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Aug. 9th, 2011 10:11 pm1. It's funny, if it weren't for my flist - I'd know relatively little about the London riots and assume they ended quickly yesterday, just a bleep on the radar screen. The Metro barely mentioned them - it did however have a rather lengthy article on the national debt and the dow (stock market) dropping 600 points. (Not to worry - it rose again 400 points today.)
Hope all my London friends are okay? Haven't seen anything from londonkds in a bit...which is odd. Anyone know if he is okay? He may just be on vacation. It's really hard to tell. My flist is varied - some people blog every day and if they aren't going to blog - they give you advanced warning (I'm taking off for five days, no internet, see you when I get back), others are intermittent bloggers...(they blog maybe once or twice a week, sometimes once or twice a month...)others do it once every two years. So it is rather hard to tell with some bloggers whether or not they have just gone on walk-a-about or something dire has happened and we should pull our resources together to hunt down their whereabouts to determine if they are okay and not lying either in a ditch somewhere or on their floor unconscious.
What I have read about the riots...makes me think that a race/class war is on the horizon. Economic down-turns bring out the worst in people. Instead of banding together to help each other - which some of us do, there's a lot of people who give in to rage and go nuts.
2. Rained today - torrential rain. Quite annoying. Got soaked on the way home from work.
3. Not much else of interest to report. Except the internet does - no matter where I am on it - soak up a ton of time. Minutes become hours with barely a nod. I should install an alarm or something - "YOU HAVE BEEN ON THE INTERNET AN HOUR - GET OFF! NOW!" Does this happen to anyone else?
4.Lady at work...who broke her foot (actually you fractured her big in three places, and two smaller toes in two places) called me today to thank me for donating money to purchase a Kindle for her. (I was a bit taken aback - since I only donated four bucks..hardly anything worth mentioning. I donate five for deaths in the family, three - four for broken bones that require surgery, and twenty for natural disasters that devastate you in some way. Retirements party's and baby showers...I never know how much to donate to - usually anywhere from 1-5 bucks if it's in the office, if a party outside which includes a meal/etc - I only do if I actually know and have spent time with the person. One can go broke rapidly in an office environment if one is not careful.) I said - "You are calling everyone who donated money?"
(Because considering they raised enough for a Kindle and a gift certificate - I'm guessing it was a lot of people. Either that - or there's some very generous office mates wandering about.)
She ignored the question and just continued to thank me profusely. Feeling a bit overwhelmed and very guilty (because I never know what to do when people give me stuff - I just send a note or say thank you in person or return the favor or pass it forward...sometimes all of the above), I asked how she broke her foot - apparently a gate that she was leaning against, after stumbling on high heel shoes, broke off and fell on it. (OUCH!) I winced in sympathy. And it happened on her vacation too. Double Ouch. As a result, she needed surgery - on her big toe.
At any rate - I asked which books she had ordered. It was The Help. I swear - everyone but me has read The Help. Aunts read The Help, Momster read The Help (and proceeded to tell me the whole plot...which made me not want to read The Help. Momster has ruined many a good book for me in this fashion.), and several others...including lots of people at work.
I on the other hand read weird books that I can't tell people at work or at church or in my family that I read without watching their eyes squint and look at me oddly. Another Co-worker,
B, asked if I was a person who always was reading a book. Yep, I replied. I'm always reading a book - always have. I read everything. I go through genres. Right now - I'm on a sci-fi/fantasy kick which will most likely end eventually. She reads informational stuff, like the Paper. I read the Paper too - intermittently, but since it is usually deeply depressing or sends my blood-pressure sky-rocketing, I've stopped and gone back to sci-fi/fantasy books.
Read enough non-fiction at work and on the internet, thank you very much. The longest book conversation I've had at work has been with a co-worker about Game of Thrones and Clash of Kings (he gave up on the series after Clash of Kings...he needs resolution, I'm guessing not a Dickens serial fan?), and aisle mate (gal who works across the cubicul aisle from me) regarding Harry Potter - we recently had a discussion regarding whether the last movie was trying to hint that Snape was actually Harry's father. (I realized half-way through the conversation that aisle mate was a huge Snape shipper. Good thing I've always liked Snape.)
Hope all my London friends are okay? Haven't seen anything from londonkds in a bit...which is odd. Anyone know if he is okay? He may just be on vacation. It's really hard to tell. My flist is varied - some people blog every day and if they aren't going to blog - they give you advanced warning (I'm taking off for five days, no internet, see you when I get back), others are intermittent bloggers...(they blog maybe once or twice a week, sometimes once or twice a month...)others do it once every two years. So it is rather hard to tell with some bloggers whether or not they have just gone on walk-a-about or something dire has happened and we should pull our resources together to hunt down their whereabouts to determine if they are okay and not lying either in a ditch somewhere or on their floor unconscious.
What I have read about the riots...makes me think that a race/class war is on the horizon. Economic down-turns bring out the worst in people. Instead of banding together to help each other - which some of us do, there's a lot of people who give in to rage and go nuts.
2. Rained today - torrential rain. Quite annoying. Got soaked on the way home from work.
3. Not much else of interest to report. Except the internet does - no matter where I am on it - soak up a ton of time. Minutes become hours with barely a nod. I should install an alarm or something - "YOU HAVE BEEN ON THE INTERNET AN HOUR - GET OFF! NOW!" Does this happen to anyone else?
4.Lady at work...who broke her foot (actually you fractured her big in three places, and two smaller toes in two places) called me today to thank me for donating money to purchase a Kindle for her. (I was a bit taken aback - since I only donated four bucks..hardly anything worth mentioning. I donate five for deaths in the family, three - four for broken bones that require surgery, and twenty for natural disasters that devastate you in some way. Retirements party's and baby showers...I never know how much to donate to - usually anywhere from 1-5 bucks if it's in the office, if a party outside which includes a meal/etc - I only do if I actually know and have spent time with the person. One can go broke rapidly in an office environment if one is not careful.) I said - "You are calling everyone who donated money?"
(Because considering they raised enough for a Kindle and a gift certificate - I'm guessing it was a lot of people. Either that - or there's some very generous office mates wandering about.)
She ignored the question and just continued to thank me profusely. Feeling a bit overwhelmed and very guilty (because I never know what to do when people give me stuff - I just send a note or say thank you in person or return the favor or pass it forward...sometimes all of the above), I asked how she broke her foot - apparently a gate that she was leaning against, after stumbling on high heel shoes, broke off and fell on it. (OUCH!) I winced in sympathy. And it happened on her vacation too. Double Ouch. As a result, she needed surgery - on her big toe.
At any rate - I asked which books she had ordered. It was The Help. I swear - everyone but me has read The Help. Aunts read The Help, Momster read The Help (and proceeded to tell me the whole plot...which made me not want to read The Help. Momster has ruined many a good book for me in this fashion.), and several others...including lots of people at work.
I on the other hand read weird books that I can't tell people at work or at church or in my family that I read without watching their eyes squint and look at me oddly. Another Co-worker,
B, asked if I was a person who always was reading a book. Yep, I replied. I'm always reading a book - always have. I read everything. I go through genres. Right now - I'm on a sci-fi/fantasy kick which will most likely end eventually. She reads informational stuff, like the Paper. I read the Paper too - intermittently, but since it is usually deeply depressing or sends my blood-pressure sky-rocketing, I've stopped and gone back to sci-fi/fantasy books.
Read enough non-fiction at work and on the internet, thank you very much. The longest book conversation I've had at work has been with a co-worker about Game of Thrones and Clash of Kings (he gave up on the series after Clash of Kings...he needs resolution, I'm guessing not a Dickens serial fan?), and aisle mate (gal who works across the cubicul aisle from me) regarding Harry Potter - we recently had a discussion regarding whether the last movie was trying to hint that Snape was actually Harry's father. (I realized half-way through the conversation that aisle mate was a huge Snape shipper. Good thing I've always liked Snape.)