Timelies. I'm back at LAX waiting for yet another flight.
'Bushwhacked'
Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Health~ma for Matt.
Travel~ma for Drew.
I survived the dentist. Actually I feel like I have gotten away with something here. The worst discomfort was from holding my mouth open. Dentist was cute and friendly, and talking about all the toys he put in his kids' Easter Baskets (they made out like bandits, aside from the fact that as children of a dentist, they didn't get any candy). He got rid of the old filling that was in there, and re-filled it, plus used amalgam to build up the spot that fell out.
Right now I'm waiting for a seat assignment. The joy of a last minute booking.
upgrade~ma, ND
I don't know whether to laugh or cry:
Going from the Exchange floor to the Prison Yard?
Wall Street Prison Consultants
Sigh. I was supposed to tutor today. This girl emailed me, saying that she's taking Math and Politics and is having trouble with it, and that the professor suggested me as a tutor. I've TAed this class twice, and I don't think any of the other grad students in the department have ever taught or TAed it at all, so I figured that was why I was recommended. She got to my office today, and showed me what they were doing in class and she needed help with, and it was completely different topics than were taught when I TAed it. It was game theory stuff, which I know a little bit of the basic ideas of, but I didn't remember enough to actually help this girl. So, after 10 minutes of trying, I apologized and recommended someone else that might be able to help her.
So I had an interesting day at work. Mostly due to severe weather stuff and some ...vague policies and it's not going to be pretty tomorrow I think.
Also my credit union sent out letters about new debit cards that were being sent out. I didn't get one, but I got a new debit card. Mom and I bank at the same place, and so she read the letter. And then called back to say she forgot to read the part about how PINs were being sent for the cards under a seperate letter and you had to go to the credit union to change it to a personal PIN. And it advised not to destroy your old card until you did this.
Of course I already destroyed the old card. So now I get to go to the credit union on my lunch break.
The last time something like this happened the credit union accidentally set the cards to deactivate on the day the letter explaining all this was supposed to be mailed out.
Cigars are MUCH stronger than cigs. I am a pretty hard smoker, and I smoke cloves. A couple of good puffs of a cigar and I am dizzy and kinda nasueous.
grammar help:
I said that something that went from 20.97% to 23.81% increased by almost 3 percentage points. Am I using the phrase "percentage points" correctly?
I swear I've been in the tax preparation equivalent of groundhog day, but I am done. Either the Georgia state instructions are stupider than I remember or I am. Still, telling you to fill in line 11 then line 12 and *then* telling you not to fill in line 11 if you filled in line 12 does qualify as stupid.