Tuesday, April 15, 2008
The Old Switcheroo
I've had a problem with this laptop in that when the task-switch bar comes up, it times out quickly -- just disappears, even when I've still got the ALT-TAB keys pressed. Not the biggest problem around, but irritating. I did a little searching, and did not find any answers, but I did find that a couple of people, including Microsoft, have built inproved ALT-TAB functions. I installed the MS one, and I like it -- in addition to not having that problem, I now get a small image of the page when I'm scanning through what I have open. Not bad.
The source can be found here.
The source can be found here.
Monday, April 14, 2008
Disconnected
Some disconnected observations:
There ought to be wireless access along major highways, accessible from moving vehicles. And, I bet there is software that automatically seeks out unlocked networks. I don't know how to find it, though, nor do I know if doing so makes you vulnerable to virii and such.
Seeing people whom you've known all your life having grandchildren makes you feel old. The grandchildren themselves can make you feel young, but their grandparents have the opposite effect.
Getting old and feeble really sucks. (Not me -- my mother. ) I honestly don't know, if I had to choose between that and death, which I'd choose. I imagine as I get older, I may feel differently.
If its possible (okay, feasible), I want to have our next van-type vehicle modded to include high-intensity gooseneck lighting for the passengers. I don't know how to get that done, either.
It'd be nice to have a good restaurant in this area. I was startled by how much I liked that little one where we had Italian food. Golly.
Fuel prices are scary. I know its going to get worse. I don't see anyone doing anything to help people without the resources to handle it. I wonder if its going to lead to the effective death of airlines. I would bet serious money it does NOT lead to electric cars, improved mass transit, including inter-city rail, and the like.
We just took a 1.1 mile walk and I hardly used the cane at all. Amazing what being distracted by a pretty woman can do for you.
Saw an article about how insurers are now charging co-pays that are proportionate to the cost of the drug, not a flat rate. That makes economic sense to me, because people tend to view insurance as a pool of money from which they can draw as if its their own, but it sucks from a human sense. Fortunately, most practicing economists and more insurers aren't human. At the corporate level, in the insurers' case.
Hillary is getting pretty irritating. I don't say that because I'm an Obama supporter, but because it's true. Her 'guns are great and so is religion' spiel sickens me. I know, this is the big leagues, if you can't take the heat get out of the kitchen, Obama's a big boy and can take care of himself; if not, he ought not to be in the running for the job. It still sickens me. It helps that the general take seems to be that its the politicians who are spitting at each other, but still -- grow up, you people! And knock off the pious crap, H!
Sometimes, when I contemplate taking a long drive, I wonder what it would cost to hire someone to do all the driving. I'd bet its pretty damned expensive. I'd also bet that its worthwhile. Rent one of those twenty-passenger buses with built in TVs and the like. Not that this drive to Nyawk and back was all that bad -- it was actually pretty painless. But still....
K, thats it for now.
There ought to be wireless access along major highways, accessible from moving vehicles. And, I bet there is software that automatically seeks out unlocked networks. I don't know how to find it, though, nor do I know if doing so makes you vulnerable to virii and such.
Seeing people whom you've known all your life having grandchildren makes you feel old. The grandchildren themselves can make you feel young, but their grandparents have the opposite effect.
Getting old and feeble really sucks. (Not me -- my mother. ) I honestly don't know, if I had to choose between that and death, which I'd choose. I imagine as I get older, I may feel differently.
If its possible (okay, feasible), I want to have our next van-type vehicle modded to include high-intensity gooseneck lighting for the passengers. I don't know how to get that done, either.
It'd be nice to have a good restaurant in this area. I was startled by how much I liked that little one where we had Italian food. Golly.
Fuel prices are scary. I know its going to get worse. I don't see anyone doing anything to help people without the resources to handle it. I wonder if its going to lead to the effective death of airlines. I would bet serious money it does NOT lead to electric cars, improved mass transit, including inter-city rail, and the like.
We just took a 1.1 mile walk and I hardly used the cane at all. Amazing what being distracted by a pretty woman can do for you.
Saw an article about how insurers are now charging co-pays that are proportionate to the cost of the drug, not a flat rate. That makes economic sense to me, because people tend to view insurance as a pool of money from which they can draw as if its their own, but it sucks from a human sense. Fortunately, most practicing economists and more insurers aren't human. At the corporate level, in the insurers' case.
Hillary is getting pretty irritating. I don't say that because I'm an Obama supporter, but because it's true. Her 'guns are great and so is religion' spiel sickens me. I know, this is the big leagues, if you can't take the heat get out of the kitchen, Obama's a big boy and can take care of himself; if not, he ought not to be in the running for the job. It still sickens me. It helps that the general take seems to be that its the politicians who are spitting at each other, but still -- grow up, you people! And knock off the pious crap, H!
Sometimes, when I contemplate taking a long drive, I wonder what it would cost to hire someone to do all the driving. I'd bet its pretty damned expensive. I'd also bet that its worthwhile. Rent one of those twenty-passenger buses with built in TVs and the like. Not that this drive to Nyawk and back was all that bad -- it was actually pretty painless. But still....
K, thats it for now.
report
" A stupid man's report of what a clever man says can never be accurate, because he unconsciously translates what he hears into something he can understand. "
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Bitter?
I am a relatively bright guy, but that doesn't mean I like to think about things that make me uncomfortable. Nude lesbian mud-wrestling, sure; the ethics of eating the last piece of chocolate cake, if you want; whether people in my home state exhibit insular and bigoted reactions to economic pressures -- where's that TV remote?
I think that what Obama said is probably true. I have to say probably, because although I live here, I'm as isolated from the people he's talking about as he is, himself. I don't know anyone who's bitter. (I was, when IBM said buh-bye, Billy, but I got over it.) I can easily assume that people are, and given that there are some relatively poor places around here -- check out Steelton, which used to be the local home of Bethlehem Steel, just for starters -- I'm willing to believe there are people who're pretty pissed off with life, generally. I just don't know them. Perhaps more accurately, I don't knowingly know them. I may meet them every day, but we don't discuss finances, job expectations, or any of that. We're doing good to discuss the weather, traffic, and -- well, thats about it.
So is he right? Laying aside how politically dumb it was to deliver this statement (and I admit: if it'd been Clinton who said it, I'd be tickled pink), is he right about people being ticked off, and retreating into the things that give them solace? Certainly, they have reason to be ticked; things are not particularly good in the state. Clinton says that far from being a refuge against reality, she finds religion and hunting to be a vigor-inducing combination. I happen to think even though she's clearly saying it for political gain, she's right -- people around here do get meaning for their lives from religion, from hunting, all of that. I also think that whether you normally buy into those activities or not, when you're up against it, you retreat to core values. You look for the things that can give you solace, and maybe you mutter darkly about the outsiders that have ruined your life. It's not just poor people who do this. Wealthy white people do, too - they just do it in their oak-paneled libraries rather than the corner taproom. Does everybody do it? Maybe. Probably.
It does bug me, that he said it so glibly. The damned thing is, I don't even know if it irritates me a) because it was a political present to the other side, or b) because he's right, or c) because he's wrong. It just irritates me. I guess I don't like being summed up and wrapped up.
This doesn't change my support for him, but it makes me -- respect? Venerate? Appreciate. Yeah. It makes me appreciate him just a little less. It makes him a little bit more of a capital-P politician. And that, I don't like.
I think that what Obama said is probably true. I have to say probably, because although I live here, I'm as isolated from the people he's talking about as he is, himself. I don't know anyone who's bitter. (I was, when IBM said buh-bye, Billy, but I got over it.) I can easily assume that people are, and given that there are some relatively poor places around here -- check out Steelton, which used to be the local home of Bethlehem Steel, just for starters -- I'm willing to believe there are people who're pretty pissed off with life, generally. I just don't know them. Perhaps more accurately, I don't knowingly know them. I may meet them every day, but we don't discuss finances, job expectations, or any of that. We're doing good to discuss the weather, traffic, and -- well, thats about it.
So is he right? Laying aside how politically dumb it was to deliver this statement (and I admit: if it'd been Clinton who said it, I'd be tickled pink), is he right about people being ticked off, and retreating into the things that give them solace? Certainly, they have reason to be ticked; things are not particularly good in the state. Clinton says that far from being a refuge against reality, she finds religion and hunting to be a vigor-inducing combination. I happen to think even though she's clearly saying it for political gain, she's right -- people around here do get meaning for their lives from religion, from hunting, all of that. I also think that whether you normally buy into those activities or not, when you're up against it, you retreat to core values. You look for the things that can give you solace, and maybe you mutter darkly about the outsiders that have ruined your life. It's not just poor people who do this. Wealthy white people do, too - they just do it in their oak-paneled libraries rather than the corner taproom. Does everybody do it? Maybe. Probably.
It does bug me, that he said it so glibly. The damned thing is, I don't even know if it irritates me a) because it was a political present to the other side, or b) because he's right, or c) because he's wrong. It just irritates me. I guess I don't like being summed up and wrapped up.
This doesn't change my support for him, but it makes me -- respect? Venerate? Appreciate. Yeah. It makes me appreciate him just a little less. It makes him a little bit more of a capital-P politician. And that, I don't like.
Yes No Yes
Last night, we talked some more about whether to mod the existing house or build a new one. (Funny, I never think about buying an existing one. I guess I should.)
I admitted that if I knew of someone who had done what we contemplate doing -- adding a structure to the house, incorporating an elevator -- and it had come out well, I'd be envious, yet I can't be confident that we could pull it off. We tossed around some numbers regarding how much we'd be willing to spend to construct and furnish such a structure. My wife told me that at some point, relatively high, but not atmospheric, in the range of plausible prices, she'd not want to proceed, but would prefer a new house. That surprised me, as although I knew she had an upper limit (so do I), she'd never quantified it (neither had I). That helps planning.
So we doodled some thoughts, talked. She asked if I liked her sister's house, up in Connectidots, and I said that I did, pretty much -- but that I did not regard it as a small house, as its got a huge living room, a spacious kitchen area (its an open floor plan), and such. I wouldn't be surprised if the total floor space was equal to ours, if not more. We talked a little about a house that a friend of ours had built; it's the classic little jewel of a house, emphasis on both jewel and little. We don't need exquisite. We talked about a condo her sister had lived in for a while, and were surprised to find that she really liked it, and I really didn't. We talked about why.
This talking is good stuff.
It really feels -- for the nonce, anyway -- like we want to build, not mod. Which is not to say we won't explore more about modding this house, but its no longer the yeah, thats what we're going to do that it was a week ago.
I admitted that if I knew of someone who had done what we contemplate doing -- adding a structure to the house, incorporating an elevator -- and it had come out well, I'd be envious, yet I can't be confident that we could pull it off. We tossed around some numbers regarding how much we'd be willing to spend to construct and furnish such a structure. My wife told me that at some point, relatively high, but not atmospheric, in the range of plausible prices, she'd not want to proceed, but would prefer a new house. That surprised me, as although I knew she had an upper limit (so do I), she'd never quantified it (neither had I). That helps planning.
So we doodled some thoughts, talked. She asked if I liked her sister's house, up in Connectidots, and I said that I did, pretty much -- but that I did not regard it as a small house, as its got a huge living room, a spacious kitchen area (its an open floor plan), and such. I wouldn't be surprised if the total floor space was equal to ours, if not more. We talked a little about a house that a friend of ours had built; it's the classic little jewel of a house, emphasis on both jewel and little. We don't need exquisite. We talked about a condo her sister had lived in for a while, and were surprised to find that she really liked it, and I really didn't. We talked about why.
This talking is good stuff.
It really feels -- for the nonce, anyway -- like we want to build, not mod. Which is not to say we won't explore more about modding this house, but its no longer the yeah, thats what we're going to do that it was a week ago.
Empire State Dreams
There are strange dreams, and then there are strange dreams. The ones that I had last night were the latter.
I don't remember most of them, which is probably fortunate. I recall that part of it had to do with either owning or being a customer of a coin shop; I was trying to do something with a hoard of cash and coins, and at one point I was trying to convince someone that the shop ought to be renamed to Folded and Clinked, which was very important to me, though I don't recall why. Later, I was in a shadowy room, busily engaged in a vigorous act of cunnilingus with a woman that I didn't even know; it didn't last long, but it was seriously intense for all its brevity. And I had a really good meal at a pleasant if very busy Italian restaurant.
Oh, wait, that part wasn't a dream.
One of the things that they didn't mention in the writeup of this place is that there is a community fire station right next door. Fortunately, the siren has only gone off once. Unfortunately, we were outside when it did. So loud, it vibrated the fillings in my teeth.
I don't remember most of them, which is probably fortunate. I recall that part of it had to do with either owning or being a customer of a coin shop; I was trying to do something with a hoard of cash and coins, and at one point I was trying to convince someone that the shop ought to be renamed to Folded and Clinked, which was very important to me, though I don't recall why. Later, I was in a shadowy room, busily engaged in a vigorous act of cunnilingus with a woman that I didn't even know; it didn't last long, but it was seriously intense for all its brevity. And I had a really good meal at a pleasant if very busy Italian restaurant.
Oh, wait, that part wasn't a dream.
One of the things that they didn't mention in the writeup of this place is that there is a community fire station right next door. Fortunately, the siren has only gone off once. Unfortunately, we were outside when it did. So loud, it vibrated the fillings in my teeth.
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Eating
I'm not a restaurant guy. It's extremely rare for me to like eating at a restaurant. Part of that is simply that I don't relish eating , as a rule; the concept of food as a ceremony, or a bonding opportunity -- the classic 'Italian family dinner', for example -- has passed me by. Its just food. I rarely have a meal where I leave it thinking 'Man, that was good', and when I do, its almost always something we've made ourselves.
Tonight was different. In fact, the restaurant we went to was so good, and the food so memorable, I remarked to my wife that I'd never move to a location just because of a local restaurant --- but for these people, I'd make an exception. Its an unassuming place -- the kind of place that you describe by saying 'it looks like a hole in the wall place' -- but they've got a phenomenal range of Italian foods. I had a small Pizza Margherita, with a thin crust, some basil on top, a tomato sauce, and I think I might have tasted some garlic, too. My wife had a gnochhi meal with a thick, chunky sauce. And for dessert, I had a light chocolate mousse cake, and she had something amazing -- a mango sorbet that was served in a mango skin -- remarkably fresh, remarkably tasty.
And all of this in Plainview, New York. Amazing.
Tonight was different. In fact, the restaurant we went to was so good, and the food so memorable, I remarked to my wife that I'd never move to a location just because of a local restaurant --- but for these people, I'd make an exception. Its an unassuming place -- the kind of place that you describe by saying 'it looks like a hole in the wall place' -- but they've got a phenomenal range of Italian foods. I had a small Pizza Margherita, with a thin crust, some basil on top, a tomato sauce, and I think I might have tasted some garlic, too. My wife had a gnochhi meal with a thick, chunky sauce. And for dessert, I had a light chocolate mousse cake, and she had something amazing -- a mango sorbet that was served in a mango skin -- remarkably fresh, remarkably tasty.
And all of this in Plainview, New York. Amazing.
Obama Update
This is a short writeup from one of the attendees at the Obama function where he made the comments about Pennsylvania. It can be regarded as biased, since it is written by a supporter, and is on a 'mybarackobama' site. However, I found it interesting.
Arrived
Okay, we're here, in the Plainview (I think) Residence Inn. Quite nice, actually, and it has free internet access. They say it's wired in the rooms, wireless downstairs (we're on the third floor), but I fired up the laptop, gave it a shot, and after telling it to accept the local network (and any virii therein), it hooked up. How about that. Technology can be cool.
We got here in just under five hours, which is about two hours short of our estimate -- mostly because we didn't detour for lunch, rather going through a McD's, and also because traffic was relatively light. This was good. My wife ended up getting stuck with the lion's share of the driving -- about three hours plus -- but she said she didn't mind. I figure, I owe her. I asked if we could get together with my cousin (who lives about half an hour from here), but she didn't want to, so - we won't, no problem. I have magazines and a book to read; chocolate chip cookies; life is good. I imagine tomorrow will be on the boring side, but what the heck, we'll handle that as it comes. The wedding is fairly late in the day; maybe we'll drive around.
New York drivers are, by and large, not too bad, though a couple are more aggressive than I remember. And we actually got to see one family do the classic 'put the coffee cup on the top of the car, get in, start to pull out' trick. My wife alerted them while I'm just looking, thinking 'Surely they know, right? Surely they'll remember....' Which is yet more proof of what a nice person my wife is.
We got here in just under five hours, which is about two hours short of our estimate -- mostly because we didn't detour for lunch, rather going through a McD's, and also because traffic was relatively light. This was good. My wife ended up getting stuck with the lion's share of the driving -- about three hours plus -- but she said she didn't mind. I figure, I owe her. I asked if we could get together with my cousin (who lives about half an hour from here), but she didn't want to, so - we won't, no problem. I have magazines and a book to read; chocolate chip cookies; life is good. I imagine tomorrow will be on the boring side, but what the heck, we'll handle that as it comes. The wedding is fairly late in the day; maybe we'll drive around.
New York drivers are, by and large, not too bad, though a couple are more aggressive than I remember. And we actually got to see one family do the classic 'put the coffee cup on the top of the car, get in, start to pull out' trick. My wife alerted them while I'm just looking, thinking 'Surely they know, right? Surely they'll remember....' Which is yet more proof of what a nice person my wife is.
Packer
Its a damp, foggy day, the birds are chiping like crazy -- they seem to like this kind of weather -- and every so often I hear the damnedest call, kind of like a vibrating chatter. Its not the woodpecker, who every so often comes over to the ohouse to see if there's anything edible here. Whup, a whole flock just lifted off from the farmer's field. When all those wings get going at once, its like standing next to a hot air balloon when the burner lights -- WHOOSH!
My daughter looked at all of the food we have, most of which we got for her, and asked why we got it. I'm half tempted to leave some of it home, but I know I'd Pay the Price when we were halfway there and she decided that she was hungry. Four books, two magazines, and cheez doodles. Hmmm.....I think I see a problem.
Time to make breakfast. Waffles, anyone?
My daughter looked at all of the food we have, most of which we got for her, and asked why we got it. I'm half tempted to leave some of it home, but I know I'd Pay the Price when we were halfway there and she decided that she was hungry. Four books, two magazines, and cheez doodles. Hmmm.....I think I see a problem.
Time to make breakfast. Waffles, anyone?
Friday, April 11, 2008
Truth
Sometimes, telling the truth may not be the best idea... Its a little disconcerting to realize this.
"You go into these small towns in Pennsylvania and, like a lot of small towns in the Midwest, the jobs have been gone now for 25 years and nothing's replaced them," Obama told supporters at a San Francisco fundraiser Sunday, according to a transcript posted on the Huffington Post blog.
"It's not surprising then they get bitter, they cling to guns or religion or antipathy to people who aren't like them or anti-immigrant sentiment or anti-trade sentiment as a way to explain their frustrations," he added.
"You go into these small towns in Pennsylvania and, like a lot of small towns in the Midwest, the jobs have been gone now for 25 years and nothing's replaced them," Obama told supporters at a San Francisco fundraiser Sunday, according to a transcript posted on the Huffington Post blog.
"It's not surprising then they get bitter, they cling to guns or religion or antipathy to people who aren't like them or anti-immigrant sentiment or anti-trade sentiment as a way to explain their frustrations," he added.
Dim Bulb
This may come as a surprise, but there are times when I am not the brightest guy in the room.
Usually, in my house, I am, simply because I'm usually the only guy in the room. But not always. For example: two or three years ago, I had an eye exam by an opthamologist. For the first time since I'd been having them, he said -- quite casually, on his way out the door -- that he was seeing some deterioration inside one of my eyes. Well, I freaked right out -- quietly, but I did. Am I going to go blind, I wondered. So, I did the only logical thing: I ignored it. I didn't have an exam with him or any other opthamologist since then. About a month ago, I was seeing the general practice nurse, and she remarked that it had been a while, and I really ought to have my eyes checked. Ah, crap. So I did a web search for Premier Eye, which is the place I'd gone to, and inadvertantly came to the web site of Premiere Eye, which is out in Iowa or someplace. And I read on their site that the most common problem people like me have is that you start to get bleeding inside the eye -- and this can be addressed by a fairly quick laser technique. I told my wife, and she said yeah, she knew that. Geez -- I didn't know! So now I have an appointment to see one of the local people -- same practice, different doc, because I don't like doorway diagnoses -- and we'll see what happens. Maybe I won't go blind, hmmm?
We were talking about the trip, and said that we wanted to bring this laptop. I had bought an iGo power adapter for the other laptop, and I wanted to see if it would work with this one. Well - maybe. After much futzing around, we found a 'tip' that plugs into the power socket on this laptop, and the cord, of course, plugs into the power brick -- but when I started the PC, it said that there was an 'unknown' power adapter, and I notice that the charged amount isn't changing, up or down. If I pull the adapter, it says '37%' -- and with the regular adapter, it'll say that even if the cord is plugged in. This one, it just says 'AC Power'. So I have this odd feeling that it isn't really charging. I just hope I'm not slowly killing the power system.
We've started Loading Up The Van. Oh, my goodness, we're gonna give the shocks a workout for sure!
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Update:
Bad news: the 'power tip' for the iGo was the wrong kind. It was supplying AC power, but it was not charging the battery, and might have been damaging it.
Good news: when we got this laptop, we ordered the car power adapter (which I'd forgotten about), and it works just fine. Yes!
Usually, in my house, I am, simply because I'm usually the only guy in the room. But not always. For example: two or three years ago, I had an eye exam by an opthamologist. For the first time since I'd been having them, he said -- quite casually, on his way out the door -- that he was seeing some deterioration inside one of my eyes. Well, I freaked right out -- quietly, but I did. Am I going to go blind, I wondered. So, I did the only logical thing: I ignored it. I didn't have an exam with him or any other opthamologist since then. About a month ago, I was seeing the general practice nurse, and she remarked that it had been a while, and I really ought to have my eyes checked. Ah, crap. So I did a web search for Premier Eye, which is the place I'd gone to, and inadvertantly came to the web site of Premiere Eye, which is out in Iowa or someplace. And I read on their site that the most common problem people like me have is that you start to get bleeding inside the eye -- and this can be addressed by a fairly quick laser technique. I told my wife, and she said yeah, she knew that. Geez -- I didn't know! So now I have an appointment to see one of the local people -- same practice, different doc, because I don't like doorway diagnoses -- and we'll see what happens. Maybe I won't go blind, hmmm?
We were talking about the trip, and said that we wanted to bring this laptop. I had bought an iGo power adapter for the other laptop, and I wanted to see if it would work with this one. Well - maybe. After much futzing around, we found a 'tip' that plugs into the power socket on this laptop, and the cord, of course, plugs into the power brick -- but when I started the PC, it said that there was an 'unknown' power adapter, and I notice that the charged amount isn't changing, up or down. If I pull the adapter, it says '37%' -- and with the regular adapter, it'll say that even if the cord is plugged in. This one, it just says 'AC Power'. So I have this odd feeling that it isn't really charging. I just hope I'm not slowly killing the power system.
We've started Loading Up The Van. Oh, my goodness, we're gonna give the shocks a workout for sure!
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Update:
Bad news: the 'power tip' for the iGo was the wrong kind. It was supplying AC power, but it was not charging the battery, and might have been damaging it.
Good news: when we got this laptop, we ordered the car power adapter (which I'd forgotten about), and it works just fine. Yes!
Scraping
On occasion, my daughter will come home from school about ten minutes after I've finished baking some cookies. Invariably, she will look around for the mixing bowl and the beater, and if perchance they are in the dishwasher, she will react with aggrieved dismay. You put it in there without TELLING me? So, since I just finished the chocolate chip cookies (38 of them; about 30 of the oatmeals), I called her up and said ' If you want the batter that's left, you can have it...but there really isn't very much.' And there wasn't. As much as I like eating the batter, too, I made it for a reason, and the reason wasn't so I could take gobs of it and eat it. She immediately went over to the bowl, peered in, and said 'Boy, when you say there isn't much left, you aren't kidding....' She then grabbed the bowl and beater, commenting 'So I'd better take a couple of these', grabbing two from the cooling rack. Makes sense. After all, she wants the batter, and what is a cookie but cooked batter?
Afterward
The walk went well, and the first batch of oatmeal nifties is coming out of the oven in three minutes. No guarantees on how many actually make it to the wedding. Heck, no guarantee on how many make it out of the house.
Walking
I was so irritated this morning to find that I had lost two pounds since yesterday morning, for no apparent reason, I went ahead and a) had waffles for breakfast, b) ate lunch with my wife at Burger King, and c) just had a fudgesicle.
Now, in the throes of you did WHAT?, I'm thinking: maybe I'll take a little walk. My track record for that, last couple of days, has been poor. In fact, my wife walked with me last night, and though she did it because she likes to be with me (but in all other respects, she's either normal or extraordinary), she told me this morning that she also did it because I looked so worn out. No idea why, but she must have been right, as I stopped four times on the walk -- which, as it turns out, since I just measured it, was only about nine tenths of a mile. Very odd -- two days before, I'd gone about a mile and a half, no problem. But last night, not so great. In fact, on the last fifth, I asked her to go get the van. Zounds.
However - having gorged myself today, I'm thinking: This would be a good time for a walk.
See ya!
Now, in the throes of you did WHAT?, I'm thinking: maybe I'll take a little walk. My track record for that, last couple of days, has been poor. In fact, my wife walked with me last night, and though she did it because she likes to be with me (but in all other respects, she's either normal or extraordinary), she told me this morning that she also did it because I looked so worn out. No idea why, but she must have been right, as I stopped four times on the walk -- which, as it turns out, since I just measured it, was only about nine tenths of a mile. Very odd -- two days before, I'd gone about a mile and a half, no problem. But last night, not so great. In fact, on the last fifth, I asked her to go get the van. Zounds.
However - having gorged myself today, I'm thinking: This would be a good time for a walk.
See ya!
Thursday, April 10, 2008
P&M
Much as I hate to piss and moan: I am really tired of walking with a limp. I know, I know. I'm just tired of it. Makes me feel old and decrepit.
Joke
I saw a joke on the web today. Tried to copy the image, but it didn't come out too well. Here's the text.
Man, today was really bad. I rear-ended a car, and then things went downhill. The driver popped out, and he's a dwarf! He stomps over and he looks up at me and he says "I am NOT happy!" I couldn't help it. I said "Orly? Which one ARE you?" Which is when the fight started....
Man, today was really bad. I rear-ended a car, and then things went downhill. The driver popped out, and he's a dwarf! He stomps over and he looks up at me and he says "I am NOT happy!" I couldn't help it. I said "Orly? Which one ARE you?" Which is when the fight started....
Making Baking
So here's the plan. This weekend, we're driving up to Nyawk, about six hours if we're lucky. We'll try to get together with my cousin on Saturday night for something lightweight, like pizza. On Sunday (while I grump and grouse about not having the Washington Post), we'll go to the wedding. My daughter has already announced that she doesn't really want to go to that, but I'm thinking that once she's actually inside, she'll want to hang out for a while. And then on Monday, we make the trek back.
Tomorrow we start loading the vehicle. There are things we absolutely must bring, such as: books (there are three or four, just for me, and my daughter has been known to literally bring a duffel bag full of books), and the laptop (there are Netflix movies on it, plus, if there's WIFI in the hotel, my daughter can use it to surf). We have to take one of the seats out of the car, so that we can put the wheelchair in (my mother doesn't strictly speaking need the wheelchair, but it'll make transport easier). Of course, we'll need her walker. Oh, and the little portable TV, with which to watch the Netflixxers that we just ordered for my daughter (though, if she had to, she could watch them on the laptop's DVD player). And maybe the MP3 player that my daugthter really wanted, got, and to my knowledge has never actually used. And then the tonnage that we normally do a road trip with, including a whole mess of food and drinks.
Thats where I start thinking about baking. Because, I've got to say, those oatmeal cookies? They were awesome. They were really, really good. And I can eat them without needing to have the dental appliance in, which means I'm not putting pressure on the upper jaw. I have no feeling for whether I can chew with this appliance thing. I'm sure, the longer I go, the more okay it will be, but its just been a month, so I'm a little apprehensive. I was supposed to meet with the dentist today, but things happened...as they tend to do, at that place. Anyway -- I'm thinking that soft oatmeal cookies would be a totally excellent thing to bring along. And if I happened to make some chocolate chippers, that would be good, too, n'est ce pas? Mais you betcha.
So thats the plan. Incidentally, I likely won't be posting this weekend. Maybe, but I doubt it.
Tomorrow we start loading the vehicle. There are things we absolutely must bring, such as: books (there are three or four, just for me, and my daughter has been known to literally bring a duffel bag full of books), and the laptop (there are Netflix movies on it, plus, if there's WIFI in the hotel, my daughter can use it to surf). We have to take one of the seats out of the car, so that we can put the wheelchair in (my mother doesn't strictly speaking need the wheelchair, but it'll make transport easier). Of course, we'll need her walker. Oh, and the little portable TV, with which to watch the Netflixxers that we just ordered for my daughter (though, if she had to, she could watch them on the laptop's DVD player). And maybe the MP3 player that my daugthter really wanted, got, and to my knowledge has never actually used. And then the tonnage that we normally do a road trip with, including a whole mess of food and drinks.
Thats where I start thinking about baking. Because, I've got to say, those oatmeal cookies? They were awesome. They were really, really good. And I can eat them without needing to have the dental appliance in, which means I'm not putting pressure on the upper jaw. I have no feeling for whether I can chew with this appliance thing. I'm sure, the longer I go, the more okay it will be, but its just been a month, so I'm a little apprehensive. I was supposed to meet with the dentist today, but things happened...as they tend to do, at that place. Anyway -- I'm thinking that soft oatmeal cookies would be a totally excellent thing to bring along. And if I happened to make some chocolate chippers, that would be good, too, n'est ce pas? Mais you betcha.
So thats the plan. Incidentally, I likely won't be posting this weekend. Maybe, but I doubt it.
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