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Looking For Quacks In The Pavement

Author: Karel Kerezman

  • The Birthday That Was

    My birthday celebration was stretched over several days…

    • On Friday, Lil’ took me on a trip to the Beaverton Powell’s store; I came home with several books and the yin/yang devil ducky.
    • On Saturday, Kylanath and Erica gave me cards and ducks (two more from the pastel Bath & Body Works line) and a sweater. Also? We ate… this delightful confection that Kylanath put together for me (and that Erica had way too much fun beheading, hmm…):

    • Later on Saturday, I bought a new pair of shoes. They’d better last a long while; Doc Martens charges a pretty penny. Still, they’re incredibly comfortable and they’ve got to be more durable than the “cheap” ($50+) shoes I’ve been buying at Fred Meyer lately…
    • On Sunday, well, that day mostly consisted of vegging out and doing laundry and playing games. Nothing to complain about, really.
    • On the day itself? I got up early, went to work, and received the traditional signed-by-the-office-staff birthday card. Oh, and The Roomie foraged some grub so I didn’t end up just making a sandwich for dinner tonight (on account of being too brain-fried to put any kind of effort into food preparations).

    All in all? My entry into “being 38” didn’t go too badly, no, not too badly at all…

  • Nearly 38

    Man, I can’t even get the hang of posting every Monday, apparently. I was doing good at that for a while, but you can see that I fell off of that particular wagon, too…

    My birthday’s in a few days. I took yesterday off partly as a birthday present to myself (the day itself is Monday, but Kylanath couldn’t get that day off, I couldn’t get today off, so yesterday was the best I could do) and partly to recover from the intensely horrid stretch of work, and partly to enjoy City of Heroes’ double-XP “weekend”.

    I have writing to do, here, and some good habits to reestablish. (It’s stupid to try to “break bad habits,” I think, and smarter to replace them with good habits, since I only have so much time in the day I figure the new will replace the old, or something. I’m quite mentally worn out, so maybe I’m blowing smoke up my own backside. Time will tell.)

    So. Let’s see if I can manage my 38th year better than I managed my 37th.

  • Double Mocha Qwerty

    I thought I’d left these calls behind me for good when I was dumped from my old job…

    “Hi, my keyboard doesn’t work.”

    “Really.”

    “Yeah, see, I spilled my coffee on it.”

    “Yep, that’s why it doesn’t work.”

    “How can I fix it?”

    “You can’t. You got coffee in your keyboard.”

    “But I dried it out!”

    “It died the moment the coffee hit it, I’m afraid.”

    “Really?”

    “Really.”

    “Are you sure?”

    “Really sure.”

    “But I liked that keyboard…”

    What’s worse, she’d snagged some other keyboard (I shudder to guess from where) and plugged it in without powering down the PC first, and the “new” keyboard isn’t USB, so… she damned near fried the computer’s keyboard connector, never mind the whole motherboard of the PC. So far so good, though: Rebooting got the “new” keyboard working, though not before the client could regale me with five more minutes’ worth of “I’m not a computer person” and “I wish you could make my old keyboard work.”

    Sigh. Oh well, you take the bad with the good, right?

  • Shelf Spacing

    While Kylanath and I were out and about yesterday we picked up a set of shelves for her (“What do you get the girl who loves books?”) and a set of shelves for me. Thankfully Ikea now offers $20 65-pound-capable handcarts for those of us who take the MAX to and fro.

    Tonight I assembled my set of shelves…

    …and filled them full within five minutes of assembly. The new one’s on the left. Sadly, the ducks on the right are just for show: I have another box of books to unpack. Eventually I won’t have any books remaining in boxes, they’ll all be shelved! I figure that’ll be about five minutes before I found out I’m moving again, but hey, whatever.

  • The Fifth Sense

    Usually, I can’t smell much of anything.

    I’m not entirely certain why, but it’s a fact I’ve grown to live with. Of course, if something is particularly powerful, it gets through. Too bad that of the strongest odors are actually unpleasant, eh?

    Today is different for some reason. I woke up being able to smell all kinds of things; that ability has remained with me all day long. Now, had this been a weekend I’d have enjoyed this more. Going to work was already unappealing, never mind that my nose and I would be stuck in an office all day long.

    Yes, folks, this is what counts for nose news in my world lately…

  • 2264

    $2264.

    That’s the difference in my gross income between 2008 and 2009.

    Negative difference.

    At least I have a job, yes, I know. But.

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