Phew! Satchel is ok.
[ 30.10.01 4:02 PM | will sno-cones do? ]
Only one more day until Halloween candy goes on sale.
I've been told the secret to getting an Outstanding this work term is bringing in food for my co-workers.
That can be arranged.
[ 2:25 PM | spidercat ]Although Logan no longer has the use of her front claws to hang from curtains and furniture as she did when she first arrived, last night I found out she has a new hobby: scaling the fireplace. She just attached herself to the bricks, like spider man climbing a building, in her quest to eat the plant sitting on the mantle (a spider plant coincidentally).
I tried to take a picture but I was laughing too hard.
[ 29.10.01 7:15 PM | spring - forward : fall - back ]
For a brief moment this morning I actually thought I had slept past my alarm clock as I looked out my doors and noticed that I could *see* things out there. Let there be light! Then I remembered the glorious thing that is the end of daylight savings time a.k.a "I get to sleep in an extra hour (kind of)".
I thought it was wonderful that was until I went to leave work this evening and noticed that rather than the nice fading light I usually have, I was faced with utter darkness. And Columbia Street is rather sparse on streetlights. I half-joked about needing to bring a flashlight to work now for my walks home - it's not like I'm going to be getting off work on time any time soon.
I always thought that everyone followed daylight savings time until I went to Arizona earlier this year. Arizona does not observe daylight savings time. The Navajo Reservation contained within Arizona does however. So while making our trip to the Grand Canyon from Phoenix, had we observed the time change correctly, we would have changed our watches when we landed at the airport, changed them again when we entered the Reservation, then changed them one more time when entering the Grand Canyon.
Not that Canada is any better mind you. I guess we could always start a petition.
The things you learn while trying not to do your business assignment.
[ 6:22 PM | my halloween costume - blog babe ]Well, lookie here - I'm blog babe of the week over at sixdifferentways.
And he even used my narcissistic photo - all those little me's on the page.
And no, I don't live in the dorm. I live with three friends a shortish walk from campus (but a longish walk from work)
[ 28.10.01 5:54 PM | ohmygawd!!!! ]
An "excerpt" from a page I stumble across this afternoon. I've removed incriminating text, the hard to read font, the broken links and the extra code that didn't acutally do anything. Left behind is the colour and all those exclamation points.
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa !! bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb !! cccccccccccccccccccccc !! dddddddddddddddddddd !!
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ! ffffffffffffffffffffff !!
gggggggggggggg !! hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh !! kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk !!!???
mmmmmmmmmmmmm ! nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn !!! oooooooooooooooooooo !
ppppppppppppppppppppppppp !! qqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqq !
rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr ! sssssssssssssssssssss !! ttttttttttttttttttttttttttt . uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu ! (vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv !! wwwwwwwwwwwww !!! xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx !!)
I wish I had her energy.
[ 4:10 PM | pyro ]I love the smell of campfires. I don't know what it is about them, but they just smell ... yummy. Maybe because they remind me of the cottage we had when I was child or because we never lit a fire in our fireplace except at Christmas time, so I associate the smell of burning wood with vacations and special times. Or maybe I'm just a pyro.
It's a shame because I have this beautiful fireplace in my room, but due to a condition in our lease, I can't use it. I got this great idea from Trading Spaces about putting candles in a fireplace to simulate the burning. Of course we aren't allowed to have candles either - not that it has stopped us so far - but it still doesn't replicate the wood smell of a true fireplace. And with Logan being the curious creature that she is, I'm afraid of introducing her to fire without proper protection. Anyone have any ideas about how to make a cheap, yet durable fireplace screen?
[ 24.10.01 9:30 PM | i also forgot the milk ]
Some days I am quite absent-minded.
This evening I went to the mall to pick up some food for Monte - because he's running low and not many places carry his food - and some socks, since all mine seem to have sprouted holes overnight.
I returned with two sweaters, two shirts, a bath mat, socks (I can do some things right!), a vegetable peeler, and a few other miscellaneous things I needed, but no hedgehog food.[ 20.10.01 5:02 PM | Vampy the Bunter Hunter ] You asked. You hinted. You even showed concern over my well-being. So sweet.
Yes, there is a new story. The name comes from a friend who once referred to Buffy the Vampire Slayer as Vampy the Bunter Hunter because he couldn't remember the real title. So I took the name and ran with it and that's what came out. It was actually a lot of fun to write.
[ 9:08 AM | finally bites the dust ]So I rearranged my room last night, nothing fancy. Just wanted to solve a few problems I had.
While dragging my desk/computer across the room, my keyboard slipped off the desk and landed smack on the floor. After popping two keys back on, I continued on my way.
Except it turns out I really broke my keyboard this time. Sure there have been other times it has worked less than perfectly, but it always bounced back before. I fear that will not be the case this time. Turns out my Handspring fills in half decently in the meantime.
At least Logan can have her very own keyboard now.
[ 18.10.01 10:34 PM | here checkie checkie checkie ]
If you were a police check, where would you be?
(Answer: In my "interview" clipboard with my resume. Strange little coincidence there.)
[ 1:45 PM | so, tell me a little about yourself ]I have co-op interviews in fifteen minutes, except this time I am on the interviewer side rather than the interviewee side. Yet for some reason I am almost as nervous as when I am on the other side of the table. Weird.
[ 8:56 AM | bagel lady ]How is it that one person can make food taste so very good, while another person making the same food just can't replicate the feat? My bagel just doesn't taste as good when the bagel lady at Timmy's isn't there. It's a bagel, it's not like it's a hard thing to prepare. But it just doesn't taste the same.
It's like your mom's signature dinner - no matter how carefully you follow the directions, it just doesn't have that something that makes it so irresistible. I almost have my grandmother's gingerbread men recipe down, but it still doesn't quite match the ones she use to make. I can, however, replicate her nanimo bar recipe quite well, ifidosaysomyself.
[ 17.10.01 11:00 PM | aren't you just the cutest little thing!! ]
Somehow, although I tried my very hardest to avoid it, I have lapsed into the very bad, and very annoying, habit of "babytalking" to my cat. Although I at least manage to form coherent words (nothing like choochie coo or the like) I can feel my voice changing when I talk to her. Not always, but often enough. Mostly it just involves me telling her how cute she is and what a sweetie she is, you know the typical stuff.
I think it just balances out the times I want to scream at her for biting my toes or stepping on my keyboard and deleting half a story (how *does* she do that so well??)
"Now's a good time to talk about limits. It's okay to love your pet. Just don't love your pet."
[ 11:20 AM | I'll have Christmas songs in my head all day now ]Someone walking by just mentioned that it was 8 weeks until Christmas. Put that way, it seems so very close.
Although it's actually a little more than 9 weeks away, I'm surprised to find myself a little excited about decorating my cube here at work. Aparently Docs is known for their Holiday spirit around here. :)
[ 15.10.01 9:49 PM | First Rule of BradClub is ... ]
Looks like Brad's getting all Fight Club-ish on us.
Really though, I like the peice. Makes me want to write more.
[ 7:54 PM | poor mousy ]If you recall, the crackhouse had a certain .... aroma to it, which our new apartment has slowly been acquiring.
Now we know why.
[ 14.10.01 9:03 PM | almost paradise ]
Don't worry they said. Your luggage will be transferred to your new flight they said.
So we're back from our trip. As we had been warned, security was tight at the airports. They did hand-search carry-on luggage. They did ask people to turn on cell phones, cameras and other electronic devices to prove they were real. They even searched the trunks and engines of cars entering the parking lot. And the National Guard was everywhere.
Despite the fact that our journey home turned into a 24 hour odsssey and a small tropical storm off the coast dumped rain on us almost every day - we only had one day without - we still had a great time. Random factoids from the trip:
- I still like flying, especially when I get the window seat.
- There are airport hotels in the Caribean, they just have beach front access and palm trees lining the driveway
- When the flaps are positioned just right, you can actually see the air as it goes over the wings
- Number of stairs from our tent to the beach: 124, to the main road: 54, to the dining pavilion: 114, to the bathroom: 29
- The "Island for sale" sign was very intreguing - no price tag listed though
- Body surfing is cool, tumbling and tossing in the waves, being thrown head over heels as the waves break. Leaning over an hour later and still having water come out your nose is not
- "Island time" means that the bus doesn't actually even have a schedule and instead "comes when it comes"
- Wild goats look just like regular goats, as do wild donkeys. Mongoose look like a cross between a ferret and an otter
- I will be shaking sand out of my hair for weeks to come
- Squid are neat when they are little and aren't trying to ink you. The same goes for barracuda (little and not trying to eat you)
- Feral cats are everywhere in St. John. The five around our area were: Black & White, Tabby & White (eco), All Tabby, Calico (althea), and All Orange. To be a feral cat also means you must be missing part of your left ear. I think it's an initiation rite or something
- Sometimes you can coax a tarantula out of its hole by sticking a blade of grass with a wad of spit on it down the spider's hole
- Grown men who pick their nose and eat it, shouldn't
My insect bites are still healing, but I managed to escape without a major sunburn. I don't think I have ever I have *never* had a burn this bad.
When we landed at Chicago I thought I saw emergency vehicles circling a plane on the tarmac. I should have taken that as a sign. Our 8:50pm plane was bumped and bumped until it was finally cancelled. We left at 6:35am the next morning. Our luggage did not, despite the conversation alluded to earlier. It is expected in tomorrow sometime I believe.
Airports are very noisy in the early morning hours when no one is suppose to be around.
[ 11.10.01 8:19 AM | my mother made me go online ]
Mosquito bites suck. Sunburns suck.
But the rest of my vacation is kicking ass. More when I get back :)
[ 5.10.01 5:13 PM | wish you were here ]
Well my lovelies, I'm off on vacation for a week. Hopefully I'll come back tanned and relaxed. Then I get to work like crazy to meet my end of October deadlines :)
ta ta.
[ 4:06 PM | missing the point ]Overheard from my desk: "Hi Michelle, don't tell anyone this because I don't think anyone else is supposed to know, but ..."
Lemme fill you in on a little detail you missed buddy - if I can hear you from my desk, I'm pretty sure others can hear you as well ...
[ 4.10.01 2:46 AM | oopsie ]
When I'm writing documentation for my job, I sometimes fill in the blanks with things like [insert picture here] when I don't have all the information, with the intention of going back to fix it once the information is available. Occasionally I miss things. We had a field trial document go out with the text "and whatever Charles tells me" at the end of a statement. Oops. Good thing we caught that before it went to General Release.
Tonight, while doing research on the web for an assignment, I came across the statement "[CHECK FULL NAME]" in a published document.
It makes me feel good to know that I'm not the only one who does these things.