Archive for August, 2007

Anybody Want To Go To Lunch?

August 31, 2007

I’m hungry and I’m bored. If you want to go to lunch, get hold of me in the next 30 minutes or so and we’ll plan something. If not… hey, you snooze, you lose!

Be Careful…

August 31, 2007

… how you place your bumper stickers.

I didn’t have the camera, so I can’t prove it… but the car in front of me just now had two stickers on the rear window. The one on the left read “Obama ’08.” To its immediate right: “He’s not MY president!”

Interesting message. Somehow I don’t think they meant it the way it comes out.

Some Photos Just Beg To Be Taken

August 27, 2007

That’s Firefly, posing prettily on top of my flashlight. Isn’t she just precious?

Update: Just a few minutes later she took a flying leap into the pen holder:

A Day In The Life

August 27, 2007

There’s still neighborliness out there. I went to carry the old TV downstairs to my car. My next door neighbor–a professor of Arabic at the DLI–saw me through his dining room window and signaled for me to wait. As soon as he buttoned his shirt, he came out and carried the TV down the stairs for me. Very kind of him. I thanked him profusely and called him my hero.

The Goodwill does not take TVs, but the Salvation Army does.

And on the way to the Goodwill, I saw the sign for the new Bad Ass Coffee location, with the banner “Coming soon!” I’d been wondering where it was going to be located. Now I know. For anyone interested… it’s on Fremont, just north Burger King, in the same center as the Breakfast Club and Hollywood Video.

In fact, there will be several new choices of coffee shop/meeting places for this year’s upcoming National Novel Writing Month. Last year we wound up meeting mostly at a member’s apartment because all our former haunts were either too crowded, too noisy, or had serious lack of parking. This year there will be at least four new places available to us, including Bad Ass Coffee, a new Peet’s that may open in time, a new 24-hour Safeway with a Starbucks inside, and a newish cafe owned by the guy that started a couple of other coffee houses in town. All four of those will have ample parking. A veritable embarrassment of caffeinated riches. Hoo-rah! Bring it on!

The new lizard is settling in just fine. I know she’s eating, because she pooped overnight. And she may not be a she (I got a closer look at her underside, and there’s some doubt). If she turns out to be a he, his name will be Malcolm Reynolds. But then I’ll have to find him a new Inara…. I think I figured out one of the reasons I like crested geckos so much. They remind me of frogs. No, really. They have big eyes, velvety soft skin (but not damp and slimy), padded toes, and they jump. Besides… if you look them head-on at just the right angle, there’s even a facial resemblance:

See? Except for the crests, doesn’t he look a bit froggish? Of course, the geckos have longer bodies, shorter tongues, much shorter back legs, and a tail, so there’s not that much of a resemblance… but still. And the geckos stick out their tongues to taste the hand that’s holding them. It’s so cute. And let’s not forget the eyeball-licking.

On another topic entirely… will the Democrats in Congress be satisfied now that they’ve run Alberto Gonzales out of town on a rail? Anyone think so?

Anyone?

Hello?

Yep. Expensive Week.

August 26, 2007

Took the car in at 8:15 this morning and sat down in the waiting room, expecting about a 90-minute wait.

I should have known.

The service manager came in and said my transmission gasket is leaking a little, so they need to replace it. That’s a warranty repair. However… (isn’t there always a “however”?) my tires are wearing unevenly which means I need all four wheels balanced.

They issued me a loaner car and I headed home.

I should have quit right there. But no; I just had to go over to the mall to pick up a clock battery at Radio Shack and (here’s where I got in trouble) a larger Critter Keeper for The Spook at Petco.

Remember that business about me and pet stores and adult supervision? Right. I forgot too. And now there are four:

Until there is evidence to the contrary, I am declaring this one to be female, and her name is Inara, because she is dark, exotic and beautiful. I am open to suggestions on what to rename her if she turns out to be a he.

She weighs 5.5 grams (about the same as Firefly) and is tamer than The Spook but not as tame as Firefly and Geico. So far. She ate a big glob of pulverized banana off my finger. I set up her cage, and hopefully by now she’s gone back to sleep.

I wonder if there’s a 12-step program for this sort of addiction?

I Am Woman, Hear Me Whimper

August 24, 2007

I just wrestled a 60 pound TV out of the back seat of my car, carried it up the stairs–and heaved it up on top of the dresser.

Scratched the top of the dresser doing it, too, but at this point, I really could give a rat’s rear end.

And I am quite sure that every single muscle I own will HURT tomorrow after that workout.

Husbands did have their uses, from time to time. I will concede that point.

Not My Week For Equipment

August 24, 2007

I wasn’t even going to mention the zorched computer monitor because it’s almost too embarrassing. (Geico took a large whiz and it leaked down inside.) Then Staples delivered easel pads instead of a new monitor, so that took an extra day. Meanwhile, I was making do with the laptop for working, and having great fun trying to transfer files to it from the desktop ‘pooter with the zorched monitor. But now I’m back up and running with a fresh new monitor, and there will be no more monitor-basking lizards in this house. Too expensive.

Then yesterday the digital dictation files for one of my docs started sounding funny so I had to work on fixing that, because they sounded so bad I could not transcribe them. The solution was to convert them from WMF to WAV files, but it took a while to figure that out.

And then this afternoon my bedroom TV-VCR combo decided it was a good day to die. At first I had sound and no picture–and the sound came in two speeds. Very soft, and very loud. I turned it off and on a few times, and then I got a picture–but it wasn’t in color. Halfway through The O’Reilly Factor (with guest host Michelle Malkin) the picture went away and the sound got very, very loud. Since the thing was 11 years old and had to be repaired several times already, I decided I’ve had enough. So I’m off to Circuit City in a few to pick up the new TV-DVD player combo I just ordered online. (No, Geico did not sit on top of the TV–but Cricket the cat did when she was living here. She, however, is litter-box-trained.)

And Sunday morning my car gets its 20,000 mile routine service. Knock on wood that it will indeed be just routine.

TGIF, eh? Here’s hoping next week will be less expensive!

Bet You Can’t Do This…

August 23, 2007

… sleep with your tail on top of your head, that is.

That’s Firefly. For those who care. She’s growing fast; last week she weighed in at 5.3 grams, and was 4 1/2 inches long from snout to tail tip. Of course in the above picture she’s more like half an inch from snout to tail tip. 😉

Just Because

August 21, 2007

The little one was just so cute, posing on her stick, I had to grab the camera.

Entitlement

August 17, 2007

Was talking the other day with an acquaintance who has a daughter in her early 20s.

The youngster recently started a new job, so she has no health insurance. But she does have some ongoing medical problems, and was complaining that she’d had to go off her medication, presumably because she doesn’t have insurance.

I said why on earth doesn’t she get a doctor to write her a new prescription and just go buy the stuff. Seems she doesn’t really have a regular doctor. I said for cryin’ out loud go to an Urgent Care or some such and GET a doctor, and get a prescription! She’s working double shifts some days so she certainly should be able to pay for it.

But somehow the thought of just going out and getting what she needs, without waiting for an employer to insure her, never even crossed her radar screen. Medical care, you see, is something somebody else is supposed to pay for. Right? (Did I mention the kid is a Democrat?)

Or maybe that new $300 pair of jeans (the 27 pairs already in her closet not being enough) was more important than stable health. I don’t know. Oh, and let’s not forget the new $400 cell phone. Or the drawer full of underwear that cost over $20 apiece but each one has less fabric in it than the average shoelace. What’s up with that??

Kids. Sigh. I am so glad I never had ’em.