September 29, 2008

Everything’s coming up roses

When I was growing up, my mom and dad would throw me and my sister in the ol’ minivan and we’d set out on a grand adventure. (Gas was cheap and for some reason my sister and I didn’t kill each other in our second-row captain’s seats, although I admit there was a fair amount of poking and glaring.) Granted, these trips weren’t always so grand, such as the time that we decided somewhere in south-central Illinois around 3 p.m. that we’d like to visit Hannibal and see all the Mark Twain exhibits. We arrived at 5:05. The exhibits all closed at 5. Pretty sure Mom still hasn’t let Dad forget that one.

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September 26, 2008

The good new days

M and I attended the wedding of one of his colleagues last weekend. Lovely affair. Beautiful bride, handsome groom, blah blah blah. I did my usual inspection of the hired photog (he was shooting Canon with a Quantaray external battery pack, and couldn’t bounce flash off the ceiling because it was too high, just FYI. Most girls look at the dresses. I look at the gear, then the dresses.) The family sitting in front of us pulled out an SLR to take pictures, as is common. Two things struck me, though. First, they have never turned off the auto-focus confirmation beep. Which is a ridiculous thing to ever install on a camera, especially an SLR. So, during the aisle walks and the ceremony, this was heard in the relatively small church: beep beep! click. beep beep beep! click. beep! click. Not exactly what one wants as audio background to your wedding vows. The official photographer was loaded with gear and moved all over the place, but stealthy as a black cat on Halloween. He blended and was unobtrusive. As opposed to cousin Bernie with his fancy schmancy SLR that beeped every 20 seconds.

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September 24, 2008

Making a difference

Went to a “Women and Science” luncheon sponsored by Siteman Cancer Center this afternoon. They have these about once a quarter and they always bring in some fancypants doctor who tells us things we should know about living healthy and all the great things that Siteman and Washington University are doing because they know, for the most part, that we’re gonna ignore all their advice and they’ll have to help our disease-ridden asses out sometime in the future.

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September 24, 2008

Inspiration

So, as you know, I like to visit different photographers’ web sites and have a look around. Sometimes I hit some real bombs, and some are rather good. Then there are those that make you suck in your breath really quick and go, “Ooooooo.”

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September 23, 2008

Posting schmosting

In our on-line class, we have a discussion forum. This is where we can post comments and questions, and interact with our classmates. It’s our “classroom” so to speak. Because we have group projects this term, our instructor created separate, private discussion boards for each group. We can post to each other and none of the other groups can see it, which would be awesome except at this point my group really has nothing worthy to steal.

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September 22, 2008

The term “group” is relative

I figured out pretty early in my high school career that I don’t care for group projects. “Group project” is a different way of saying, “Hey, slackers! You get a free pass for this assignment, because the anal-retentive control freak in your group will do all the work, thereby ensuring you have an easy A! So sit back, relax, and say, ‘Duuuuude, you need me to do anything?!’” Since I’m the anal-retentive control freak who does all the work, group projects aren’t exactly my cup o’ tea.

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September 19, 2008

Just a thought

Have you ever had one of those days where you don’t figure out until 4 o’clock in the afternoon that you’ve been wearing your underwear inside-out the whole day?

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September 19, 2008

She don’t need no stinkin’ nap

Zozer has decided that nap time, at home at least, is not a time for napping, but instead a time of exploration and song. The last few weekends she’s been more apt to engage in activity than slumber. Here’s a summary of her nap-time exploits.

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September 18, 2008

Writer’s block

I think that there is only a finite amount of work a human being can do in one day. After that point has been reached, the brain shuts off. “Nope. Uh uh. Not gonna do it.”

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September 17, 2008

Rejected!

My third visit to the ortho in six days confirms that something is indeed wrong, as I suspected. It’s kinda cool, actually, in a grisly sort of way. Apparently I’m rejecting an internal suture. Cool, huh? Except that now a little bit of infection is starting, so we’re nipping that in the bud. I got to visit Walgreens this morning and walked out with a mini-pharmacy in my shopping bag: antibiotic pills, antibiotic cream, hydrogen peroxide and a heat pack.

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