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23rd August 2012, 09:36 AM
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It looks like a nifty tool, particularly for things like drug discovery and any field where you're building a library of compounds, but even the niftiest tool requires skilled tool-wielders and tends to have limited scope of application.
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23rd August 2012, 09:57 AM
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23rd August 2012, 02:14 PM
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I got my car back yesterday. Only one of the front wheel bearings was damaged, but Toyota replaced them both as a courtesy. The service manager was terrific. He told me my car was still not driving as smoothly as he would like, so as an experiment, he swapped out my tires with those of a brand new Scion off the lot. The car drove like new at that point. When he found out my tires were still under warranty, he advised me to go back to the place where I bought them and request a replacement. He told me to have the people at the tire place call him if they gave me any trouble. Oh, and I noticed this morning that my car had been washed and vacuumed. 
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#208
24th August 2012, 02:32 PM
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Very nice!
Kids are funny. Three ten year old brats are playing in the street, jumping their bikes off a 2x6 propped up on a brick. Kid 1: Watch and learn! [pedal, pedal, pedal, hop] Kid 2: [MJ] You preach, I teach! [pedal, pedal, pedal, hop] Kid 3: [Arnie] I'll be back. [pedal, pedal, pedal, hop] Kid 1: Pull over, jack! Kid 2: What? Kid 1: Your registration is expired. Kid 2: Oh no it isn't, see I just renewed it. [magical flourish] Kid 1: Off to jail for you! Kid 2: [Three seconds later] It's been 60 seconds, I'm out sucka! Kid 1: [Kartman] Respect my authoritah! Kid 3: CAR!! Kids: RUN FOR IT! AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH! [Car passes] Kid 3: [Peeks through bushes] It's quiet. Kid 1: Yeah. Too quiet. Nonstop, all afternoon. Somebody is raising these little varmints right.
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24th August 2012, 03:27 PM
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Not worth it IMO for a social weed smoker who still smokes occasionally cigs or a tobacco pipe. Different tokes for different folks, I guess -- for as often as I burn, I just take whatever somebody throws my way in the course of listening to some good music. I still can't understand people who smoke everyday all day who DON'T use a vaporizer. But pocket-sized? A couple of 1.5V sources? Doesn't seem like batteries are going to do it without a big transformer and a couple of big capacitors.  Should be able to build one on a breadboard with some parts. No?
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#210
25th August 2012, 10:41 AM
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Once every year or so my husband's sister visits from Colorado. Family meets at a local restaurant, eats some bad food, catches up.
Aunt Marie wasn't there this year. She's in a care center. Aunt Marie is 96. Here's how it happened: She's baking an angel food cake. She opens the oven door to take the cake out, moves wrong and falls, cracks her pelvis. She uses her walker to get herself upright, takes the cake out of the oven, puts it on the kitchen counter, closes the oven door, turns off the oven, and only then does she press the life alert button. They don't make women like that anymore. 
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25th August 2012, 10:55 AM
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Today I have achieved many small boxes filled with books. This would all have taken much less time if large boxes had been used but then they'd have been too hard to move. So many small boxes it is.
Somehow I still have the same number of unboxed books as before. It's like they're multiplying faster than I can keep up. 
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25th August 2012, 02:38 PM
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The weather's finally broken back down to seasonable, and we have no where we need to be this weekend, so it's back into Swimmy's room.
The progress thus far: Husband cleared the ceiling in preparation for shimming and drywall. Yesterday he took out the old bathroom doorway, today he framed in for the wall that will replace it. I was vindicated in my sleuthing - not only can you see where they cut the old wall stud to put the doorway in, but the old wallpaper from 1923 was still intact behind the doorway trim. The wallpaper? Oh. My. It's alligator-style wallpaper, both in color and texture.  It's deep, evil green and looks like a skin illness.:: takes time out from writing post to do Powder Milk Biscuit dance with girls :: I shop-vacced and mopped all the soot and plaster dust from the floor, then I scrubbed down the walls. They had been wallpapered by the last owner. Apparently, in addition to wallpaper paste, she also used snot. Or rubber cement. Or Gorilla glue or something. That was fun to remove. Hey, did you know if you've got a crack in your plaster you can just slap duct tape over it and paint it? No one will ever know.  I started some basic repairs on a bit of the plaster, but there's no sense doing a wholesale plaster repair until we move the windows because that process is liable to make more plaster trouble. I expect the new window to be here in a week or so. Meanwhile I can repair the plaster on the fireplace and put up the mantle, and paint the closet and prep and hang the door. I scrubbed the inside of the closet today and intended to ream out the radiator but ran out of energy. It can wait. I can't paint the rad anyway, stupid fumes.
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25th August 2012, 04:19 PM
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There was CAKE at stake there. Aunt Marie rules!
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25th August 2012, 04:22 PM
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25th August 2012, 10:35 PM
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We went there yesterday, McNuts. They wouldn't give us tickets because they said Salambit wasn't tall enough, not even for the family rides. They even got the yardstick out. She's 35"; but I was under the impression she could ride the slower "family" rides accompanied by an adult. (We've done that at other fairs.)
Oh well. The goats were fun to look at. And next year, she'll have as much fun as Miss Nugget, there! I can't believe how grown up she looks!  
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25th August 2012, 10:55 PM
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I opened my big mouth and suggested we could probably go on the ferris wheel, and then immediately realized there might be a height issue and started downplaying it. Then we got nearer to the larger ferris wheel and I saw that it was a basket type, where you really would have to be trying to fall out, and I thought surely they would allow a 40 incher to go along with parents. Not only was that not true, but the smaller ferris wheel had a 42 inch minimum, too. Nugget was quite disappointed until we distracted her with bunnies and chickens.
It had occurred to me that it wouldn't be impossible to actually run into you there, given that we were in your general vicinity. That would be pretty strange. ETA: Highlight of the day for nugget was petting a very pretty white cow that was lined up and waiting to be judged, and suddenly the cow just hauled off and started shitting up a storm. "That cow is pooping! That cow is poooping! It should not be pooping!" We saw a goat poop and then step in it, too, which was also commented upon. Kids are great.
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25th August 2012, 11:45 PM
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Yeah, lots o' smells at the fair...I saw a goat poop for the first time in my life, unintentionally, and my reaction was severe enough to cause my husband to raise an eyebrow: "You worked as a farm hand when you were eight! You're telling me this is the first time you've ever seen a goat poop?" What can I say? We didn't have goats. And rabbits just leave their pellets and hop away. I didn't bother observing anything closer than that. Salambit's only comment at this time was: "Eyeew!" Followed by a raspberry.
I did just review the height restrictions on the fair website, and Salambit would have been tall enough for the carousels, her favorite. Grumble. Ah, it's around until Labor Day, yeah? It's entirely possible she could grow another inch this week. We don't go on weekends now that we live closer to it. The traffic can be crazy. I think the parade was today, too. We went for a nice family drive through the back roads in the opposite direction of the fair today. Found a nice park out in Maltby, not a soul there.
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26th August 2012, 12:18 AM
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Boy that brings back a blast from the past. Many moons ago, me & some buddies were trolling for hotties at the county fair. My friend Bill was looking particularly dapper that day in a tight tee shirt and new levis. He got separated from the group waiting in line to get a drink and was walking back toward us through the parking area. Just as he stepped behind a big horse trailer, a fetid blat of horse exhaust basically hosed him from about the chest down on one side. After much hilarity and mocking we took him on a mercy mission to shower and change. We made him ride in the back of the truck though. I must say, he took it well.
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26th August 2012, 10:31 AM
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26th August 2012, 10:35 AM
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Ahm naht hagh. Ahm naht allahd tah bah hagh cahs ahm a trahndrahvar.
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26th August 2012, 10:37 AM
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Oh, I forgot my thing. Here's my thing:
It turns out I have entirely too many books. I would never have thought this but after having spent far too long packing them into many tiny boxes I now realise I have too many books. I'm pruning out the utter crap but even so. Too many books! (I've rediscovered so many brilliant books!)
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26th August 2012, 10:37 AM
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What is this I don't even words.
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26th August 2012, 10:40 AM
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I always use beer boxes for books. Designed for heavy things, yet small - with hand holes built in!
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26th August 2012, 10:44 AM
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26th August 2012, 10:57 AM
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The past three days we've been spending playing soccer. At parks, in our backyard. I've been losing weight like crazy, and this is the first time in a long time I not only felt the urge to go play, but actually had the energy to follow through. I haven't played since high school. Turns out I'm still pretty good, if a bit rusty, but everyone else playing is over 30, too, so I'm not the only geezer on the field. I'm most shocked by the energy I have, and the endurance. A year ago I'd have run across the pitch once or twice and sat down with a plop and a red face and no breath. These past few days, I've pulled a full 90+ minutes, outlasting most everyone else, except my husband, playing opposite me. That was fun. He didn't go easy, either. I got three goals in three days: none the first, one yesterday, two today. Woo!
Now my cheeks are ruddy, but not fatty ruddy. Sunshine and exercise ruddy. Ugh, so sore.
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27th August 2012, 12:51 PM
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This afternoon I was scheduled for an interview for a new position in my department. My boss, the HR lady, and boss's boss were to attend. Thirty minutes before the time, I was informed by HR that they had to reschedule it for Thursday, because HR had a conflict. Ugh. I was disappointed, because I had worked myself up to being all nervous about this and I wanted it to be over with!
So... I went to my boss's boss and asked him if he was ok with the Thursday reschedule, and he said, ahem... "I won't be attending because as far as I'm concerned it's a done deal." I said, "Does that mean what I hope it means?" and he just smiled... WHOOP!!! He said they have to interview because one other person has applied, but I'm the preferred one, because I have the most experience. I already do everything that the new position requires anyway. So let's get this crap over with and give me MO' MONEY!
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27th August 2012, 01:08 PM
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Drinks are on Rebo!
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27th August 2012, 01:23 PM
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Good on ya, Grandma Mod!
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27th August 2012, 06:48 PM
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Congratulations! It's nice to see some upward mobility.
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28th August 2012, 03:27 AM
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Four major projects launching in the next ten days, all at that bit where they become unravelled. I am so exhausted I can barely think
Blew a tyre on the way home today in the utter darkness, and a two hour wait for help. (Can change a tyre in the light, not pitch black) Knocked the dish rack off the sink tonight, and it was filled with clean dishes that shattered everywhere Grah. Ok? Grah! And grats Rebo x Eta and wrong thread, eek. Sorry Last edited by threnody; 28th August 2012 at 03:35 AM.
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Our future neighbor drove by our house site this morning and they've broken ground! Services only at this point but still rediculously excited.
And yesterday I bought the photo that my new office will be built around. One of my favorite photographers sent out an email because they were closing down a warehouse where they stored items that had been on display so I purchased a beautiful piece that I would never have otherwise been able to afford and I can't wait to hang it. I will have to of course since there are 20 months and 2 weeks to go. I'm starting to see the attraction of those damn count down timers
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28th August 2012, 08:42 AM
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Eta: literally just walked by the mirror. I'm wearing an old tank top I don't usually wear (no reason, I just don't) and I caught a glimpse of myself as I hurried by. I had to stop, reverse, and actually look. Holy. Crap. The "mom rolls" are virtually gone. I am inspired to play more soccer. Heh. "Soccer Mom." Last edited by Salambo; 28th August 2012 at 08:47 AM.
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In going through papers brought back from Tennessee, I found the paper sent to my grandmother when Grandfather died, recognizing his military service because he fought in World War II. Okay, perhaps that's overstating it a bit. He was in the army for approximately ten days before the war ended. Apparently, he didn't like to talk about it because, well, ten days! Grandmother would have wanted every adulation due him, so we know she's the one who sent for it.
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Progress of the detente between our Kitties Who Are Mortal Enemies continues. Both are on the floor at the same time, both asleep, within less than ten feet of one another. This is such a momentous event that I felt photographic proof was required to document it. Don't know what has spurred this easing of tensions between the rival powers, but I'll gladly take it.
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They probably get it from the Social Security Administration. Once SSA is notified of a person's passing, that information is sent "downstream" to a lot of government agencies like Medicare, etc.
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Husband's best friend called him yesterday to tell him (shhhhh!) he's getting married today. No one else knows but the couple to be wed. They're surprising their immediate family with some sort of cover story. Husband says good for him - it's the most sensible thing he's done in ages. If you've followed my eyerolling stories of Husband's BFF, you'd recognize that the bar is set really low on that criteria. I wish them both the best just the same.
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You'll know where this is going right away but ima tell it anyway.
Weird but awesome: I've been thinking all week about this pretty ring I had as a kid that my grandmother gave me. It was one of hers, so I felt very privileged to be given it. But, like most eight year olds, at some point, I managed to lose it. I don't know why it's been on my mind so much, I just got to thinking how pretty it was and what a shame I lost it. It was a silver ring with a square cut aquamarine, with tiny diamonds on each side. The doorbell just rang, and I saw a package on my front step. No return address, and it was addressed to me, under my real, full name plus maiden name, which implies a family member sent it. No note of explanation inside. Just a little blue box with a white ribbon. With a silver, square cut aquamarine ring with little diamonds on each side contained within. In my size. It looks new, and it looks real. But I didn't even mention the old ring or how I'd been thinking of it to anybody...now I have to make some phone calls so I can thank whoever sent it.
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