Resistance is not necessarily futile. Enough resistance will melt something.
I just spent way too much time trying to get my internet connection, which went out about 10 last night, working. On Friday, I kept getting a screen to enter my password. I determined that my password wasn't working and got a new password. Things worked fine until last night. After a discussion with the nice man in India, we realized that I needed to put the new password in my router. I might have realized that if it happened right after I changed my password, but it waited three days. Technology, she is strange. Then he tried to sell me an internet security package.
Nuclear power is, as you might imagine, one giant acronym. Many of them are pronounced, e.g., high-pressure coolant injection system = HPCI, pronounced hip-see. They definitely add to the confusion when nuclear types try to talk to the humans.
That's the only thing you need to be careful of, Connie. Married withholding is at a higher rate, so you could wind up owing the feds or the state a decent chunk of change. I didn't change my withholding from married to single until mid-2013. It made no difference in 2012 because I could still file as married because it was the year he died, but it could have made a big difference in 2013 if I hadn't caught it. The only thing that saved me was being able to deduct my mortgage interest.
I don't even need to click on the link to get the gist of the t-shirt, because (1) I married into a family of electrical engineers, and (2) I know where you work. Also (3) puns.
So your capacitance for implicit understanding is high.
I see what you did there.
Aw, just got a puppy break! Adorable young shar-pei/lab mix. Such a sweetheart. This should be a regular part of the workday.
I like puns the way Ron Swanson likes puzzles. I can't help it.
No impedance in your vision, either, Steph.
She likes to keep current.
I should probably check with H&R Block, who did my taxes this and last year, to see if I should change my W-4 status.
Taxes used to be simple.
After reading about people's editing challenges ... sigh ...
We do a quarterly magazine which usually goes through three proofs, each of which has to be copyedited. We usually only get a one-day turnaround period ... but it's a small magazine (28 pages these days).
On the other hand, one of my long-term projects is reviewing and correcting a compendium of sections regarding various aspects of the design and construction industry as it pertains to the association I work for. They were "updated" a few years ago - mostly given a new look. The look is fine (except we've changed our logo and so they need to have new covers with the new logo). However, on going through, it looks like no one did a good copyedit on them. There are errors, places where it's not consistent with our style and, worst of all, there are references to figures which aren't in the current version. So I'm going to be reading several hundred pages of this and marking all the places that have to be corrected. Then I'll have to track down all the image files (they're in InDesign, so without the linked images, the quality would SUCK. In addition, we had a folder of stock images that were purchased years ago that was kept on our LAN that everybody could get to. I kept the files linked to those images in case some other poor soul had to work on them in the future. Well, someone's either deleted or moved the entire folder, and I can't find them. Luckily, I'd copied them all to my hard drive, so I just have to reset the links. A pain, but at least I can do it. People periodically bitch at me for not keeping everything on the LAN but, after this, and a few weeks ago when some absolutely vital files were deleted, I think I can say "told you so!"
Saw two houses today. The first was a townhome that I REALLY wanted to be it. I liked the neighborhood and the living area, but all the bedrooms were downstairs with one bathroom. And it needed a lot of "freshening up" work.
The second place we knew was going to be a craps shoot. As soon as we drove up, I wasn't feeling it. The one car garage would need work to be able to park in it. And the front door was open but no one answered when we first walked in. Into a home formerly inhabited by a smoker. Carpets would have to be replaced, walls scrubbed and repainted - at a minimum. Our realtor talked to a voice in the basement that said he was showing the house also (no other cars were parked out front). We had seen enough to know it was a no-way, so we left. My realtor headed down the street in one direction and we headed in the other. And just around the corner we passed 4 police cars within two blocks, 4 police officers - who at their vehicle in their computers and the other two in full protective gear carrying AK47's (or whatever is the police issue equivalent). Oh, hell no. No clue what or why but damn.
