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Post by SpringSummers on Nov 2, 2010 9:44:44 GMT -5
I am sitting in the silent study area, and there is a noise. It's a lot louder than the typing noise though it shares a certain random rattle quality. It appears to be from a box in the corner that pipes run into. It's probably just an effect of the pipes vibrating, but it sounds like an industrious and very large rodent is scrabbling to get out. Not very much like, but I haven't had very much sleep, so. I have an exam on Thursday. I am increasingly convinced I will have nothing useful to say in the exam on Thursday. I now have two days to do studying. I tried studying all half term and didn't get a whole lot of use out of it. So I'm not optimistic. Mum reminds me that the lowest mark I ever got here was the 58% for the essay that said Battleship Potemkin needs more zombies. I don't think that's very helpful though. It's always possible to set a new record. The 18th century does not need more zombies. It needs a plot. And some characters. And, really most sincerely, punctuation.Sounds like an essay sentence to me. Indeed. And more than that, a sentence in an essay I would like to read!
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Post by SpringSummers on Nov 2, 2010 9:46:44 GMT -5
Am off work today to catch up on some things - most notably, my children's services application stuff. I took today and Friday off, and from the looks of things, today is gonna be more about household chores (since I was gone all weekend), and Friday is gonna be more about children's services. I am going to be talking to them this week about the particular child I was interested in.
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Post by Karen on Nov 2, 2010 10:05:25 GMT -5
Am off work today to catch up on some things - most notably, my children's services application stuff. I took today and Friday off, and from the looks of things, today is gonna be more about household chores (since I was gone all weekend), and Friday is gonna be more about children's services. I am going to be talking to them this week about the particular child I was interested in.
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Post by S'ewing S'cubie on Nov 2, 2010 10:21:21 GMT -5
We're not dead. We're...um...resting. Well . . .OK. That's allowed every now and then. I am going to go to an event tonight actually - at least, I think I will drop in there. A friend of my son's is having an art show, and selling some of his pieces, before he leaves town to go live in NY, NY. He and Vince used to sketch together when they were younger and such, so I should drop over, maybe buy a piece. They are going to have some alternative rock music and are going until 2:30 AM, but I don't think I'll be hanging around for all that. I will no doubt be the oldest person there. I now occasionally get "surrogate" invites to things, from my son's friends,and many of them have friended me on FB. I think I am their way of staying in touch with Vince - and for me, they are my way of doing same. This is a good thing. I get invites from some of Ian's friends from time to time too. The crowd he used to hang with at Rudyard's (his favorite watering hole) has broken up and gone away. I am thinking he was what held it together. This is their way of reconnecting, or so I believe. It's all good. Besides, sometimes being the oldest in the room has some advantages. And occasionally younger minds do have something worthwhile to say. It happens here now and then, doesn't it? ;D
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Post by S'ewing S'cubie on Nov 2, 2010 10:39:09 GMT -5
I am sitting in the silent study area, and there is a noise. It's a lot louder than the typing noise though it shares a certain random rattle quality. It appears to be from a box in the corner that pipes run into. It's probably just an effect of the pipes vibrating, but it sounds like an industrious and very large rodent is scrabbling to get out. Not very much like, but I haven't had very much sleep, so. I have an exam on Thursday. I am increasingly convinced I will have nothing useful to say in the exam on Thursday. I now have two days to do studying. I tried studying all half term and didn't get a whole lot of use out of it. So I'm not optimistic. Mum reminds me that the lowest mark I ever got here was the 58% for the essay that said Battleship Potemkin needs more zombies. I don't think that's very helpful though. It's always possible to set a new record. The 18th century does not need more zombies. It needs a plot. And some characters. And, really most sincerely, punctuation. I didn't know one could punctuate a century. This comes of not having completed my college education, I suppose. However, you are not alone in thinking the Potemkin needs more zombies. Zombies are very good at slaying usefuls and are therefore, quite handy on battleships. Also submarines, since they don't need much space. Or sleep. However, while the 19th century might not have had much plot, it certainly had an interesting cast of characters. However, I am absolutely certain, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that you will do most excellently on your exam. Just because, you know.
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Post by S'ewing S'cubie on Nov 2, 2010 10:39:49 GMT -5
I do so love to celebrate these small, but essential, victories in life. There are so darn many small annoyances that it's nice to take note of the small pleasures. No kidding. I managed to put on the front storm door storm window all by myself on Sunday. Go me! Go you!
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Post by S'ewing S'cubie on Nov 2, 2010 10:42:35 GMT -5
Eclipse gum does not hold its flavor very well.
That is all.
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Nov 2, 2010 10:55:58 GMT -5
Today I got a flu shot (so did Franklin and Anna) and did a whole lot of grocery shopping. I also found that with a high-extraction washer and properly installed drier vent, it takes 40 minutes to dry six over-sized bath towels, as opposed to oh, never before. Julia, so, useful, yes. I do so love to celebrate these small, but essential, victories in life. There are so darn many small annoyances that it's nice to take note of the small pleasures. I had thought that, minus some magical increase in device efficiency, we had reduced our electrical use as much as possible- especially since Franklin is terribly sensitive to cold weather and I can't keep the house at 65F all winter. But last year we were drying towels four at a time for an hour and a half, and... dayum. This is much better.Julia, dentist today, at 3pm, and floors before that.
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Nov 2, 2010 11:10:03 GMT -5
My Facebook Demographics: it turns out that three people from my Facebook friends were at the Raly to Restore Sanity: My Cousin the Berkeley Professor (with her nonfacebookin hubby) are the least surprising, but Gwennie (Garth and Pat's daughter), who just turned 16, and Jana, Franklin's cousin John's wife, a legal administrator (and Okie in Vermont, where she anf John get called "those nice southerners" according to my friend Amanda, who sees them at her Farmer's Market stall in spring) also went.
Facebook is having a strange upside; I'm now back in touch with some people I went to first grade with.
Julia, I needed them, it was the NTHS people I wanted to avoid.
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Post by Queen E on Nov 2, 2010 11:26:22 GMT -5
I am sitting in the silent study area, and there is a noise. It's a lot louder than the typing noise though it shares a certain random rattle quality. It appears to be from a box in the corner that pipes run into. It's probably just an effect of the pipes vibrating, but it sounds like an industrious and very large rodent is scrabbling to get out. Not very much like, but I haven't had very much sleep, so. I have an exam on Thursday. I am increasingly convinced I will have nothing useful to say in the exam on Thursday. I now have two days to do studying. I tried studying all half term and didn't get a whole lot of use out of it. So I'm not optimistic. Mum reminds me that the lowest mark I ever got here was the 58% for the essay that said Battleship Potemkin needs more zombies. I don't think that's very helpful though. It's always possible to set a new record. The 18th century does not need more zombies. It needs a plot. And some characters. And, really most sincerely, punctuation.Sounds like an essay sentence to me. Word. I read that book, and was not impressed. I would have been more impressed if they'd constructed a whole new narrative, rather than suturing the two together in a way in which you could clearly see the scars. Feh.
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Post by Karen on Nov 2, 2010 12:04:12 GMT -5
No kidding. I managed to put on the front storm door storm window all by myself on Sunday. Go me! Go you! Thank you! Speaking of pleasure...I'm off for an afternoon of golf! It's a bit chilly, but sunny. Should take my mind off all the small and big annoyances.
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Post by Rachael on Nov 2, 2010 13:02:46 GMT -5
So. Interesting evening I had last night. An ex-sex partner/old college friend (we dated for six weeks, so "boyfriend" is generous) found me via my LinkedIn profile a month or so ago, and sent me an e-mail. We had a couple of nice e-mail chats about family (he has an adorable six-year-old daughter) and work, and he asked if I wanted to have dinner to "catch up". Of course, minor alarm bells, but since it's been 15 years since I saw the man, and I honestly wanted to see him and chat, I said, "Sure." And I brought my husband and daughter with me. As is appropriate when meeting up with an old not-quite-boyfriend. This prompted him (Alan, the guy in question) to ask, "Um, so what does he (Dave) know about us?" Erm. Everything. I mean, what's to know, anyway? Old friend from college, dated for six weeks, haven't seen him in 15 years. I don't hide these things from my husband - why would I? But, at any rate, the alarms got a bit louder - I had suspicions. Which I also told my husband.... We had a lovely dinner last night, and, when Emily was preparing to insist that it was bedtime, for crying out loud, Dave took her for a little walk while Alan and I finished up. At which point Alan decided it was time to tell me that he and his wife were divorcing. And some of the reasons why. *sigh* (In a mildly amused way.) Some people really don't change, do they? That information couldn't have been conveyed over the last month's worth of e-mails? Or while Dave was in the room? I mean, I'm trying to be charitable about it, but I *really* feel like he still has zero scruples when it comes to women, and was possibly putting the moves on me while my husband was within shouting distance. And now I get to have Dave tease me about my "date with a divorced guy" until at least Christmas. And feel guilty because, despite myself, I enjoyed the attention. I won't be encouraging any MORE of it, but I did enjoy it. I am pleased that Dave finds the entire thing funny - it's a good sign about OUR marriage. And flattered that Dave's response to me wondering if still seeing a woman you slept with 15 years ago in that light is typical of men was to say, "Depends on the woman." Interesting evening.
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Post by Sara on Nov 2, 2010 13:08:09 GMT -5
My neighbor has put up TWO bird feeders and a suet feeder about 15 feet from my own feeder. Surely this is grounds for justifiable... well, homicide might be a little extreme, but a beating up or something, right?
Edit: Seriously, I just saw her walking to her door with two more bird feeders. Now I'm getting seriously irritated.
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Post by Sue on Nov 2, 2010 13:44:49 GMT -5
Eliza Dushku guests stars on Big Bang on Thursday. *comes close to wetting self with joy* Matthew - I've got a stack of Depends leftover from my dad. Shall I mail them to you?
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Nov 2, 2010 13:53:54 GMT -5
My neighbor has put up TWO bird feeders and a suet feeder about 15 feet from my own feeder. Surely this is grounds for justifiable... well, homicide might be a little extreme, but a beating up or something, right? Edit: Seriously, I just saw her walking to her door with two more bird feeders. Now I'm getting seriously irritated. I'm trying to figure out how I can justify putting up a seed feeder, given that the cat is out most of the day (and I haven't seen a rat since this started happening) and I don't want to bait any ground-feeding birds to their doom. I'd mostly be worrying about the starlings and blackbirds that number of feeders are going to start attracting, myself. Julia, may need to build a cat-excluder under the feeder.
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