I have witnessed a miracle of my very own, which is why the blog is back up. That, and my facebook status isn't long enough to handle my thoughts on why this country is now firmly in a very large handbasket.
About two years ago, I guess, the light switch in my bedroom suddenly stopped controlling the outlet it turned on and off. I tried replacing the light switch, replacing the outlet, and I was all out of ideas. Even my electrical subcontractor guys were stumped. Suddenly, this morning, it had regained control and now I can turn on my lights with the light switch. It's wonderful. Maybe a mouse in the wall reconnected the wires or something. Maybe the crickets are trying a peace offering so I will stop smushing them. Don't know, don't care. Light switches are a wonderful thing.
Not to incite all the conspiracy theorists or anything, but doesn't it seem a little convenient that Mexico (a country that is expecting a revolt against the government because it's doing a craptastic job) has this huge outbreak of a virus? And that, from one eyewitness report in Mexico City, the hospitals aren't even taking care of the sick people properly? All of this seems a little hinky to me. Was the measles "outbreak" that we had here just a warmup? Okay, everyone, make sure to get all of the 150 government suggested vaccines up to date!
Dearest Hilary: You can't prove that all the weapons in the Mexican drug wars are from the US, so hush.
Dearest Barry: Our country is not "arrogant". We just happen to think that we live in the best place on the planet. You can hush as well.
Is it December 2012, yet?
In an apparent effort to reinforce the 'branding' of JHU, the school asked Hopkins Symphony if we would please start calling ourselves JOHNS Hopkins Symphony. You know, to prevent everyone from thinking we are sponsored by Sir Anthony Hopkins, or to prevent the NFL from suing us just in case they thought we belonged to Wes Hopkins. Uh, yeah. The website was already "jhso" anyway. I think we should have held out for free parking, but as it stands we all get a 150% raise and 2x mileage reimbursement. (Don't get your hopes up, unemployed musicians, it's a volunteer orchestra.)
Not that I like when it happens, nor do I like hearing about it, but when is the last time you heard how many people died in the war today? It just hit me this morning that now the top stories are what kind of dog the president got.
On a lighter note, I now have a vacation to look forward to. Thanks to the help of http://www.bringfido.com, Jeff and Jake and myself are heading down to Myrtle Beach in 32 days (not that I'm counting). Hopefully it will be nice, and we can show Jake the ocean.
Back to work kiddies. The Army is testing ordnance again today so I've got enough distractions. :)
[Side note: I know the Deacs are out of the tournament, but my dad rocks at picking winning teams so I'm keeping it up.]
According to the USGS, we now have enough domestic oil to be independent. Can we please drill for it? Please? I'm tired of OPEC. I know that North Dakota can be beautiful places, but wouldn't it be better for the environment to drill there instead of all the tanker fuel it takes to put it on a boat from Iraq? We could use the extra profit to work on electric cars and all that other granola stuff.
You guys know I don't go out of myway to root for sports teams, but both of my parents went to Wake Forest, and they have a team in a sport that doesn't bore me to death so I'll root for them.
Sometimes at work, someone will ask me to do something that is really not my job. I usually consider it unless that person is lazy and could do this themselves perfectly well. In that case, I shove it back over to them. It's for their own good you know. They shouldn't be lazy like that. I usually include language such as "YOU should do this, this, and this . . . isn't that how YOU usually do it?" Especially if the original needer of the thing to be done asked the lazy person when they would have asked me if it was my responsibility. But dang it if someone didn't out-lazy me today and chuck it at my head in such a manner that if I don't do it then I look like a total bee-yotch. So I said we can put it on the agenda for the meeting on Monday. HA! Now it's his to do again! Zing-a-rooskie!
TGI-diddley-F.
I had an HVAC guy check out my heat pump this morning, due to an always-cold bedroom and a stupidly high electric bill (thanks deregulators!!). The good news: my heat pump is working fine. The bad news: my heat pump is working fine. <sigh> In order to resolve my problems I would need to do one or more of the following: a) install a second register in my bedroom, b) investigate the insulation in my bedroom walls and, if possible, force the HOA to up the insulation due to poor construction, c) get a new back door (which means getting the new one approved by the HOA), rip open the old one and figure out why it is freezing cold on the interior side, and, if possible, force the HOA to replace the door due to cheap construction, d) suck it up, get that 3M film stuff for my bedroom window, maybe blast the exterior of the building with that yellow foamy stuff in a can, save up for the 3 high heating bills every year and use my space heater. I'm most likely going with option D, because I don't like HOAs and I don't want to try to find the mechanical plan and all the rigamarole involved with option A.
More bad news: a couple of years ago I lent my steel design manual to the estimating dept. at work and now it's gone. I have a sneaking suspicion as to who has sticky fingers, but I would hate to have to show up on his doorstep and demand it back since he told me on the phone (and the response was a little too quick for my tastes) that he didn't have it, never saw it, never used it, never knew it existed. Office investigation #3 occurs this evening. If that doesn't work, I'm calling my old prof to see if he remembers how much I paid for it, and then check on the limitations on small claims court. Okay, maybe not, but it makes me feel better to think about it.
Obama will unveil this great new plan to help people with bad mortgages. Awesome, but, um, isn't this what the first stimulus package was supposed to do? I mean, that's how it was sold to the American public. Are they going to let everyone get reduced rate mortgages, or just the people that totally messed up? And now that congress-people are reading the bill they just passed, they are appalled at all the crap that's in it. Including a mag-lev train between Las Vegas and Disneyland. "Here kiddies, have fun with Mickey Mouse while we go on a train ride to gamble away your college funds!" What happened to reading stuff before you sign it? Or rather, letting people read stuff before you force them to vote on it?
Where are we going and why are we all in this huge handbasket?
I've come across some interesting points of trivia lately that I thought I would share, with source in parentheses.