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Individual soapboxes.
let’s see if i remember how to make a post.
well, that was easy.
hola!
ok ... not much of a blog entry.
i guess i’m not in a very talkative mood. i’d add a smiley, bit i can’t seem to find them. oh, well. :-D
The next time I tell you that a colleague of ours is dying, and you’re tempted to say again that you can turn that into good news by saying that he’s going to be an angel, just take a page from Clint Eastwood and SHUT YOUR FACE instead. ‘K?
I want to buy a Barack Obama bracelet, but they’re only offered in black and white. WHICH ONE SHOULD I CHOOSE??
I Am A: Neutral Good Human Sorcerer (6th Level)
Ability Scores:
Strength-10
Dexterity-10
Constitution-10
Intelligence-14
Wisdom-14
Charisma-12
Alignment:
Neutral Good A neutral good character does the best that a good person can do. He is devoted to helping others. He works with kings and magistrates but does not feel beholden to them. Neutral good is the best alignment you can be because it means doing what is good without bias for or against order. However, neutral good can be a dangerous alignment because because it advances mediocrity by limiting the actions of the truly capable.
Race:
Humans are the most adaptable of the common races. Short generations and a penchant for migration and conquest have made them physically diverse as well. Humans are often unorthodox in their dress, sporting unusual hairstyles, fanciful clothes, tattoos, and the like.
Class:
Sorcerers are arcane spellcasters who manipulate magic energy with imagination and talent rather than studious discipline. They have no books, no mentors, no theories just raw power that they direct at will. Sorcerers know fewer spells than wizards do and acquire them more slowly, but they can cast individual spells more often and have no need to prepare their incantations ahead of time. Also unlike wizards, sorcerers cannot specialize in a school of magic. Since sorcerers gain their powers without undergoing the years of rigorous study that wizards go through, they have more time to learn fighting skills and are proficient with simple weapons. Charisma is very important for sorcerers; the higher their value in this ability, the higher the spell level they can cast.
Find out What Kind of Dungeons and Dragons Character Would You Be?, courtesy of Easydamus (e-mail)
wow this has changed ... how to summarize ‘nuttin much’? ... hmmm ... who knows?
I thought I’d pop in to say hi. Life has been reasonably uneventful except for a weird 15 minutes of fame involving the use of secondary refrigerators in Canadian households .... maybe sometime I’ll get around to writing something about that
Anyway, I hope everyone is doing reasonably well!
Now I have to head back to pretending to be able to cook for a say ...
When I was a kid, I used to like Lily Tomlin’s Ernestine. She knew how to treat a customer with style.
“We’re the phone company. We don’t care. We don’t have to.”
I’m sure that whoever designed the new telephone system for our local provider used her as a model.
How do I know? For some reason, one of our long distance calls ended up on the bill from our local provider. $1.93 for a 9 minute call.
So, I phoned their customer service line, and after pressing a gazillion buttons and saying “yes” and “bill” and “other” a few times, I hear the sound of a ‘phone ringing’. Then no sound. Then the sound of the phone ringing again. Then no sound. Then an automated voice saying something like “Our system seems to be having problems. Good-bye.”
I’ve got a momentary lull in the frenzied pace that is my normal life, and I can’t do a damned thing with it.
After weeks (okay, months) of working overtime, one medical crisis after another, and a road trip with the kids, I’ve got a couple of days off before I go back to work (and head off to a conference). After juggling so many issues that my brain was going nonstop, my desk was covered with post-it notes, and I resorted to emailing notes to myself from home, I suddenly can’t hold a thought in my head at all. Any noise breaks what little concentration I can summon up; most of the time, no matter where I am, I end up just listening to whatever’s going on (which right now is a Weird Al Yankovic video that the 7-year-old is watching downstairs). It’s as if my head has shut down, and I find myself nodding off several times a day.
I’ve got tons of things to take care of with this free time. I know I do. I just can’t ... move.
Mmmm. Trees.
Part of what I’m going to miss when I move back to the big city is the farmer. I’ve been interviewing to go back to work doing the oppressing the poor thing since my work with Anthony finished. I still miss him so much.
In any event, there are no small farmers in S.W. Kansas anymore. They all run pretty large operations. They all have taken big risks hawking the farm and home to the bank so they could plant another year. They all have come out the other side with farm and home intact. Talking with the farmer is no longer talking to a hucklebee. Yet, they’d like you to think that.
I’m down at the local tavern having a few beers with some folks. Included in the mix is a farmer that I know and like. I like him because when he stakes out a position, popular or unpopular, he never runs from it. There is also some history of him drinking with the underage college kid that played on a softball team with him, thereby avoiding any questions by the barmaid about said kid’s age. The college kid shall remain unidentified.
I really should invest in call display some day.
But then again, maybe not. I’d miss classic moments like tonight’s.
Phone rings. Against my better judgment, I answer.
First there’s the obligatory hello / how are you chitchat as you wait for the telemarketer to start the spiel.
Then the telemarketer thanks me for last year’s donation to the charity he’s collecting funds for.
I just did my taxes on the weekend so I know I didn’t have any tax receipt from this particular charity. So I doubt that I actually gave them anything.
The telemarketer gives me a phone number that I can call to get a copy of last year’s receipt (which I strongly doubt actually exists).
I tell him that once I phone the number and check things out I’ll decide what to do.
The telemarketer tries to get me to make a commitment to a donation before I check things out. I tell him no ... etc.
Finally, he says in a really-snarky-kind-of-threatening voice"Ma’am I will not be phoning you back.”
Does he realize that’s exactly what I want? For him NOT to call back. 
I was more than halfway through James Joyce’s Finnegans Wake when I decided it probably wasn’t a good book for me to be reading at the time. It’s a wonderful example of creativity with words and rhythms (set in an almost incomprehensible narrative). Full of sounds and images that are shaped by his Catholic past. One of the passages that I have marked in the book is : “haloed be her eve, her singtime sung, her rill be run, unhemmed as it is uneven.” (This is actually one of the few books that I own where I have passages marked. I rarely mark up a book at all. Even the ones that I use professionally at work.)
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