Holy cow, is tomorrow Friday already?
Indeed it is.
Well, our work is doing that thing where we’re told that things should be slowing down but since we’re slowing down everybody is going on vacation or working offsite or otherwise GONE so that things are actually even more hectic than if nobody had said anything in the first place. So there’s that. However! Maribou is finally back from her trip and it is *SOOOOO* good to have her home again and, believe it or not, this Friday will mark our FOURTEEN YEAR ANNIVERSARY. I don’t know what we’re doing. Probably kicking it to the right.
It will be nice to go out with her, though. Unless she says that she wants to just pick up some stuff from that little cafe she likes and we can just eat in front of a couple of episodes of Burn Notice. That’d be nice too.
As such, I’m pretty much probably going to have to do whatever she tells me to do come Saturday (go to Costco, go to Petsmart, make it so that she doesn’t have to go to Costco, go to Petsmart) and Sunday will probably involve laundry until HELL IN THE CELL at our local Blast Area where I pretty much will want to see CM Punk beat the ever living it-shay out of that Goldberg wannabe.
So… what’s on your docket?
Happy anniversary, Bird and ‘Bou!
No idea yet what I’m doing. With luck taking a walk in the woods and finishing a couple books about the Manhattan Project (I’m curently in the middle of three of them).
Thank you kindly!
Thank you! I envy your walk in the woods.
Happy anniversary, guys!
Any advice for those of us who haven’t yet made it that far?
There may be an essay in that (to be superceded by essays written by people who say stuff like “I remember my fourteenth anniversary”) but, off the top of my head:
Have the right phermones (both of you)
Be stubborn as hell (both of you)
Have a sense of humor (both of you)
Realize that she probably cares more about any given disagreement that isn’t about your free time than you do and, as such, know which hills you will want to not have died upon (guys)
That pretty much covers it.
I agree with all of those. Although I would like to point out that I see the latter as a general rule rather than a male rule – it’s just that I’m good enough at it that Jaybird doesn’t even notice those disagreements.
(I fully expect him to respond to this post with “Yes, dear.”)
If he noticed, he wouldn’t let you notice him noticing.
I’m sure I have no idea what you are talking about, she said blandly.
Happy anniversary!
Saturday I’m flying to Seoul to start my work trip, I have to miss Halloween AND baby girl’s birthday. On top of that, my new work laptop is actually worse for gaming than my old one. It’s gonna be a long, long two weeks.
Thank God there are free drinks in the hotel lounges.
Would old-schooly games from GOG be particularly playable on the new laptop?
Yeah, just nothing that requires a modern graphics card, it’s an i5 but no real GPU. I was hoping it would run Torchlight II, but it seems unlikely.
I’ve got 177 games on Steam, I’m sure a ton of the indie stuff I’ve bought will run – I’ll definitely be doing FTL.
King’s Island! Last weekend of the season.
Saturday: Work and a friend’s birthday party
Sunday: Einstein on the Beach
All weekend: Worrying that Hurricane Sandy does not screw up my Monday redeye flight to New York. I have my interview for the New York Bar on Tuesday. I called and they said they had no contingency plans because of the Hurricane. They think it is going to happen over the weekend (aka wishful thinking). If I miss the interview, I need to wait until January. Not the worst but not something I want to do either.
This is why I am still a New Yorker despite four years in California.
I have not mastered the ability to not sweat about things beyond my control.
Is that a regional thing? I thought that was just sane behavior. But then, I’m about as Californian as you can get.
I have never been good at developing a laid-back kind of attitude towards things.
Smoke dope for four years, or just stay in California for another 20.
I’m pretty sure responses to those sorts of things arer regional.
In the Midwest, we complain about what’s beyond our control while drinking. In the South, we pretend like it’s going exactly the way we planned all along.
In my part of the South we marvel over more than 4 inches of snow and will talk about it for days, but a tornado rolls through and we just kind of brush it off.
I used to work in a customer service call center. This call center had a US East Coast and a US West Coast division.
Because of the nature of the product and market, a lot of the calls were from Type-A Northeasterners (NY, NJ, Boston, etc).
Many, many times, the East Coast staffers would be asked by the callers what coast they were on, and be told that the caller preferred to deal with East Coasters rather than West, because the caller just didn’t get the sense that their queries and problems were being treated with the proper speed and urgency by West Coasters.
One regular caller would ask that question, and if the answer was ‘West Coast’, he’d hang up and call back, until he got someone on the East Coast.
Glyph,
That sounds about right.
… helping out a guy working through some emergency plans for the hurricane.
because many things are under our control, if we’re forward thinking enough.
Tomorrow is the kids’ “Fall Festival”, which means I’m building the Tunnel of Terror during the day. Day off, though.
Saturday is soccer and some chores, and maybe an impromptu game night. Sunday is building UFOs for the Halloween yard decoration setup.
My block is the crazy decoration block. I’m showing “War of the Worlds” (the original) and “Forbidden Planet” on the projection screen and I need 50s style sf decorations for the yard. I bought some metallic paint and I’m going to carve up some cardboard boxes into not-quite-saucer shapes and paint ’em, then string Xmas lights on the inside and poke the nubs out through the skin to give them running lights. I’ll try and picturize that and post it.
Oh, the Giants just won game 2, so I’ve got baseball on Saturday and Sunday to cram in somewhere.
Happy Anniversary.
So… what’s on your docket?
That may be the silliest question you’ve ever asked.
Stay focused. Two more wins needed.
Why people hate the Yankees, example 39723:
Most of the reporting has been that the Giants were lucky that Scutaro was backing up Crawford on the throw where his relay got Fielder at the plate. As this guy from Sports Illustrated says:
that was just the kind of smart play that would have spawned poems and religious gatherings if Derek Jeter had made it.
I like the beard guy. I hope he wins.
I didn’t say in my first comment, because I’ve been drinking (tomorrow off, remember, plus Giants playoff baseball, that’s my excuse).
Happy Anniversary.
I believe I’ve said this before, but I subscribe to the philosophy of the pater familias, who once told me:
“You don’t have anything to do with your birthday. That’s nothing to celebrate, it’s just random chance when you popped out. Your graduation day is a day of necessity, not of achievement. Your children’s ‘special days’ aren’t about you. Your wedding day, though… that’s a day you choose, and you pick it of your own collective accord, and it’s the only real day worth mentioning in your life except the day you die, and you don’t get to be around for the commemoration of that one so it doesn’t count. So remember your anniversary.”
“you pick it of your own collective accord,”
Unless a shotgun is involved.
This is an excellent point.
We think we will be low-key, given the insanity of the last month. However, this does not mean that we will not be giddy.
kids halloween parade on sunday, hoarding ahead of the snowpocalyptic hurricane of doom (or not). this year he’s an astronaut.
Happy Anniversary.
Happy anniversary!!!!
I have my friend’s Halloween party on Saturday and I need to tidy up the house. I swear I’m going to relax all day on Sunday, dang it!
Happy happy!! Congrats for successfully remembering it once again! Unless you didn’t and you were reminded the hard way!
For me, playing Niagara and perhaps other games tonight; chores, sports, and hangin with the daughter home for the weekend otherwise. Plus probably some light hurricane prep.
It’s 3 weeks *EXACTLY* after my birthday.
I didn’t plan it that way but there are worse ways for things to come together.
Sadly, for me that would not be adequate — I would remember it on my birthday and think “oh, I should probably start planning for that”, and then I would promptly forget all about it. I would need for it to be three weeks after my birthday and* 2.5 weeks after a major holiday that’s always on the same day (“Oh, right, tomorrow I’ll start thinking about it for sure”) and also ten days after your anniversary, so that I could read your Anniversary! post and realize, “holy crap, I better get off my ass and do something about that!”
Maybe we could work something out. When’s your anniversary?
Late April. Actually I guess I could create a mental association between it and tax day.
If you’re thinking about peddling a reminder service, just let me know what your rates are. Although the reminder isn’t exactly what I need — better to have something more along these lines.
The first year, neither of us remembered the exact day. We had to go find the marriage license.
It was the 26th *OR* the 28th. Maybe the 24th but I’m pretty sure the number was bigger than 25.
Here’s the point: IT WAS EVEN.
… we’re supposed to remember that stuff?