I want the new Kindle from Amazon. It's shiny. However, at $400, I'll wait for the price to drop and some actual users to write reviews. Right now, there's 200 negative reviews by people who have never even used the device.
Still, it is awful shiny.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Sunday, November 04, 2007
November
SO, I had this little blog all planned and written about how I was going to do a "mini NaNoWriMo" this year because I just missed NaNo so darn much.
Then I was in a car accident Thursday night.
I was on my way to campus and some guy in a black car ran a stop side and just plowed into the passenger side of my car. I'm fine. Bruised and stiff, but fine. Actually, my boob is bruised from the seat belt, which is weird and uncomfortable.
I got out of the car. The guys on the corner (read: drug dealers) are all shouting at me to call 911 and I never even saw the guy that hit me. So I call 911 and Andy and wait.
This is in North Philly on a desolate stretch of road between two housing projects near Temple campus. It was scary.
Then this guy comes up (three teeth in his head) and asks if I can "help a brother out." I'm so confused I asked him what he means. Money. Couple of bucks. I tell him to fuck off. The fact that I was taller than him and starred him down was probably the only thing that prevented me from being mugged.
After he left, I went all weak in the knees. This was really scary. Then Andy showed up (thankfully, he was off work and nearby) so it wasn't so scary.
30 minutes later I call 911 again to check if the police are coming. They will, I'm told. I'm thinking, "Yeah, right." Half the force is looking for a cop killer. No one is coming to my little hit and run.
It gets near six and the sun is going down. The drug dealers tell me that even they go home after dark and the police are never going to come to this neighborhood. I have my phone out and am about to call 911 again to tell them never mine, when the police show up. It's a miracle!
Half and hour later, I'm on my way home by my nerves are still shaky.
The damage to my car is $5,000 and the frame might be bent, so there's still a chance it will be a total loss. The guys at the body shop told me it was amazing I could drive the car home considering the damage. The front passenger door is so badly bent, there is a two inch gap between the door and the roof. It's bad.
I was told it will take approx. 20 days to repair my car. Basically, it's getting an new right side. Everything was bent or rippled. The doors won't even open.
I went to the hospital and had x-rays taken. My chest hurts. It hurts to take a deep breathe, but that might be muscle bruising and not a broken bone. I'll find out on Monday. I'm taking a muscle relaxer that makes me sleepy. So I'm stiff during the day but fine at night.
At the end of this, Andy said, "Good thing you're not doing NaNo this year. Think how far down on your word count you'd be."
Yeah, this would have been a major setback. As it is, I've got just enough energy to do my homework.
Then I was in a car accident Thursday night.
I was on my way to campus and some guy in a black car ran a stop side and just plowed into the passenger side of my car. I'm fine. Bruised and stiff, but fine. Actually, my boob is bruised from the seat belt, which is weird and uncomfortable.
I got out of the car. The guys on the corner (read: drug dealers) are all shouting at me to call 911 and I never even saw the guy that hit me. So I call 911 and Andy and wait.
This is in North Philly on a desolate stretch of road between two housing projects near Temple campus. It was scary.
Then this guy comes up (three teeth in his head) and asks if I can "help a brother out." I'm so confused I asked him what he means. Money. Couple of bucks. I tell him to fuck off. The fact that I was taller than him and starred him down was probably the only thing that prevented me from being mugged.
After he left, I went all weak in the knees. This was really scary. Then Andy showed up (thankfully, he was off work and nearby) so it wasn't so scary.
30 minutes later I call 911 again to check if the police are coming. They will, I'm told. I'm thinking, "Yeah, right." Half the force is looking for a cop killer. No one is coming to my little hit and run.
It gets near six and the sun is going down. The drug dealers tell me that even they go home after dark and the police are never going to come to this neighborhood. I have my phone out and am about to call 911 again to tell them never mine, when the police show up. It's a miracle!
Half and hour later, I'm on my way home by my nerves are still shaky.
The damage to my car is $5,000 and the frame might be bent, so there's still a chance it will be a total loss. The guys at the body shop told me it was amazing I could drive the car home considering the damage. The front passenger door is so badly bent, there is a two inch gap between the door and the roof. It's bad.
I was told it will take approx. 20 days to repair my car. Basically, it's getting an new right side. Everything was bent or rippled. The doors won't even open.
I went to the hospital and had x-rays taken. My chest hurts. It hurts to take a deep breathe, but that might be muscle bruising and not a broken bone. I'll find out on Monday. I'm taking a muscle relaxer that makes me sleepy. So I'm stiff during the day but fine at night.
At the end of this, Andy said, "Good thing you're not doing NaNo this year. Think how far down on your word count you'd be."
Yeah, this would have been a major setback. As it is, I've got just enough energy to do my homework.
Saturday, October 20, 2007
If I Had a Billion Dollars
Tonight, discussing oue normal Saturday night topics, I announced that if I had a $120 billion dollars I'd build a space elevator. It would be the 3rd thing I would do with my money.
As little bit later I said that the 4th thing I would do with my $120 billion dollars would be to hire Natalie as my full time chef.
Del said, "Out of curiosity, what would be the first and second thing?"
Without hesitation I said, "I'd kidnapped authors and create a 'nature preserve' of a writer's natural habitat. You know, tiny drafty apartments with leaky roofs. And they would write for me."
Del looked horrified.
"Oh, I'd be evil. Whatever I did to get a 120 billion dollars made me evil."
"So the space elevator would be your liar?"
"Apparently."
As a side note, the second thing is less evil: be Ian Wright's sidekick on his travel show, Globe Trekker. It'd be awesome.
As little bit later I said that the 4th thing I would do with my $120 billion dollars would be to hire Natalie as my full time chef.
Del said, "Out of curiosity, what would be the first and second thing?"
Without hesitation I said, "I'd kidnapped authors and create a 'nature preserve' of a writer's natural habitat. You know, tiny drafty apartments with leaky roofs. And they would write for me."
Del looked horrified.
"Oh, I'd be evil. Whatever I did to get a 120 billion dollars made me evil."
"So the space elevator would be your liar?"
"Apparently."
As a side note, the second thing is less evil: be Ian Wright's sidekick on his travel show, Globe Trekker. It'd be awesome.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Grade Grubbing
Last night I got back my second paper from my Tuesday night class (Social Welfare and Policy) and the teacher wrote "Excellent. Sorry I can't think of a more critical comment."
Excellent! My work is excellent!
I'm so pleased. Really. Last night, despite having a cold and being exhausted, I could not stop smiling.
Even better, the professor used my paper as an example of "what to do." Well, he didn't say, "Melissa did an excellent job and we all so do as well as her paper," but I could tell. Actually, he did say that one paper was 19 pages and that was "correct" length our papers should be at. Mine is 19 pages! And then he added that some people did not have enough references and that one student had nearly 25 references. I had 24! (Yes, I counted in class.)
So, I'm very happy. The other class is doing well, also. Last week our essays were returned and I had a 9 out of 10. Not "excellent" but I'm very happy with that. It's still an A. Woot!
Excellent! My work is excellent!
I'm so pleased. Really. Last night, despite having a cold and being exhausted, I could not stop smiling.
Even better, the professor used my paper as an example of "what to do." Well, he didn't say, "Melissa did an excellent job and we all so do as well as her paper," but I could tell. Actually, he did say that one paper was 19 pages and that was "correct" length our papers should be at. Mine is 19 pages! And then he added that some people did not have enough references and that one student had nearly 25 references. I had 24! (Yes, I counted in class.)
So, I'm very happy. The other class is doing well, also. Last week our essays were returned and I had a 9 out of 10. Not "excellent" but I'm very happy with that. It's still an A. Woot!
Monday, October 15, 2007
Run Jule Run
Check out the interview Jule did on the run during the Baltimore Marathon. Du bist awesome!
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Name that poem
OK, I've got this half a line of poetry rattling around in my head and I can not think of where I read it. Help me identify it, please. "It is the meanest working, making one dollar do the work of five." Or something like that.
I'd like to use it in this paper I'm writing, but a Google search on those terms came up with nothing. I'm thinking it is Elliot, but what do I know?
I'd like to use it in this paper I'm writing, but a Google search on those terms came up with nothing. I'm thinking it is Elliot, but what do I know?
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