So, the mass shooting two blocks away from my work was actually the "easy" part of yesterday (because it was over before we found out about it, and while upsetting, did not require any action on my part.) The hard part of yesterday was that heavy rains on Wednesday night caused flooding (in part due to a clogged roof drain) in our public meeting rooms and book stacks. The emergency staff, including my boss, were at work Weds. night until 11pm, and we have been triaging and drying books, with the help of Preservation and staff from other departments, ever since. It is slow and depressing. And there are forecasts for heavy rain all weekend, and it's unclear whether or not the issues that caused the flooding have been fixed, and while it seems like the first 12 hours of this crisis went well it feels like balls are being dropped now, and I'm worried. Like, I just asked, "will anyone be monitoring the flooded areas for new water coming on overnight Saturday and Sunday before we open?" and the answer was "...".
Jonathan ,'Lies My Parents Told Me'
Natter 75: More Than a Million Natters Served
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.
Oh no, flea. That's distressing.
Oh, you're right, flea, that is worrisome.
Oh dear, flea. That is awful.
Well, I had a 7th grader tell me "fuck you" today. I had a great few classes at the start of the day, even got told I was a couple of kids' favorite teacher. My last two classes were crazy. The Dean came to my 6th period class at my request and talk tough to them. It helped for a while, but then it got loud again. 7th and last class a girl called another girl a "ho" for asking five guys out in a row (These are 12 year olds so the whole dating thing is pretty nebulous). I got that calmed down and she apologized. Then a kid who has an outburst problem turned around and said something to her which sounded like it might be "fucking loud mouth" but I was at the other side of the room. I went to him and spoke to him and he swore he said "freaking" as did all the kids in the vicinity. I told him not to use that word either, as it was too easy to mistake for the other word. There was another outburst towards the girl and I told him he had to leave her alone and be still, which is when he said "fuck you'" to me. I told him I had to send him to the dean, and he said he was leaving. I stood in front of the door and told,him I was going to write him up. He accused me of shoving him, but calmed down a bit. I wrote him up and he went to the office. Oy.
After school, I had a meeting with the Vice Principal and she said in future I should just let the kid leave and call the office to let them know. I shouldn't have stood in his way and I hope his father doesn't think I shoved his son. I am so sad and upset about this, I can't tell you guys.
Ugh, Scrappy. I am sorry. I don't know if I would last a day. Teachers are surely angels walking this earth.
Timelies all!
Tomorrow I take the cats in to the vet for their annual checkup. Which means another round of "chasing the Luna", with added toddler. This will be interesting...
So literally herding cat(s)?
Ooof, that sounds tough, Scrappy.
a long meara of only two days of posts:
I hate that I'm reduced to waiting for a bunch of guys over 70 to die or retire, but that's where I'm at.
Me too. I feel bad that I've gotten to the point of wishing certain persons would hurry up and pass into the metaphorical night. Not that it would really help us; there seem to be plenty of relatively young persons who are just as awful. What I'm for-real hoping for is that a lot of people are going to jail soon and their political and/or financial careers will be over permanently.
Zen, I never know what to say about your Viking war wound. I've been making all the empathy and sympathy faces at the screen, but I don't know how to type them at you. I hope the painkillers give you relief and that the surgeon can fix you good, fast, and right.
Cindy, I get that, I feel like that sometimes towards other peoples' troubles, too. It's good to just know you're there and caring about me. For the record, I don't consider this adventure a terrible thing, just unpleasant. So don't feel like you have censor yourself or phrase things just right. Snark is also okay!
Skipped and skimmed but wanted to point and nod at this.
waves at Pix and points up
My copy is between The Heliand, a Norse version of the Gospels which has Jesus as a noble chieftain and the Apostles as his loyal thanes (the writer didn't think the pagan Norsemen would be impressed by a guy who just wandered the country with his pack of hangers-on) and my collection of Bruce Edelman books on how the current New Testament is different from the oldest actual manuscripts.
Cool. I need to read those!
Oh, Cincinnati. I'm glad our people are safe, but heartbroken again at the violence and anger in our country. And still furious at the gun enablers.
And if you had never taken this particular preparation before, how small would you try to get the dose do you imagine? Or would you not risk it and just dispose of them? Asking for a friend.
Epic, I'd probably just take the pill. Like Steph said, barring mold or something obviously not-right. Don't expect to be functional, though. Just lie down. (Caveat: I am not a healthcare professional of any kind, I'm just a person with a lot of expired meds and a tendency to experiment on myself.)
...I would cut a 30-mg oxycodone pill into quarters, for a dose of (roughly) 7.5 mg. And even that dose would (hypothetically, of course) make me loopy as hell.
Just in case anyone is concerned about me, I'm taking 5 mg once or twice a day, and I have some left-over 7.5-mg pills for bad days. I cut them in half when I need to, y'know, function (but never drive). I get loopy as hell on the full dose, too. I haven't entirely habituated to it.
Cory Booker and Kamala Harris: YES
FORK YES. And Whitehouse too, dang. "I want to be in the pit too."
Halfway from my office to the kitchen, I realized I was doing white-people-wedding-Conga-line-dancing, and singing aloud, "Call their fucking bluh-uff. Call their fucking bluh-uff. Call their fucking bluh-uff."
Yes yes. I did a little dance too, but mine involved some rude pelvic gestures. So uncivil of me.
Anybody here old enough to remember Reynolds' blacksmith character on Gunsmoke?
My grandfather and I watched Gunsmoke together for years. The loss of Reynolds hit me harder than I expected it to.
I'm old enough to remember when he posed for a beefcake centerfold with his hairy pelt and big delighted grin.
Iconic photo!
I think of that so often! "It was white and square, and looked like a tooth, but it wasn't a tooth... so I ate it!"We moved him into college on Saturday. I don't know how we got from tooth eating to studying mechanical and aerospace engineering.
Oh no. He's still a baby in my head! Cannot adjust
Which is way more than you wanted to know.
Nope. I like learning stuff like this.
flea, that sounds distressing and worrisome. I hope your books are all okay and no more flooding will happen.
Scrappy, I'm sorry this class is so unruly. I hope somehow the (continued...)