A couple weeks ago my sister got me hooked on a site called Blip that pretty much turns you into a little DJ. I can make my own play list from a huge song library (provided I can find the song I want. Their search engine can be a little imprecise), and anyone can listen to it that wants to. I can listen to other people's lists, merge them with mine on my own "personal radar," listen to what everyone's putting on their own lists on the public feed, or just listen to my own.
I just yesterday found another Jonathan Coulton song I like, and I submit it here for your enjoyment:
Jonathan Coulton - Ikea
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Wednesday, September 09, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
OwowfreakingOW
Hey, guess what! When you've been sneezing all morning and blowing your nose on paper products that weren't originally intended for noses and it makes that particular facial area all red and sore? Do not, I repeat do not try to cool and soothe the area with hand cream. Particularly black raspberry vanilla body cream from Bath & Bodyworks. You'll feel like you just poured kerosene on your face and lit a match.
Well, at least the runny nose can put the fire out around it, what-what?
Why yes, I did just watch The Madness of King George recently! How did you know?
Well, at least the runny nose can put the fire out around it, what-what?
Why yes, I did just watch The Madness of King George recently! How did you know?
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Glorious mess
Last week I finally admitted that my CSA vegetables age faster than I can use them, and that I need to start freezing things. A week ago Friday I made stuffed peppers with the 4 bell peppers they gave me the week before, and did my best to clear out the fridge in preparation for this week's haul.
Last night I blanched and froze three heads of broccoli...and set off the smoke detector in the process 'cause I forgot to turn on the hood fan over the range. Scared the bejeezus out of the cat. And probably my neighbors.
Today (after turning on the hood fan and pointing the living room's big standing fan out into the kitchen) I blanched 1/2 a head of cauliflower (that all that was in the crate. Still pretty big, though, even for a half), a bag of string beans (green, wax, and purple--though the purple ones turned green when they hit the water. Boooo.), and four ears of corn. Everything but the corn went into the freezer. The corn, along with some tomatoes, onions, a clove of garlic, and some bacon became this:
My Grandma Ruth used to make it, and she called it Mexicorn. I think it was a fancy word for summer-leftovers-that-need-to-be-used-up. Everything in this picture (except the bacon, of course) came from my CSA share. One of the tomatoes I used was yellow and green striped, green on the inside.
It doesn't look all that appetizing, but it tastes wonderful. Hence, this post's title.
Here's how it's made, if you'd like to try it:
Ingredients:
Bacon (I used 4 pieces, one for each cob of corn.)
Corn, cooked, cut off the cob (preferably. I've done it with frozen. It's not the same)
Onion (I used 2 tiny red ones and small white one)
1 clove of garlic (that's my own little addition. I don't think Grandma cooked with garlic)
Tomatoes, diced, preferably fresh.
Salt to taste
Ground pepper to taste
1. In a sauté pan, fry bacon until it's crispy. Remove from pan and drain on paper towels.
2. Fry the onion and garlic with the bacon fat.
3. Add corn, stir.
4. Add tomatoes, stir.
5. Crumble bacon, add to pan. Stir.
6. Add salt and pepper, stir.
7. Remove from heat when mixture is throughly combined and heated through. Serve.
8. Try not to eat the whole thing in one sitting.
I have no idea what the Weight Watcher's points are for this, and I. Don't. Care! It's mostly vegetables anyway. Okay, so they're covered in fat and mixed with bacon, but it's not like I eat this everyday. I've been waiting for the corn to start coming so that I could make it. I've had a little bit, and now I'm gonna quick toss the rest in the freezer so I don't eat any more today.
And pretty soon I'm going to make a recipe Pioneer Woman talked about over on her cooking blog for a pineapple-zucchini cake with cream cheese frosting. I'm going to bring that in to work. One of my co-workers is going on maternity leave very soon, and I feel like making a little fuss. We already threw her a shower, but I just want to do this. I also want to try the recipe, get rid of my zucchini , and have a piece of cake without having the rest of it leftover later. I'd say that's four birds, one stone.
Off to got pack up the mexicorn before I eat more of it!
Last night I blanched and froze three heads of broccoli...and set off the smoke detector in the process 'cause I forgot to turn on the hood fan over the range. Scared the bejeezus out of the cat. And probably my neighbors.
Today (after turning on the hood fan and pointing the living room's big standing fan out into the kitchen) I blanched 1/2 a head of cauliflower (that all that was in the crate. Still pretty big, though, even for a half), a bag of string beans (green, wax, and purple--though the purple ones turned green when they hit the water. Boooo.), and four ears of corn. Everything but the corn went into the freezer. The corn, along with some tomatoes, onions, a clove of garlic, and some bacon became this:
My Grandma Ruth used to make it, and she called it Mexicorn. I think it was a fancy word for summer-leftovers-that-need-to-be-used-up. Everything in this picture (except the bacon, of course) came from my CSA share. One of the tomatoes I used was yellow and green striped, green on the inside.
It doesn't look all that appetizing, but it tastes wonderful. Hence, this post's title.
Here's how it's made, if you'd like to try it:
Ingredients:
Bacon (I used 4 pieces, one for each cob of corn.)
Corn, cooked, cut off the cob (preferably. I've done it with frozen. It's not the same)
Onion (I used 2 tiny red ones and small white one)
1 clove of garlic (that's my own little addition. I don't think Grandma cooked with garlic)
Tomatoes, diced, preferably fresh.
Salt to taste
Ground pepper to taste
1. In a sauté pan, fry bacon until it's crispy. Remove from pan and drain on paper towels.
2. Fry the onion and garlic with the bacon fat.
3. Add corn, stir.
4. Add tomatoes, stir.
5. Crumble bacon, add to pan. Stir.
6. Add salt and pepper, stir.
7. Remove from heat when mixture is throughly combined and heated through. Serve.
8. Try not to eat the whole thing in one sitting.
I have no idea what the Weight Watcher's points are for this, and I. Don't. Care! It's mostly vegetables anyway. Okay, so they're covered in fat and mixed with bacon, but it's not like I eat this everyday. I've been waiting for the corn to start coming so that I could make it. I've had a little bit, and now I'm gonna quick toss the rest in the freezer so I don't eat any more today.
Later this evening I'm going to try a fennel bulb and potato au gratin recipe that the CSA put in the bulletin this past week. Wish me luck! The fennel smells great, let's hope it tastes as good and freezes well.
I'm also going to cut up the rest of the tomatoes, the cucumbers, some onion, and the radishes and make some sort of marinated salad with them. I'll probably just throw Italian dressing on it and refrigerate it.
On tomorrow's agenda -- Cream of carrot soup. With leeks and ginger and a yam, too. I made this earlier this year, never took a picture, didn't think to freeze it in time and the soup went bad. Gonna make it again now that I know what I'm doing.I'm also going to cut up the rest of the tomatoes, the cucumbers, some onion, and the radishes and make some sort of marinated salad with them. I'll probably just throw Italian dressing on it and refrigerate it.
And pretty soon I'm going to make a recipe Pioneer Woman talked about over on her cooking blog for a pineapple-zucchini cake with cream cheese frosting. I'm going to bring that in to work. One of my co-workers is going on maternity leave very soon, and I feel like making a little fuss. We already threw her a shower, but I just want to do this. I also want to try the recipe, get rid of my zucchini , and have a piece of cake without having the rest of it leftover later. I'd say that's four birds, one stone.
Off to got pack up the mexicorn before I eat more of it!
Friday, August 21, 2009
Today's fun thing-Code Monkey
I ran across a YouTube video a while back (pointed there by The Bloggess) of someone dancing in their jammies to the tune "Code Monkey" by Jonathan Coulton. I have fallen in love with that song. It's on my iPod now, and since I'm listening to it at work as I type (What? I'm on my afternoon break!) this I thought I might as well share it. It's a great Friday-afternoon-get-me-outta-here song.
He's released it under Creative Commons, which I guess means people are free to do with it what they will,and a bunch of people have put videos together for it. Here's one of my favorites:
And here's the one that got me interested in the song in the first place:
He's released it under Creative Commons, which I guess means people are free to do with it what they will,and a bunch of people have put videos together for it. Here's one of my favorites:
And here's the one that got me interested in the song in the first place:
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Still here
It was pointed out to me a few minutes ago that I haven't posted anything in a while. Here's what's been doing:
I went to my parents' house two weekends ago. I was planning on going anyway, to celebrate my birthday and their anniversary. The visit took on more urgency a few days before I was planning to go, as my father spent their anniversary and the next 2 days in the hospital.
Doctors gave it some Latin name I don't remember but in layman's terms he has an irregular heartbeat. He's on medication for it now. He was so severely dizzy the day he went into the hospital that he couldn't even stand. And the blood pressure medicine he was on was making things worse instead of better. So off they went to the emergency room.
My sister and brother-in-law swung by Friday to pick us up -- since I was going for more than a there-and-back-the-next-day visit, the cat had to come with me. Needs her meds for her kidney thing daily. We got to Mom and Dad's place around 11:30. Dad was home by that point. Looked fine--a little tired maybe, but glad to be home.
Apparently people live with this condition for a long time. Burt, an 80+ man who works with my Mom and Dad, has had an irregular heartbeat for 30 years. It doesn't seem to have slowed him down any.
So anyway, after assuring ourselves that Dad was okay now, we relaxed and enjoyed the weekend. Well, my brother-in-law not so much. He had what later turned out to be poison oak all over him. Even in his eye (fun!). We left earlier than planned on Sunday so he could get to a doctor or a hospital back at home to see what was up.
But Saturday was a nice relaxing day. Mom drove us out to a field that was full of wildflowers, and we took pictures. Here's one of my favorites:
And then we went to town to a shop called Olga's where we all bought some fancy yarn. I know, I don't need any more yarn! But I have some anyway, along with plans for its use.
Since then, I've been working, sleeping, weeding, and trying to keep up with my CSA shares. I just got more stuff yesterday:
I went to my parents' house two weekends ago. I was planning on going anyway, to celebrate my birthday and their anniversary. The visit took on more urgency a few days before I was planning to go, as my father spent their anniversary and the next 2 days in the hospital.
Doctors gave it some Latin name I don't remember but in layman's terms he has an irregular heartbeat. He's on medication for it now. He was so severely dizzy the day he went into the hospital that he couldn't even stand. And the blood pressure medicine he was on was making things worse instead of better. So off they went to the emergency room.
My sister and brother-in-law swung by Friday to pick us up -- since I was going for more than a there-and-back-the-next-day visit, the cat had to come with me. Needs her meds for her kidney thing daily. We got to Mom and Dad's place around 11:30. Dad was home by that point. Looked fine--a little tired maybe, but glad to be home.
Apparently people live with this condition for a long time. Burt, an 80+ man who works with my Mom and Dad, has had an irregular heartbeat for 30 years. It doesn't seem to have slowed him down any.
So anyway, after assuring ourselves that Dad was okay now, we relaxed and enjoyed the weekend. Well, my brother-in-law not so much. He had what later turned out to be poison oak all over him. Even in his eye (fun!). We left earlier than planned on Sunday so he could get to a doctor or a hospital back at home to see what was up.
But Saturday was a nice relaxing day. Mom drove us out to a field that was full of wildflowers, and we took pictures. Here's one of my favorites:
And then we went to town to a shop called Olga's where we all bought some fancy yarn. I know, I don't need any more yarn! But I have some anyway, along with plans for its use.
Since then, I've been working, sleeping, weeding, and trying to keep up with my CSA shares. I just got more stuff yesterday:
Wednesday, August 05, 2009
Branching out
Y'know, being part of this CSA thing is really making me branch out, food-wise. Two weeks ago there was a great big bag of basil in my crate. The house smelled amazing. Ooof. I hadn't much of an idea what to do with it, so I looked up a recipe for pesto online, and then made some. Pictures will follow as soon as I use it. It's in the freezer right now.
This week was the best crate yet.
Buried amongst all that vegetable goodness there's another wee bag of basil. Not enough to make pesto with (though this week's CSA bulletin includes a recipe for pesto using the kale and some walnuts. Hmm. I might try that), but there was just enough to make this:
Almost too pretty to eat. I managed, though.
This week was the best crate yet.
Buried amongst all that vegetable goodness there's another wee bag of basil. Not enough to make pesto with (though this week's CSA bulletin includes a recipe for pesto using the kale and some walnuts. Hmm. I might try that), but there was just enough to make this:
Almost too pretty to eat. I managed, though.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
I thought that was called "messing with someone"
Today's word at A Word a Day is menticide. It's defined thus:
noun: The systematic undermining of a person's beliefs, attitudes, and values.Huh. I didn't know there was a word for that.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Time flies when you're doin' nothin'
I've been on vacation from July 3 to July 13. Got back to work this Monday and have been digging out from under a pile of work ever since.
Vacation was...um. I don't remember. It's kind of blurry except for the local arts festival, which was from Wednesday the 8th (kid's day) through Sunday the 12th. My sister showed up Wednesday afternoon, we went to that yarn shop the next town over, spent way too much, came home, knitted, hung out. Went to the festival Thursday, took in about 1/2 of it before the crowds got to us (when it takes great force of will to keep yourself from smacking people who stop directly in front of you for no reason or who suddenly swerve into your path, it's time to go home). Friday we hung out. That evening my Mom showed up (it was her birthday). Saturday: combo of Wednesday and Thursday. Bought Mom her birthday present at the festival. Sunday: Everyone went home, I vegged out on sofa with cat waiting for the "I made it home" phone calls to come in.
Other than that, there has been not too very much going on. Still getting vegetables from the CSA every other week. Still photographing them, though I haven't posted the pictures since the first week. Forgot. Still trying to eat them before they go bad--getting better at that.
And that's about it from over here. How are you?
Vacation was...um. I don't remember. It's kind of blurry except for the local arts festival, which was from Wednesday the 8th (kid's day) through Sunday the 12th. My sister showed up Wednesday afternoon, we went to that yarn shop the next town over, spent way too much, came home, knitted, hung out. Went to the festival Thursday, took in about 1/2 of it before the crowds got to us (when it takes great force of will to keep yourself from smacking people who stop directly in front of you for no reason or who suddenly swerve into your path, it's time to go home). Friday we hung out. That evening my Mom showed up (it was her birthday). Saturday: combo of Wednesday and Thursday. Bought Mom her birthday present at the festival. Sunday: Everyone went home, I vegged out on sofa with cat waiting for the "I made it home" phone calls to come in.
Other than that, there has been not too very much going on. Still getting vegetables from the CSA every other week. Still photographing them, though I haven't posted the pictures since the first week. Forgot. Still trying to eat them before they go bad--getting better at that.
And that's about it from over here. How are you?
Friday, June 26, 2009
So it turns out I like jazz. And blues.
Whodathunkit?
Glad I went. She was fun and funny and soulful and has an incredible voice. I bought one of her CD's from a table in the lobby one my way out, and also bought on from the act that went on ahead of her, Beaucoup Blue -- a father-and-son blues duo out of Philadelphia. Blues and jazz, two things I've never really sought out, and I liked 'em both.
Only one drawback of the evening--two people right behind me who wouldn't stop talking. Constant chatter. All. Night. Long. Argh! I wish I'd had the nerve to do what a friend of mine did after some woman sat next to him and chatted to her companion the whole way through a showing of Moulin Rouge. After the lights came up, he turned to her and said:
"You owe me four dollars."
"What?!?"
"Your yapping made me miss about half that movie. Ticket cost me $8. You owe me $4."
"I don't know what you're talking about!"
"Well, I know what you were talking about." And then he proceeded to list all the topics she and her friend had discussed over the past two hours. She stood there, shocked and affronted.
"Hey, lady, in future? If you want to talk, go to a restaurant. If you come to see a movie? Shut up."
He's my hero.
Glad I went. She was fun and funny and soulful and has an incredible voice. I bought one of her CD's from a table in the lobby one my way out, and also bought on from the act that went on ahead of her, Beaucoup Blue -- a father-and-son blues duo out of Philadelphia. Blues and jazz, two things I've never really sought out, and I liked 'em both.
Only one drawback of the evening--two people right behind me who wouldn't stop talking. Constant chatter. All. Night. Long. Argh! I wish I'd had the nerve to do what a friend of mine did after some woman sat next to him and chatted to her companion the whole way through a showing of Moulin Rouge. After the lights came up, he turned to her and said:
"You owe me four dollars."
"What?!?"
"Your yapping made me miss about half that movie. Ticket cost me $8. You owe me $4."
"I don't know what you're talking about!"
"Well, I know what you were talking about." And then he proceeded to list all the topics she and her friend had discussed over the past two hours. She stood there, shocked and affronted.
"Hey, lady, in future? If you want to talk, go to a restaurant. If you come to see a movie? Shut
He's my hero.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Outside my comfort zone
Melody Gardot's coming to town. A while back, someone pointed tonight's concert out via Twitter, asked if anyone wanted to go wither her, and sent a YouTube link. After a little exploring, I decided liked what I heard and that I would go. The person who mentioned the concert isn't going. At least I don't think she is. Never heard from her again about the topic, even after I tried contacting her directly. Maybe I misunderstood.
I've been to plays by myself, but I usually attend concerts with other people. Don't know why that is, but I'd rather listen to music with someone I know. Well, tonight, I'm going by myself. To listen to jazz, which is a genre I've never really paid much attention to before.
Should be interesting.
I've been to plays by myself, but I usually attend concerts with other people. Don't know why that is, but I'd rather listen to music with someone I know. Well, tonight, I'm going by myself. To listen to jazz, which is a genre I've never really paid much attention to before.
Should be interesting.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
For G
I do have an actual written post coming, if I ever finish the &@%! thing. But in the mean time, I'm posting this with G (of Postcards to Myself) in mind, 'cause he once mentioned that he liked ukuleles:
On YouTube, the caption next to the video says:
On YouTube, the caption next to the video says:
Created on June 21, 2009. London Uke Festival - For more info check londonukefestival.com We smashed the record with 851 peforming on day!
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Independent confirmation...
...also known as a sop to my vanity:
I was out and about yesterday afternoon, got onto a bus, and a woman I haven't seen in months said to me,
"You've lost weight!"
So there we are. Time to find the scale and see how much. Just for curiosity's sake.
I was out and about yesterday afternoon, got onto a bus, and a woman I haven't seen in months said to me,
"You've lost weight!"
So there we are. Time to find the scale and see how much. Just for curiosity's sake.
Tuesday, June 09, 2009
Small victories
I bought a whole bunch of new clothes from the local branch of Lane Bryant back in April. They were having a huge everything-must-go sale prior to closing the branch for good, as apparently there aren't enough fat girls to clothe in this town (yeah, right). I scored $400 worth of clothes for $44. Go me! Virtual high five!
Then a few weeks later I gave myself a stern talking to and started to take Weight Watchers more seriously. I know, I know. New clothes, then lose weight? Isn't that supposed to go the other way 'round? Well, as my brother-in-law would say, "That's how I roll."
I still haven't weighed myself, though I am following program otherwise. I'm trying to teach myself that I need to focus on how I feel and not rely on some number to tell me whether I'm doing well.
It's working. My new clothes have been getting very baggy. Yesterday I went to put on a pair of the jeans I bought in April, and just as experiment I tried to get them on without undoing the button at the top. They slipped right on! Hurray! Oh, crap. That meant I needed to find a different pair of pants, 'cause if they slip on that easily, they'll slide down that easily as well.
I found another, smaller pair of jeans I haven't worn for a while. They fit! Kind of. Little tight across the thigh, but I didn't snap myself in half when I sat down in 'em, so those jeans have been rotated back into the wardrobe.
I have a long way to go. I don't even know how far. I suppose sooner or later I need to find the scale and get on it, if only to adjust my Weight Watchers' plan. For anyone not familiar with the program, as you lose weight, you lose "points" -- every food is assigned a point value, and you get a certain amount of points to use in a day, with 35 extra to spread around through the week. As you get smaller, so does your points budget.
I need to find that scale. I think it's in one of the boxes I labeled "Odds & Ends." But my more immediate need is to get myself to a store and buy a belt. I do not want to accidentally moon someone in the library. Or anywhere else, for that matter.
Then a few weeks later I gave myself a stern talking to and started to take Weight Watchers more seriously. I know, I know. New clothes, then lose weight? Isn't that supposed to go the other way 'round? Well, as my brother-in-law would say, "That's how I roll."
I still haven't weighed myself, though I am following program otherwise. I'm trying to teach myself that I need to focus on how I feel and not rely on some number to tell me whether I'm doing well.
It's working. My new clothes have been getting very baggy. Yesterday I went to put on a pair of the jeans I bought in April, and just as experiment I tried to get them on without undoing the button at the top. They slipped right on! Hurray! Oh, crap. That meant I needed to find a different pair of pants, 'cause if they slip on that easily, they'll slide down that easily as well.
I found another, smaller pair of jeans I haven't worn for a while. They fit! Kind of. Little tight across the thigh, but I didn't snap myself in half when I sat down in 'em, so those jeans have been rotated back into the wardrobe.
I have a long way to go. I don't even know how far. I suppose sooner or later I need to find the scale and get on it, if only to adjust my Weight Watchers' plan. For anyone not familiar with the program, as you lose weight, you lose "points" -- every food is assigned a point value, and you get a certain amount of points to use in a day, with 35 extra to spread around through the week. As you get smaller, so does your points budget.
I need to find that scale. I think it's in one of the boxes I labeled "Odds & Ends." But my more immediate need is to get myself to a store and buy a belt. I do not want to accidentally moon someone in the library. Or anywhere else, for that matter.
Wednesday, June 03, 2009
I retweeted this, but I don't think that's enough
I got a tweet from Neil Gaiman (well, not to me, exactly. I follow him). He sent out the following link, and I thought it was worth putting up on the blog:
I wish I was nearer to New York City. Apparently he's performing there this weekend.
I also like his alternate title for this clip: Squandering an Expensive Music School Education on Ridiculous Youtube Videos.
I wish I was nearer to New York City. Apparently he's performing there this weekend.
I also like his alternate title for this clip: Squandering an Expensive Music School Education on Ridiculous Youtube Videos.
Tuesday, June 02, 2009
Big Pixar fan over here
Was talking with some folks at work today about Up, which I'd like to see sometime soon, and how I've always liked Pixar even before I knew who they were. When Toy Story came out, it reminded me of an animated short I saw when I was in college, as part of a film of the winners of some international animation tourney (back when they used to bring things like that to campus and show 'em to us). It was called "Tin Toy." Then I saw a special on the making of Toy Story and learned that these were the same people who did "Tin Toy." I just found it on YouTube:
Another one I liked (turned out to be another one of theirs) was in a similar vein, about a snowman living in a snowglobe (a souvenir from Alaska, I think) who falls in love with another souvenir (from Miami) on the shelf. Found that one too. It's called "Knick Knack:"
Yep. Watching these has reinforced my desire to go see Up.
Another one I liked (turned out to be another one of theirs) was in a similar vein, about a snowman living in a snowglobe (a souvenir from Alaska, I think) who falls in love with another souvenir (from Miami) on the shelf. Found that one too. It's called "Knick Knack:"
Yep. Watching these has reinforced my desire to go see Up.
Lolly's paw
To anyone who's been wondering: there will be no need to biopsy the cat's paw. That thing with the definite edges? Scab. Fell off a few days after I posted about it. The next time the cat allowed me to look at her foot, it looked great. I looked yesterday, and couldn't tell there'd been a wound at all. Mind you, I was was holding the cat in mid-air, dangling her feet in front of me, so I only got a few glimpses. But everything looks good!
Yay! Crisis averted.
Yay! Crisis averted.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Veggies!
I got the first share from the Community Supported Agriculture thing I joined. According to the list, I got lettuce, spinach, radishes, mustard greens, and Asian greens.
Now. What do I do with 'em?
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Monday, May 18, 2009
Oreo, 1989-2009
This was Delilah's daddy.
My father called Friday evening to tell me Oreo had to be taken to the vet's. He'd stopped eating recently, and now he wouldn't even drink water. Mom saw a little bit of blood in his mouth. The vet confirmed what we already knew: tumor. He had a small one on his face that I've been editing out of pictures for years, including the picture above. Turns out there was another one in his mouth, under his tongue. He was put to sleep Friday afternoon.
Sammy (Samson, Delilah's litter mate) died last October. He had a tumor as well, only his was on his foot. Here's Sammy:
Poor sweet babies.
I'd be very happy if the booboo on Delilah's foot would go away now, please. It's round, and it has very definite edges. It probably a bite mark (pleaseohplease it's a bite mark!), but if it doesn't go away by the time we're through with the antibiotics I'm going to have to take her back to the vet and get it biopsied. Gulp.
Anti-theft
You know, it's the little things that drive you crazy. Stupid stuff like food noises you can't get away from (dealt with, thanks to my Mom's Christmas gift of headphones) or people ignoring your emails requesting more info on the next step of a project only to dump a ton and a half of work on you 2 weeks after you've given up on them and decided to work on something else. (Holy run-on sentence, Batman!)
This morning it's disappearing book carts. Friday afternoon we had two empty ones. This morning? Zero. This isn't the first time it's happened. I've lost count of how many times they go missing, actually. Whoever does it steals 'em before any of us get here, or after we leave. It's irritating.
One of my team mates and I found 'em, empty, in other parts of the room and wheeled them back home. I've made big yellow labels for them with our team's name and "DO NOT REMOVE!" in bold at the bottom. Stuck the labels all over the carts. If this doesn't work I'm gonna buy some chains and padlocks, and chain all the carts together. Ha! Try moving that, cart-thief.
Or better still, go find your own.
This morning it's disappearing book carts. Friday afternoon we had two empty ones. This morning? Zero. This isn't the first time it's happened. I've lost count of how many times they go missing, actually. Whoever does it steals 'em before any of us get here, or after we leave. It's irritating.
One of my team mates and I found 'em, empty, in other parts of the room and wheeled them back home. I've made big yellow labels for them with our team's name and "DO NOT REMOVE!" in bold at the bottom. Stuck the labels all over the carts. If this doesn't work I'm gonna buy some chains and padlocks, and chain all the carts together. Ha! Try moving that, cart-thief.
Or better still, go find your own.
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