DangerChicks (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} dangerchicks) wrote,@ 2004-12-06 12:39:00 |
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| Current mood: | idiotic, apparently |
| Current music: | Song:Courante - Artist:Kai Stensgaard Marimba - Album:Singing Wood |
Marcy: Yes, I will visit you sometime!
Weird days seem to be the theme of the month. You are not the only person I know who has had one lately.
Before I step off into the recital of the recent events in my life, I want to take a moment to record this quotation from Susan Saint James. Having resentment is like taking poison and hoping the other guy dies. Yes, indeed it is. I hope I can remember that at moments when resentment is threatening to bubble up and over.
Anyway, this was the weekend of irony. For example, Mark has decided to go to the Oregon coast and see if he can get caught up on his thesis. Me, I told him he could take my car, since it really is more appropriate for that kind of driving. Of course, he left on Saturday, and then I woke up in the middle of the night thinking, "Hmm, what is that odd sound?" And then, "Oops! That is the sound of wet snow falling out of the sky and landing on the roof outside my window." So there I was, all Sunday, stuck at the top of a hill with a Honda Civic, which is not what you want to drive around in snow with, having let my 4WD baby out of my sight. Really, what was I thinking? I wish it had included, "Hey, wait a second! It's December, and that means snow, and you live at the top of a hill, you idiot." Oh well. At least we had a heat wave last night, and the 40F air melted all the damn snow.
Now that I think about it, that was more like "idiocy" than "irony".
I'm spending the week alone in the house with a bunch of cats who hate each other. I have decided to try to get Mozart back on a reasonable diet, which he hates. This makes him cranky, and then he starts being irritable with the other cats, who then take it out on each other. He also deals with the stress of Not Enough Food by licking parts of his body until first the fur comes off and then he starts to bleed. I think this is something like Kitty OCD. Do they have pills for that?
We're working on hiring developers, which is a pain, because whenever we do, the fanboys come out of the woodwork, and send us resumes about how they don't know how to program, but would really, really, REALLY like to learn, and they can't think of a better place to do that than here.
And school just feels like a major pain in the neck right now. I spent several hours on the phone with Micki yesterday (well, I couldn't go anywhere, after all!), and we redesigned the program to be less gendered and less annoying. She's looking for a PhD program in leadership and/or international studies. I think I might be looking for a PhD program in fixing broken things. Do they have one like that? Because I am sick of not knowing how to make things better.
So that's the report from Seattle today. I think I would like to see a blue sky for a few hours. And no more damn snow until I get my car back! (And yes, I do realize I did this to myself, but I still want to be snow-free until I get my car back.)
Shockingly enough, you had questions! How surprising....
1. Do you ever get the urge to ask a bunch of pointless questions? Such as: soup or salad? Paper or plastic? Cup or cone? Fries or baked potato? Of course. Soup. Paper. Cone. Mashed, please.
2. So I'll resort to asking about food: Did your family eat a different meal for Christmas than Thanksgiving? It mostly depended on where we were eating said meals. Different people had different ideas about what one ought to eat on those days of the year. My mother has recently started serving a huge roast beef dinner on Christmas Eve, which is great, because then you can have the artery-clogging breakfast on the day itself, and content yourself with leftovers and soup that afternoon.
3. What about holiday desserts? Are you doctrinaire on the issue of Christmas cookies? I'm not. Lynne and I used to make Yule Logs, getting fancier each year. I think that the last one we made had meringue mushrooms and ganache leaves in various colors, and a spun-sugar cobweb with a carved-from-licorice spider. It was fun to make and very impressive.
4. And now, wild card question: Have you ever won anything by being the tenth (or whatever) caller to a radio station? Never.
My turn...
1. Do you have answers for pointless questions, such as: Regular or decaf? Regular or Premium? Iced or hot tea? Chocolate or vanilla? (Neither, Premium, Iced if it has no lemon in it, and Vanilla most days.)
2. Do you think we are ever really going to write this book? I have to admit, doing so is one of the things I hold out as a reward for myself for finishing this degree. But I keep thinking that it's really going to be a burden to you over the next year, and I don't want that.
3. What is the right thing to eat for dessert with Chinese food? I ask because I have never figured that out. I have this great meal I can make for the purposes of a dinner party, but it has no dessert, and I don't much like tossing fortune cookies at people after a home-cooked meal. Ideas?
4. Best way to prevent a hangover, short of abstention? Four aspirin and half a liter of water before bed. Take a large gulp of water every time I wake up all night long. It turns out that whoever told me that a hangover was largely composed of dehydration was onto something.
L8R, dood.
