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Friday
I downloaded Firefox 2.0.0.4 on my work computer.
I'm not sure how I feel about the glossy gray rounded edge style.
It gives me the red-underline spellcheck in all windows where there's a composing box, which is neat.
I'm really not sure how I feel about the fact that the close tab is on the active tab itself, not off at the end -- so you can't just quickly click closed a lot of them (unless you start at the far right end).
Also interesting (and kind of annoying), only a limited number of tabs are shown, so you have to use the drop-down menu at the end of the bar to select other ones -- though this does mean you can actually read the titles of your open tabs (the ones that are showing) which ultimately makes navigation easier.
In other news: I am tempted to switch to S2 so for the ease of seeing what other tags an entry has when viewing by tag [I also really like the sidebar of tiered tags -- as seen on emotionalperil, marginalia, nikitangel, etc.,], but I hate S2 on principle, and it's so unwieldy. Okay, my S1 mainpage ("lastn") style is tweaked from one that someone had already customized, but still, not that hard -- whereas S2 so often feels non-intuitive to me. *growls*
[I also continue to be annoyed by people who force their styles on the comment page. I have my flist set to give me ?style=mine, but when I'm browsing other journals, or visiting from Message Center or Memories, I have it inflicted on me. Yes, I know there are GreaseMonkey scripts for that. But still.]
And so often I'm browsing journals of people who do have S2 and it makes me sad that their entries aren't (consistently) tagged. Hi, "cataloguer at heart" = no lie.
/complaint (for the moment, on that topic, anyway)
***
The book my mom's boss is co-writing, turns out they don't need the References, which is good news for her in that she doesn't have to format them, but this makes the baby jesus me cry 'cause it's a nonfiction book, how can you not include References? And it's easy to list them all in the back, so it's not like they're gonna infringe on your reading experience. Are people really gonna be intimidated by the presence of superscript numerals? Oh the irony that the title is: "Come on, People! On the Path from Victims to Victors."
I felt tired after dinner (had kinda napped on the train ride home) but obviously 7:30pm is a bit early to go to bed -- especially when you're sleeping on the living room couch.
Excluding West Wing at work, this is the most tv I've watched in I don't know how long.
We watched Jeopardy (trivia learned: W. H. Harrison was the first POTUS to die in office).
My brother channel-surfed during the commercial breaks, so we watched a large chunk of The Simpsons -- "Eight Misbehavin' " [11.07] -- and some snippets Malcolm in the Middle -- "Secret Boyfriend" [7.06].
I was frequently like dead from laughter at The Simpsons. For shame. Hi, that show is not allowed to be that funny.
Malcolm in the Middle had a character who struck me as a Topanga knock-off, and my brother said I should know the actress, and indeed, it was Hayden Panettiere.
A couple minutes before 8:00 it was pointed out that Smackdown would be on soon. Aww, father-daughter bonding. ( Read more... )
I also saw more commercials than I have in ages. ( Read more... )
Saturday
My great-aunt Grace died early in June, and we went down to Falmouth for the Memorial Mass. ( Read more... )
I finally went to Keegan's to get my watchband fixed/replaced. I also stopped by the library -- in part because I was purposely postponing going home to where OriginalRoomie's high-energy chatty family would be waiting.
There has been some minor controversy about the reputed language of the song title. The phrase "Que sera, sera" was an alteration by the songwriters of a quasi-Italian phrase, "Che sara, sara," a fictional family motto in the 1954 film The Barefoot Contessa. It is not Spanish, Italian, or French (but is acceptable in spoken Portuguese). The correct Spanish, Italian, French and Portuguese renderings of the phrase are:
* Portuguese: O que será, será
* Spanish: Lo que será, será
* Italian: Quello che sarà, sarà
* French: Ce qui sera, sera.
-http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Que_sera_sera#Trivia
I saw Mrs. Leary on my way back to the train, and she mentioned Glasgow. I'd heard about London, but Glasgow was news to me. Sigh. Last time I flew overseas people worried (it was summer of 2003, so people were still recovering from 9/11; I memoried this entry as "i'm not afraid of flying overseas even with a war") and I'm not enjoying starting to have these conversations again.
OriginalRoomie's family was actually not overwhelming (and they did dishes and bought lots of food including booze and ice cream).
My "For the Next X: A Benefit CD for RAINN" arrived, and I am underwhelmed. Anyone want it?
Sunday
I thought my string of dreams of destruction was over, but this morning I had an extended dream which was not only full of destruction but also actually hit me on an emotional level, as the previous string of dreams hadn't.
As I walked to the laundromat, a car drove by and a guy in it yelled, "Happy Canada Day."
OriginalRoomie's mom's chattiness is starting to grate on me.
However, she asked about where to go to get a new parking pass. I hadn't realized mine expired Jan. 1 rather than 12 months after I got it, so that was good. I have definitely been loaning them to visitors, though, and no one has told me they've gotten a ticket.
And they keep washing our dishes, so I can't complain too much.
Do I want to even have a birthday party this year? I'm already planning to party two weekends in a row, and the Saturday that looks like it'll work better for more people is the date of the CWM benefit concert.
Monday
I slept for ~9 hours. Rock.
OriginalRoomie's mom gave me a heart-shaped throw pillow with an American flag design. Um, okay. Last time she gave me a couple of nice gold-and-black ones.
I did a couple errands and went to the gym.
I was kinda tired, so I started in the weight room, did a few of the machines.
I decided to try the the StairMaster. Intensity ranges from 1 (lowest) to 20 (highest). I started at 1, which felt obscenely slow, and ended up spending most of my time at 7 (my average was 6.3).
I am not a fan of the machine. I kept stepping too far forward and thus smushing my shoe, and I felt like I had to keep watching the stairs because if I wasn't I would get off rhythm and that would be bad. I also felt like I was being bad to my back, like I was leaning down funny or something, but I couldn't figure out how to do it right.
I had plugged in 20minutes (Fat Burner program, 'cause why not), but I stopped at 10min 'cause I didn't feel like dying.
workout summary: 41 flights of stairs, 0.84miles
I stopped by the office to see if Katie had killed herself from boredom yet :) and chatted with her and Greg for an hour or two.
Katie said her mom has been stressing for the past 8 weeks trying to find a dress to wear to her cousin's wedding. This led to conversations about how when it's your own kid's wedding, and I insisted that my parents were not of that sort, was like, "They will wear clothes..." though this then prompted ideas (which I did not voice) about having a nude wedding. Which then reminded me of a recent conversation with Katie about a wedding one of her roommates is going to which will have a pig roast. I'm a vegetarian so of course I'm opposed to this in principle, but I also thought it would be such a great visual to have a giant pig roasting on a spit. Katie was joking about going dressed in tattered clothes with a nametag saying "Simon" and going off to die in the bushes.
I felt like I should go clothes shopping but was really not excited about that. Meh. Tomorrow will be more productive.
I saw Katherine from CHPC on my way out of the T station. She's reading Jasper Fforde, on her son's recommendation. Yay.
I hadn't realized they lived right on Curtis St. so close to Davis Square (for some reason I thought they lived up toward Medford).
What is up with our disappearing trash barrels? I know we started out with 3 (I recall boggling that we filled them up since there were only 5 of us living in bathe house, and my family of 4 growing up would fill up one trash bag maybe 3/4 of the way each week) but we've had 2 for a while now, but tonight we were down to 1. [Edit: Turns out DownstairsNeighbors are moving to a place closer to the Square, but I think all the trash barrels pre-dated them anyway, so that doesn't help.]
I do not react well to people fussing over me -- which I think is a control freak thing.
OriginalRoomie's grandma was moving stuff in the fridge so I could fit my stuff in when I came back with groceries, and I was like, "No, it's fine, I'll make it fit, don't worry about it {flaps hands}."
Hi, it's my birthday in a week. Craziness.
I downloaded Firefox 2.0.0.4 on my work computer.
I'm not sure how I feel about the glossy gray rounded edge style.
It gives me the red-underline spellcheck in all windows where there's a composing box, which is neat.
I'm really not sure how I feel about the fact that the close tab is on the active tab itself, not off at the end -- so you can't just quickly click closed a lot of them (unless you start at the far right end).
Also interesting (and kind of annoying), only a limited number of tabs are shown, so you have to use the drop-down menu at the end of the bar to select other ones -- though this does mean you can actually read the titles of your open tabs (the ones that are showing) which ultimately makes navigation easier.
In other news: I am tempted to switch to S2 so for the ease of seeing what other tags an entry has when viewing by tag [I also really like the sidebar of tiered tags -- as seen on emotionalperil, marginalia, nikitangel, etc.,], but I hate S2 on principle, and it's so unwieldy. Okay, my S1 mainpage ("lastn") style is tweaked from one that someone had already customized, but still, not that hard -- whereas S2 so often feels non-intuitive to me. *growls*
[I also continue to be annoyed by people who force their styles on the comment page. I have my flist set to give me ?style=mine, but when I'm browsing other journals, or visiting from Message Center or Memories, I have it inflicted on me. Yes, I know there are GreaseMonkey scripts for that. But still.]
And so often I'm browsing journals of people who do have S2 and it makes me sad that their entries aren't (consistently) tagged. Hi, "cataloguer at heart" = no lie.
/complaint (for the moment, on that topic, anyway)
***
The book my mom's boss is co-writing, turns out they don't need the References, which is good news for her in that she doesn't have to format them, but this makes
I felt tired after dinner (had kinda napped on the train ride home) but obviously 7:30pm is a bit early to go to bed -- especially when you're sleeping on the living room couch.
Excluding West Wing at work, this is the most tv I've watched in I don't know how long.
We watched Jeopardy (trivia learned: W. H. Harrison was the first POTUS to die in office).
My brother channel-surfed during the commercial breaks, so we watched a large chunk of The Simpsons -- "Eight Misbehavin' " [11.07] -- and some snippets Malcolm in the Middle -- "Secret Boyfriend" [7.06].
I was frequently like dead from laughter at The Simpsons. For shame. Hi, that show is not allowed to be that funny.
Malcolm in the Middle had a character who struck me as a Topanga knock-off, and my brother said I should know the actress, and indeed, it was Hayden Panettiere.
A couple minutes before 8:00 it was pointed out that Smackdown would be on soon. Aww, father-daughter bonding. ( Read more... )
I also saw more commercials than I have in ages. ( Read more... )
Saturday
My great-aunt Grace died early in June, and we went down to Falmouth for the Memorial Mass. ( Read more... )
I finally went to Keegan's to get my watchband fixed/replaced. I also stopped by the library -- in part because I was purposely postponing going home to where OriginalRoomie's high-energy chatty family would be waiting.
I was wearing my light blue shirt, Beth said it was a great color on me, was in fact my color. I tend to prefer darker colors, but I can see that. (And she didn't ask me if I'd lost weight! Which, okay, is Marcia's schtick, but still. I don't actually have weight issues, but I get so tired of the idea that looking good clearly equals looking thinner.) She said, "You look great -- better than you ever have before. Whatever you're doing must agree with you."I forget how it came up, but my dad and I finally looked up "que sera sera." Was nice to know that we're right that in Spanish it would be "Lo que será, será.
I told her I was learning ASL, and she said she'd learned some way back in the day but forgotten most of it now. But she signed that sentence, which I was impressed by.
I really should check out Simmons' night school program. She said she thought if I went into librarianship I should become an academic librarian -- academic or some specialty like business, law, medical library. People tell me this, and I'm honestly not sure it's true, but I haven't hashed out exactly what "being a librarian" would look like for me ideally, so I just nod at people.
She said she can see me running my own library (♥!) and if I ever need reference letters, let them know :)
There has been some minor controversy about the reputed language of the song title. The phrase "Que sera, sera" was an alteration by the songwriters of a quasi-Italian phrase, "Che sara, sara," a fictional family motto in the 1954 film The Barefoot Contessa. It is not Spanish, Italian, or French (but is acceptable in spoken Portuguese). The correct Spanish, Italian, French and Portuguese renderings of the phrase are:
* Portuguese: O que será, será
* Spanish: Lo que será, será
* Italian: Quello che sarà, sarà
* French: Ce qui sera, sera.
-http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Que_sera_sera#Trivia
I saw Mrs. Leary on my way back to the train, and she mentioned Glasgow. I'd heard about London, but Glasgow was news to me. Sigh. Last time I flew overseas people worried (it was summer of 2003, so people were still recovering from 9/11; I memoried this entry as "i'm not afraid of flying overseas even with a war") and I'm not enjoying starting to have these conversations again.
OriginalRoomie's family was actually not overwhelming (and they did dishes and bought lots of food including booze and ice cream).
My "For the Next X: A Benefit CD for RAINN" arrived, and I am underwhelmed. Anyone want it?
Sunday
I thought my string of dreams of destruction was over, but this morning I had an extended dream which was not only full of destruction but also actually hit me on an emotional level, as the previous string of dreams hadn't.
As I walked to the laundromat, a car drove by and a guy in it yelled, "Happy Canada Day."
OriginalRoomie's mom's chattiness is starting to grate on me.
However, she asked about where to go to get a new parking pass. I hadn't realized mine expired Jan. 1 rather than 12 months after I got it, so that was good. I have definitely been loaning them to visitors, though, and no one has told me they've gotten a ticket.
And they keep washing our dishes, so I can't complain too much.
Do I want to even have a birthday party this year? I'm already planning to party two weekends in a row, and the Saturday that looks like it'll work better for more people is the date of the CWM benefit concert.
Monday
I slept for ~9 hours. Rock.
OriginalRoomie's mom gave me a heart-shaped throw pillow with an American flag design. Um, okay. Last time she gave me a couple of nice gold-and-black ones.
I did a couple errands and went to the gym.
I was kinda tired, so I started in the weight room, did a few of the machines.
I decided to try the the StairMaster. Intensity ranges from 1 (lowest) to 20 (highest). I started at 1, which felt obscenely slow, and ended up spending most of my time at 7 (my average was 6.3).
I am not a fan of the machine. I kept stepping too far forward and thus smushing my shoe, and I felt like I had to keep watching the stairs because if I wasn't I would get off rhythm and that would be bad. I also felt like I was being bad to my back, like I was leaning down funny or something, but I couldn't figure out how to do it right.
I had plugged in 20minutes (Fat Burner program, 'cause why not), but I stopped at 10min 'cause I didn't feel like dying.
workout summary: 41 flights of stairs, 0.84miles
I stopped by the office to see if Katie had killed herself from boredom yet :) and chatted with her and Greg for an hour or two.
Katie said her mom has been stressing for the past 8 weeks trying to find a dress to wear to her cousin's wedding. This led to conversations about how when it's your own kid's wedding, and I insisted that my parents were not of that sort, was like, "They will wear clothes..." though this then prompted ideas (which I did not voice) about having a nude wedding. Which then reminded me of a recent conversation with Katie about a wedding one of her roommates is going to which will have a pig roast. I'm a vegetarian so of course I'm opposed to this in principle, but I also thought it would be such a great visual to have a giant pig roasting on a spit. Katie was joking about going dressed in tattered clothes with a nametag saying "Simon" and going off to die in the bushes.
I felt like I should go clothes shopping but was really not excited about that. Meh. Tomorrow will be more productive.
I saw Katherine from CHPC on my way out of the T station. She's reading Jasper Fforde, on her son's recommendation. Yay.
I hadn't realized they lived right on Curtis St. so close to Davis Square (for some reason I thought they lived up toward Medford).
What is up with our disappearing trash barrels? I know we started out with 3 (I recall boggling that we filled them up since there were only 5 of us living in bathe house, and my family of 4 growing up would fill up one trash bag maybe 3/4 of the way each week) but we've had 2 for a while now, but tonight we were down to 1. [Edit: Turns out DownstairsNeighbors are moving to a place closer to the Square, but I think all the trash barrels pre-dated them anyway, so that doesn't help.]
I do not react well to people fussing over me -- which I think is a control freak thing.
OriginalRoomie's grandma was moving stuff in the fridge so I could fit my stuff in when I came back with groceries, and I was like, "No, it's fine, I'll make it fit, don't worry about it {flaps hands}."
Hi, it's my birthday in a week. Craziness.
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