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Just doin’ as I’m told…
yodelmachine asked: Your wife drives a Subaru? GAY
Hey now, don’t let Steve hear you talking any shit about Subarus.
Although, you may be onto something… I drove The Wife’s car for a month and I’m pretty sure it turned me into a lesbian.
This one time we went to Chicago and it was hot but then Leah bought me a Chipwich and I ate it and it was all better.
Later, other stuff happened in a bar, whatever.
CHIPWICH, BITCHES!
Sky rockets in flight!
While this was, quite possibly, the hottest, most miserable adventure I subjected my poor friends to during my week in Chicago, I would give my left breast for that mother fucking missile pop right now. My throat hurts so fucking bad.
P.S. (You know you guys love me for making you go on that tour. It was a memory-maker of
epicswampass proportions.)
The other day I mentioned my proposal problem, namely that it was too short but said all I thought it needed to say.
I had every intention of working on another version of it, but I kept coming back to the fact that I really didn’t have anything else I needed to say.
Sunday night I decided to just throw up my hands and email what I had to my advisors. After all, they’re supposed to advise, right? Maybe they could give me some suggestions. I figured that the worst case scenario was them saying I had to rewrite it, which was what I was going to do anyway, but figured they’d at least give some suggestions.
I heard back from my first reader yesterday. She thought it was very good, suggested one important change in the way something was worded, and deleted part of one sentence.
That was it.
So. Huh. Ok then.
Just hanging out, staring at a fake horse’s ass.
“Forgiveness & Fuck You”
New post over at talesofbeingtj
Alls fair in love and WordsWithFriends.
I’m going to guess this is now one of Michele’s least favorite words.
The guy pictured here is on Tumblr and posted the rest of the story, in case you want to read it, which is well worth reading, and is more than just this part of the story.
I think it’s a fair bet that this was the most exciting thing that happened in Columbus, Ohio that night…
(looks like several other folks dragged this one in while it sat languishing in my unprocessed Tumblr queue.)
facepalm
I hadn’t noticed this, since I listened to the audiobook.
Nice to see that the copy-editor is keeping up with the language.
“PWNED” actually does have a vowel in it, but I’m pretty sure I knew what he meant. But still…
You could say that Moore was PWNED by a copyeditor. But I wouldn’t. Because I think PWNED is a million times worse than “Fail” or “This” or “Your mother is invalid” (or however that one goes). And by “worse” I mean “stupider” and by “stupider” I mean “more stupid than.”
For some reason I wanted there to be five. I supposed I could have made “facepalm” #1, but then I’d have to renumber them all, and really, I don’t have that kind of time, I’m very busy here.
“Heinous fuckery most foul…” —
There is a good chance that I’ll say this around you one day, and I thought it was important for you to know the source. It’s also a good thing to say when someone tells you about something awful that happened and you’re not sure what else to say.
![~ The Broken iPhone Screen ~
Yesterday was not a great day, overall. Perhaps the lowest of the low-points was hearing The Wife’s iPhone hit the ground (and by “ground” I mean “concrete”) and watching her face as she picked it up.
“Did it break?”
Her eyes told me it had even before the words came out of her mouth.
No, it wasn’t in a case. But it also seemed to have fallen face-down, and I’m not sure it would have made any difference.
The touchscreen still worked (which, it turns out, is an important part of the equation), but the screen was… well, let’s just say I’ve seen worse, but it was bad enough.
Option 0: Fix it yourself. If you are — or are married to — one of those “Handy People” you can find YouTube videos on how to do this yourself. But I am not one of those people. Hence the name “Option 0” as in “Zero chance I will actually go this route.”
Option 1: Replace it. Except that it’s not eligible to be replaced until February 2011, meaning we’d be paying an extra $100 to upgrade and — despite what you may have heard — the iPhone 4 is selling like hotcakes, and there’s still a 3-week wait for it.
Option 2: Fix it. I called Apple, who quoted me $200. They swap it out with an entirely different phone.
Option 3: Authorized Apple Repair Shop. The nearest one is over an hour away, and they “don’t do iPhones.”
Option 4: Ask on Twitter. Well, even people who have upgraded to the iPhone 4 may not have gotten theirs yet, and the pickings were slim. Best offer was around $150.
Option 5: Call AT&T. Yeah, this is officially the “grasping at straws” level, given that the average AT&T store a) doesn’t do repairs and b) contains employees who are slightly more helpful than a paperweight. I didn’t hold out much hope. The guy who answered the phone said that they didn’t do repairs, and he had heard once about somebody who had it repaired somewhere local, but he couldn’t remember where, and it wasn’t a place that you’d think of.
Because, really, if you work at an AT&T retail store in an extremely rural area, why would you bother retaining (or writing down) the information about where people could get broken screens fixed??!
I asked if there was anyone else who worked there who might know, and he put me on hold for a minute and said “No, she can’t remember the name of the place either. There’s a Radio Shack in [town about 30 minutes away] that might be able to do it. I mean, it’s a Radio Shack, but it’s not like the one we have here.”
I thanked him and hung up.
Option 6: Call… Radio Shack? I called up, explained the situation, and waited hesitantly for an answer.
“Yeah, I’ve done it before”… (it sounded better when he said it than it does in print)… “but you have to get the glass off Amazon or eBay.” (I had actually seen these kits already in relation to Option Zero, above. How much?) “Well, the kit is like $12, and I can replace it for probably $20…”
SOLD.
I ordered the kit (shown above) which will be delivered tomorrow (thank you, Amazon Prime).
Fingers crossed, people.](http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l7m2c3nbZf1qz8t7bo1_500.jpg)
Yesterday was not a great day, overall. Perhaps the lowest of the low-points was hearing The Wife’s iPhone hit the ground (and by “ground” I mean “concrete”) and watching her face as she picked it up.
“Did it break?”
Her eyes told me it had even before the words came out of her mouth.
No, it wasn’t in a case. But it also seemed to have fallen face-down, and I’m not sure it would have made any difference.
The touchscreen still worked (which, it turns out, is an important part of the equation), but the screen was… well, let’s just say I’ve seen worse, but it was bad enough.
Option 0: Fix it yourself. If you are — or are married to — one of those “Handy People” you can find YouTube videos on how to do this yourself. But I am not one of those people. Hence the name “Option 0” as in “Zero chance I will actually go this route.”
Option 1: Replace it. Except that it’s not eligible to be replaced until February 2011, meaning we’d be paying an extra $100 to upgrade and — despite what you may have heard — the iPhone 4 is selling like hotcakes, and there’s still a 3-week wait for it.
Option 2: Fix it. I called Apple, who quoted me $200. They swap it out with an entirely different phone.
Option 3: Authorized Apple Repair Shop. The nearest one is over an hour away, and they “don’t do iPhones.”
Option 4: Ask on Twitter. Well, even people who have upgraded to the iPhone 4 may not have gotten theirs yet, and the pickings were slim. Best offer was around $150.
Option 5: Call AT&T. Yeah, this is officially the “grasping at straws” level, given that the average AT&T store a) doesn’t do repairs and b) contains employees who are slightly more helpful than a paperweight. I didn’t hold out much hope. The guy who answered the phone said that they didn’t do repairs, and he had heard once about somebody who had it repaired somewhere local, but he couldn’t remember where, and it wasn’t a place that you’d think of.
Because, really, if you work at an AT&T retail store in an extremely rural area, why would you bother retaining (or writing down) the information about where people could get broken screens fixed??!
I asked if there was anyone else who worked there who might know, and he put me on hold for a minute and said “No, she can’t remember the name of the place either. There’s a Radio Shack in [town about 30 minutes away] that might be able to do it. I mean, it’s a Radio Shack, but it’s not like the one we have here.”
I thanked him and hung up.
Option 6: Call… Radio Shack? I called up, explained the situation, and waited hesitantly for an answer.
“Yeah, I’ve done it before”… (it sounded better when he said it than it does in print)… “but you have to get the glass off Amazon or eBay.” (I had actually seen these kits already in relation to Option Zero, above. How much?) “Well, the kit is like $12, and I can replace it for probably $20…”
SOLD.
I ordered the kit (shown above) which will be delivered tomorrow (thank you, Amazon Prime).
Fingers crossed, people.
My friends, if you have been reading this site for more than a day and a half you know that I am not a person who has difficulty coming up with words to say.1
In academia — with its emphasis on page-count — this is usually a plus. “A 10 page paper? No problem, give me an hour.”
I generally end up with 25-50% more than what I need, which allows me to cut/edit/tighten/revise and end up with a decent final product.
My project proposal (and I quote) “is to be 15-20 pages.” I decided to just write what seemed natural and see how far I went.
The result? 8 pages.
Now what?
I’ve never had to go back and add material.
Do I turn it in and hope that when they say “is to be” they really mean “Well, you know, usually it should be 15-20 pages, but YOUR eight pages is JUST SOOOOOO GOOOD that we’ll accept it”?
I’m probably going to end of deleting the whole stupid thing and start over again. I’m not sure why, but that tends to be a significant part of my editing process. In fact I suspect that will be the hardest part of writing the final paper itself, which — at 120 pages — is not conducive to my “scorched earth” editing style.
ps - I queued this like 10 hours ago. Dear Tumblr Queue: please get your head out of your ass.
That’s the nice way to put it. ↩
I never see a hot guy who looks like he bathes regularly in one of those “Game Over” bride/groom shirts. So weird, right? — AmyJane
For Nicky