That’s kind of miserable, when you’re sitting at a computer.
Category: Crankypantsing
62F
The steam is off to the entire building. No hot water, and NO HEAT. ALL WEEK. Which wouldn’t seem like a problem, given that it’s the end of May, but it is goddamn freezing in here, yo. I brought yoghurt for breakfast and can’t even eat it, because I am a popsicle and eating something cold sounds like a really bad idea. Ugh. So instead I’m sucking down coffee as fast as I can.
Asbestos Abatement
At least I assume they’re removing asbestos. The entire center of the lobby is enclosed in a double wall of plastic. Charming, isn’t it.
One lane of traffic. I was tempted to turn around and go back home.
Lunch
We had an all-day in-house conference at work today. Aside from the miniature books at the Lilly, it was grim. It started at 8am with coffee but NO breakfasty food whatsoever. Not even a damn granola bar.
We got lunch. Vinegary artichoke heart veggie wrap and some kind of gooey pasta with gooey sauce. It was all kinds of awful. Well, except that lunch was long enough that I had a chance to visit the cemetery by the student union. That part was nice.
(The apple was really good! And the brownie was okay. So many carbs, though.)
Is There an Editor in the House?
This book was clearly converted from paper to text via OCR. You can tell by the lack of spacing in passages of dialogue, making it seem as if the characters are talking to themselves, and by the peculiar substitution of Em and Ell for I’m and I’ll, and alsoplustoo by the frequent instances where multiple words are run together.
Normally, you’d expect a human editor to clean up that mess. But you might also expect a human editor to have caught the misuse of “their” in the print version that the digital copy was made from. In both cases, you would be WRONG.
And this was not a 99 cent special from Bob’s Backyard DIY Publishing Shack, either. I paid $6.00 for that load of crap, which was published by St. Martin’s Press.
Ten Sticks of Butter, Hold the Veggies
I just watched the Pioneer Woman make a meal that contained, in total, ten sticks of butter. Two in the cake, three in mashed potatoes, one on top of mashed potatoes, one spread on each half of a loaf of French bread, and two melted and poured over beef tenderloins.
The only veggie was a cheese-topped salad the guests brought. Also, the cake had layers of whipped cream and Nutella, and the potatoes had half-and-half, cream cheese, and heavy cream in them.
And right after that, Trisha Yearwood showed a couple how to make a meal that contained zero veggies.
My stomach hurts just from watching that. I’m also wondering why the Food Network hates vegetables.
Bad Frances
That’s oil paint. Blue oil paint. Blue oil paint that stains like you would not believe. Frances’ tennis ball got stuck in a corner where one of the canvases I’ve been working on was drying.
In digging out her ball, she made a giant mess.
And for the second time in less than a month, I have removed oil paint from my dining room carpet. Also the living room carpet, because she tracked it everydamnwhere.
Bloody Weather
It’s -3F right now, at 10am, and my car doors are totally frozen shut. I’ve already damaged the seals by forcing them open, in the past, and I don’t want to trash them, so I’m stuck at home. Which would be fine but I’m getting cabin fever. And things are no looking better for next week, either.
-15F?! And 4-8 inches of snow?! This is southern Indiana, not the Arctic circle! And now they’re saying the snow is going start Saturday night, not Sunday.
Stay Assy, Facebook
So this happened. I posted about Frances getting locked in the bedroom today (don’t know if maintenance came in and shut her in the bedroom or if she somehow closed the door herself). She has confinement anxiety and totally freaked out, including exploding from both ends, all over the carpet. O gross! But mostly I was feeling awful that she had such a horrible, terrible day. Poor dog.
And then Facebook thought it would be just awesome to insert a carpet ad into my post. Totally inappropriate, I think! And there’s no way to flag the ad, so I’m complaining loudly about it on my Facebook page, and now here, too, because WHAT THE HELL, FACEBOOK? Are things so dire that you have to make a few pennies off my sick, scared dog?
Crankypantsing, AHOY!
My WordPress blog got hacked AGAIN. I’m beyond pissed off, not least because my web host was not at all helpful. So because I was pissed off, I deleted the whole damn thing, database and all. I should probably have had a margarita or two first, to cool off, but it’s done now. That blog went back to 2005 and was basically my online diary, and it’s gone. I did back up the database, but unless I want to start another WordPress blog, it’s not going to be very useful.
So. Here’s a photo of a ridiculously cute dog being ridiculously cute, because ridiculously cute dogs make everything better.
red paper boat 