Crankypantsing, Photography

Aftermath

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I went for a walk this afternoon, to survey the state of the driveway, and also because it was a gorgeous day for a walk.

The main areas of damage are definitely the result of SBC laying cable down the center of the drive. They moved it a year or two ago, but the old cable is now completely exposed in several places, because the earth has washed away where the trench was cut. What a spectacularly stupid thing to do. There is no way to repair the damage, short of digging out the entire driveway and starting over from scratch, because the earth in that trench will always be softer than the earth around it. It’s the path of least resistance for flowing water, which means it gets washed out during heavy rain.

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A rut that is a lake

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Yes, those are goddamn CINDER BLOCKS IN ALL CAPS.

I also took some prettier photos.

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A dead tree along the fence behind my house. I decreased the saturation, then increased the reds and yellows. I also fiddled with the contrast and darkness.

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Beheaded trees along gas easement

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Tree along fence behind my house

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Machined piece of stone found in driveway.

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My neighbor’s house, at the top of the hill. I took these photos from ground level at the bottom of her driveway. The photos turned out kind of creepy, I think.

Crankypantsing

In Like a Lion

Journal 3 March 2006

So, what do you do when you come home and you can’t get online because the phone isn’t working? Then, the electricity goes out? You blog old school.

Yesterday was all kinds of eventful. It rained and rained and rained all day (more than 5″, according to Jack next door). While walking to my car after work, it was pouring so hard that I got soaked to the skin. Yuck. One of my coworkers, who lives near me, had gotten a call from her husband, telling her that Hwy 46 was closed west of my turn-off, due to flooding. There were also several bad wrecks. (One was by the Belgian horse farm, for those playing along at home. That’s a treacherous section of road that floods frequently.)

I opted to take the back way, by turning off at Sale St. in Ellettsville. That way, I’d avoid Ratliff, which was completely under water. Most of the rest of the back roads are up high, more or less following ridgelines, so they were in pretty good shape. I had to go through a few spots of standing water (the worst was in front of the Ellettsville grade school and on Hardscrabble Rd, right before Hwy 43), but nothing bad until I got to Spencer itself. Hoo-boy! I’d guess that there was about a foot of water on Morgan St. (Hwy 46).

Once I got through town, the highway was fine until I got to Patricksburg Rd. Which was, indeed, closed. I could tell, from the highway, that there’d been flash flooding, but that most of the water had receded. There was just one section of the road that was under running water, but it was only a couple of inches deep, and not running very fast. I decided to risk it, and went around the barrier, to the mental accompaniment of Judas Priest’s Breakin’ the Law. There was debris everywhere, and it was slow going, but I didn’t have any trouble. Fish Creek was a little scary, because it was up to the bottom of the bridge, but it was passable. Whew!

I hate driving in any kind of rain, so I was relieved to be finished with that whole ordeal. I was looking forward to checking my email, then watching Survivor. My phone was out, though, so I couldn’t get online. Then, half-way through Survivor, the electricity went out. Hrmph. I stumbled around, looking for a working lighter, then lit a bunch of candles. I figured the electricity would come back on soon (it frequently flickers off when there are high winds, but comes back on quickly). An hour and several pages of writing later, the electricity was still off, so I gave up and went to bed.

What a craptacular day! Its only saving grace was that the peepers returned last night. The wind kept me awake most of the night, but whenever there was a lull, I could hear the peepers peep-peep-peeping their little hearts out. Spring is here, with a vengeance.

And, I do mean vengeance. I didn’t wake up to parts of my neighbor’s barn in my yard this time, but several pieces of sheet metal sheathing were ripped from his construction trailer, ending up against my fence. They made a wicked noise last night when they were hurtling about. He spent a good portion of the morning reattaching them and fixing the damage. Other than that, the only real damage here was to the driveway. I walked next door last night, to call SBC about my dead phone line, and the condition of the driveway was unbelievable. I’ll have to go take pictures of it later today, because it’s pretty spectacular.

Crankypantsing

Of Cats and Printers

I mentioned a while back that my cat had a knack for turning my printer on and off when she walks across it. Which she does about eleventy times each day. Every time she turns on the printer, it goes through a priming & self-cleaning routine, which uses up ink. Pandora managed to go through an entire set of ink cartridges all by her herself. I replaced the cartridges, and I’ve since taken to unplugging the printer when I’m not using it. Last night, I found that there is a flaw in that plan, as well. I hadn’t used the printer since I’d replaced the ink, which meant that the print heads needed several cleanings before they would print reasonably well. And, I do mean several. Guess what? They needed to be cleaned and primed so many times that the entire black cartridge was used up. I am not amused.

I’m thinking that, when I buy my next printer, I may need to invest in a laser jet instead of an ink jet. Laser printers and toner cartridges are pricey, but they’re more robust and can handle longer periods of inactivity without the toner drying up. And, the cost per sheet is actually lower for laser prints than for ink jet prints. And and, since most of my printing uses only black ink, I could get away with a monochrome laser printer, which would be comparable in price to my Epson.

Crankypantsing

Kill Me Now

As glad as I am to see early signs of Spring cropping up all over the damned place, I’m not at all amused by the accompanying allergens that are assaulting me. I’m sick to death of headaches, sneezing, coughing, blowing my nose, and the sluggishness that goes along with taking allergy meds. The cherry on the shit sundae was having to break out the antihistamine plus decongestant, which is guaranteed to make me tired and wired. Bastards! And it’s the 24-hour extended release kind, too[1], so I’m going to be tired, cranky, and twitchy until tomorrow. I just thought it was only fair to warn y’all. If I’m abnormally incoherent or snarky (I know, how can you tell?), it’s the drugs, man.

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[1] I know I should buy the non-uber-extended variety, but buying anything containing decongestant is a pain in the arse that I’m in no mood to subject myself to. Last time, I had to stand in line at the pharmacy window for 45 minutes just to get a frigging box of Claritin-D.

Crankypantsing

A Watched Pot…

We have an electric tea kettle thingumy in our kitchenette. It allegedly switches itself off when the water is heated, but there is a lack of consensus among those I polled as to whether or not it has ever actually done so. I don’t use the electric tea kettle thingumy, so I really don’t care about its workings. However, I do occasionally wish to use the microwave. And, this is where the electric tea kettle thingumy comes in. We are not supposed to use both the electric tea kettle thingumy and the microwave at the same time, lest we blow a circuit. If a circuit is blown, it can take fourteen forevers for a maintainence person to re-set it.

So… Every time I go to the kitchenette to heat up my lunch, the electric tea kettle thingumy is invariably whistling away, the water inside very clearly rumbling at a rolling boil. And, also invariably, there is someone standing over it, watching it shoot steam to kingdom come. Every time, I comment, “I think it’s done,” hoping they’ll shut it off so that I can heat up my food. Every time, the person replies with some variation of, “It’ll shut off when it’s done, so its not done yet.” Argh! Now, I may have sucked at math, and I may not have done very well in physics, but I do recall that once water reaches the boiling point, it will not get any hotter, no matter how long you let it cook. You can boil the freaking electric tea kettle thingumy dry, and it will never, ever get any hotter than 212F. How much doner do they want their boiling water to be?

Crankypantsing, News & Politics

Better Late than Never

It can be difficult to be liberally minded in a red state. The good news is that Hoosiers finally seem to be coming to their senses. According to the article from the Indy Star:

Only 37 percent of those surveyed last week think Bush is doing a good job as president, while 56 percent disapprove.

The president’s approval rating equals the 37 percent approval rating Hoosiers gave President Bill Clinton, a Democrat, back in August 1994. And the rating mirrors the national view of the president. A recent CNN/USA Today/Gallup Poll showed the president’s approval rating nationwide at 38 percent.

I do feel a small bit of pity for some of those who supported him. They got sold a pig in a poke. For those who continue to support him, it must be hard work trying make themselves believe in The Man Behind the Curtain.

Art, Crankypantsing, Pets, Photography

Potato-Tomato

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Happy Monday! I woke up this ayem with a stiff shoulder and sore back. I hate it when I get a sleep injury. It’s really not a good way to start the week, I think. It could be worse, though. One of my coworkers got a speeding ticket this morning. I know the area where she got it, and it’s only a fluke that I haven’t gotten one in that spot, myself. The speed limit goes from 45mph to 35mph to 45mph, so it’s easy for your speed creep up without realizing it.

So, here’s a question. I do a lot of journaling, of both the arty and just text variety. Journaling, by definition, is a personal activity. Intensely personal, at times. Twice, though, I’ve come across folks selling pages from their journals. The thought gives me brain ache. It’s one thing to share select pages from a journal by posting them on-line, but to tear pages out of a journal and sell them? It seems to me that what is being sold, then, is not in fact a page from a journal. And, why would someone want to buy a page from someone else’s journal? Maybe if you’re some sort of Leonardo, it would be understandable, but that’s not the case with the journalers in question.

I realize this may just be an issue of semantics, but there are days when I feel like semantics is the only thing that really matters. If we cannot communicate effectively, there’s not much point in communicating at all. Hrmph.

Crankypantsing, Pets, Photography

Happy Saturday

Blech. I feel like I’m wading through Jello this morning. Or, what’s left of this morning, anyway. I stayed up way past my bedtime last night, so I slept in, which was perhaps not as good an idea as it first appeared to be. Have you ever gone back to sleep, then woke up later feeling even groggier, and with a headache? Yuck. I’m all for sleeping, but this hardly seems worth the effort.

Last night was fun, though. It was a friend’s birthday party (hat themed, WTF? I wore a tin-foil beanie). Parties at her place are sometimes a craps shoot for me, because her house is small and I get claustrophobic when it gets crowded. I managed to score a chair at the back of the living room, though, so I stayed put. Let the entertainment come to me, was my theory. It worked well, too. There were all sorts of people I didn’t know–again, a craps shoot–but everything was fine right up until I left. At that point, some drunken shithead tottered up the stairs to the living room, taking pictures, which I’m NOT OKAY WITH, ASSHOLE! I told her not to take my picture, to which the only acceptable response is “Don’t worry, I won’t.” Instead, she said, “Why would you care, you don’t know me.” Grrr.

It’s weird to not drink at a drinking party (I was driving). I always get self-conscious when I drink, because I’m sure that anyone who isn\’t drinking must think I’m acting like an ass. I’m relieved to find that I’m not at all irritated by my friends’ inebriated behavior (I was mightily entertained last night, in fact). Rude, drunken strangers get on my last nerve, though. I guess that’s why I always preferred to go to parties instead of bars. Far better the drunks you know than the drunks you don’t, right?

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I’m also, I fear, working on some sort of respiratory disease. I suddenly lost my voice yesterday afternoon. It came back, but faded in and out. Now, it’s fading out again. I’m sure sitting in a room full of smoke last night didn’t help. Nor did getting full-on coughed on by someone who is getting over some sort of respiratory plague. He’s probably not contagious at this point, but if I come down with the plague, I’m blaming Wayne. Just because.

And now, I have to get ready to go to another birthday celebration. This one involves Mexican food, though, instead of drunks wielding cameras, so it should be thoroughly enjoyable. Mmmm… Veggie fajitas… Chili rellenos…

Miss Brown says, “Bring home a doggie bag, pleaseandthanks!” (Actually, she was drooling for tater tots, but I’m sure she’d drool for Mexican food, too.)

Crankypantsing, Pets

Speaking of Math…

I may be math challenged, but my dog is likely some sort of math jeenyous. According to this article, Miss Brown can run and do calculus at the same time. I am uber impressed.

When running from A towards C, the ball at B appears closer and closer as the dog gets closer to C, but its speed of approach to B diminishes (reaching zero at C). At some moment of its run, its speed of approach while running on the beach equals its speed of approach when swimming directly to the ball. If the dog jumps into the water at this moment, the strategy yields the same y value as that provided by the travel-time minimization model (where r is the dog\’s running speed, and s is its swimming speed).

I get a brain ache just trying to figure out what that means.

In art news, I worked on a bunch of ATC-sized mini-collages last night while I flipped between The Amazing Race and Independent Lens. I’m not a drama or theater buff, but the documentary on Oakley Hall III on Independent Lens was fascinating. I hope they re-run it, because I’d like to see the whole thing.

I haven’t scanned/photographed the collages yet. Hopefully, I’ll have time to do it tonight. I think I did 9 or 10 of them, and all but a couple are completely finished. Not a bad evening’s work, I think.