Give Camping points for creativity, if nothing else.

Except that he's just doing what William Miller & co. did in 1844. [link] Saying he was right about the date, just wrong about what would happen. And he's been saying the world would end in October all along, so nothing new there.

Just got back from the local farmers market. Not a lot of people there yet, due to it being so early in the season, but I did stop by the meat farmer and picked up two fancy-schmancy burgers (cranberry walnut cheese stuffed into pork burgers), picked up my knives from the sharpener (seven knives for $28--not too bad), and then headed over to the produce tent which was struggling in today's high winds. The tents kept blowing over and knocking into the flimsy foldup tables, sending the nicely displayed produce to the tarmac. So, I ended up with a pint of button mushrooms, a pint of strawberries, a green pepper and a few onions for only $3, discounted for "disaster day." Excellent!

A co-worker suggested I take the beef tips I'm currently thawing out in my fridge and add some veggies and beef stock to them in the slow cooker and get them all tasty for dinner tomorrow. I do believe I will! I'll chop up my pepper, onions, garlic that I bought at the market last week, and mushrooms and toss them into the crockpot for some yummy beefy goodness.

Man, facebook is such a head trip.

I just got back in contact with a pair of my former students who were all crazy back in the day, lost contact with them for years, and there they are! Struggling, of course, but in way better shape than I was expecting to find them. One has apparently gone through treatment and is working with the organization that got him clean. And the girl is working and being a mom, and is all happy to talk to me again. Man.

I feel nastily vindicated. My Nemesis is so adept at deleting email (she thinks this hides the evidence of what she's done/not done) that she deleted the files I sent her two weeks ago that she needs to prepare something.

And yesterday I forwarded her a request from a client asking what the status was of the task she was doing. Except she doesn't have the files, because she deleted them (or she's too incompetent to search her inbox), and she's apparently too embarrassed to ask me.

I very kindly re-forwarded the original email with the attached files. Because I'm nice like that.

MERF.

Here is some fun if you like thought experiments: [link]

It has a nice illustration of the Monty Hall problem, and a bunch of others. Be warned that you need to be very literal in your reading -- there's one where I got tripped up when I forgot a point that had been stressed. (So I learned that I don't pay enough attention to instructions, at least.)

I'm about to have a rage blackout. [link]

I very kindly re-forwarded the original email with the attached files. Because I'm nice like that.

I hope you copied the appropriate people in.

I'm about to have a rage blackout.

Right there with you. What a douchnozzle.

I've thought he was a jerk since he talked about "Jews wanting to help the underdog" in a tone I might use for projectile vomiting. Asshole.

I'm ashamed to live in the state that he's from.

Hell, I'm ashamed to be the same species that he's from.