I was trying to use Google Translate to make sure I was interpreting a Spanish language title correctly. I had previously used it to check something in German, and that setting stuck, so Google tried to translate Spanish as if it were German. It lost it’s damn mind.
It’s finally here! When I walked the dog this morning, I wore a hoodie, and I was still a little cold.
I think the Storm app pulls data from Weather Underground. I looked at the WU website, and sure enough, there’s a weather station in Bloomington that’s reporting 129F. The hourly forecast at the bottom of the image is closer to reality.
I mostly like the Storm weather app, but it has some icons that are a little odd. And then there are the occasional high surf warnings. We don’t actually have surf, being land-locked. I assume the warning is for high water on the Ohio River.
I work for a state institution, so we get paid time pff for all the usual federal holidays. However, where I work, we have the option of working on some holidays and banking the holiday hours for later use. MLK day is one of those holidays.
On the one hand, I worked all weekend, so having a day off would be nice. On the other, saving that time for future snow days would be prudent. On the other-other, it’s supposed to be asthma-inducing cold tomorrow at 6am, which is when I leave for work.
Hmf.
Losing David Bowie and Alan Rickman in the same week is unacceptable.
He was in a whole load of wonderful movies. One of my favorite, and I think less well known, is Blow Dry. It’s perfectly lovely.
Rickman, who has died at the age of 69, was irresistible even at his most acid, and leaves behind an astonishing legacy of indelible performances
Source: Alan Rickman: an actor of singular charm and hypnotic charisma | Film | The Guardian
This is ridiculous. The low heating bill will be nice, though.
It’s the Feast of All Saints. But more importantly (to me, me, me!), it is now November and I have not yet had to turn on the heat.
That is all. As you were, comrades.
As a child of the 70s, this is what I think of whenever ISIS is mentioned.
It isn’t officially summer until you’ve been caught in a sudden cloudburst and soaked to the skin.
So I can cross that one off the To Do list.
red paper boat 