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My son went to school late this morning.  When my husband signed him in, he looked at the line above him and that kid had put "Clown attack" as the reason for his late arrival.
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Me, every time I watch a home remodeling show:  "I can't believe these clients!  The contractor finds a problem with their home, so the project costs more, and they get mad at their contractor?  Listen, morons, It's not your damned contractor's fault your foundation sucks, or some idiot cut into your roof joists!  Be grateful he found it.  They should put ME on this show; I would never be such an entitled, unreasonable turd."

Me, when my home is being remodeled and the contractor finds a problem that means the project costs more: Instantly feels antipathy towards contractor.
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Most of these super-cold days, I've been parking in the attached parking structure.  That means I have some flights of steps to take, but not really much time out in the cold.

This morning I let the husband have the good pass, so I parked four blocks down the hill in a commuter lot.  Wow, was it cold.  I took a big breath at one point and my teeth ached from the cold air.

Thank heaven for these stretch fleece cuddle duds my sister sent me.
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Do not call restarting my computer a "quick fix."  It may be some other kind of fix, but it is not fucking quick.
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I've been going through some videos of Dad looking (in vain, sadly) for the conversation where he discussed our archeology trip. I ran across his response to my question of who influenced him. He named several people I knew, but one unexpected person (and a stranger to me) was a professor who was the head of the art department at University of Iowa. Apparently he came to review senior work in Omaha (where my Dad was in school) and pitched an art education career to all of them. Dad said he'd never considered that before, but it set him on the path to a graduate degree. Same with all of his fellow graduating art seniors--all went on to teaching careers.

I figured this fellow would be dead, but I checked anyway. I found a family genealogy page put together by his son (the father had passed away 14 years ago). I contacted him via email and explained why I was writing, and he sent my recap along to his two sisters. Now I've heard from all three of them, each tickled to hear this story about their Dad which they had not heard. One of them lives in Canada and she got the message on Remembrance Day, which she said made it that much more special to her.

That was a feel-good thing this week.
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I finished this audiobook on my drive in October. This was an excellent recommendation from Nancy/Paul.

When it FIRST started, it had the stereotypical fantasy trope of "It was the first day of Cattarhgery in the second month of the feast of Thrgruoberent, when the moon was in the waning phase of Hebentharium..." and I was like, GROAN. But it picked up right away.

It launched pretty quickly into a caper and I thought, boy, that was fast, this feels like it should be the climax of the plot, not the intro. But then that's the beauty of the book, it just builds from there, more intrigue and cleverness and scrapes piled on, with a ton of banter, and all in all it's just an enjoyable ride. So thanks for the solid recommendation.

That guy better be writing more books.
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Two days from now will bring a possible deluge of 9/11 memorials. That's fine; it was not a small thing that happened.

However, I predict that on my facebook wall will be one or more sentiments of "SOME of you may have forgotten but..."

This makes me punchy. This is a statement of someone who is concerned that his flag gif is not wavy enough, or his eagle photo is not sufficiently majestic (or perhaps the tear on the raptor's cheek does not glisten adequately). It is a person who has to go the extra mile with some finger-pointing and accusations, to firm up his foundation of LOVE OF COUNTRY lest any of us doubt him. It is pure sanctimonious chestbeating, because only a fucking idiot would honestly believe we would "forget" that shitstorm of a day.

If it's a contest, if it will reassure your trembling soul, I cede the victory to you, oh person whose patriotism MUST be best, first, and most fervent. Here is your trophy! Enjoy it in good, bitter, flag-draped health! I'll just be over here, being a normal American, getting shit done.
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I trotted up the stairs of our building this morning, opened the door to our suite, and walked into a brick wall of HEAT. My eyes widened and the receptionist just raised her eyebrows and nodded at me as if to say "Yeah. ENJOY"

My thermostat reads 84 degrees at 9 am. This may not be pleasant today.

ETA: At least I don't live in Toledo! What a mess that is.
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Thanks to its crappy pricing structure for non-academic university usage, my office may be no longer buying SPSS for me, and forcing me to switch to SAS.

COMMENCE PANIC.

I have been using SPSS since 1988. I am by no means a "power user" but I do like the syntax and know a lot of it, and I have dozens of syntax files already written that I can roll out to use on files, saving me tons of headache and hassle. The idea of those going away in a puff of smoke could make me break out in hives
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I was just in a meeting where Mario Batali came up and someone didn't know who he was. My colleague Erica said "Well, he wears crocs, and he sweats a LOT" before someone else chipped in, "He's a chef."

I enjoyed how that was no higher than the 3rd-most-pertinent fact to share about him.
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I could barely get through the day yesterday; I put my head down on my desk for awhile, and then after work I went and slept in my car for 20 minutes. Then I went to bed early and had trouble getting up.

Also, my long-dormant dyshidrotic eczema has decided to pop back in for a hello and does not seem inclined to leave, competing with the poison ivy for areas of my hands to plague.

GOOD TIMES
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That terrible feeling when you realize you've missed the traffic window to drive home within a reasonable timeframe.

Ugh, construction
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This season sucked me in since Meryl Davis & Charlie White were competing.

I know people 'ship hard on the teams, and the dance moves add fuel to the speculative fire. Which is not unlike the ice dancing chemistry that couples try to perpetuate on the ice. I thought Meryl & Maks did a clever job handling it. Maks jokes a little, Meryl acts like she is deaf to it all, the hungry audience gets nothing, NOTHING I TELL YOU! Tune in next week to maybe see something that might tip you off!

Last night, the LAST night, after being asked about it, for what I am sure was the eleventydozenth time, Maks said this:

"I want to ravage her and have ice-skating, big, Russian, mean babies. We’re going to call them Boris and Oleg. Their nicknames are going to be Bear. Both. One nickname for both."

Heh.
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Boy I've been laying low around here, haven't I?

Weather

Mar. 12th, 2014 01:09 pm
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Complaining about winter is not effective and this year I know it's gone beyond tiresome.

But. But still. I feel compelled to say it today: Boy howdy I am mightily offended by the ongoing BULLSHIT.
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Although I am feeling loads better, breathing the cold air just SAPS me. I feel like I belong in a Jane Austen novel.
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Mark walked by the bathroom on his way to the kid's room, saw me leaning into the mirror to apply eyeliner, and said "Oh, do you have a meeting today?"

Me: No, why?

Him: You're putting that stuff on. I thought you only wore it when you have a meeting with someone outside your office.

Me: NO, I wear eyeliner and mascara pretty much every single day.

Statement

Jan. 28th, 2014 10:54 am
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Well, it's cold.
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So the new guy is Taiwanese.

And last month, I entered a 'tea exchange' with someone from Reddit who is an American living in Taiwan. She sent me some tea, which I truly liked, so during our weekly tea I brought this up to Sinji.

Boy it was like ripping the lid off. He had SO MUCH to say about tea. Sinji talked about tea like other people discuss wine.

Anyway, I brought in what I had, including the kind I really liked (I thought it had a strong taste without a bitter or oily aspect to it, which was a change). He said just by examining the package that tea was pretty ordinary and in fact didn't taste very good, but it had an aroma that made it really excellent for bubble tea. Whatever, I'm a philistine. I'll drink Lipton. I liked it straight up.

Then he carefully examined the loose-leaf oolong she sent me. He asked if he could try some, and then admonished me "Never handle this with perfumed fingers! You will ruin tea!" Okay then. I almost never wear scent but I have this L'Occitane face cream on today (I got it as a sample). It stinks to high heaven with some kind of scent. It's giving me a headache, in fact.

I don't think he's had the tea yet, but I await his judgement. He does not mince words, so I doubt he'll spare my feelings if he thinks she sent me shit tea.
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So many people are back on LJ, and not all of them know each other or are from the same original "source" (like SDMB) so the pleas/resolutions to come back must have come from several places.
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