Guess what happens when you google-image for “horseface”.
Yes. It's true.
She's the 7th result you get :D
The beaver is a proud and noble animal
Notes from a bemused canuck
Only in England would somebody water a lawn while it's raining…
… I'm leaving on December 19th. Katy worked out her leave schedule for the holidays and we're going to be in Canadia from the 19th to the 27th. So that means I'll be spending a few days in Montreal before the holidays, xmas at the folks' then fly back to England. Katy works on New Years, so we'll see if we can convince her folks to spend the weekend in Cambridge and have a booze fest :)
Today is not a good day.
The doctor's appointment that I thought was this afternoon is, was, in fact, yesterday. As such, the glorious excuse I had to get out of a full day of sitting on my ass in uncomfortable chairs listening to boring talks all day just went poof!
Conferences are evil. Even if I'm interested in the topic (which is rare), I can't stand sitting in cramped uncomfortable seats all day. I get fidgety. I get bored, and then I get pissy. It seems that academics are enamored with conferences. How people can enjoy them is beyond me. And now there's a full day of them.
YAY
I bought two tickets to go see the Blue Man Group at the New London Theatre. We have kick-ass seats for saturday, the 19th of november. Anybody want to come with us?
Katy's not doing well. Her throat is giving her grief and the antibiotics she's on are making her feel queezy. I think she's caught my cold. She's had a rough day. Make that a very rough day. This was supposed to be her first day back at work but when she managed to get in, they turned her around back home. She feels bad about all the time she's been off work. The good thing is that though her boss is scary, she also has a good head on her shoulders and realizes that the leave is justified, not frivolous.
As if that wasn't enough for today, we went to get the damage estimated on the car. It's not looking positive. Since the Rover plant went belly-up, the car value dropped like a stone and parts are getting scarce. That means that though the damage isn't *that* bad (mostly scratches all along the passenger side) and some bodywork, it comes up to about 1500 pounds worth of work and parts. Since the car is now worth only about a grand, that means it's probably going to be a write-off, even though the car is still mechanically and structurally sound. This sucks the big, pus-filled, boily ass. What's worse is that her driving confidence got a beating along with her car :(
We just had a little conversation, and I have to agree with her, she's due a hell of a lot of good karma in the next year cause this last one has been crappy. She's convinced she's jinxed. I'm trying hard to make her realize that if you get into that sort of frame of mind, you'll always focus on all the bad stuff and overlook the fact that some good stuff has happened as well. Still, I don't want to make light of the fact that the last year has been really, really tough on her.
Right now, she's not feeling well and I don't know how to make it better, except to ply her with tea (which makes everything better), ply her with hugs and generally try and give her a hand wherever I can.
Cause I love her.
And I'm worried about her.
So *hug*
From listening to the conversation over the weekend, I've come to the conclusion that my parents and Katy's are WAY too similar. As in twins-separated-at-birth-by-gypsies similar :)
Oh, and apparently, Katy and I are turning into our parents as well. Katy gets me to come from the bedroom into the living room to give her her cup of tea that's standing about 2 feet away. My mom does the same to my dad. When she's leaving for work in the morning (and isn't always all that awake), I ask her: do you have your lunch? your keys? your pass? your phone? My dad does the same to my mom.
Now I ask you… how scary is that?
Spent the weekend in Leicester with mom and Katy. They hit it off quite well. Had a nice time, marred only by the fact that my back is acting up. I've not been sleeping well for the last few days and this weekend was the worse yet. Bad dreams, tossing and turning, and the complete inability to lounge in bed in the morning because my back has been killing me :(
Not good.
ATLANTA, Georgia (AP) — Scientists have made from scratch the Spanish flu virus that killed as many as 50 million people in 1918, the first time an infectious agent behind a historic pandemic has ever been reconstructed.
Full article here: http://www.cnn.com/2005/HEALTH/conditions/10/05/1918.flu.pandemic.ap/index.html?section=cnn_us
My first thought is … what's the worst that could happen? And then I remember that we're talking about the US here…