I am convinced that Minx has psychic powers. Why, you ask?
Last night, when he was perched right by my head, I dreamed that I had forgotten to feed the cats, and I felt soooooo guilty that I gave them a can of tuna.
Each.
Archive for October, 2008
My Psychic Pet
Friday, October 31st, 2008Putting the Moose on the Table. Or the Barbeque.
Tuesday, October 28th, 2008From Steve Mirsky’s column in the online edition of Scientific American:
Earlier this year Republicans in the House of Representatives adopted as a reelection sales pitch the phrase “The Change You Deserve.” Which they apparently didn’t realize was already the trademarked slogan for Effexor XR, a potent antidepressant.
and
the Republican National Convention former real senator and fictional New York City district attorney Fred Thompson said of Sarah Palin, “I think I can say without fear of contradiction she is the only nominee in the history of either party who knows how to properly field-dress a moose. With the possible exception of Teddy Roosevelt.” Be afraid, Fred. Because I’m fairly sure that Grant, Lincoln and Andrew Jackson could have dressed a moose. Not to mention Washington, Zachary Taylor and William Henry Harrison, although they weren’t members of either current political party. (Bill Clinton could probably undress a moose.)
So Many Kinds of Wrong
Thursday, October 23rd, 2008I was sitting at my desk, listening to two ladies chatting in the next cube over. One of them had just been having a work-related IM chat with a contact at one of the vendors. Apparently, the contact was IM’ing from her Blackberry while she was on her way to give birth.
I am appalled at what this says about so many things, not the least of which is the expectations we place on ourselves regarding our jobs, and the expectations our jobs place on us.
ETA: Another example for you–an email that said “I had a death in the family, so I am working from home today.”
WTF makes us think that this sort of behavior is a good idea?
Let There Be No Doubt
Monday, October 20th, 2008My new brother-in-law’s new in-laws know how to party!
Tired now. More Later.
I Feel Like Bacon, or Six Degrees of My Ego
Friday, October 17th, 2008I received an email yesterday from T., one of my (many) former coworkers, who has ended up working with M., another one of my former coworkers, with whom she was previously unacquainted.
I am told that they have now started playing “6 Degrees of Li Rapkin”. Next thing you know, I’ll end up in an ’80s movie with Tom Cruise. (Or cruising for an argument with someone guy named Tom, more likely.)
So, how about some audience participation from the Reading Public? I’ll start you off with an easy one—I have a note written by Isaac Asimov excusing my absence from my college science-fiction lit class. (He also pinched my ass, just for the record.)
Great Moments In Procrastination, Part 486a
Tuesday, October 14th, 2008Ladies and gentlemen of the Reading Public, I am happy provide you with this bit of metaprocrastination, mostly because it means I got to invent a new, seven-syllable word.
Kitchen Floor Pesto
Sunday, October 12th, 2008Neglect to sweep your kitchen floor for at least 3 days and as many as seven (to taste). If possible, allow your pets, children, and/or partner to track in some dirt. Open a bag of toasted pine nuts with more energy and abandon than care. Try to spill as many as possible onto the unswept floor.
Step on as many pine nuts as possible on your way to retrieve the broom and dustpan. This step is most effective if you are wearing shoes, but bare feet will do in a pinch. Step on more pine nuts as you attempt to sweep up the spilled-and-crushed nuts. Hint: The harder you try to avoid making a mess, the easier it will be. Collect sweepings in a dustpan. Discard.
Prep Time – 1 week
Serves: 0
Duck Soup Eggs
Thursday, October 9th, 2008
So, I find myself in possession of half a dozen very fresh, free-range, antibiotic-and-hormone-free duck eggs, courtesy of a farm-owning coworker whose egg cups runneth over, as it were. (She also gave me a dozen chicken eggs of similar quality, and I can’t wait to try them.) The duck eggs are huge, by my city-girl standards–one duck egg probably equals at least one and a half large eggs, if not two. My co-worker tells me that she’s heard that they are especially good for baking, but hasn’t tried it herself. Neither have I.
Any input or helpful suggestions from the Reading Public?
And We’re Off!
Monday, October 6th, 2008This year’s incarnation of From Dark Pages opened on Friday; Thursday night was press preview, and a couple of my friends were able to join us. I can’t provide an objective review, but I happily refer you someone who can.
Come check us out.