Ugh. I got into work in enough time to run down and get an omelet at the cafeteria, but after returning to my desk and having about four bites, it made a reappearance. Ugh. I just hope my stomach calms down so I can eat lunch before the cafeteria closes in 2 1/2 hours, because I really need to get some protein in there. It was the first time I've thrown up at work since the surgery (the other times have all been at home), so at least now I know I can run to the bathroom in time.

Although I do vaguely resent the fact that I have to fill out forms for the accountants. If I'm dealing with paperwork either way, what do I pay you for? (Okay, their forms are much easier. Still! Grump.)

Me too. although, technically, it should make your taxes cheaper because they save time.

Those are gorgeous houses. I could be a totally content unhappy hipster in those houses.

Ugh, Kathy! Hope your innards calm down soon!

30,000 Pigs Lost?

The Queensland, Australia newspaper The Morning Bulletin covered stories from the recent floods. One livestock farmer was particularly devastated.

MORE than 30,000 pigs have been floating down the Dawson River since last weekend, with a piggery at Baralaba paralysed by flooding which has killed most of its bred live-stock.

Baralaba Butchers’ Sid Everingham owns and runs the piggery near Baralaba.

Mr Everingham said: “We’ve lost probably about 30,000 pigs in the floods, we tried to get as many weaners and suckers out by boat, but we could only save about 70 weaners, and the suckers didn’t survive long, because they needed that mother’s milk, and all the sows have been washed away.

But later the story was clarified.

What Baralaba piggery-owner Sid Everingham actually said was “30 sows and pigs”, not “30,000 pigs”

Heh.

Bet the river sharks are well fed.

Well, maybe the river sharks read the incorrect story and flocked (schooled?) to Baralaba. Then they were all, "Wait, there's only 30 pigs? WTF?"

The classic dibs-object is a chair, but Chicago Dibs gives us a curbside view of every piece of random crap imaginable. From the logical (bicycles) to the unconventional (vaccuum cleaners) to the just plain trashy (um, bags of trash), it's all there. Chicagoans, we feel for you, but this "dibs" phenomenon is pretty funny. At least it puts a humorous spin on all that blizzardy gloom.

It's humorous until you come home and there six empty spots on the block but all of them blocked off.

I'm sorry, I just find this so enraging. You dug your car out in order to use it, not as some sort of public service. It does not then confer ownership of public property.

I dug mine out to go away for the weekend. You know what I did not do? Block off that spot for an entire weekend so no one else could use it. Because I'm not an asshole.

What I am though, is screwed when I get home.

/t not rational

This reminded me of my favorite New York Times correction of all time: [link]

An article in The Times Magazine last Sunday about Ivana Trump and her spending habits misstated the number of bras she buys. It is two dozen black, two dozen beige and two dozen white, not two thousand of each.

What Baralaba piggery-owner Sid Everingham actually said was “30 sows and pigs”, not “30,000 pigs”

This reminds me of the Kenny Rogers song Lucille, which, as a child, I thought was about the guy and his four hundred children!