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Still Waiting for Everything Snapshot. Emailed JeffMagnus, while still waiting a reply to the /msg.
To node ... Malaysia, new car Proton Waja E2, modified date in E2 db, sort by modified date, next 50 on ENN & combine with Everything New Nodes, noders and users of repute
I don't know, and yet I feel strangely detached about the whole thing. Really, I don't get that worked up about things anymore. Maybe it is because I have the impression that I can easily find another job.
Anyway ... noded some today, fucked around with zope (neat !), listened to the mysterious coffee machine noises, and then I noded a long spoof I wrote three years ago about the Pets Control Policy at CMU. The dude whose boss I am (the idea still surprises me) asked for leave to telecommute from UNAM. Of course I agreed, besides we have webcams in both offices, so we can keep an eye on each other ... besides I have total trust in him. Now I should go home before my SO starts wondering if have been eaten by a grue.
Then BAMM, TWHACK a great big wet fish in the face moment of transcendent attempted empathy. I was walking from my place of slavery, to another place that sells objects optimistically promoted as 'food'. At one point, I found myself following a matron and her quite small hand holding human friend, which I presume was her child. Children walk without any great haste, and very small legs. The path was quite narrow, with overhanging tree branches, and similar encroaching junglery. I prefer to walk at a decent pace, but had no chance of performing an overtaking manoeuvre. You can see where I am going here.
I realised (remembered might be a better term) that I am at least petty enough to become annoyed about any delay of over approximately 10 seconds duration. I absorbed that morsel quickly, and began to think about why the person ahead of me didn't think to position the child in front of her, so that the rapidly building queue of people behind the pair could get past. Was this an important developmental moment for her child, to walk beside mum in the face of building resentment and hostility?
I thought of things I might say, ranging from "excuse me...", "excuse me, your touching family dyad is blocking the way of my individual impatience", "can't you pick that thing up?" all the way to "I think I can jump over it...watch!". I tried to concentrate on humourous, witty, or just strange things that I could say.
Then it occurred to me, that she would probably in turn have some reaction to whatever statement I chose to make. A turn of the head, accompanied by a raised eyebrow or scowl? No acknowledgement but a tensing of the shoulders? Some strange statement of her own involving my head, and a stick? I chose the scowl, and went from there.
To placate the slightly irritated mother figure, I would need to make some further statement, to break the now thickening meniscus of tension which hypothetically held us fast:
"I'm sorry, I do actually like children"; I thought would be a good way to begin. Then I just couldn't help myself: "But you really need to use the right sauce"; I found myself thinking.
Well, the hypothetical drama was all over bar the screaming for assistance by that stage. We came to the end of the path. The gene sharers were rapidly overtaken by the once queued mob, channeling their pent rage in a dazzling display of fast walking. I was left wondering if life would have been more interesting if I'd actually said something. At least the hi-jinks of hypothetical me were quite fun.
(many points of non-interest..to either myself or yourself follow)
Nightmare last night so no dream log today. For the most part I sit up screaming in bed. The first time I did this with my husband he shot upright to see what the heck was going on and I elbowed him a good one in the chest. He says his heart nearly stopped beating. It's a blessing that some part of my mind will not let me remember them.
Has anyone seen briiian ? I'm a little worried about him/her.
Made BBQ ribs, bakers and corn on the cob last night and Number One Son called from work wanting me to bring the leftovers down. The guys from the pizza place next door came over to join in the feast! That was neat:)
kenata Some questions don't have answers which is a terribly difficult lesson to learn, be patient with yourself.
Number Two Son has informed me that he plans to graduate from High School ASAP and would like to attend Summer School to get his foreign language requirements out of the way. His geometry teacher placed 20 th in the Olympic Trials, I was so disappointed for him. He's been working towards that for years. Rumor has it at the Junior High School a teacher has posted the Urban Legend written about me on the Hall of Fame......I'm shocked! None of the kids will tell me where it is.
Get yourself a limbo girl Give that chic a limbo whirl There's a limbo moon above You will fall in limbo love Jack be limbo, Jack be quick Jack go unda limbo stick All around the limbo clock Hey, let's do the limbo rock
Went out for my walk last night and a neighbor with his baby daughter on his hip was waxing his car while three kiddos (7-12 year olds) are blasting Chubby Checker's Limbo Rock song on a CD player. Microphone in hand Ken loudly hails me, Hello Mrs. _____ and I HAVE to laugh at him amazed that these kids know my name since it's been 8 years since I taught at their school! Anyway a quick limbo and Kiki and I were on our way home.
What is, What Can Be
Faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see.- Hebrews 11:1 (NIV)
Not knowing what tomorrow holds for me I seek to trust more fully. No matter what my situation may appear to be, trusting God brings hope.
Devotion
The place was right, but I was a month and a half early for this particular class.
Relief at not having gotten off on the wrong foot after all. Relief at being able to go back home and actually get some winks before the TabNet video night tonight. But serious ambiguity about the sincerity of my renewed academic earnestness - how serious can I be about my school-career if I can't even be bothered to get the month right?
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Anyhow, on the walk home a street person at Hastings and Main, finding some offense in my typical soulful grimace, commanded me to Smile! I had no choice but to respect their authority and break out beaming.
Mental note: next time some sleep is absolutely required, do not try counting sheep unless you fancy a play-by-play mental review of the entirety of Loom, which is always a good thing, but still a far cry from sleep.
It's not just me! The narrator of The Horla is also afraid of sleep and afraid of his bed! Won't my roommates be surprised when I burn down the house! Tee hee...
in our last episode... | p_i-logs | and then, all of a sudden...
I did some research and apparently I will be in London when all the good rock shows are passed through and gone. Oh well, maybe I will just make an effort to break things and steal out of so called 'royal' dumpsters. Does anyone know what the royal family throws out, is it some type of federal offense to steal it?
the other day, I decided that doing anything illegal within visual range of a post office is a federal crime. I am in deep shit cause my apartment is right across the street from one.
two dreams: 1) I was handed a bag full of condoms which had secret codes written on them. I spent much of the dream deciphering the codes, however I can't remember anything they said. 2) I bathed in a chewing gum and milk, more comfortable than you would think.
I have intense cravings for djarum cloves. Stupid random nodes.
Watch begins at 11:30, so I am off for lunch and boredom. Unfortunately, no boredom. Instead, I am greeted with another major lube oil leak. I am an engineering casualty waiting to happen. But that's ok.
Later, when it's time to explain, it will not be so peaceful.
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