And Another Thing
We went to the store the other night, and ran across this interesting little situation:
Man that burns me up. I mean really, doesn't that sort of thing just increase the odds that somebody is going to come up and key your car on purpose? Or take pictures and gripe about it on the internet?
You know something I found out last year? My sister has me programmed into her cel phone as "Mr. Hi". It stands for "Mr. High and Mighty".
Man have they got me pegged.
Googles & Yahoos
Okay. Now, I don't really like to call attention to the inner workings of this weblog all that much, but I just can't pass this stuff up anymore. This page gets visits from people who have been searching the internet for a variety of things, and for whatever reason, decide to check out some web page called 'droppings'. Here is what they've searched for that led them here:
1. vending machine candies
2. history of archamedes (sorry for wasting a minute or two of your life pal)
3. shotgun vending machine change (heheheh...I'd love to know what this guy is up to :)
4. droppings (ummm...no...no I don't want to know what this guy is up to :O ...this one was from Belgium btw)
5. spiral of archamedes
6. archamedes spiral (That archamedes is a pretty popular guy it seems...too bad neither I nor the people searching can spell his name right...)
7. Giselle Perez (Someone from Central Time Zone...maybe one of Amanda's friends/family?)
8. Is[sic] Amanda Perez have kids (Also Central Time Zone...this was pretty trippy.)
I would never have guessed my post on the naughty vending machine would have generated such interest. As for those last two...makes me wonder if I should be using pseudonyms for everybody in my family ¿-)
...oh man, and I just made an entry that included Jack Lord's name yesterday. That should really bring in some interesting characters.
Ripples
Somewhere in the universe, at this very moment, two black holes, each the size of a small solar system are orbiting each other, spiraling closer and closer at speeds fast enough to put an extra part in Jack Lord's hair. And when they finally collide, the universe will shudder as two event horizons merge into some sickening new beast, and the core of a galaxy will explode in its own peculiar way. Today I had a patty-melt with tons of onions, and over the course of a few hours, the fabric of space has begun to shimmer around me. 400 million years hence, somebody trying to colonize the devastated ruins of NGC 6240 may chance to glance this way and wonder for a moment what caused that brief puff of light and whether the Milky Way's inhabitants ever knew what hit them.
Doodles
After reaching a certain age, I've noticed, kids start taking it personally when you comment on how badly their farts stink. Heheh. =)
Giselle and I took turns drawing and coloring a picture in Photoshop tonight...
(Hokey-Pokey Man, in case you were wondering.)
Jeremy
On Course
Oh man, I SO totally know how this racket works:
Today's forecast for Friday. :P
Buncha hosers.
Jeremy
Green Attrition
Alright, for posterity's sake, here's a look at today's forecast for Friday:
Sometimes, I'm so prophetic it frightens me.
Well, I just got finished submitting our benefits elections for 2003. The price tag went up $60 a month on account of stinking health insurance. We dumped the Cigna HMO plan 3 years ago because we were sick of getting reamed by the premiums, and then having to grovel before the almighty home-room doctor for referrals that got handed out like the rarest of Nobel Prizes. :P
Finally, this year, the company realized how badly that plan stank, and sacked it in favor of a couple new PPO options. Which turned out to be good for us, because our current indemnity plan is putting a $500/year limit on chiropractic care. And I gotta say that 5 or 6 years ago that wouldn't have been too scary, seeing's how we could see a chiropractor for like $40/visit. No way you're going to get that anymore buddy. The chiropractor Amanda sees now does excellent work and really helps her out, but each visit gets billed at $140. Dang. After the Blue Cross discount and our 20% share, the insurance company is still shelling out close to $100 a visit. So that's 4 visits before the deductible is met, and then 5 more before we get cut off.
The new PPO plan is going to totally kill us in prescription costs. But it covers 30 chiropractor visits per year, and that makes a huge difference. So we're grudgingly going with that one.
Well, at least I've got choices to complain about. Unlike 1994 when we couldn't afford insurance, period. And then 1995 when we could afford it, but couldn't get it on account of stinking Hodgkins. Which is still preventing me from getting better life insurance coverage. Bah.
Jeremy
Thorns
Oh holy crap!
Whole lotta slackin goin on.
I've been trying to compose a novelette that would do justice to our vacation last month, and it's slow going. So fooey on that for now.
I have this habit of tormenting myself by visiting www.weather.com frequently to see what the prospects of rain are. (Yard anxiety.) And they have this tantalizing 7-day forcast map you can check out. So theoretically on Monday, you could look ahead to next weekend and see if there's any chance of getting a good drenching. And I don't know how it works for the rest of the country, which, I guess it probably works halfway decent because they haven't sacked those forecasts so far. But as far as Arizona is concerned, it's just a bunch of baloney. Any 'weather' you see within the boundaries of Arizona that's more than 24 hours out, is a crapshoot/hoax. Everytime I've let myself get all stoked that we'll get some precipitation in a few days, I can watch day by day as the Sonoran-Triangle dries it out bit by bit by bit, until that day arrives and it's as dry and crispy as the boogers on Harrison's face first thing in the morning. And oh by the way, if it does rain, you won't see it on the forecast map until at maximum, the day before it happens. So I'm poking around there today, and check this out:
That's today's forecast for Friday. Do you see that? It says "Freezing Rain". What a crock. I have to admit that my first reaction was "OOH! Freezing Rain? Wow! What a trip." And that's not to say that I want to die from frozen trees and powerlines collapsing on my car, but I think it would be far out to see what would happen to the town if we got a taste of this locust-plague of the midwest...in much the same way that I wouldn't relish a lava flow burning my house to the ground, but it would be incredibly cool to see a new cinder cone pop up east of town. Um...So anyway, where I'm going with this, is that as bad as their long-range AZ forecasts are, where do they get off throwing a little oval of freezing rain in there? I mean, I've come to expect the teasings of rain and snow, but this is laughable hubris. Now you just watch. Day by day, they'll go "oh! uh heh! by golly, what were we thinking? We shouldn't ever put freezing rain anywhere Southwest of the Four Corners, ever. Hah! And four days ahead of time too. Heheh. Okay, let's give 'em a nice easy transition. Change it to Rain & Snow Mix Tuesday...that oughta make them happy. And then on Wednesday, we'll change it to isolated showers, which paves the way for "Dry" on Thursday's map. Can't you just picture their yards begging for mercy? Gosh we're stinkers. ::snicker snicker:: " Bleah.
Ooh, and a couple days ago, I had my space all invaded at the grocery store. I was standing there in line, and some lady and her kid were in front of me, and I was giving them like 3 feet of space. That's about right for my tastes, and yes, I've got some 'give' in that equation to suit different people's tastes, and for crowded situations or what have you. So anyway, as I'm standing there morbidly perusing the tabloid headlines, I hear this older couple hustling up behind me, and they're speaking Italian or Spanish really fast so I can't tell which language it is. And allofasudden, this guy is like right on top of me. And my first reaction was that the people in front of me had moved and I'd failed to notice, but no, they were still right where I thought they were, but I scooted up a little bit anyway. And this guy just kept coming in, and he was loading his groceries, and since the conveyor had moved up, he actually scooted in front of me to stack up his consumables. Wow did that put me into a major crabby.
But like a mild little sheep, I backed up at first to let him through to take care of his all-important grocery loading. Well finally the people in front of me take off, and I quick-step up to the little ATM card reader as the cashier is scanning my pittance of groceries. And sure enough, the guy behind me starts barrelling right up. What does he want? To see my pin-code now? So I enacted my pufferfish reaction, expanded my shoulders as broadly as I could, took a wide stance, tried to expand the blood vessels in my head to give my bald-spot a molten sheen, and planted my backside squarely in his way. I think he bounced back a half-step. Har!
I know that the whole 'space-bubble' thing is like, some anglo-North American peculiarity, and different cultures have different levels of comfort, so I guess I should just get over it. But I just can't get with the theory of chaos, public moshing and survival of the pushiest. It makes me think of the roads of Tijuana. A disorienting avalanche of cars, carts, animals and people swerving about, filling any marginally open space, car horns and shouting voices cutting lose to no imaginable purpose. Streets where white dashed lines are impossible to see through the seething brickwork of cars, and would go unheeded even were they visible. It's just something I couldn't come to grips with, so I avoid it to the best of my ability, until its scraggly, anonymous beard tickles the back of my neck in some grocery store line.
It's strange how I act like I'm all stuck on structure when I glance at the disaster that occupies my desk at home or work.
Urf. Hypocrisy.
Jeremy
Recent Comments