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electriclandMuch against my will, I'm rooting for Anaheim. Can't resist an underdog, particularly when they've done such an amazing job coming from behind (twice!) in this series. But it's not looking good for them.
(Everyone's playoff beard is nicely advanced. Much better than in the early rounds.)
(Hm. I THINK I just saw my friend Jean in that Canadian Tire ad. I know he's in it somewhere, but my reception is worse than usual. They're right though, that dog is really cute.)
Stayed far too late at work. My problem (one of them -- I have several) is my tendency to worry at a problem, which is usually some repetitive task tangentially related to the real, less solvable problem, far beyond the point of optimum return. Tonight, for example, I was trying to figure out how to import images into a FileMaker database, in hopes that this would reduce the file size -- it should have been easy but it wasn't letting me. Turns out this is because there were periods in the filenames, which FileMaker doesn't like. Cracked it eventually, but only at the expense of sitting there until 9:30ish, doggedly ignoring my increasingly grumpy stomach. And it doesn't address the real problem, which is that we only have about a third of the images done, the integrator starts tomorrow, and my artist is busy with another emergency. Oh well. I think it'll be OK, the integrator has plenty to keep her busy for now, but if one of my other projects DOES come back from review this week as threatened, I'm going to have to find someone else.
(oh shit. New Jersey just scored again. A little over 3 minutes to go. Anaheim is screwed...)
Took a taxi home 'cause I'd missed the bus and it was raining. Delighted to see the Westmount lawn bowling club out on the green, under the sodium lights, dressed to ignore the rain in yellow ponchos and slickers and sou'westers with their lawn bowling whites underneath. This always makes me happy.
(And that's that. WHAT are they throwing on the ice?)
(Everyone's playoff beard is nicely advanced. Much better than in the early rounds.)
(Hm. I THINK I just saw my friend Jean in that Canadian Tire ad. I know he's in it somewhere, but my reception is worse than usual. They're right though, that dog is really cute.)
Stayed far too late at work. My problem (one of them -- I have several) is my tendency to worry at a problem, which is usually some repetitive task tangentially related to the real, less solvable problem, far beyond the point of optimum return. Tonight, for example, I was trying to figure out how to import images into a FileMaker database, in hopes that this would reduce the file size -- it should have been easy but it wasn't letting me. Turns out this is because there were periods in the filenames, which FileMaker doesn't like. Cracked it eventually, but only at the expense of sitting there until 9:30ish, doggedly ignoring my increasingly grumpy stomach. And it doesn't address the real problem, which is that we only have about a third of the images done, the integrator starts tomorrow, and my artist is busy with another emergency. Oh well. I think it'll be OK, the integrator has plenty to keep her busy for now, but if one of my other projects DOES come back from review this week as threatened, I'm going to have to find someone else.
(oh shit. New Jersey just scored again. A little over 3 minutes to go. Anaheim is screwed...)
Took a taxi home 'cause I'd missed the bus and it was raining. Delighted to see the Westmount lawn bowling club out on the green, under the sodium lights, dressed to ignore the rain in yellow ponchos and slickers and sou'westers with their lawn bowling whites underneath. This always makes me happy.
(And that's that. WHAT are they throwing on the ice?)
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Date: 2003-06-10 02:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-06-10 07:37 am (UTC)Um . . .
Date: 2003-06-10 08:46 am (UTC)MSN Conversation:
P: it's late. Go home.
ELL: I'm going soon, promise.
Uh huh. Whatever. 2 more HOURS!!! *Stern look*
P.