It is entirely possible to meet famous people in the Midwest. Hell, isn't there always a M*A*S*H cast member at the dinner theatre in KC?

Wait, a terrabyte is bigger, though, right? Terabyte? Or did I just make that up?

1 terabyte is 1000 GB.

Now I have to go check my stove

1 terabyte is 1000 GB.

Is it 1000 or 1024? I know they mess with that for some measures, but I can never remember which.

According to Wikipedia (welcome back!), it's 1000 GB. 1024 GB is a tebibyte.

Jamie Farr, pretty much. I suppose I'm being too picky -- I want a sexy or geeky famous person.

I can't get to sleep yet. Bleargh.

I occasionally leave a burner on, which makes me feel dumb. But then I usually check the stove three times to make sure I didn't leave a burner on. Going back the fourth time doesn't make me feel any less dumb. I R distractable, apparently.

And herewith I bring up styles of coexistance. If I find a burner on, I turn it off. Or re-wash the dirty dish, or put the butter back in the fridge, or return the flashlight to the drawer. If I think of it later, in conversation, I'll mention it. If not, deed is done, we're good.

If H finds a burner on, the milk left out, the spoon in the knife drawer, or a dish that didn't get clean, he's compelled to show me, and tell me about it. It's not a punishment thing, it's more an assigning responsibility thing. I try not to resent it. In fact, I've brought him dirty spoons and the half-full filter pitcher and dishes shelved in the wrong cabinet... and it all just feels so petty. Fix it. And move on. Right?

If H finds a burner on, the milk left out, the spoon in the knife drawer, or a dish that didn't get clean, he's compelled to show me, and tell me about it. It's not a punishment thing, it's more an assigning responsibility thing. I try not to resent it. In fact, I've brought him dirty spoons and the half-full filter pitcher and dishes shelved in the wrong cabinet... and it all just feels so petty. Fix it. And move on. Right?

I bring stuff like that up to DH because the alternative is waiting until the millionth tiny thing is one tiny thing too much and I wind up screaming WHY CAN'T YOU JUST WASH A FORK LIKE A NORMAL HUMAN BEING when really it's not his fault because he has no fucking clue I was mad about the forks not being clean in the first place. But that's just us.

Anyone want to explain why my printer keeps defaulting back to the printer in the wrong office? Shouldn't this be something I only have to reset once?

Also, and this is a serious question, the past few days my car has had frost on the inside front windshield. I can't figure out what I might be leaving open for moisture to be getting in. Any ideas? The heat/ac vent is definitely closed, so are the windows and sunroof.

Grrr. My shuttle to work filled up and left five minutes early this morning. Somehow, starting this fall, there have been a bunch of new people taking it, and I DO NOT APPRECIATE it. I hate when it's so crowded anyway, and this morning my options were wait a half-hour in Barnes & Noble (with no smartphone) or take a cab. We took a cab. Luckily, I had a friend to split it with, but @@@@@@@

Leaky seal somewhere.

I know my car has a leak. Where it is, I do not know. I've resigned myself to this fact.