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Showing posts with label humor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label humor. Show all posts
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Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Another day's energy uselessly spent...Requiem (I hope)
Funny. I miss talking to my "friend", but not enough to risk communications with her. I feel guilty that I had to chase her out; and yet... it wasn't even remotely possible to continue having her as a guest... wtf? Why should I feel anything but relief? At least now the nightmares will fade... (my brain plays a lot of "what-if" daydream sequences when I'm dropping off, and just before I wake up)... and these were unpleasant.
But, I need to find my *focus* so that I can do the coursework. Otherwise, the effect will be greatly magnified by killing a semester to the tune of ... thanks Calif ... say $3000. or so? (I have to check, kinda lost track in all the flurry of disasters)...
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Another day's energy uselessly spent...Part Quince...
You've got to be kidding.
After all the drama, the police, the Social Workers (Adult Protective Services); my erstwhile "friend" has now found herself stuck at the Santa Barbara Train station with all her baggage and the poor suffering animals; who deserve better. And... calling me at almost 11 at night; like I'm a 24hour charity or something. I'd call the SPCA or the ASPCA to at least help her out... but that's a pretty big leap. I'd call APS, and have them sort this mess, but they went home right after shipping her off on the train. (It took two cops, one social worker, and about 3 hours)...
What did she think was going to happen?
So, I called the local PD, and asked them to look in on her, and see if they can get her to shelter; her and her pets. I'm sure she'll blow at me again, but so be it. At least, she won't be dead, and the animals might actually get cared for (something she thinks she's doing)... And if she doesn't let me study (which means leaving me alone and not calling) I just might get her committed myself.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Another day's energy uselessly spent...Part Quatro
My latin is rusty, but my heart is pure... (armor's rusty too)
Yea right. I'm too old for this crap. I lost another ENTIRE study day. I have no me left.
Once again, I'm out $$$ I don't have; and don't appreciate having to absorb. It was much easier in the 60's, "grass, gas, or ass...". And I'm only half-way kidding. Exit stage (what) right/left/upside down? most current person-I'm-trying-to-help. Cops in supervision. (I feel sorry for them, crappy deal all around). I'm just not equipped for this; and am hanging up my damm armor. Period. The next one better have a checkbook that contains cash(e) money; or at least the ability to buy his/her own groceries.
But, "he said: You can save only one..." I asked "why". The reply: "Because any more and you drown, too."
But why can it be only one...
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Pithy by Robin Williams
There are times when I can just appreciate what the bright lights have done...
and share it with you. (Robin Williams on Obama as President, November).
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Engineer's guide to cats (appros)
In email, as we get such things... a friend sends me a link.
An Engineer's Guide to Cats
As such things go... it's very appropriate.
I hope you enjoy these guy's work...
-e
An Engineer's Guide to Cats
As such things go... it's very appropriate.
I hope you enjoy these guy's work...
-e
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Snort... (coffee spraying out nose)... it continues...
I'm counting down the days...
I've told said squatter room-mate to move out by the end of the week (notice that she hasn't?); and am actively encouraging her to get her apartment in Pasadena... god help Pasadena.
I found out (a couple days ago?) that the main reason that her boyfriend was upset (about the herpes...) was because it *might* affect his chances at a sex-change.
Only in California.
...
I might add, that one of the topics of this weeks conversation; was whether or not they would get married BEFORE the operation, since same-sex marriages aren't recognized here... (or at least that's my understanding).
So... let me get this straight: "You're going to get married so that he can get a sex-change and you can live together as a lesbian couple?"
...
you've STILLgotta be kidding.
I've told said squatter room-mate to move out by the end of the week (notice that she hasn't?); and am actively encouraging her to get her apartment in Pasadena... god help Pasadena.
I found out (a couple days ago?) that the main reason that her boyfriend was upset (about the herpes...) was because it *might* affect his chances at a sex-change.
Only in California.
...
I might add, that one of the topics of this weeks conversation; was whether or not they would get married BEFORE the operation, since same-sex marriages aren't recognized here... (or at least that's my understanding).
So... let me get this straight: "You're going to get married so that he can get a sex-change and you can live together as a lesbian couple?"
...
you've STILLgotta be kidding.
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
Moral indignation
This just keeps on getting better.
Said unwanted room-mate, is all distraught because her boyfriend is MAD at her because she didn't tell him she had herpes II. Her justification; that if he wanted to know, he would have asked. (I'm wondering why they have unprotected sex, but then... that's just me).
After much discussion (most of it where I listen to her about how 1/4 of the US population is infected already and it's no big deal); I give up because she's not willing to concede that said boyfriend has a point.
I'm just glad I'm not in her dating pool.
Said unwanted room-mate, is all distraught because her boyfriend is MAD at her because she didn't tell him she had herpes II. Her justification; that if he wanted to know, he would have asked. (I'm wondering why they have unprotected sex, but then... that's just me).
After much discussion (most of it where I listen to her about how 1/4 of the US population is infected already and it's no big deal); I give up because she's not willing to concede that said boyfriend has a point.
I'm just glad I'm not in her dating pool.
Instant room-mate, just add water...
Sometimes, G*D has a funny sense of humor.
During the weekend that I was out of town and helped a friend move his dad's stuff; my part-time dataentry person moved into my (for rent) spare room.
This was accomplished despite my protests and against my preferences. I had already told her I didn't want her to move in, SEVERAL times; so she waited until I was out of town. (She had a key because I couldn't depend upon her to show up at the stated times to do data entry and filing).
So now I have this person camped out in my house who doesn't pay rent; does minimal work for me (it's just entering data and filing), and is obstensibly looking for a place to live in Pasadena. And... she's a shit-stirrer. (you can imagine the term). She doesn't mean to be, just manages to have the temperament for it.
Ok, I'm at least as nice as the next guy, but this is nuts.
And the winning strategy is to encourage her to move out, with the backup plan to call the cops?
You've got to be kidding.
During the weekend that I was out of town and helped a friend move his dad's stuff; my part-time dataentry person moved into my (for rent) spare room.
This was accomplished despite my protests and against my preferences. I had already told her I didn't want her to move in, SEVERAL times; so she waited until I was out of town. (She had a key because I couldn't depend upon her to show up at the stated times to do data entry and filing).
So now I have this person camped out in my house who doesn't pay rent; does minimal work for me (it's just entering data and filing), and is obstensibly looking for a place to live in Pasadena. And... she's a shit-stirrer. (you can imagine the term). She doesn't mean to be, just manages to have the temperament for it.
Ok, I'm at least as nice as the next guy, but this is nuts.
And the winning strategy is to encourage her to move out, with the backup plan to call the cops?
You've got to be kidding.
Friday, October 5, 2007
2007 Apr 01 - Proof positive that you are never at your best at 3 am.
You never are at your best at 3 am...
I was awakened by a drunk with 3 of his friends in the jacuzzi. You have to understand that my unit's bedroom window faces the pool, which is usually a bonus. HOWEVER... These folk were all drinking, talking loud/yelling at each other... which wouldn't be a problem except for the fact that they were doing it at 2... 3 am.
So, after about 1/2 hour of listening to this and realizing that no-way am I going to get back to sleep; I get dressed, go down and have a chat with the four... only one of whom lives in the complex.
The gals are topless/bottomless? and sitting on top of the guys (didn't even register); --- which I think means that they are having more fun than I am...
So I point out that public sex play and loud conversation were not appreciated by the community at this hour, and that they had awakened me... (I mean if you're going to do it... at least keep the yapping down)!
The two guys are quiet, the gals are belligerent and refusing to leave the premises (3 am remember!), and insulting. They're guests -- but acting like really really drunk. [update - I've since gotten to know one of them slightly in better circumstances, and she DOES have her good moments!] When I call LAPD, the more vocal female attached to the guy who lives here... stated that she'd file a sex complaint that I was harassing them... obviously not impressed by the courtesy of not asking the police to handle this in the first place. And (since I'm not calling 911 but local dispatch) I get queued into " 1 877 Ask-Lapd" Music-on-hold; and then the call gets dropped by my cellphone.
It isn't normally my intent to provoke my neighbors, but I think it's unacceptable that I should have to get out of bed because someone is being inconsiderate. It's not fun to get out of bed, get dressed, and go confront some unknown folk... that they are being rude. (Remember when you were a kid, and the teacher said "did you bring enough for everyone?)... the point being obvious? Takes me 2 hours to get unpissed enough to go back to sleep.
o o o
So, next day (some hours later); I have a chat with the resident homeowner; who's now sober... or nearly... and find out that he doesn't even know the other folk -- friends of his girlfriend? I suggest that next time they want to party, just to take everybody to the local strip bar... And... he tells me she's a pole dancer at the local candy Cat. I can only hope he had a *good* time...
There just ain't the words...
I was awakened by a drunk with 3 of his friends in the jacuzzi. You have to understand that my unit's bedroom window faces the pool, which is usually a bonus. HOWEVER... These folk were all drinking, talking loud/yelling at each other... which wouldn't be a problem except for the fact that they were doing it at 2... 3 am.
So, after about 1/2 hour of listening to this and realizing that no-way am I going to get back to sleep; I get dressed, go down and have a chat with the four... only one of whom lives in the complex.
The gals are topless/bottomless? and sitting on top of the guys (didn't even register); --- which I think means that they are having more fun than I am...
So I point out that public sex play and loud conversation were not appreciated by the community at this hour, and that they had awakened me... (I mean if you're going to do it... at least keep the yapping down)!
The two guys are quiet, the gals are belligerent and refusing to leave the premises (3 am remember!), and insulting. They're guests -- but acting like really really drunk. [update - I've since gotten to know one of them slightly in better circumstances, and she DOES have her good moments!] When I call LAPD, the more vocal female attached to the guy who lives here... stated that she'd file a sex complaint that I was harassing them... obviously not impressed by the courtesy of not asking the police to handle this in the first place. And (since I'm not calling 911 but local dispatch) I get queued into " 1 877 Ask-Lapd" Music-on-hold; and then the call gets dropped by my cellphone.
It isn't normally my intent to provoke my neighbors, but I think it's unacceptable that I should have to get out of bed because someone is being inconsiderate. It's not fun to get out of bed, get dressed, and go confront some unknown folk... that they are being rude. (Remember when you were a kid, and the teacher said "did you bring enough for everyone?)... the point being obvious? Takes me 2 hours to get unpissed enough to go back to sleep.
o o o
So, next day (some hours later); I have a chat with the resident homeowner; who's now sober... or nearly... and find out that he doesn't even know the other folk -- friends of his girlfriend? I suggest that next time they want to party, just to take everybody to the local strip bar... And... he tells me she's a pole dancer at the local candy Cat. I can only hope he had a *good* time...
There just ain't the words...
2007 Feb 19 - Presidents day... why I still NEED a sense of humor...
Damm outlook won't save my font prefs.
Typical day...
Wake up about 4 am (first time), clean the area next to the commode where the cats dumped litter (it's corn-meal based, which is much better than the clay...), but still! Raining like hell. Loud.
ok, back to bed. Really. 6 am rolls around, same deal; only this time Taffy (nearly 20 lbs of neutered white male feline) missed the box. (he usually faces in, but is longer than the box is, so when the box gets pushed against the wall, he miscalculates.
Up at 7. checking doctor's server, did backup happen? is reception3 computer ok after adding memory...? Check with the receptionist, first person in after bookkeeper; who is too shy to talk - she's in at 4 am I think... All is well... coffee in hand back up to wash up, shave and get dressed.
8 30 am-ish, get call from dataentry/bookkeeper ... who was up all night (again?) and will not be coming in until later. (still working on getting books for taxes; long story)...
so, off to this month's daily consulting gig, Chocolate bundt cake in hand, laptop and about three notebooks. Raining still; walk the "1/2 mile" from my car to the building, because parking gets full about 7 am. (production shift gets all the good close-up spaces). Nobody in OLS area; ok... it's a holiday ?
Drop off cake, get mug of syrup/coffee (blech) and read email, look at the bug I have to puzzle out. AHA - lunch. Ex comes into cube in tears; she broke her "bridge" and is self-concious about " appearance if she opens her mouth, plus the risk of swallowing her dentalwork. Amazing amount of tears; life's hitting her in the face a lot this week. Call the dentist .... set up a appointment; off for a quick sandwhich (what she was eating when the damm thing broke... again. did this last year, was temporary fix). I can feel for her; but my wallet can't...
3 pm, not going to make any more progress without the data from the customer; can't quite "see" the bug, but know where abouts it has to be... off to home. Call bookkeeper; she's on her way over.
next 4 hours are trying to get some third-party software dump the transactions from Quickbooks so that we can go back to a previous backup, re-"enter" the items, and get a balance that we believe... since this dataset is apparently hosed. Chat some, show her how to run the nice Excel macros (POS) that this package puports to be worth $70. Instructions somewhat fuzzy to a programmer non-accountant.
Somewhere in there answer email, query yet another possible consult site about some work... and then put that to bed for the evening.
8 pm - off to quick dinner at another friend's house, try to get his network computers to talk to each other after move... overdose on red pepper on salad (dumb), and have flaming indian food to boot. (I think it was the pepper that did it).
850 pm, bail and scramble home... feed cats and sit down for 24, giving up for the evening.
1030pm, take shower, hear scratchy "blinds" sounds while drying... step out in the bedroom (nekkid) to see the "dark" OPEN window (sans horiz blinds), because Taffy has been clawing them so he could see out (remember dark, right?) and neighbor's bedroom/study window is across the way... ) and the whole damm thing has been rotated "open".
Gee, thanks... got to wag the neighbors.
Tomorrow I get to do it all again.
Typical day...
Wake up about 4 am (first time), clean the area next to the commode where the cats dumped litter (it's corn-meal based, which is much better than the clay...), but still! Raining like hell. Loud.
ok, back to bed. Really. 6 am rolls around, same deal; only this time Taffy (nearly 20 lbs of neutered white male feline) missed the box. (he usually faces in, but is longer than the box is, so when the box gets pushed against the wall, he miscalculates.
Up at 7. checking doctor's server, did backup happen? is reception3 computer ok after adding memory...? Check with the receptionist, first person in after bookkeeper; who is too shy to talk - she's in at 4 am I think... All is well... coffee in hand back up to wash up, shave and get dressed.
8 30 am-ish, get call from dataentry/bookkeeper ... who was up all night (again?) and will not be coming in until later. (still working on getting books for taxes; long story)...
so, off to this month's daily consulting gig, Chocolate bundt cake in hand, laptop and about three notebooks. Raining still; walk the "1/2 mile" from my car to the building, because parking gets full about 7 am. (production shift gets all the good close-up spaces). Nobody in OLS area; ok... it's a holiday ?
Drop off cake, get mug of syrup/coffee (blech) and read email, look at the bug I have to puzzle out. AHA - lunch. Ex comes into cube in tears; she broke her "bridge" and is self-concious about " appearance if she opens her mouth, plus the risk of swallowing her dentalwork. Amazing amount of tears; life's hitting her in the face a lot this week. Call the dentist .... set up a appointment; off for a quick sandwhich (what she was eating when the damm thing broke... again. did this last year, was temporary fix). I can feel for her; but my wallet can't...
3 pm, not going to make any more progress without the data from the customer; can't quite "see" the bug, but know where abouts it has to be... off to home. Call bookkeeper; she's on her way over.
next 4 hours are trying to get some third-party software dump the transactions from Quickbooks so that we can go back to a previous backup, re-"enter" the items, and get a balance that we believe... since this dataset is apparently hosed. Chat some, show her how to run the nice Excel macros (POS) that this package puports to be worth $70. Instructions somewhat fuzzy to a programmer non-accountant.
Somewhere in there answer email, query yet another possible consult site about some work... and then put that to bed for the evening.
8 pm - off to quick dinner at another friend's house, try to get his network computers to talk to each other after move... overdose on red pepper on salad (dumb), and have flaming indian food to boot. (I think it was the pepper that did it).
850 pm, bail and scramble home... feed cats and sit down for 24, giving up for the evening.
1030pm, take shower, hear scratchy "blinds" sounds while drying... step out in the bedroom (nekkid) to see the "dark" OPEN window (sans horiz blinds), because Taffy has been clawing them so he could see out (remember dark, right?) and neighbor's bedroom/study window is across the way... ) and the whole damm thing has been rotated "open".
Gee, thanks... got to wag the neighbors.
Tomorrow I get to do it all again.
2007 Feb 17 - You know you are in trouble when...
1. your ex-girlfriend calls you up to make bail for her son.
2. The most expensive thing in your life (at the moment) is you cat(s)' (multiple) veterenary bills; and they're over $4K.
3. Your part-time bookkeeper is a hottie, and you are giving her carefully thought out altruistic relationship advice.
4. The last time you drank more than a single beer - you regretted it for the entire night, and so did the cats who inhabit the domicile with you. And scotch... is out of the question (unless you want to spend the rest of the night with major bowel disorder)...
5. The first thing you do when you get up in the morning... is remove the cat from your face.
6. Even your consulting gigs disrespect you.
7. You invite a co-worker out to lunch... and they (perceptably) spend time thinking... free food... lunch with... hmmm...
8. You are working on a project in your cubicle in the afternoon as a consultant, getting paid more money than god... (figuratively speaking), and you notice that you have nodded off again... and wonder if anyone noticed.
9. you spend inordinate amounts of time on CraigsList looking for single-women-looking-for-men, and you realise that you are 50 years old... and NOTHING in that category appeals. (and the ones who advert for an older guy... are either professionals, very high maintenance, or a scam of one sort or another).
10. You have time on a Friday night to write this list. (traditional)
2. The most expensive thing in your life (at the moment) is you cat(s)' (multiple) veterenary bills; and they're over $4K.
3. Your part-time bookkeeper is a hottie, and you are giving her carefully thought out altruistic relationship advice.
4. The last time you drank more than a single beer - you regretted it for the entire night, and so did the cats who inhabit the domicile with you. And scotch... is out of the question (unless you want to spend the rest of the night with major bowel disorder)...
5. The first thing you do when you get up in the morning... is remove the cat from your face.
6. Even your consulting gigs disrespect you.
7. You invite a co-worker out to lunch... and they (perceptably) spend time thinking... free food... lunch with... hmmm...
8. You are working on a project in your cubicle in the afternoon as a consultant, getting paid more money than god... (figuratively speaking), and you notice that you have nodded off again... and wonder if anyone noticed.
9. you spend inordinate amounts of time on CraigsList looking for single-women-looking-for-men, and you realise that you are 50 years old... and NOTHING in that category appeals. (and the ones who advert for an older guy... are either professionals, very high maintenance, or a scam of one sort or another).
10. You have time on a Friday night to write this list. (traditional)
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