Thursday, February 28, 2008

Open the Pod Bay Doors Please, Mac

I am so pathetically easy to make happy. All that has to happen is to
have a semi-early day, help with getting the parking lot cats fed and
warm (thanks, Harry), and come home to a fudge pop and ... Ready?
SPACEJACKED. Yes, Spacejacked. Corbin Bernsen and Amanda Pays in what
should be one of the most campy sci-fi movies ever, not that I think
anyone keeps a list, or anything. But if someone *were* to be keeping
a list, would be in the top ten. Ka-peach?
Well, that's what he says in the film.
in Other News, I am having yet another one of those days where I would
really love to drop out of The System, pay my bills by writing stupid
self-help books, and do Nothing Productive. Something *boring*. Pfft.
I am getting over-tired again.
I made the mistake of offering up a friend who is a notorious flake to
step in as a speaker (paid) when the originally-slated speaker had
health problems. All seemed well until yesterday, when Notorious Flake
phoned *me* to, well...flake. Since this instalment of the lecture
series is for, well, *tomorrow*, I told Flake that I am o-u-t out, and
that cancelling is on Flake, not me. Gave Flake Madame President (of
the hosting group)'s home phone number and told Flake to have a day.
That is the LAST time I will ever get involved in something like
that...I mean, I am not even actually *in* that group, I just know
several people who are. I haven't had any calls or email over it, so I
assume Flake's flaking is ok. Who knows?
ok...back to Spacejacked.

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Notable Events in Counter History

I hit 8088 today.

This is perhaps not-so-notable, but it is entertaining.

Well, to me.



Humorous Pictures
Enter the ICHC online Poker Cats Contest!

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

I live.

I had the surprise of an urgent business trip last week, got back in
time to teach, and then tried to juggle catching up at Job2 with
finishing off the crap from my trip, plus the regular Eviljob
schtuffs. ::breath:: ...and then it was off to my father's for a mini
family get-together for this old lady thing my stepmother does (I once
suggested her group could have more fun doing things like solving
murders a la Rita Lakin's books, to
which my no-imagination step, the former dancer-turned-surgical
nurse-turned relative, just stared. And my father told me to stop
being so silly all the time because it is unbecoming. But I *still*
say running an old lady detective agency would be more fun)
Butsoanyway. Then I slid back into town as if stealing home base just
in time to teach (again), and then finally made it home. Today, I took
off part of the day to catch up on errand-stuffs (among other things,
it's cleaning time, and my dentist's receptionist -- who speaks only
German -- drives me batshit on the phone, so I had to drive by there.
Sigh. Why he lets her transact over the phone for him, I will never
know...mainly 'cos I am too uptight to ask, I suppose). Which brings
me to now; the weather is hideous at the moment, so Harry and I
scrapped trivia for tonight. Tomorrow, it's back into battle. Yay.
Though, really, everything is going well; even Romeo seems to be doing
ok -- he is eating almost normally, even though he is thin, thin,
thin. I am still on the same routine with him -- 200ml sub-q every
other day, and tons of VAL syrup, and he seems to be holding
steady...even though he has a form not unlike a greyhound. He walks,
talks, purrs, and sleeps in front of the refrigerator, so there's
still some quality of life being had. Although the feeling is
decidedly *not* mutual, Squooshable loves Romeo, or is at the very
least quite concerned about him. I think Squoosh looks on Romeo as a
humanitarian cause, and probably calls Romeo 'Ethiopia Cat'. It's
ok...more later. Soon. Promise.

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

I am not responsible for my mind.

This morning, I started laughing hysterically in a meeting, and had trouble holding it in.  You know -- when you are red-faced and teary-eyed, gasping for breath, and dare not breathe, or else you'll fall onto the floor in that gales of giggles thing?  Well, our Head of College took the floor and started prefacing what he was going to introduce with all the things he's seen at all the different places he has been since he began his teaching career -- what awaits our almost-docs, ABDs, and post-docs.  He meant well, what with all the examples, but of course, I'm IMing Cathy (who cracks me up) and all I can think is...
I've seen small schools that require eating worms...I've seen research one institutions that want you to know how to chew gum and walk at the same time......and in other places, you have to strip naked and stand in front of the fireplace, balancing hot cross buns on your tuchas for HOURS!  You young whippersnappers don't know how good you have it!!'...I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhauser gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Time to die. '
Followed then, I expect, by him whipping out something fun, like a gun.  Hee.
Sadly, I think only HoC noticed.  Then the whole thing degenerated into a Paraguayan press conference, and everyone was laughing.  Or yelling, hard to tell.  I was in hysterics, 'cos HoC wandered off onto the topic of some administrators' help group he is in, and I swear that I heard him call it 'cock block'.  I went back into hysterics, wondering if that's a euphemism for 'dick head', or something more sinister.  I was going to ask him what the acronym was again (I have a feeling it was an acronym or abbreviation of some kind), but I was not able to speak.
In case you don't remember the Paraguayan press conference (...any Paraguayans here?), I'll try to post it later; it has to be on You Tube somewheres.

Monday, February 04, 2008

Kill me now before it gets worse.

Not that I bring up this movie a lot, but...remember Idiocracy? Well, I got this from Betty a little bit ago:

(continues from Betty's email)

Okay, so this is how I imagine this conversation went:

Wal-Mart Employee: 'Lo 'dis Walmarts bakree, how n'I help ya?'

Customer: 'I would like to order a cake for a going away party this week.'

Wal-Mart Employee: 'What you wan onna cake?'

Customer: "'Best Wishes Suzanne', and underneath that 'We will miss you'".

Sunday, February 03, 2008

Damnation, but this place is noisy.

I am playing QB1. W00t. Harry is an idiot...I lent (heh) him some
money to place a bet (illegal or not, we're at a new bar this year,
and they're letting a couple of guys here do it), and SchmuckMan's
handwriting was so unreadable that one of the guys taking bets (also
customers) had to come back to our table twice...sigh. Whatever they
are betting is convoluted enough that I didn't follow -- one is a
straight-out bet, and the other is the weird one, but whatever... A
bunch of people at our table did it, and I know Harry's short on
money, so what the hell.

Anyway, at least this year I'm not the only girl, cos Meg came. Yay.

My prediction is Pats, though I'm not saying who I'm *for*.



So Harry won the minor straightforward bet, 'cos he knew I was (along with everyone else) favouring The Patriots, and so he just HAS to be different. But he lost on the other, ridiculously complex bet, and that one (naturally) both cost and was worth more. Le sigh.

:-) But I *am* happy NY won.

Ok, now on to funny stuffs...