Tag Archives: Personal Blather

That’s right, I’m up and about. Bright of eye and bushy of tail. Why should a little thing like the time bother me? Sure, it’s after midnight and the rest of the household is snoozing away, but that’s no reason for me to turn in! I’m wired! I’m awake! I’m CAPTAIN INSOMNIA!
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I think I just won the office junk e-mail game. It’s sort of an unofficial contest to see whose account lets the most bizarre or outrageous krep through the filters. And no fishing through the “Junk” folder either, this has to make it past the filters and into the “In” box. All of us have been getting the standard inducements to enlarge, invigorate, enhance, firm up, and enrich various parts of the human anatomy, some of which don’t apply to us.

My boss and I have been getting additional blandishments, advising us that rates have never been lower and that now is the time to refinance properties at addresses that we no longer live at. WorkKevin hasn’t been getting these yet… Our theory is that he’s below their threshold age.

Today was something entirely new. I got something in Russian.

I have no idea what it says, but I love reading it.
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From 0xDECAFBAD:

The Monitor – Local – Parents seek to ban books: …because Huxley’s Brave New World might cause “inappropriate sexual arousal of young teens.” Have these people not lived with teens long? An oddly shaped cardboard box will cause sexual arousal in young teens.

All of us in the office have had close encounters with deer in the past two days. Mine was this morning. We were driving in along North Huron and a panic-stricken doe (or perhaps a young buck…) nearly jumped into the road in front of us. Fortunately, it saw us and decided to run away rather than charging across the road and onto the railroad tracks.
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Had a horrifying tuxedo experience on Sunday. My dad was in town so we hit the tux shoppe to get our measurements taken for the wedding outfits. It’s kind of odd how old it made me feel. It was sobering for me to realize that not only am I now taller than my dad, I’ve got broader shoulders and chest. And a phenomenally larger waist.
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This man is happy because his pants are not on fire.

That’s right, we hit the Renaissance Faire this weekend! There can be no other explanation for why I’m posting pictures of long haired guys in floppy hats juggling flaming torches…

Don’t worry, it’s not all juggling pictures…
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Popped into my head this morning… I don’t know why.

“Spyder Spyder burning bright,
In the waterspout of night.
What itsy bitsy hand or eye,
Could frame thy washed-out symmetry?”

Sorry about that.

Well, it took a lot of Friday and it’s left me in great pain, but the upstairs bathroom has a shiny new floor! That’s right, no more red rosin paper over tar glue… We’ve got lovely self-adhesive parquet wood over brand-spanking new plywood.

I actually started work on this quite a while ago. The upstairs bathroom had been carpeted, which is one of the stupidest things one can do to a place where water spills are a practical certainty. I yanked the carpet out, and discovered that it had been tacked down on top of linoleum tile. Said tile was in a sorry state – detaching from the plywood underneath – so up it came.

Once the tile was out of the way, I could see that the plywood had suffered some serious water damage. The wood was de-laminating where the glue had dissolved, mostly in front of the sink or around the toilet. Unfortunately, I hadn’t realized just how big a job I was letting myself in for at the time, so I covered the exposed plywood with red rosin paper and put the project on hold.

Fast forward to last Thursday. That’s when a leak developed around the base of the toilet. Since this is the only working bathroom in the house, it now became a serious issue. I’d been planning on spending Friday getting wedding stuff done, but it was time to put on my remodeling hat before we found ourselves, literally, without a pot to pee in.
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I’m taking a vacation day to get some work done.

That sounds very odd now that I think of it…
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Heading off to lunch today I saw someone who had made the mistake of wearing hip-hugger bell-bottom jeans and clogs. She probably didn’t realize it was a mistake until she stepped out of her clog. In her haste to put her clog back on, she trapped the bottom of her pants between her foot and her shoe, in such a way that the next step she took nearly yanked her pants down.
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