I watched The Big Short with my son last night. This is the first time I've just watched a movie in a pretty long time, so that pretty cool and it was a fun to watch it with L. He enjoyed the movie, but it said it kinda left him feeling angry. I read the book a few years ago and was really curious about how it would work as a movie since it isn't the kind of book that would seem to be adaptable to the big screen.

I thought they did a really good job with it, but I don't know that they explained all the financial stuff very well. OTOH, balancing the information with the story must have been enormously difficult and it's been popular so how can I really fault them?

Lady, you just finished saying, multiple times, that you're not computer literate. You made a great point in emphasizing that you don't know what you're doing with a computer. Therefore, when I give you an instruction to save a file from the link I just sent you, a file that you need to make the program run, does it really make sense for you to say "Are you sure I want to save the file? Really? I want to save the file? You say I need to save this file. But don't I need to click that other button and save it somewhere else?" Just push the button, Max.

Addenda:

Dear Developers,

This is the 21st small update that has gone out for this iteration of our program. The standard method for distribution of the small updates is to download into the program when they click Connect. Why, on the 21st update, did you make the standard download process crash the program? Were you distracted by one of your ping pong games? Did the foozball tournament take precedence? Or were you too busy longing for the weather to clear so you could go shoot some hoops in the middle of the day?

No love,

Tech Support

Why did I not bring a sweater to the office? Why? I am not a cat, I should be able to realize that just because I was warm this morning did not mean I'd be warm all day.

In related news, I think I lost my oldest, most reliable sweater. It was slightly ragged, and it was what I kept in my office, but it's not there any more, nor does it seem to be anywhere at home.

it was what I kept in my office, but it's not there any more, nor does it seem to be anywhere at home.

Perhaps, like the Alien Afghan that visited my cubicle a few months ago, it has wandered off to visit another part of your office.

Janitors in our office used to move things about randomly. It was frustrating.

It's odd that we have bedclothes, but we don't clothe the bed--we make it.

I seem to recall my grandmother saying "dress the bed" when she was putting new clean bedclothes on it. I don't say that, though. "Making the bed" was straightening up the bedclothes that were already on the bed. I don't say "bedlinens" either. I didn't realize "bedclothes" was an antiquated term, but I guess it is.

"Making your bed" is a holdover from medieval days when you would literally make yourself a bed every night. The mats of straw or feathers would be stored in chests with the blankets and everyone would take them out at night and make their beds on the floor and all sleep in the big main room. Only important people like kings had their own separate sleeping chambers. [I think I read this in Bill Bryson's "At Home".]

Are you sure you are not a cat, Dana?

Alas, poor sweater.

I decided to decline a meeting this morning and sleep another hour. Meeting got cancelled anyway, so that was a great decision.

Ugh msbelle, I hate having to be someone else's alarm.

I don't think I could handle being someone else's alarm. I'd probably be arrested and charged, is what I'm saying.

Ugh. Danced all weekend and now I'm exhausted and haven't gotten home stuff done and don't want to work. Bleh.

Are you sure you are not a cat, Dana?

Um. What are the symptoms?

Do you leave gold and silver sardines on peoples doorsteps?