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Dec. 12th, 2004 02:06 pm
Oh yes. . .
I was REALLY late today--like just a bit over half an hour late.
Sheesh.
Sheesh.
Dec. 12th, 2004
It almost makes me wish I had Lynx installed on this PC. I'd download it, but whenever I queue something up for download, I get a nice -23452687 kb/s rate. Then it goes up to 0.98 kb/s. And then back down. It's fun to watch the different numbers.
Sort of, only for a few moments.
Sort of, only for a few moments.
Dec. 12th, 2004 03:10 pm
They're coming!
Brother-in-law, his wife, and two daughters will be moving into our home tonight for a few weeks while their hurricane damaged mobile home gets pulled out and replaced with a new, and I imagine better, one.
In case you didn't know, we've housed something close to twenty people in our home during one storm. It was fun, really. There are plans to have a few people over to the house next weekend for some snacks/food, movies and just to hang out before everyone leaves for Christmas break.
Funny, it used to be I could never imagine having people over to the house, period.
Random tidbit, Dolores (my 70 year old co-worker at the hospital) has a Maroon 5 fixation, and I've got her listening Ben Folds, Rilo Kiley, James, The Cure and whomever else is on my mix CD. She looked up a few moments ago and said, "I really like your music."
In case you didn't know, we've housed something close to twenty people in our home during one storm. It was fun, really. There are plans to have a few people over to the house next weekend for some snacks/food, movies and just to hang out before everyone leaves for Christmas break.
Funny, it used to be I could never imagine having people over to the house, period.
Random tidbit, Dolores (my 70 year old co-worker at the hospital) has a Maroon 5 fixation, and I've got her listening Ben Folds, Rilo Kiley, James, The Cure and whomever else is on my mix CD. She looked up a few moments ago and said, "I really like your music."
Dec. 12th, 2004 04:40 pm
Stupid Monkey!
Bah, I knew I should've tested IE out first.
Set Firefox to match that proxy--it was one I wasn't familiar with, and voila! Now, with less than an hour left, I have operating internet.
Oh well, c'est la vie.
Set Firefox to match that proxy--it was one I wasn't familiar with, and voila! Now, with less than an hour left, I have operating internet.
Oh well, c'est la vie.
Dec. 12th, 2004 05:16 pm
Mind's Eye
It's annoying, and occasionally frightening, whenever my eyes see something that is clearly not there. A few moments ago, it seemed clear that someone just walked by the office door, so it'd probably be a good idea to take care swinging the door open. After stepping out, it was really clear that there had been no one out there at all.
Sure, it'd be easy to think that perhaps said person ran into another office, or onto the elevator, but all the office doors have locks that have three digit codes, and there was no distinctive -DING!- of the elevator making a stop on our floor either.
The other evening, in my daughter's room I had to do a double take when I saw a book lying on the floor. It was The Christmas Carol, but I read it as something else, substituting the last C word for another C word that isn't really Christmas-like at all. Well, unless one's a major player in pr0n.
This sort of thing has happened to me at least as far back as the third grade. Back then, the situation didn't involve a person, but a mouse. It'd be a typical evening for me, watching the small black and white thirteen inch TV while waiting for my mom to get home from work, and while sitting there, I could have SWORN that a small blur of fur just darted from under the end table into the safe haven under the couch I was sitting on. This happened on and off for a bit, and I never mentioned anything to my mom, since I kind of felt pretty stupid about it.
Eventually, a mousetrap was purchased, and the issue was settled. It was indeed a mouse. A fast one. Didn't look too well fed, though.
Sure, it'd be easy to think that perhaps said person ran into another office, or onto the elevator, but all the office doors have locks that have three digit codes, and there was no distinctive -DING!- of the elevator making a stop on our floor either.
The other evening, in my daughter's room I had to do a double take when I saw a book lying on the floor. It was The Christmas Carol, but I read it as something else, substituting the last C word for another C word that isn't really Christmas-like at all. Well, unless one's a major player in pr0n.
This sort of thing has happened to me at least as far back as the third grade. Back then, the situation didn't involve a person, but a mouse. It'd be a typical evening for me, watching the small black and white thirteen inch TV while waiting for my mom to get home from work, and while sitting there, I could have SWORN that a small blur of fur just darted from under the end table into the safe haven under the couch I was sitting on. This happened on and off for a bit, and I never mentioned anything to my mom, since I kind of felt pretty stupid about it.
Eventually, a mousetrap was purchased, and the issue was settled. It was indeed a mouse. A fast one. Didn't look too well fed, though.