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xiphiasSo, today was . . . a day. Waiting in line to buy a subway token, I DID see the "Wet Paint" sign, but someone bumped into me, and I had a big Orange-Line-orange shmear on my arm. I was wearing a short-sleeved shirt, so it was on my arm, not my clothes. I pondered what to do about this, and went through all the alcohol prep pads in my first-aid kit, trying to clean it up. I got some paint off my arm, but not all of it.
I got to work, and headed for the bathroom to wash off my arm, and they've torn up the employee bathroom. Like, totally. Like, there isn't an employee men's room for the next couple weeks.
But, well, it IS a food-service place, so we do NOT lack for places to wash up, so I just washed my arm off in one of the sinks in the beverage office, and it cleaned up pretty well, although I think my right forearm still has a bit of an orange tinge to it.
I am tempted to try to hack out the HTML color specification to show precisely the orange that Orange-Line-Orange is, but it seems like a lot of work. Suffice it to say that it's a lot more orange than any of the default named orange colors that HTML provides. It's maybe close to this, but more so.
Anyway, I was at the Grill Bar today, which is, as I have said, my favorite place to work in the club, and the other people I work with were all happy to see me. Everyone else really enjoys working with me, and, in fact, generally expresses relief when I walk into work, covering for someone else, because they think I do a better job than the people whose job it USUALLY is, which is why I wonder why THEY'VE got the job normally, but that's an old gripe.
Other than that, not much interesting happened at work -- New England Cable News was on the TV behind me, and I got to see Billy Costa do a show on local ice cream. He covered Ben and Jerry's Burlington store, Kimball, Richardson's, and Christina's.
After I got home, Lis and I headed back out to Cambridge to go to the Cambridge Public Library. And we discovered that I've got a book from there way overdue and counted as lost. So I can't check books out from there. So I got some books on Lis's card, and also the animated Soul Music.
We came home and I made peanut noodles for dinner, which turned out okay, but not great. I was careless with handling heat, so the texture got all weird. Then Boopsie noticed us eating, so Lis showed her that it was peanut noodles, nothing that a cat would be interested in, and Boopsie licked Lis's bowl and demanded more.
On the one hand, Lis doesn't want to encourage that sort of behavior. On the other hand, EEEEW -- CAT GERMS!!
Boopsie likes peanut sauce. I can't imagine WHAT in the sauce she likes. But she's a strange cat, anyway.
We now own a Havahart trap, but I've not set it up in Anna's apartment yet.
I got to work, and headed for the bathroom to wash off my arm, and they've torn up the employee bathroom. Like, totally. Like, there isn't an employee men's room for the next couple weeks.
But, well, it IS a food-service place, so we do NOT lack for places to wash up, so I just washed my arm off in one of the sinks in the beverage office, and it cleaned up pretty well, although I think my right forearm still has a bit of an orange tinge to it.
I am tempted to try to hack out the HTML color specification to show precisely the orange that Orange-Line-Orange is, but it seems like a lot of work. Suffice it to say that it's a lot more orange than any of the default named orange colors that HTML provides. It's maybe close to this, but more so.
Anyway, I was at the Grill Bar today, which is, as I have said, my favorite place to work in the club, and the other people I work with were all happy to see me. Everyone else really enjoys working with me, and, in fact, generally expresses relief when I walk into work, covering for someone else, because they think I do a better job than the people whose job it USUALLY is, which is why I wonder why THEY'VE got the job normally, but that's an old gripe.
Other than that, not much interesting happened at work -- New England Cable News was on the TV behind me, and I got to see Billy Costa do a show on local ice cream. He covered Ben and Jerry's Burlington store, Kimball, Richardson's, and Christina's.
After I got home, Lis and I headed back out to Cambridge to go to the Cambridge Public Library. And we discovered that I've got a book from there way overdue and counted as lost. So I can't check books out from there. So I got some books on Lis's card, and also the animated Soul Music.
We came home and I made peanut noodles for dinner, which turned out okay, but not great. I was careless with handling heat, so the texture got all weird. Then Boopsie noticed us eating, so Lis showed her that it was peanut noodles, nothing that a cat would be interested in, and Boopsie licked Lis's bowl and demanded more.
On the one hand, Lis doesn't want to encourage that sort of behavior. On the other hand, EEEEW -- CAT GERMS!!
Boopsie likes peanut sauce. I can't imagine WHAT in the sauce she likes. But she's a strange cat, anyway.
We now own a Havahart trap, but I've not set it up in Anna's apartment yet.
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Date: 2004-07-19 08:13 pm (UTC)radioactivegenetically-engineered MBTA paint job, and you don't even get super powers? What a ripoff.I mean, you should now be able to speak completely incoherently at great volume ("mumble mumble mumble delays mumble express to mumble mumble if you see something say mumble"), claim with a straight face that a 29-minute delay isn't important, violate Constitutional rights, and (last but not least) shut down various parts of yourself all next week.
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Date: 2004-07-19 08:13 pm (UTC)</dork>