Life in Points
- Bobby had his first class Tuesday night--second-level General Chemistry--and so thy madness hath officially begun. Thy madness, for those who do not know, is our return to education. More specifically, biology education. Meanwhile, I am reviewing my own general chemistry because a look the other day at graduate programs in marine science showed that most recommend or require a full year of organic. Dangnabit.
- For those amused by our fishy foibles, I came home the other day to find Mack the Knife back up inside the filter outlet. But by the time I checked again at evening time, Mack was back in his cave, and that's where he's stayed since. Silly fish. I guess he needs a home and a vacation home.
I will be posting fishy pictures, but I have to change the batteries in my camera. At first, I thought Mack was curious-looking but mostly ugly but now I think he's so dumb-looking that he's actually cute. Hmmm.
- To the IT geniuses at the Maryland Department of Public Safety and Correctional Services: Okay, I kinda sorta understand your rationale behind locking our computers after twenty minutes of non-use. The key words being "kinda sorta." I understand that it can pose a security threat when employees walk away from their desks without logging out, yadda yadda. Not really an issue around here at the good old DPP WAU, since we have exactly two people in our office, but whatever. However, when said automatic lockout also automatically freezes CJIS for me, that pisses me off. Because it seems rather contrary to the notion of "security" to lock the computers and then also lock the freaking program that we use to run information on offenders. And I feel rather silly constantly telling the warrant officers that I can't run a tag or a name for them because bloody CJIS is frozen. Just like the government to implement a solution where none is needed that only ends up causing more problems. *sigh*
- Okay, I know that I live in Fantasyland much of the time, but I really wasn't aware that cell phones had become such a fashion statement. Everywhere I look, people are strutting around with those idiotic earpieces sticking out of their pinnae. And most of those people have a special walk that lets you know just how important they are to need a telephone implanted in their ear 24/7. (I guess this replaces last year's trend of the belt laden with at least one cell phone, a Blackberry, and a pager to the point of making one's trousers droop on one side.)
Can I be officially sick of cell phones already? At Ocean City--a town essentially centered on vacation and tourism--I spied more eejits walking down the Boardwalk with these gadgets wagging in their ears, and there was one charming group of five young gentleman meandering down the Boards, three of whom were gabbing into cell phones. Can we give it a break, people? I get it: You're important. Far more important than me; my cell phone is usually either dead or on vibrate and stuffed in the bottom of my purse. I dislike telephones in general (as anyone who has ever tried to talk to me on the phone will attest) and particularly telephones that follow me about like a rat behind the Pied Piper.
Well. I have decided that I can be important too. No, I may not be a corporate tool or beautiful and powerful enough to necessitate that the world be able to reach me on the Boardwalk or in the car or in the frikkin' toilet, but heck, I'm a writer and a student, and I think that makes me pretty important too. So I will henceforth go about with a pen stuck up my nose. In that way, I'm handy whenever the muses need me and I send the clear message to the world that, yes, I am important too. Important enought to require a bodily implant to announce my importance to the whole damned world.
- Bobby found a new hockey team Tuesday night. He has been invited to play on his friends' Hockey North America B-league team called the Bulldogs at the Columbia ice rink. So no more Your Team Name Here, and may I say thank flippin' Eru. No more driving an hour each way to Ice World, no more losing every single game, no more league with exactly three teams.... (The HNA league he's playing in has nine teams. *shock and awe*) The best bit about playing at Ice World was that from writing there last year during NaNoWriMo, the smell of the place tended to make the muses very productive. Gotta love classical conditioning.
- Meryth and Talban are officially on their way north to try to achieve status as Canadian citizens. In other words, I finished and sent the models up to Jenni on Tuesday. I will post pictures after she tells me that she got them. I think that they turned out pretty well. It was my first stab at painting non-metallic metallics (i.e. painting metal items without shiny paint but using blending techniques to make them look shiny), and I was fairly pleased with the result...for a first try, anyway.
- I am considering working on essays on the purpose and meaning of the Silmarils in Tolkien's work, Feanor as a hero in The Silmarillion and how Tolkien's portayal of him compares to common "fanon" notions, and the portrayal of female characters in The Silmarillion and how fanon and fan fiction show them in comparision. I think I might be insane.
- Why, oh why, does the office phone always ring when I am here alone and in the bathroom? Always. I drink a lot of water and like to get up to stretch, so I will go to the bathroom about three times per day. (TMI, I know.) If I am here by myself for a whole day, the phone will ring at least once while I'm in the bathroom. Is it some kind of conspiracy? Did I miss a memo that we're being punished to pee? (And this is taking into consideration that on the average day when my boss is not here the phone will ring, oh, a half-dozen times.) And for one, at least, I will be in the bathroom. Argh.
Maybe I need one of those earpiece cellphones....