I can't believe it's already past 11. I've gotten nothing done.
'Dirty Girls'
Natter 73: Chuck Norris only wishes he could Natter
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I have a lot of shit to do, and I loafed around reading until 10:30 because I had no work to do (since the AMA offices close early today and are closed tomorrow, and I leave for vacation Saturday, I assumed they wouldn't send me anything). And then they sent me something. And then when I'm done I need to clean the house and do laundry. How is that "vacation"?
But tomorrow is the Best Damn 4th of July parade, which the family flea is joining us for, and then vacation! And it seems Hurricane Arthur will be long gone by the time we hit North Carolina.
Shortly after I posted that, I stopped being productive. But maybe more later??
My brother's dog (maybe 40 pounds, energetic and young) has met my parents' dog (6 pounds, 7 years old). It was not love at first sight. It was more "You are giant and keep accidentally stepping on me, so I'm going to hide by the people sitting on the couch."
It was more "You are giant and keep accidentally stepping on me, so I'm going to hide by the people sitting on the couch."
That sounds quite reasonable to me.
I need to get over to campus today and get the last of my rec letters off my desk. sigh. don't wanna, but it's the only day I have a sitter this week.
I have achieved AC #1. ::does dance of cool air:: AC:Electric Boogaloo can wait until I've cooled off from AC #1.
Paging Hil! I need a mathematician! If I have an action figure with 32 joints, each of which has 5 different positions, how many distinct positions can the figure be placed into?
I say 3840.
Uhg, they're futzing with the ac (cycling it maybe?) because we keep getting waves of the old-balloon mildewy smell… May have to leave early.
I would guess that the action figure has a couple of dozen-billion-trillion distinct positions. Whatever that sort of number is.
Just got word that a friend in Chicago is going into hospice. She was diagnosed with pretty late-stage colorectal cancer a couple of years ago and she's gone through all kinds of treatment with varying degrees of success. Her bowel perforated this week and she's too weak for surgery so it's not looking good. According to our friend who has seen her she's quickly switching between completely unconscious and fully conscious and in pain but alert. Bob is going to try to get out there Saturday. All your good thoughts are appreciated.