May was a Busy Month

Good grief. An entire month gone.

We had riots, hot weather, the end of the semester AND the end of the partner-in-crime’s first phase of college education. He is a college graduate with an AA degree! The actual graduation ceremony is Sunday, but we’re not going. It’s “only” his Associate’s Degree, and it’s going to be hot out. Also, there are volunteer hours to be kept, laundry to be done, and groceries to be got. Sometimes you have to be a grown-up and not go to the party, you know?

The dog goes to the groomer tomorrow and we’re going to try to see Mad Max: Fury Road while he’s getting prettified. I say “try to” but we probably won’t have trouble getting tickets since most of the fuss has died down a little. I can’t remember the last time we actually went to a movie theatre to see a film. Most of my movie-watching has been me, Netflix, and a whole lot of one-and-two-star-rated horror movies.

Ages ago, for my “birthday” my mom got me a super telephoto lens. It requires me to learn to use my camera in Manual mode, and I’m still working on that. The panda-brain has some recall of f-stops and film speeds left over from film classes in the early 90s, but getting those memories out of storage is tricky.

It’s not so much a “mind palace” as it is a “mind basement that flooded once or twice, is poorly lit, and has stuff packed in boxes and trunks and plastic bags, and maybe stacked up like a losing game of Tetris, and possibly has rats living in it, and absolutely spiders, and oh God don’t let that be a centipede!”

Your Last Browsing Session Closed Unexpectedly

We’ve been forced to switch to Internet Explorer 9 at work and it’s been Hell for me. For reasons unknown the browser is constantly locking up. I spend more time looking at messages that say “(not responding)” and “Close Browser?” than I do working. It’s frustrating and it makes me want to cry.

I don’t cry. That’s just how bad this has gotten.

Since this is a work requirement there isn’t a lot I can do about it, except pester the poor helpdesk folks and keep sending them the lengthy error messages that show up in the “more information” section every time I have to force the browser to shut down just so I can restart it again.

What’s really irritating is the “you can’t save this until you finish it” things I sometimes find myself doing. There have been a few things I’ve done four or five times because IE9 kept locking up unexpectedly.

I’m also noticing a weird lag when I type things into forms in IE9. I can type at my normal speed and then watch the letters come up on the screen. It’s a lot like my 1200 baud days (kids, ask your grandparents). It also makes for some interesting toypos becyause I usually know when I’ve makde them and have already backspaced over them to fix them, but the keyboard doesn’t understand and the corrections get all weird and misplaced. See the first part of that sentence for an example.

Nameless Horses (Conversations Part 3)

The Partner-in-Crime: Have you ever been to the desert?

Me: Are you kidding? I’ve been through the desert on a horse with no name. It felt good to get out of the rain.

Him: That’s stupid. A horse with no name. I’d have to name him.

Me: You couldn’t call him just Horse?

Him: Stanley.

Me: What if his name was Horse?

Him: Couldn’t do it.

Me: The other horses would make fun of him. “Hey, Horse. This guy can’t even get your name right!”

Him: Nope.

Me: What if his name really was ‘A Horse With No Name’? They give racing horses strange names like that.”

Him: Isn’t it time you went to work?

Hey Vernal!

Today is the first day of Spring, 2015. So it’s snowing.

It’s not a serious snow. It’s above freezing and the last time I looked (which was on my way into work) it was only sticking to the metal things and the grassy things. Streets and sidewalks were relatively clear.

Snow in spring isn’t completely unheard of in Maryland. My mom tells me that it snowed the day I was born (I’m an Aries) but was in the 80s (Fahrenheit) when she brought me home from the hospital. I’m not sure, but I think this means that either I’m a god or the spawn of Satan. Which, technically, would also be a god, but I digress.

Mom also tells me that there was snow on Mother’s Day one year.

Anyhow, it’s not unusual.

If I were a DJ, at this point, the opening beats of the Tom Jones song would be here.