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weaselmom...like I've been et by a b'ar and shat over a cliff. Perhaps I have the ick that's going around. Part of the problem is I never get enough rest anymore. Half the people in the office have some form of ick or another. I'm contributing a sinus infection to the general germ broth.
Friday was a very bad, very self-destructive day for me. I've been really busy at the temp job lately, and Friday I was helping put together a big presentation for Monday. I'll spare you the Keystone Kops comedy of errors, but let's just say that I made my usual mistake of working straight through the day with no breaks. The only food I had was a (sugary) cinnamon roll for breakfast and then handsful of leftover Halloween candy for the rest of the day. My brain started to whack out on me. I had a problem between Word and PowerPoint (do NOT get me started) and spent almost two hours futilely trying to resolve it. At about 3 p.m. I was trying to bind the presentation when the little plastic comb binding slipped off the machine and when whanging across the room. I shrieked and then started to laugh and couldn't stop. This isn't going to make anybody write sonnets about my professionalism. But they were pretty understanding, seeing as how I hadn't had any food or breaks all day.
Halloween wasn't too bad. We all met up at the club, it being a special holiday Grind. Final attendance is rumored to be about 233 people, most of whom were dressed up, some quite elaborately. I kind of wish every Thursday was as festive. I also wish CF had won a prize in the costume contest, but then again I don't think anybody recognized his character. It was great fun to have Mr. PMB join us for the evening. Happy anniversary, you two!
Here it is, 7 p.m., and I haven't showered or dressed yet. Sometimes I do this out of obstinacy, sometimes out of sheer laziness, but today I just don't have the strength to hold myself upright under the spray. This is a shame because there are about ten DVDs I'd like to rent right now, but it's just not going to happen. Today we watched "Real Genius" and "Roxanne," and now I want to watch several Steve Martin comedies in a row.
I feel sad right now because, many months ago, a group of us concocted a Cunning Plan wherein we would all go to World Fantasy Convention together. Unfortunately, a significant percentage of us didn't find gainful employment in time to go. This is probably a blessing in disguise, as they say, as I suspect that we would have just been underfoot anyway.
I've been reading several antique (or vintage, I'm not really sure) nature books lately. The one I just finished was written in 1911, and it's interesting to realize what sort of things weren't known about back then. The section on bats mentions how they use their keen eyesight and very sensitive wings to locate their prey, because nobody knew about echolocation. In between, I'm reading The World of Jeeves, which is not as entertaining as watching the TV show, oddly enough. My friend John let me borrow his rare copy of "The Alternative Hobbit," a sort of mimeographed chapbook released in a very limited edition. Written in Wodehouse's narrative style, it tells the story of The Hobbit with Bertie Wooster as Bilbo and adds Jeeves as the sort of deus ex machina responsible for making everything come out right in the end. It is by far the funniest thing I've read in ages. I don't know how you would go about getting a copy for yourself, though.
The second funniest thing I've read in ages is Odd Todd's gallery of pictures that people have taken of their pets and sent in. The pictures are great, but the captions are simply hilarious. At least I think so. But then again, I'm not well right now.
Friday was a very bad, very self-destructive day for me. I've been really busy at the temp job lately, and Friday I was helping put together a big presentation for Monday. I'll spare you the Keystone Kops comedy of errors, but let's just say that I made my usual mistake of working straight through the day with no breaks. The only food I had was a (sugary) cinnamon roll for breakfast and then handsful of leftover Halloween candy for the rest of the day. My brain started to whack out on me. I had a problem between Word and PowerPoint (do NOT get me started) and spent almost two hours futilely trying to resolve it. At about 3 p.m. I was trying to bind the presentation when the little plastic comb binding slipped off the machine and when whanging across the room. I shrieked and then started to laugh and couldn't stop. This isn't going to make anybody write sonnets about my professionalism. But they were pretty understanding, seeing as how I hadn't had any food or breaks all day.
Halloween wasn't too bad. We all met up at the club, it being a special holiday Grind. Final attendance is rumored to be about 233 people, most of whom were dressed up, some quite elaborately. I kind of wish every Thursday was as festive. I also wish CF had won a prize in the costume contest, but then again I don't think anybody recognized his character. It was great fun to have Mr. PMB join us for the evening. Happy anniversary, you two!
Here it is, 7 p.m., and I haven't showered or dressed yet. Sometimes I do this out of obstinacy, sometimes out of sheer laziness, but today I just don't have the strength to hold myself upright under the spray. This is a shame because there are about ten DVDs I'd like to rent right now, but it's just not going to happen. Today we watched "Real Genius" and "Roxanne," and now I want to watch several Steve Martin comedies in a row.
I feel sad right now because, many months ago, a group of us concocted a Cunning Plan wherein we would all go to World Fantasy Convention together. Unfortunately, a significant percentage of us didn't find gainful employment in time to go. This is probably a blessing in disguise, as they say, as I suspect that we would have just been underfoot anyway.
I've been reading several antique (or vintage, I'm not really sure) nature books lately. The one I just finished was written in 1911, and it's interesting to realize what sort of things weren't known about back then. The section on bats mentions how they use their keen eyesight and very sensitive wings to locate their prey, because nobody knew about echolocation. In between, I'm reading The World of Jeeves, which is not as entertaining as watching the TV show, oddly enough. My friend John let me borrow his rare copy of "The Alternative Hobbit," a sort of mimeographed chapbook released in a very limited edition. Written in Wodehouse's narrative style, it tells the story of The Hobbit with Bertie Wooster as Bilbo and adds Jeeves as the sort of deus ex machina responsible for making everything come out right in the end. It is by far the funniest thing I've read in ages. I don't know how you would go about getting a copy for yourself, though.
The second funniest thing I've read in ages is Odd Todd's gallery of pictures that people have taken of their pets and sent in. The pictures are great, but the captions are simply hilarious. At least I think so. But then again, I'm not well right now.
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Date: 2002-11-05 11:42 am (UTC)Right you are about the captions.
I'm so sorry you've been ailing. Sleep deprivation makes everything worse, and I think is why I used to get sick every six weeks, whether I needed it or not.
I missed you guys, and thought of you a lot this weekend. You would not have been in the way at all, but would have been much appreciated companions. On the other hand, the rooms ended up being about $150 a night after taxes, etc., were added. Louise Marley said her portion of a shared room for five nights was $700. Erck. We ended up not staying at the hotel, either.