I’m Back

Some thoughts after a little road trip surrounded by lots of Christmas music on the radio:

First, I could listed to the hippopotamus song all day long. Really.

Second, if I ever again have to sit through the goddamned song about the kid who wants to buy his dying mama some new shoes “in case she meets Jesus tonight”, OR the monologue where Santa breaks down and cries upon finding himself in some soldier’s depressing, dingy apartment, I will probably end up ripping my ears from my head while simultaneously vomiting all over everything in sight. Which probably won’t be pleasant for me nor for anyone else in the vicinity.

That said, this one’s still the best.

More about the actual road trip soon, but the picture above is where I had dinner Wednesday night. Any guesses where I was?

What Next?

For the first time in recent memory, I have no papers to write, no pile of reading to do, and not even any client deadlines looming.

What exactly was it that I used to do in this situation?

Must Be a Cheap Scale

You know those old jokes about someone being so fat that he’s likely to break the scale?

Guess what I just did.

I’d be really embarrassed if I weren’t actually about twenty pounds lighter than I was when I bought this scale.

Randomly Wednesday

After tomorrow, my life becomes less stressful for five or six weeks. Until then, though, I’ll stick with the short attention span stuff:

So it’s an A in at least one of my two classes this semester. If you’re interested in reading any of my terribly exciting papers, let me know and I’ll hook you up.
Lately, I’ve been learning a lot more about the bowels of Mac OSX than I ever really wanted. I’m not sure why I’m having so many problems with odd file corruption issues. Tonight, it was an iCal calendar file (or three). Last week it was my email database. There was, fortunately, no data loss in either instance. I’m wondering of the problem is that so many Mac core applications are database-driven now. Or maybe that my hard drive really is dying.
All in all, though, it’s probably still easier to fix things like this on a Mac than on a Windows machine, which would probably require reinstalling every operating system since Windows 3.1.1, in sequence, and then hand-typing some DLL file before rebooting three times while chanting “There’s no place like Redmond.” And then doing it again.
All these really old Tonight Show episodes running during the writers’ strike are making me (a) feel old and (b) realize I didn’t watch much late night TV in 1993 and 1994. Which isn’t a surprise, actually.
Via digitizationblog: wow, who knew there was a PDF blog?
You know you’re really married when you have start having trouble sleeping because someone isn’t in bed with you rather than because someone is.