Here’s a bit o’ cross-cultural trivia for you: Yesterday may have been Pi Day (and a couple of other Days besides, which I won’t go into here) but today is yesterday was also… White Day!
Tip of the hat to Brent for bringing this to our attention. We now return you to your regularly scheduled weekend.
[EDIT] – What do you know? I’m an idiot. I didn’t pay attention to the date on the entry, or what day it is today. Baka.
Hey. Happy Pi Day!
It’s the end of a long, slow work week. My health has returned, but my insomnia has decided to make up for lost time. I haven’t had a full, restful night of sleep since Saturday. Well, at least I’m back to normal, eh?
My employers threw a company party at my supervisor’s house, a suitable venue because they have a bigger house than they need and a big basement room filled with toys… pool table, pinball machine, and so forth. I proved yet again that I’m no good at competitive games, but I had fun enough. Side note: One of the guests used to work for Monqui, which means we both know Jaime Cooley, former music director & air talent at KNRK. Small world!
Part of my weekend plans involve cleaning. I’ve been dead to the world for the last few weeks, so my bedroom and bathroom aren’t in the best of repair. It’s high time I did something about that.
Kyla and I have found a new addiction: Top Gear. Hey, we’ve gotta do something while waiting for more Avatar, let alone the new season of Doctor Who.
I think that’s everything for now. More to come, when I start doing post-worthy things with my life again.
I’ll make this quick because I’m tired…
As of last Saturday, I’m thirty-six years old. Hurrah! I enjoyed quality time with my daughter (mostly spent playing Heroes of Might and Magic V) and dinner out with Kyla and a bunch of former coworkers (during which I tried lamb kabobs for the first time, which I rather liked) and received birthday presents of a water bottle (don’t knock it, I’d mentioned getting one) and a gift card useful for buying DVDs (I’m not an addict, I can stop any time, honest) and the door to my room has been repaired so I no longer have to wrench my arm to latch it (seriously, I spent part of Sunday just going in and out of my room to enjoy how easy it is to operate the door now).
I am also, as of some-time-late-this-weekend, pretty much over the Killer Death Flu Of Death, Wot Kills. Finally. Our long national nightmare two-week ordeal is finally over. Now to try to get caught back up on my life…
The $150 professional in-person service confirmed what the $50 online service (no, I didn’t pay for that one, but that’s what it would have cost if I’d filed that way) said: I owe the fine State Of Oregon over three hundred dollars in taxes this year, and I’m only getting a bit more than twice that back from the United States of blessed America’s federal government.
You see, it turns out that I made too many bonuses last year. Terrific. I now need to adjust my withholdings so that the maximum possible taxes are being taken out. Awesome.
So much for any plans I had for doing… well, pretty much anything at all this spring. If you’ll excuse me, I need to find something fun and uplifting to do… something that I’m capable of doing, anyway, considering that I’m still a plague carrier with no stamina or breathing capacity or equilibrium. I flat out refuse to get depressed over this, but I am a bit… annoyed. Put out. Something.
Before I go, I’d like to address something to a surprisingly high percentage of my fellow patrons of Portland’s fine public transportation system today:
Dear unwashed, uncouth masses,
Would it kill you to bathe more than once a week? How about laundering your clothes while you’re at it? And hey, your friend is sitting right next to you so I’m 100% certain that you don’t have to converse at full shouty level. Oh, and while I know what opinions are like, it would still go a long way toward making you sound like less of a complete moron if you’d perform the tiniest bit of research into those so-called “facts” you keep spouting off about medicine, politics, religion or pretty much any other fact-based topic. I wouldn’t trust you people to tell me that the Earth will continue in its present orbit into tomorrow. You are all a collective blight upon humanity.
With disdain in my heart,
– The Little Grey Duck
