wombat_socho: Wombat (dead wombat)
I was expecting my blood sugar to go down somewhat, six hours after I ate lunch, but it's just a hair down into the orange zone at 199 and I have the horrible feeling that tomorrow when I get to work there's going to be a little sandwich baggie on my desk with all the meds I was supposed to take this morning and didn't.

Stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again... )
Well, enough with the pity party.Time to go to bed without dinner, since I apparently need it like another hole in my head. Futons, shelving, single-vision sunglasses and overdue library books can wait for tomorrow.
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Last night started off well - my masseuse did wonders for my back and shoulders, worked the lymph nodes in my legs (it hurt so good) and in general made me feel, if not like a whole new man, then at least like a factory-reconditioned man. ^_^

We also talked about the downtown crime situation, and I strongly advised her to take a carry class and get herself something small and deadly...like a Makarov. She grew up in a family of hunters, so she's not a complete n00b about gun safety, but like most civilian women I've known she's not keen on the idea of being armed & dangerous to criminals, despite having been mugged about seven years back.
The rest of the evening I mostly wasted. )
Fortunately, there is coffee and enough work to keep me busy. Tonight, however, I am thinking the early bedtime will be required.
wombat_socho: Wombat (wombat)
Well, I'm feeling a little better this morning, and a hot shower should bring me up to fully functional - at least as far as work goes. Blood sugar is a little high this morning, but I was expecting that. It'll drop off by lunchtime.

I'm a little puzzled by my schedule for the summer term. The three-credit adolescent psych class (which I'm the only person signed up for so far) apparently is only two weeks/eight hours long and runs from May 8 to May 15. The two-credit social studies methods class, on the other hand, starts at the end of June and runs through early August, with one Saturday session on CONvergence weekend and another at the end of July (obviously the former is right out), which is just bizarre - since when is the two-credit class supposed to go on for six weeks as opposed to the three-credit class? You'd think it would be the other way around.

Well, I'll worry about it later - it's time to hit the shower and go catch a bus.
wombat_socho: Wombat (Boss Coffee)
The problem with drugs is that while they make you feel better, everyone else can tell you're still sick and should have stayed in bed. Hopefully I was coherent enough in my answers to the various essay questions I attempted on the final exam; what I was writing seemed to make sense, but then I was wasted on DayQuils and Tylenol, so what the hell do I know? For a bonus, I also pulled the alternative assessment plan out of my ass this afternoon before heading in to take the final (2 hours late) and turned in the midterm quiz along with the final. There was nothing I could do about the test questions that were due last week, but I'm confident enough about the other stuff to be sure that won't drop my grade to a C. So hopefully after three times through the assessment course I'm done with it, unless of course I was too wasted to write clearly and coherently...no, we will not even consider such an unfortunate possibility.

After that there was nothing to do but swing by Chipotle and consume the most red-mad barbacoa burrito I could stomach, washed down by a Negra Modelo*. So I did. Then, since Best Buy was closed, I went to the Wal-Mart and procured some Stones, because I badly wanted to hear "It's Only Rock 'N Roll". So I did. Now I am home listening to Mick Jagger and the lads. There are worse ways to end the night.


*Yeah, one Negra Modelo. I'm a real cheap date these days, what with all the meds making my liver work 36 hours a day...
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Yes, I know that's not how the refrain to that song by Lynch Mob goes, but until I actually bought the CD I didn't know, so thpppbbbt.

Renewed my Reader's Advantage card at Barnes & Noble today in the process of acquiring this year's edition of Baseball Prospectus, which this year has given up on splitting the teams by league; this will make it much easier to find players, and that is a Good Thing. Since the draft for my Yahoo! fantasy league is at 9:30 tomorrow morning, I'll probably be up until about midnight poring over it, the Sporting News Fantasy Baseball Manager's Advisor (or whatever the hell it's called this year) and the projections in the STATS Major League Handbook. That will leave me all afternoon tomorrow to do laundry, work on the assessment assignments which are being punted in favor of baseball, and then maybe motor on over to Muppet Labs for the party [livejournal.com profile] windelina and Monte are throwing.

Sunday afternoon I'm going to thrash [livejournal.com profile] redmartel at Russo-Polish War, or maybe not, since there looks to be all kinds of randomness in the game system. We might even squeeze in a game of Freikorps, which is really the logical follow-on to a Russian victory in the 1921 war, since it posits a Communist revolution in Germany following a Soviet conquest of Poland, but that's up to my host.

Sometime during the weekend, a haircut and some shopping. I've registered for my summer classes (Adolescent Psych for the first time and Social Studies Methods - again) so the leftovers from my student loan should trickle down to me by the end of the month. Onward and upwards.
wombat_socho: Wombat (dead wombat)
Came home with every intention of eating dinner and pitching into assessment homework. One pizza and a half-kilo of broccoli later, pwnd by fatigue and apathy. Maybe I'm coming down with something. Again. Bah. I think I'll get a full night's sleep and try again tomorrow.
wombat_socho: Wombat (unhappy)
Well, that went about the way I figured it would. Got my duplicate 1099-B via fax, took it home, found the 1099 from the data entry job, and all of a sudden the $800 refund evolved into a $1100 debt, and that's assuming I decide to kick in a few hundred toward my IRA to ease the pain slightly. Think I'll wait a little bit, clean up around here some, and see if there's a way I can work this so it doesn't burn quite as bad as it appears it's going to.
wombat_socho: Wombat (wombat)
It's just an ungodly slow day at work, enough to make me wish I'd called in sick so I could have stayed home and worked on all the assessment stuff I need to turn in over the next week. Since I didn't, I'm sitting here in my cube waiting for the work to dribble in, and thinking I should have taken some time this weekend to work on the quiz, the test questions, and other stuff coming due. So far I have two A's for the term and have pulled my GPA up to 2.53, but I really need to nail down the assessment class.

One thing I forgot to mention about the weekend was that it started poorly. On the way out to meet with Kendra and Mark for the post-convention hotel meeting, I got pulled over by a Minneapolis policeman and informed that my tabs were expired. That was an unpleasant surprise, since I just replaced them last fall, and when he ran my license he discovered that the tabs had been purchased but were missing. So I get to buy some replacement tabs and drop by the Violations Bureau to have the ticket quashed, once I get paid on Friday. What a pain. This isn't the first time this has happened, but I haven't lived in Phillips for a few years so I wasn't expecting it.

Speaking of the assessment class, I get to leave for it in 20 minutes. Wish me luck staying awake in it.
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Ganked from [livejournal.com profile] onsenmark, who is croggled at his results:

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I figure we both must have a lot of low-hit people in our f-lists; me, I have those insanely popular party animals [livejournal.com profile] gohanvox, [livejournal.com profile] danae, [livejournal.com profile] 433 and [livejournal.com profile] chebutykin leading off my list, which Is why I'm back in the pack a ways. Which is okay; I didn't start this LJ to take over the world.

In other news, the early draft of my 1040A says Uncle Sam owes me a lot of money and I need to pass a Jackson on to Governator Jr. Then again, I couldn't find the 1099-B that Wells sent me when I liquidated my options last year, so I'm pretty sure that part of the return is screwed up, needs to be redone, and is going to cost me money. Now to go get me some metformin.
wombat_socho: Wombat (Boss Coffee)
Never did do laundry yesterday, but I did take [livejournal.com profile] jamestrainor out to lunch at the New Century. We agreed not to talk about the current unpleasantness between [livejournal.com profile] phoenixalpha and their mother since it was something neither one of us could really do anything constructive about, which meant we could spend the time talking about more pleasant things like AD, 4chan, and stuff like that. After that I went home, stuck my legs in the cuff for an hour and rapidly became bored with Civicrack...[livejournal.com profile] 433 had left a voice mail message for me inviting me to throw a team together at the last minute for the MISFITS Trivia Contest, and failing that to just show up for the entertainment. Which I did, and enjoyed myself thoroughly. Saw most of the CO\Nnvergence people I knew there, either working as contest staff or in the audience; talked briefly with [livejournal.com profile] qob, [livejournal.com profile] 433 and others in between breaks. I was pretty croggled by the contest - it required a depth of SF knowledge I definitely don't have, and I don't think my reflexes are good enough any more to get me through the Jeopardy round if a team had been relying on me. Well, maybe next year we'll see - apparently they had trouble scraping up eight teams for the competition.

Afterwards I tagged along to the Uptown Diner with [livejournal.com profile] petsnakereggie, [livejournal.com profile] moneygod, [livejournal.com profile] chebutykin, [livejournal.com profile] cajones,[livejournal.com profile] michaellee, [livejournal.com profile] frozendragon, [livejournal.com profile] weasel_king, and [livejournal.com profile] jklumpp as well as Kelvin; much SMOFfing ensued along with tasty food (hash browns a little underdone, but not intolerably so) and more Dr. Who information than you could shake a stick at, which gave me a chance to eat instead of talk. ^^ As a late-night option, the Uptown Diner is definitely worth choosing over Perkins or Denny's, fond as I am of the latter.

All this late-night fun meant that I didn't get home until almost 2 PM what with a stop for gas, which magically turned into 3 since it's that damn time of the year again, and once more I was awake and lost the time. Grrr. On the other hand, I did catch the Root of All Evil and even joined the Evil Club, pledging $6.66/month for the next 12 months and receiving a Helmet CD as a premium. Yay! On the gripping hand, I forgot to bring in my laundry bag and detergent in from the truck, not that it mattered since I rejected the early wakeup and slept through until 1330 or so. I do need to go out and pick up some medications, and will probably put off laundry until Tuesday since I do have clean shirts for work.

Finished Beowulf's Children Friday and Jack Vance's Galactic Effectuator yesterday.
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Such great plans for today, laid waste by inertia or other people having family stuff to deal with...but the laundry is my own fault, and that's all there is to say about that. I got up at 9 AM with plenty of time to deal with it, but just kind of hung out in front of the computer as the minutes dripped away.

Well, I'll be meeting up with [livejournal.com profile] jamestrainor for lunch today, partially so's I can get his watch back to him; it wound up in the AD lost and found and has been sitting on my counter beeping at me for the last few days. After that, I dunno...maybe I'll go to the Trivia Contest, maybe not. Lord knows I could stand to hang around the apartment and do some cleaning.
wombat_socho: Wombat (WTF)
So after all the lovely family drama earlier this week the ex calls me to find out what's going on, since the daughter will tell her nothing and her fiance won't even talk to her at all, and after about two minutes of largely wasted time she finally gets around to accusing me of poisoning the fiance's mind against her. Not only that, she throws in as a free bonus the accusation that he is influencing the daughter against her, and flings a little more (aged) poo on behalf of her new husband. So according to her this is basically All My Fault.

Ooookay. You believe whatever you want to, and I'll just stay over here where I don't have to deal with you on an ongoing basis. I'm sure we'll both be happier that way. Well, I will. I can't say I care much whether you are or not.
wombat_socho: Wombat (Boss Coffee)
A few random notes on things not previously covered...

I've had a few people ask me if I miss being Chairman yet, and they always seem surprised when I say no, which I think says a lot more about their ignorance of the real nature of the job than it does about me, really. Like most volunteer leadership jobs, it's like herding cats, and that's really stressful. I won't miss that. I also won't miss being the backup for just about every department when it comes to purchasing and publications and the dozens of other things I've been covering these last three years. I also won't miss having to tell people they aren't cutting it, though we've been blessed with so many good people that that particular issue hasn't come up much these last few years. It's going to be a relief just handling registration next year, unless [livejournal.com profile] stuckintraffik wants me to do the Vice Chairman thing for a year while we look for his potential successor. I'm not bucking for the job, mind you. VC is a lot like the Chairman's position except without the rock star moments at Opening & Closing ceremonies, and as I said, I'm happy not to be the chairman any more.

Finally managed to get the Lee Wiley off the Carbon and replace her with some Meat Loaf, Johnny Cash and Janet Jackson. I love Wiley's voice, but her songs make me uneasy...there's an undertone of bitter mockery to them, and I have enough sad songs on the Carbon already, thanks.

Next on tonight's agenda is doing the dishes and bagging up some of the garbage around here. They'll be coming through tomorrow and Saturday looking for a leak in the hot water system, and I'd like the place to be not so much of a sty as it is.

I also need to stop whining about my legs. Yes, they're screwed up and they hurt, but everybody who reads this LJ is well aware of how squamous, rugose and oozy they are by now; no point in hammering it into the ground.

Currently reading: Beowulf's Children by Barnes, Niven and Pournelle.
wombat_socho: Wombat (unhappy)
I tell people that the only thing amicable about my divorce was the lack of lawyers, which isn't how it began, but it's certainly the way it ended.

I tell people that I bent over backwards to avoid saying anything bad about my wife to the kids after she moved out, because I didn't want to play that game.
Family drama follows )
wombat_socho: Wombat (dead wombat)
...or, "OMG, that's not sweat!"

I suppose I'm getting what I deserve for slacking off and not using the pressure cuffs or the stockings consistently these last few weeks. While there is some perverted satisfaction in knowing that I've become somewhat Lovecraftian in my middle age (are YOUR appendages squamous and rugose? Huh? Are they, punk?) having to put up with a leg that is oozing lymph fluids is just gross and hazardous to my health, when you get right down to it. Thus it was that I wound up making an impromptu bus trip to the clinic and seeing Dr. S this morning, the result of which was a stern admonition to hit the cuffs and start taking some antibiotics and Lasix, since the strain of trying to get the excess fluids out of my legs has pushed my blood pressure up to 154/94, which isn't good. I'm going back on Monday for a follow-up.

Not much else going on - it's a slow day at work, and I have to say I'm not really feeling up to helping [livejournal.com profile] thaadd get Omaha moved in. I may just go home and go to bed after doing some time in the pressure cuffs.
wombat_socho: Wombat (Boss Coffee)
Yeah, I don't believe in karma (which is a subject for an entirely different post) but it leaves me without the means to interpret what happened today...maybe a fortuitous tilting of the Luck Plane? Well, Praise "Bob", then, and pass the mid-March blizzards.

I slept in this morning and didn't get up until 9, which was bad since I'm supposed to be at work by 8:30, but it all worked out since by the time I hit the road around 10, most of the other drivers had already made it to work/decided to stay home/wound up in the ditch. Thus I cruised up 35W in low-lock at a respectable 40 mph and got to work by 1030. My annual review meeting ensued. While my supervisor had a few bones to pick with me about neatness, timeliness and excessive socializing with the Controller's secretary, the review was generally adequate and I walked off with a raise slightly over 3%. Yay!

After that, I checked with the college and sure enough, all classes had been cancelled. The poor secretary sounded like she'd anwered that question a few hundred times already by the time I called. Lunch followed that, and when I was done stuffing my face I pitched into the 40+ upload files that had accumulated since 4 PM Friday. It was a good thing I had help from the other two people in the section, who normally do GL research and miscellaneous clerical scutwork for the Bank Accounting side of the department, because about 1230 the controller decided to let everyone go at 3:30. This too worked to my advantage since my boss agreed to let me work until 5:30 instead to make up the lost time from this morning. Roll that in with the short lunch I took, and I'm out of here in ten minutes!

For your consideration today:
Ann Althouse and her commenters rip an article on gender stereotypes in the IT world;

Johnny Rotten explains why the Sex Pistols' touring days are over, and Tom Wolfe talks about W, literature, and the Zeitgeist, also via Althouse.

Cobb and Reverend Sensing have hung up the keyboard to attend to more important matters. I'm going to miss both of them, although One Hand Clapping slipped to my B-list of blogs a while ago due to the increasing number of breaks.

If the war is going so badly, why are recruiting and retention up? (Via Instapundit.)

Finally, the definitive illustration of why "Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus".
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Okay, so having the Oat Squares for breakfast may have satisfied my tastebuds and the requirement to abstain from meat, but it did the blood sugar no good. Normally I don't eat cereal for breakfast ever, unless I'm on vacation someplace and that's what the hotel is dishing out for free, but I figured it would be a nice change of pace for Lent. As it was, not only did it jack my glucose up almost into the red (not that it had too far to go after last night's mild gluttony) but by 11 I was pretty damn hungry.

So I decided to try out Tensuke Sushi, which replaced the Jamba Juice joint in the Baker Block. OMG...it was great sushi, and reasonably priced to boot (Rainbow rolls for $7 and California rolls for $4.50? Hell yeah!) but I shouldn't have gone there when I was as hungry as I was. I left with the aforementioned rolls, a Sushi Deluxe box with eight different nigiri and half a cucumber roll ($8.95), a tuna roll and a salmon roll. Total bill $28.80 including tax. Yes, I am a pig when it comes to sushi, as anyone who has seen me at the Ichiban can tell you.

In news not related to the Seven Deadly Sins, I'll be getting to class an hour late tonight. Can't be helped, since the earliest I can get out of here is 5 PM and class starts at 4:30....it's over by 8:30, after which I'll go home and wait for [livejournal.com profile] marainsanity to drop by and get the massive quantity of AMVs that came in last week, and then it'll be off to bed since class resumes in the morning.
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Dealing with the tennis elbow has meant solving one awkward problem after another. Probably the easiest thing was switching my trackball at work to the left side of the keyboard so that I could use it left-handed; that's been a lot easier than I thought it would be since I've been using it "wrong" all along. Instead of resting my hand on it, I treat it more like a touchpad, using my fingers to twiddle the ball and tap the buttons, which is probably part of how I messed up that elbow tendon in the first place. Other things have been more difficult.

For example, it seems to me that the heavy doses of ibuprofen I've been taking are having a similar effect to the MSG/aspartame combo, except instead of making me spacy, I feel just as buzzed as if I'd had a couple of good beers (pre-diabetes) or a tall Budwesier (post-diabetes). This can't be good. I've caught myself drowsing a couple of times in the afternoon at work despite having loud & obnoxious bands like The Donnas on the headphones. Well, it's only for another week or so, and in the meantime I get ample opportunity to reflect on what it's like to be left-handed in a right-handed world.
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So, the beloved Doctor S, she says the arm pain of the Chief Wombat is the much-feared tennis elbow. Therefore the CW must wear the goofy Gel Band thingy, eat hugely of the restorative ibuprofen, and make less use of the right arm. This of course makes the Chief Wombat very sad, for it is of course the right arm on which he relies for the clicking of the trackball, the tapping of the touchpad, and the smiting of the uppity Zulus in the Civicrack. In fact, as the CW has remarked to his friend the [livejournal.com profile] chebutykin at her LJ, it is no doubt the Civicrack and the Detour of the Anime that has made the elbow tendon so sore and unhappy.

How can the Anime Detour cause its Chief Burrowing Marsupial such pain? you ask. Is it not the occasion of happiness and celebration of the otaku? Is it not the massive gathering of the otaku, whose company the Chief Wombat enjoys so much? Yes, it is all those things and more, and yet organizing such a thing requires much handwaving and flaming though the e-mails, and on the average day the CW must shovel dozens of e-mails (sent by those otaku to his department heads) into the folders of the inbox or the trash bin. Worse yet, he must supply the answers to the department heads who have the questions, and all of this requires much pounding of the keyboard and the tapping of the touchpad, both of which aggravate the elbow tendon.

So it is that the CW will leave his department heads to their own devices for a week or so until the tendon heals, perhaps occasionally offering the advice through the cell phone, the staff meeting, and the other occasional meeting. Perhaps the Chief Wombat will also rediscover the joys of using the Cowzilla for something besides playing games, perhaps the viewing of Angelic Layer or Cardcaptor Sakura but under no circumstances the Eiken. Eeeeuuuwww.
wombat_socho: Wombat (unhappy)
I finally found my missing dollars, after working my way through the jungle of people who knew people who knew stuff about tracking down errant funds transfers. Turns out the person who normally does EFTs for the college's bank in Winona was out sick Friday and was told it had gone out when she came in today. Imagine how surprised she was when a disgruntled customer called up! She told she's working on it now and I'll have the cash tomorrow, but I remain skeptical. This is going to cost me over $100 in late fees and bounces, which I'm sure I'm not going to see any time soon, and worse yet this will be the second time I've been late with the rent. Just what I need.

3/7 UPDATE: Well, what do you know. It's finally here.
*grabs checkbook and starts writing checks*

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