I HATE doing television. I like having done television, except the part where people email me misogynist emails after, but I hate doing it. Except PBS. PBS is awesome. But network tv, I hate it so much. And yet, I keep doing it. I miss radio.
The church around the corner from my sister’s house has “black lives matter” on its message board.
It is so hot. I am not going outside again until Fall.
Sigh. Since we’re no longer in Paradise, Outback has become an acceptable take-out option again. I keep thinking, “we should totally walk into downtown tonight” and then remember that we can’t, and even if we could there wouldn’t be anything there worth eating anyway because it’s the wrong downtown. Our downtown is literally >50% bars. Sigh.
Strongbow is so yummy but man is my alcohol tolerance low.
I dreamed about a pilot for a Vulcan drama called Spockticus. But the network decided it wanted a light-hearted comedy instead and renamed it Cupid.
Julian Assange was speaking on NPR so I flipped to the other public radio station. It usually plays oldies in the morning but the host is a misogynist creep so I don’t tend to listen much if he’s talking. (The radio station does have other shows that are totally awesome, just not this one.) I heard, for the first time in my life, the unedited lyrics to Take a Walk on the Wild Side. Yes, as Wikipedia says, the reference to “colored girls” is problematic to US audiences. Ugh.
DC2 hates cheese and loves broccoli. This seems backwards to me, but kind of makes sense in that one has to get nutrients from somewhere. (In fact, the only milk product DC2 will eat in sizeable quantities is ice cream. Zie doesn’t seem to be allergic, but who knows.)
So DH was all, “I like Tesla’s logo, it’s like a spiky T.” And I was all, “OHHHHHH… I kept trying to figure out if it was supposed to be a stylized cow skull or a uterus. T makes much more sense.”
Flipped through the FrugalWoods blog now that they’ve moved out of the city. Man, homesteading sounds like an enormous boring drag. More power to them, I guess? But definitely not the life I would want AT ALL. Maybe if they were both not employed and the kid was older? Still, it sounds busy but dull.
Giving stuff away before moving, what do people want most? Balance bikes and coolers.
Since we’re moving and the other half of the duplex moved, the new landlord took this as a sign to sell the duplex.
We discovered that our rental place isn’t actually 1200 sq ft as advertised, but 1080 sq ft. So it’s even more impressive that we were able to survive here for a year with two kids. :) (Also we’re not getting quite as much a deal on the rent as we’d thought, but it’s still pretty reasonably priced.)
Giving stuff away is surprisingly irritating. DH is saying maybe we should just pay money to rent a uhaul to take stuff to goodwill. Man people are so entitled and flaky sometimes. Not all people, but some people. Also I suspect that some of these SAHM would be better off getting jobs than sending long detailed emails about why they’re the best person to get whatever free thing. Though perhaps they would have been better choices than the entitled flaky people who often email first and that’s why they do it.
Last time we did something like this, we had an alley behind the house we were renting and the freecycle wasn’t ridiculous. So we were able to say, “lots of free stuff out in the alley at this address” and people just took stuff and updated freecycle without us having to actually talk to people complaining about the quality of said free stuff or why they couldn’t wait a week to pick it up. Here that’s strictly prohibited and we have to set up appointments. UGH.
We did put up free signs on some furniture and put it in our driveway (sort of like an all-free garage sale), but some is too heavy to take outside the house and bring back in.
Eventually we got rid of most of it and were able to fit goodwill stuff into the car.
I loved the way at the convention that HRC had a Bernie narrative that healed rather than divided, even if some divisiveness would have been justified. Sometimes if you tell the positive narrative enough, everyone starts to believe it until it becomes the truth.
DH says: the shower epiphany fairy says to use piano wire
TFW the day before you are about to give a talk you check your presentation and your external harddrive has an error that has caused said presentation to disappear.
And the silence while you desperately check your automatic backup for a copy.
TFW you realize the corrections you made didn’t show up on your harddrive’s backup because it only syncs when you plug in, not when you are working.
But thank goodness you at least have a copy you can make changes to and you don’t have to start over from scratch. I sure hope I caught them all and hope I didn’t make any new slides that are now gone…
Before we got our new clothes washer, DH had to buy another pack of underpants because apparently he was the only person in the family who didn’t have enough clothing to last until Tuesday.
Latest piece of ridiculousness: the “room mother” has asked each elementary school student to bring in a single flower on Tuesday morning for Teacher Appreciation Week (to be gathered into a bouquet for the teacher). At the end of the email was a little passive aggressive note about not letting your child feel left out because of not participating. She did not translate the email into any of the common non-English languages spoken by school families. She did not think about the fact that a majority of kids live in apartments and do not have gardens and that Tuesday is not a great day for people who shop on the weekends. I predict that the school will lose some of its foliage as a result.
DH says there is no point in filing a magnet (it doesn’t get smaller).
DH says, it took two weeks and $3000, but now when I pull this lever, this magnet spins.
DH says: Detroit has a place called plum market that sells some zingermans products, like coffee cake and candy bars. Detroit may be my new favorite airport.
Money back from taxes (yay) goes straight back to the government to pay next year’s estimated taxes (booo). At least we can send direct… I think maybe next year when our situation has evened out again I’ll start getting more withheld from my paycheck because it’s less painful than writing big estimated taxes checks and takes less memory. (Why do we pay estimated taxes? Mainly because we’re earning money in taxable accounts from dividends that get dripped back into their respective indexes. So, can’t complain about making money for having money.)
Apparently you don’t get a 7 day grace period when you’ve gotten a kindle book as a gift rather than purchasing it yourself (if you, for example, accept and then realize the book is not worth reading or you’ve already read it or whatever).
related: if you’re thinking that a Balogh reissue looks like it might be worth putting on your amazon list because it has a small number of 5 star ratings and no bad ratings, just don’t.
I think you also can’t loan kindle books you got as a present rather than purchasing yourself.
I woke up with the theme song to the tv show Benson stuck in my head. And I thought to myself, that was a show about a black man as lieutenant governor. I wonder why they don’t make more tv shows like that these days and I wonder why so few people talk about that show. So I looked it up on Google and realized that I had come to the show rather late and that Benson actually started out as the Magic Negro Trope butler and was apparently canceled by the network just before getting a chance to become governor. So kind of a bittersweet thing. I just happened to come in at the right age to miss the more racist stuff. Also, with the google I was able to put Robert Guillaume the musical theater actor together in my mind with the guy who played Benson.
omg. DH came home with a Kringle from TJ’s imported from Wisconsin and it tasted just like I remembered. I hadn’t thought about kringles for years. Sooooo good. Pecan too, which is my favorite (or maybe cheese or cherry, but pecan seems more standard). Oh man.
DC2 has learned knock-knock jokes. Hilarity ensues.
Inside blog joke: “New pet’s name at the shelter is currently bogart, but I’m going to change it.” “You should totally change it to Alexicographer.”
It is not interesting to watch laypeople argue about the definition of a jargon term. Especially when that term is already ill-defined within the disciplines that use it.
DH says: ooh, I might be making progress! it’s Science!
DH gets seriously bad breath when he starts losing weight.
I had sympathy for someone who was complaining about student loan payments and how they’re so far behind other people their age until I read about their frequent exotic vacation travel that they splurge on because they should be allowed to splurge on something. Choices = consequences– you could choose to not take such regular vacations and then you could have the bigger house you’re begrudging other people or you could make a bigger dent in your loans. Those people you’re complaining about could have chosen to go on vacations instead, but they didn’t, they chose the things you think it’s unfair that they have and you don’t. Because somehow travel money is different from regular money used to buy boring things?
Someone famous who used to comment on our blog (but who I have never met and hasn’t the slightest clue who I am either bloggily or professionally) is giving a talk nearby today. I wonder if I should go. [update: I can’t because DH is out of town and DC1 has a piano lesson. Booo.]
I didn’t think it could happen, but I’ve actually gotten kind of tired of the food at Trader Joe’s.
quote from current lab meeting: “who’s got two thumbs and knows how to research? I do!”
I should always get someone else to come up with a title for my papers. The papers I name myself have the lamest names. Back in high school I feel like I came up with better titles. (One memorable history title: “Iran around the plateau”… though I forget what came after the colon. I think I also had one called, “Pope on a rope.” That one was about different European countries attempting to control the power of the papacy back in the day.) Today mine are more like, “Using X to Y” or “The effect of X on Y”. When other people come up with the titles they’re a lot sexier.
“[Complaining about unreasonable deadlines.] Since my boss doesn’t live in reality, he is bound to be disappointed.” — Overheard on the subway.
Whenever DH travels for work, I miss him and my sanity.
I don’t like it when people at work tell folks to clean up after themselves “because your mother isn’t here.” As if somehow it is a mother’s responsibility to clean up after people’s messes. Grr. Stupid patriarchy. Even my 3 year old can clean up after hirself so long as there’s no broken glass, and when there is broken glass, well, isn’t that facilities’/daddies’ responsibility? (I’m sure they don’t want to be paying me workers comp because I sliced open my typing hand, given that facilities generally has things like gloves and dustpans and little brooms and stuff).
I’ve temporarily taken to calling both of our children, “George”. It makes it easier. Especially when they call me, “Daddy.” (I will love them and cuddle them…)
Our dishwasher is broken. Oh man, I hope either DH can fix it when he gets back (it’s an electrical problem according to the error codes and DH is pretty good with those so long as zie is careful about wire color) or the landlord (partner of our former landlord) actually sends somebody to fix it because I don’t want to buy a new dishwasher that we’re only going to use for a handful of months. DC1 is learning how to wash dishes! Efficiently! Update: I found another site that mentioned a first step is unplugging and replugging (just like a computer) and DH suggested it might be plugged in under the sink (it was), so I tried that. It no longer has an error code, but I will have to wait for dishes before testing it. It would be lovely if rebooting it just worked without having to replace any circuit boards. It’s amazing how much can be solved by just starting all over from scratch with a reboot. Update 2: Now it’s giving a different error code, one that I can’t find on the internet. This can wait for DH.
DC1 has just discovered grown-up They Might Be Giants. I am enjoying conversations in which zie puzzles out the meaning behind Birdhouse in your soul (possibly the only TMBG grown-up song that makes sense…). Zie still hasn’t figured it out, but we’ve had much discussion.
DC1 brought home fur elise from hir new piano teacher. It was amazing how the second time I played it my fingers instinctively remembered where to go, especially in the hard part in the middle.
DC2 wants a walrus for a pet. I think zie has been reading too much Pigeon.
The problem with having fur elise completely and totally memorized is that every time DC1 makes a wrong note it bugs the crap out of me. That is an E, not a C. An E, gosh darn it!
I found out that DC1’s teacher has been mispronouncing hir name all semester. DC1 has corrected hir, but zie has forgotten.
DC1 wants to go back to hir small private school next year. We’ll see.
What do you supposed it’s like when you put two narcissists in a room together? Do they find each other irritating or do they just talk past each other or what?
DC1 got mostly Bs in reading/writing (there are like 25 different “reading/writing” items). Not sure what to do about that. Zie also got a “needs improvement” in PE. Not sure what to do about that either. And a B in science, though the science teacher based that grade on 3 short multiple choice quizzes (two of which DC1 missed two problems on) and a final exam. He’s pretty lazy for an elementary school teacher– assigns but doesn’t check homework. A’s in math and a note that DC1 has run out of 5th grade math, so the teacher will be supplementing in class and has suggested more Kahn Academy at home.
Update: DC1 finished Kahn Academy’s 6th grade math and is 40% done with 7th grade. I think there’s a lot of overlap so that isn’t quite as impressive as it sounds– after finishing 6th grade, zie started 7th grade with 36% already done. We’re thinking it will slow down once it reaches algebra.
I took the love languages quiz and got: 8 “words of affirmation”, 7 “quality time”, 0 “receiving gifts”, 8 “acts of service”, and 7 “physical touch”. These results are pretty similar to my myers-briggs and a bunch of other professional personality tests that I’ve taken where, with a few exceptions, I tend to be pretty close to the middle for a lot of things.
DC2 was drawing a picture on a letter for DC1 to take to the school retreat. First zie drew a stick figure of DC1. Then sie drew a cross and said, “Jesus died on the cross.” Then zie drew a dead Jesus blob. Then zie kind of obliterated the cross. (It’s not even Easter! At the last religious daycare DC1 went to, I asked how they were handling the scarier parts of the bible but didn’t think to ask at this one because it’s the same denomination as the last one and I figured it was just Catholics who were into teaching the scary parts to toddlers. Guess not.) The other week zie was telling us about Samson and Delilah. The lesson zie took was to never get a haircut because you will lose your power so DC2 is getting pretty shaggy. DH says, “Not everybody gets a dead Jesus, at least not in the mail.” I really wish they would stick to baby Jesus, at least for this season.