Saturday, October 18, 2008
An open letter to the candidates
We voted today. Please take your ads off our television. Thank you.
Friday, October 17, 2008
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Indian summer, ice cream
Just spent three hours doing hard labor in the garden. Foley ate ice cream.
Friday, October 10, 2008
Even better than Crunchy Frog
Last night a squirrel was electrocuted on the transformer in our alley. I didn't know one little squirrel could generate that much noise and light! Poor Foley spent the next half hour dashing around the house, staring into space alertly, then dashing to other parts of the house. I considered taking a DNA sample for my friend who studies squirrel genetics but I just couldn't bring myself to do it.
Miss Foleyface and I are having a bachelorette weekend. I will spend it working on my NSF proposal. Woo!!
Friday, October 03, 2008
1) The Cubs are about to complete one of the biggest chokes in a long history of chokiness, falling behind the Dodgers 0-2 in the NLDS and looking embarrassingly bad in the process. I feel sick. I couldn't sleep last night.
2) Shrill, folksy Sarah Palin actually seemed fairly competent in the VP debate, though she's still not able to think on her feet under pressure. "Can we talk about Afghanistan for a minute? I know it's not the question I'm supposed to be addressing but I prepared all these remarks and I'd hate to waste them!" I'm unimpressed but unfortunately I only get the one vote. How many undecided voters did she charm with her "nuculars" and "say it isn't so, Joes" last night?
3) I have unbelievably huge amounts of work to do and deadlines are rushing at me like a headlight in a tunnel. At least the PCRs started working again... curse those damned nucleotides for getting together in the freezer and saying "Pssst! This will be a great joke: let's stop working today!" Evil little saboteurs.
4) We found out yesterday that our 12-year-old furnace needs replacing. The furnace guy himself said he'd be uncomfortable running that POS in his own house. So what recourse does one have when an expensive and dangerous piece of equipment turns out to be a lemon? Since the warranty at this point only covers a part that's working fine, I suppose we could sue Lennox, threaten Lennox into partially compensating us, or just roll over and pay for a new one like the pathetic sheep we are. I'm so pissed off right now that option 2 sounds rather therapeutic but I'm sure #3 will be the way we go.
I'm so filled with nervous energy, rage, and despondency right now I just don't even know what to do with myself. Within minutes of getting to the office today I had worked myself into a silent fury about inept students who can't figure out the link between their yogurt and coffee cups in the trash and the disgusting fruit flies in the office. Even right now I'm stabbing at my keyboard raging about freaking FRUIT FLIES. I need to get out of here before I start taking this out on anyone else.