I-ran so far away
Iran has broken the seals on equipment at an atomic processing facility amid Western fears Tehran could use its technology to build a nuclear bomb.
Rumsfeld: Iraq bombs 'clearly from Iran'"
Any day now we will be hearing that we are pulling troops from Iraq. Much joy and happiness will abound until we notice those troops aren't coming home. Until we notice that those same troops are being pulled to Iran. Aiding Terrorists? Check, capacity for WMD? Check.
from CNN.com
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
Ranting and Complaining
At lunch today I congratulated myself for thinking ahead and bringing my umbrella with me to work. I read the weather report and my reading comprehension skills are so finely tuned that I was able ascertain from "Chance of Thunderstorms and Locally Heavy Showers" that it was probably going to rain and possibly, heavily. What the forecast should have said was "100 percent Chance of Torrential Down Pours" or "Locally heavy demand for arks" I would have then also brought with me my fabulous rain boots and I would not have ended up with wet shoes and wet stockings and a very negative outlook on life as I went for lunch. I'm only lucky that my parking space isn't located in the part of the parking lot that by lunch time had been turned into a lake the Corp of Engineers would have been proud of.
The only good thing about the rain is that it might save my hydrangea from certain death and it could very well prevent me from mowing the lawn when I get home from work. I worked today at work and I don't look forward to working at home too, but no, it had to stop raining and now I see myself mowing the yard after all, unless it begins to rain on my ride home. If it is going to, historically, it should begin to pour rain as I am walking out the door and across the parking lot.
I was planning on Wendy's for lunch, but I left at 11:31 and that meant that by the time I got there, the line would be out the door. It was easier to just start off at McDonalds instead of wasting my lunch hour doubling back down the street and trying to make a u-turn during lunch time. McDonalds had their A-Team out today. They took my order and got it right the First Time! I was very proud of them. That location has not been great with getting my order right. It's very hard for them to understand that "Number 2 Meal, Plain and Dry NO CHEESE" means that I do not want cheese on my burger, I do not want salad on my burger and I do not want sauce on it either. It does not mean "just meat and bread and cheese" it does also does not mean "everything on it except cheese" it also does not mean "Give me a Fish Sandwich"
They make me tired. The assistant manger guy there is so nice though, always smiling and being friendly and all Customer Service -y, so I get all calmed down and refrain from telling the guy I have a job and I can't spend all afternoon waiting for his merry band of misfits to get my order right. I could eat elsewhere like across the street over at Wendy's where they almost never have messed up my order but the square burger puts me off.
Anyway.
Oh, another customer service related gripe, I called the local paper before I left and turned it off while I was out of town. I decided to be trusting and didn't demand to speak to a person, I spoke to the machine. Yesterday my good neighbor brought over two bags full of my newspapers which really irked me as I could swear that I remembered that had turned off the paper before I left. [the silver lining was I was able to get a copy of Saturdays Sylvia that I had read in the Chicago paper but then left there and afterwards I thought that if I had not done so I would have cut the cartoon out and put it on my refrigerator]. He mentioned that while they were out of town the same thing happened to them. While in at the airport in Chicago for four freaking hoursliningn flights,[Silver Lineing I was able to listen to Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me live! Well, almost live. It was on the radio but it's performed in Chicago so I was in the same city with it while they were doing it] and I thought that was cool.
At lunch today I congratulated myself for thinking ahead and bringing my umbrella with me to work. I read the weather report and my reading comprehension skills are so finely tuned that I was able ascertain from "Chance of Thunderstorms and Locally Heavy Showers" that it was probably going to rain and possibly, heavily. What the forecast should have said was "100 percent Chance of Torrential Down Pours" or "Locally heavy demand for arks" I would have then also brought with me my fabulous rain boots and I would not have ended up with wet shoes and wet stockings and a very negative outlook on life as I went for lunch. I'm only lucky that my parking space isn't located in the part of the parking lot that by lunch time had been turned into a lake the Corp of Engineers would have been proud of.
The only good thing about the rain is that it might save my hydrangea from certain death and it could very well prevent me from mowing the lawn when I get home from work. I worked today at work and I don't look forward to working at home too, but no, it had to stop raining and now I see myself mowing the yard after all, unless it begins to rain on my ride home. If it is going to, historically, it should begin to pour rain as I am walking out the door and across the parking lot.
I was planning on Wendy's for lunch, but I left at 11:31 and that meant that by the time I got there, the line would be out the door. It was easier to just start off at McDonalds instead of wasting my lunch hour doubling back down the street and trying to make a u-turn during lunch time. McDonalds had their A-Team out today. They took my order and got it right the First Time! I was very proud of them. That location has not been great with getting my order right. It's very hard for them to understand that "Number 2 Meal, Plain and Dry NO CHEESE" means that I do not want cheese on my burger, I do not want salad on my burger and I do not want sauce on it either. It does not mean "just meat and bread and cheese" it does also does not mean "everything on it except cheese" it also does not mean "Give me a Fish Sandwich"
They make me tired. The assistant manger guy there is so nice though, always smiling and being friendly and all Customer Service -y, so I get all calmed down and refrain from telling the guy I have a job and I can't spend all afternoon waiting for his merry band of misfits to get my order right. I could eat elsewhere like across the street over at Wendy's where they almost never have messed up my order but the square burger puts me off.
Anyway.
Oh, another customer service related gripe, I called the local paper before I left and turned it off while I was out of town. I decided to be trusting and didn't demand to speak to a person, I spoke to the machine. Yesterday my good neighbor brought over two bags full of my newspapers which really irked me as I could swear that I remembered that had turned off the paper before I left. [the silver lining was I was able to get a copy of Saturdays Sylvia that I had read in the Chicago paper but then left there and afterwards I thought that if I had not done so I would have cut the cartoon out and put it on my refrigerator]. He mentioned that while they were out of town the same thing happened to them. While in at the airport in Chicago for four freaking hoursliningn flights,[Silver Lineing I was able to listen to Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me live! Well, almost live. It was on the radio but it's performed in Chicago so I was in the same city with it while they were doing it] and I thought that was cool.
Tuesday, August 9, 2005
Yay
The Shuttle has landed . Disappointed 24 hour news folks mumble under breath "robbed of another tragedy!" they are still pissed no one died when that Air France had a hard landing.
The Shuttle has landed . Disappointed 24 hour news folks mumble under breath "robbed of another tragedy!" they are still pissed no one died when that Air France had a hard landing.
While the cat’s away…
The Cockroaches play!!! Arrggghh! I didn’t even think about this eventuality when I sent Kitty away for vacation for a whole month! If I had only known what was going to happen in my cat free house, I would never have allowed him to leave.
I was only out of the house for two weeks. The roaches weren’t there while I was in the house. The little bastards waited until the coast was clear to spring their assault on the Precinct. When I think about that they are trying to get away with when I’m sitting in the room, I don’t even want to imagine what they were up to when I was gone. Now I know why I left Kitty’s furry butt at home that year instead of hiding him in my carry on. It isn’t enough to set your burglar alarm; you also have to leave a hungry carnivore to wander the house too.
That might be a good at home business! The whole idea is that not only would you watch their house and mow the lawn and all that house watching stuff, you would also provide a cat to patrol the interior of the empty house and guard against 6 legged intruders. I think that would be total protection. Your cards could say “Protecting you against intruders of all kinds.”
The first night I was back I was sitting on the living room floor compulsively whittling down my 11,000 vacation shots trying to fit them all into a single photo album when one of the little monsters walked right in front of me. I couldn’t believe it! I’m sitting there, the lights are on and the TV is going and that bastard walked right in front of me like I was no more threat to him then the carpet itself! brazen cockroach scumbag! It totally ignored me. I at least showed him the courtesy of freaking out and jumping up when I saw him. I gave him his buggy props and he just walked by me. I think he may have not heard me over the tinny blare of his ipod and while I am protecting my fragile ego by rationalizing why he walked past me - possibly the glare from his bling blinded him to my higher on the food chainness… But I doubt it. He ignored me because he could. I still killed him and left the body as a warning to the others.
The next night Dogger and I were watching TV. Dogger is not really into prey animals. Dogger is afraid of all things smaller than herself so she really isn’t with me in my war on cockroachism, another of the little beasties fell from somewhere ( I am going with the fire place mantle because if I had to start scanning the ceiling for foreign invaders I would never sleep again) and Dogger didn’t even blink. If the beastie had touched her new designer chewy, well, that would be another story – but since it was only touching the floor, Dogger didn’t care. This monsters’ chute didn’t open in time and it was on its back trying to fool me into thinking it was a turtle in peril. I saw past his ruse and killed him too. So far the bodies have not been picked up and carted away by the buggy Red Cross – although I prefer to see it as they are cold blooded heartless monsters who just don’t care about others and are just leaving them there out of meanness. I mean, if they aren’t around to pick them up pretty soon, I’m going to have to do it and I am not going to give them a Christian burial or anything and I won’t be alerting their kin either. I might leave them out as bait and kill who ever comes and gets them. It doesn’t matter, Saturday, Kitty is back and it’s going to be cockroach Armageddon.
The Cockroaches play!!! Arrggghh! I didn’t even think about this eventuality when I sent Kitty away for vacation for a whole month! If I had only known what was going to happen in my cat free house, I would never have allowed him to leave.
I was only out of the house for two weeks. The roaches weren’t there while I was in the house. The little bastards waited until the coast was clear to spring their assault on the Precinct. When I think about that they are trying to get away with when I’m sitting in the room, I don’t even want to imagine what they were up to when I was gone. Now I know why I left Kitty’s furry butt at home that year instead of hiding him in my carry on. It isn’t enough to set your burglar alarm; you also have to leave a hungry carnivore to wander the house too.
That might be a good at home business! The whole idea is that not only would you watch their house and mow the lawn and all that house watching stuff, you would also provide a cat to patrol the interior of the empty house and guard against 6 legged intruders. I think that would be total protection. Your cards could say “Protecting you against intruders of all kinds.”
The first night I was back I was sitting on the living room floor compulsively whittling down my 11,000 vacation shots trying to fit them all into a single photo album when one of the little monsters walked right in front of me. I couldn’t believe it! I’m sitting there, the lights are on and the TV is going and that bastard walked right in front of me like I was no more threat to him then the carpet itself! brazen cockroach scumbag! It totally ignored me. I at least showed him the courtesy of freaking out and jumping up when I saw him. I gave him his buggy props and he just walked by me. I think he may have not heard me over the tinny blare of his ipod and while I am protecting my fragile ego by rationalizing why he walked past me - possibly the glare from his bling blinded him to my higher on the food chainness… But I doubt it. He ignored me because he could. I still killed him and left the body as a warning to the others.
The next night Dogger and I were watching TV. Dogger is not really into prey animals. Dogger is afraid of all things smaller than herself so she really isn’t with me in my war on cockroachism, another of the little beasties fell from somewhere ( I am going with the fire place mantle because if I had to start scanning the ceiling for foreign invaders I would never sleep again) and Dogger didn’t even blink. If the beastie had touched her new designer chewy, well, that would be another story – but since it was only touching the floor, Dogger didn’t care. This monsters’ chute didn’t open in time and it was on its back trying to fool me into thinking it was a turtle in peril. I saw past his ruse and killed him too. So far the bodies have not been picked up and carted away by the buggy Red Cross – although I prefer to see it as they are cold blooded heartless monsters who just don’t care about others and are just leaving them there out of meanness. I mean, if they aren’t around to pick them up pretty soon, I’m going to have to do it and I am not going to give them a Christian burial or anything and I won’t be alerting their kin either. I might leave them out as bait and kill who ever comes and gets them. It doesn’t matter, Saturday, Kitty is back and it’s going to be cockroach Armageddon.
Monday, August 8, 2005
Want!!!
Go here . I dare you to not find something that you do not need right now!!. It does help to read French. I don't, but that didn't stop me from coveting everything there.
Go here . I dare you to not find something that you do not need right now!!. It does help to read French. I don't, but that didn't stop me from coveting everything there.
Home Again
I arrived home.
I was gone for two weeks. 14 days. When I got home it seemed like I was gone for much longer - it always does. I am always surprised that so few things have changed in the time I was gone or if they did change, how they managed to do so with out me. This year I had some actual things to check in on when I came back, the house down the street that was being gutted and remodeled is still perking along, they are now replacing all the sideing, the two houses on my drive to work that were in the process of being torn down when I left are now in the process of being rebuilt, the pirates have not changed their prices and the dangling limb of doom in the yard is still dangling. My hydrangea is less dead then I thought it would be. Life with out TV is a life with out structure or schedules or clocks. Time just seems to move at a slower pace when I don’t have TV.
I did read a lot. I really enjoyed most of them. I did enjoy the book by the Japanese author. I really hope that the Japanese people do not speak in the vernacular of 1940s pulp detective novels and if so, I hope they have a better grasp of our slang then the folks in the book did. It was hard to read and the people ran together for me. Anyway.
I also took pictures.
I took pictures of the cats. There was only so much reading I could do and remember, No TV! The kitty previously known as "Sweetie" has a new nom de’ blog. Her name is now Mini Kitty. Like a mini cooper, so much like a "real" cat, just so much smaller. She is tiny and she isn’t going to get bigger and yet she still kicked Mr. Kitty's furry butt and ate his food. Mean Mini Kitty.
Okay. Done with cats. Onto "real" pictures.
And if you still can't figure out why I go there every summer, these should do it.
I arrived home.
I was gone for two weeks. 14 days. When I got home it seemed like I was gone for much longer - it always does. I am always surprised that so few things have changed in the time I was gone or if they did change, how they managed to do so with out me. This year I had some actual things to check in on when I came back, the house down the street that was being gutted and remodeled is still perking along, they are now replacing all the sideing, the two houses on my drive to work that were in the process of being torn down when I left are now in the process of being rebuilt, the pirates have not changed their prices and the dangling limb of doom in the yard is still dangling. My hydrangea is less dead then I thought it would be. Life with out TV is a life with out structure or schedules or clocks. Time just seems to move at a slower pace when I don’t have TV.
I did read a lot. I really enjoyed most of them. I did enjoy the book by the Japanese author. I really hope that the Japanese people do not speak in the vernacular of 1940s pulp detective novels and if so, I hope they have a better grasp of our slang then the folks in the book did. It was hard to read and the people ran together for me. Anyway.
I also took pictures.
I took pictures of the cats. There was only so much reading I could do and remember, No TV! The kitty previously known as "Sweetie" has a new nom de’ blog. Her name is now Mini Kitty. Like a mini cooper, so much like a "real" cat, just so much smaller. She is tiny and she isn’t going to get bigger and yet she still kicked Mr. Kitty's furry butt and ate his food. Mean Mini Kitty.
Okay. Done with cats. Onto "real" pictures.
And if you still can't figure out why I go there every summer, these should do it.
Sunday, August 7, 2005
Friday, August 5, 2005
What I Read Over My Summer Vacation
Harry Potter 6
Priestly Sins, Andrew Greely
Small Town D.A, Robert Travers
Angel Flight, Michael Connelly
The Broken Hearts Club, Ethen Blaise (?)
The Bone Hunter, Sarah Andrews
In The Company of Contented Ladies, (?)
The Full Cubbard of Life, Same author, still can't remember
Butchers Theatre, Jonathan Kellerman
Most wanted, Michelle Martinez
Shadow Family, Miyucki Mirabe
This Just In, Harry Sheirer (sp)
Kitty is doing better but not back to his old way. The Vet upped in dose of Pred today.
Harry Potter 6
Priestly Sins, Andrew Greely
Small Town D.A, Robert Travers
Angel Flight, Michael Connelly
The Broken Hearts Club, Ethen Blaise (?)
The Bone Hunter, Sarah Andrews
In The Company of Contented Ladies, (?)
The Full Cubbard of Life, Same author, still can't remember
Butchers Theatre, Jonathan Kellerman
Most wanted, Michelle Martinez
Shadow Family, Miyucki Mirabe
This Just In, Harry Sheirer (sp)
Kitty is doing better but not back to his old way. The Vet upped in dose of Pred today.
Wednesday, August 3, 2005
At Wal-Mart
I slid my card through the credit card thingy. The credit card thingy said "Ask the checker to press 'credit'". I asked the checker to press credit.
Checker - That is the second most annoying thing I hear every day.
Me - Hmmm. (shocked deer in head lights expression) You mean these people are allowed to casually bitch about their jobs to the customers? Sam Walton is rolling in his grave
Checker - The first most annoying thing is "paper please". Like they can't reach down and get the bag themselves. Like they are afraid of exposing their chest or something...".
Me - Dude. You work at Wal-Mart. You are going to be annoyed a lot.
I slid my card through the credit card thingy. The credit card thingy said "Ask the checker to press 'credit'". I asked the checker to press credit.
Checker - That is the second most annoying thing I hear every day.
Me - Hmmm. (shocked deer in head lights expression) You mean these people are allowed to casually bitch about their jobs to the customers? Sam Walton is rolling in his grave
Checker - The first most annoying thing is "paper please". Like they can't reach down and get the bag themselves. Like they are afraid of exposing their chest or something...".
Me - Dude. You work at Wal-Mart. You are going to be annoyed a lot.
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