And exhausted. To Mexico!
May 26, 2008
May 23, 2008
A great combination. Available for those in town at my house. Tonight. At the supping hour. But don’t show up before about quarter of six; no one will be home.
May 20, 2008
Can someone explain why there are non-forever stamps? After accidentally mailing out a job application yesterday with a 41 cent stamp, I’m worried the damned thing will be returned tomorrow for want of a one center. Wasn’t that the whole idea of the forever stamp? Phasing out the one cent stamps…forever?
May 18, 2008
A certain municipality advertised an attorney position opening recently. I decided to apply for that position. The detailed job description, frustratingly located in a PDF, indicated one could apply either by mailing in a cover letter, resume, and a three page application or by applying “online.” Because the deadline is Wednesday, I thought I’d play it safe and apply online. So I signed up for the municipality’s human resources system. Login, password and all that. Then I cut and paste my resume into the proper fields. I looked up my former supervisor’s telephone numbers. I spent some time. And then the system showed me all the open positions currently accepting applications online. There was the job I was looking for. Clicked on it. And? The original PDF containing the detailed job description opened up.
In other words, there is no way to submit an application online. All the work translating my resume into the system was for naught; it couldn’t even auto-fill the fillable PDF application. And, to add insult to injury, I had to translate information contained in my resume into the application PDF again; a strict “no referring to an external document” rule was laid down in the application instructions. I think in a few months, when I’ve either got the job or not, I’m going to write the municipality’s human resource people a stern letter.
May 17, 2008
Without noticing, this little blog passed a milestone almost two weeks ago by publishing its 1000th post. And now it’s time for breakdown.
D screamed uncontrollably earlier today. I thought Cooper had gotten out and somehow had her head lopped off by a sunroof or otherwise been killed. The sort of screaming was consistent, and I had cat death on my mind ever since A lost her Henry.
But no. Cooper is just fine. D instead had discovered, as she was turning the compost in the bin, that it contained a rather large rat. Keep in mind that this bin is made of tough plastic and is impenetrable by all but the smallest of creatures. Which means either that this rat was born of an insect-sized egg or that it had tunneled up from underneath (compost bins are open on the bottom). Creepy, no?
What is it about rats? Much more disturbing than mice–which act similarly–or rabbits–which are rodents of similar size. So disturbing, that I completely understand the scream. I’m confident I would have done the same. Thoughts?
Also, does anyone have any suggestions on how to get the offending biter out of our compost? Keeping in mind that we eat things grown in the soil this compost bin produces?
The DJ we hired for our wedding reception had a list of “most requested” songs. And therein were some of the most heinous musical crimes against humanity ever set to wax. Including the “Chicken Dance.” That said, if someone can convince Anal Cunt to record a version of the “Chicken Dance” as a sort of slow metal dirge before next Sunday, I would gladly pay that individual a few dollars for a copy.
May 16, 2008
May 14, 2008
I’m reasonably certain Barack Obama will win both the Democratic nomination, and the presidency. As to the former, my certainty stems from my observation that “24” is an extremely popular television program. Much more so than “Battlestar Galactica.”
I also wonder whether the demise of “The West Wing” two years ago may undermine Bill Richardson’s vice presidential chances.