Home at last…
…going to grab some quick lunch, then hop in bed with at least one fuzzy kitten.
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…going to grab some quick lunch, then hop in bed with at least one fuzzy kitten.
Currently being sucked into the 6th level of hell — that’s the one reserved for scientists writing proposals. I’m not the actual scientist writing the proposal, but I’m getting sucked in because I agreed to help out…the only end in sight is at 1PM tomorrow when another scientist is bringing the proposals down to HQ. Please say an uplifting spell for me…
UPDATE — 7:52 PM: Still here. No end in sight. Jack (the PI) still hasn’t read over more than the first three pages of the proposal…no one has read to the end…eyes are getting crusty…
UPDATE — 12:13 AM: Still here. Actually, I’m taking a bit of a break. Yay Lorna! She left me an apple and some cookies. I’m going to go splash some water on my face, and then get back to it.
UPDATE — 2:08 AM: If I closed my eyes for a couple seconds, I think I would fall asleep. Must keep up with the caffiene…
UPDATE — 3:40 AM: Almost up for 24 hours now…just another 2 hours. My head is swimming…
UPDATE — 4:51 AM: Just asked Magic 8 Ball if I’d be getting out of here any time soon…it said “Doubt It”. Crap. Magic 8 Ball is never wrong.
UPDATE — 5:55 AM: Busy collating CVs…no, that doesn’t mean that we are almost done. No, this is just something I can do while Jack continues reading through the text (he hasn’t actually read through the whole thing yet…ugh).
UPDATE — 7:38 AM: Been here almost 24 hours now. At this point I don’t really want to leave until 10AM due to the morning rush-hour, but I’m not sure things will be done even by then. I hate scientists… (yes, I am one, but not “one of them” yet)
I want a “I hate Word” t-shirt after I’m done with this sinking proposal. Any suggestions where to get one?? If there aren’t any for sale, I might design one and use those cheesy print-your-own-t-shirt-iron-on thingies from Microcenter…
I’m finally catching up on some of the entries I’ve been too busy to write. I’m going to continue to be swamped for the next two weeks, and I’m expecting several late nights at work. So, if things are quiet around here, you’ll know why. In the mean time, talk amongst yourselves.
On the Metro:
GUY1: He’d be known as ricksha boy.
GUY2: Dude, that’s not a good thing.
GUY1: No, man, it would be really cool.
GUY2: He’d never get a girl if he was known as ricksha boy.
GUY1: He would totally get girls.
There’s a lot of weird things happening today…
“The custom of sharing grand stories of conquest and battle has a long standing history among the Klingon people,” said Mark Fletcher, founder of Bloglines. “Blogging is simply an easy way to continue the tradition while stuck in deep space, away from your family. We feel that presenting Bloglines in the Warrior Tongue was long overdue.”
During a brief two-minute period provided for questions from the press, the first reporter asked if this meant the Space Station was also being shut down. To which the President answered, “we plan to either hold an auction on Ebay or give it away to “our international partners.
For Easter, a few Peeps links:
Enjoy! And Happy Easter!
[Update: By the way, that link for the Peeps contest was from last year’s contest. They held another contest this year, and you can check out the related article (you might need to register) and slideshow of winners My favorite of the new bunch is #13, “Peeps Attacks”.]
On I-Street near GWU.
20-something woman in a very pink, short over-coat with a matching pink umbrella talking on her cell phone: “A lady in the elevator at Saks said I looked like a giant Easter bunny…”
I was in another building on campus for a meeting this afternoon and saw this sign in the ladies’ room:
When having parties or celebrations in this room, please remember to clean up. Melwood is not responsible for that.
Who, exactly, is going to use the ladies’ room for a party or celebration?
The last four or five times that I’ve parked my car in a lot (i.e. not just outside the house), I have forgotten to lock the doors.
Last summer I bought a new car — you know, one with the spiffy automatic locks that you can trigger from your key chain. It was a novelty for a while. Ooo, look at me, I have the power to remotely unlock my doors. (Okay, so it’s not a big deal to most people, but I’d been a poor student for so long that I figured I would never have a new car, let alone one with spiffy remote locks. Laugh at me if you must.)
Apparently the novelty has worn off, because I keep forgetting to zap my car when I get out. Several times, it has only been Andrew’s prompting that has gotten the doors locked. And the times that I have remembered in the past week, I’ve zapped the car two or three times, just to make up for the times that I’ve forgotten…as if that’s going to do any good.
So, if you see me in a parking lot in the near future, just give me a holler — “Lock the doors, you moron!.” My car will blink a happy greeting.
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