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2006-09-27 - 7:11 p.m. Some days, I wonder. I wonder how long it takes to get over missing a pet. Poor Educaitlin lost Casey, which made me sniffle. (Hugs to educait!) I admit I mopped the kitchen last week and cried a little over the empty corner where cat food use to be. I wonder if I should move this blog thingy to livejournal as many people have jumped over, and the guestbook on diaryland seems to have stopped working. Now, I like getting g-book notes so this is v. annoying. I wonder if I�m too much of a bitch. Is plain speaking called bitchy because I�m a woman? If I were a man, would I be called forceful and admired for my fortitude? (Just got off the phone with UPS who delivered my package to the wrong address and, unwisely, started down the road of Can�t you just go where we misdelivered it and see if they have it? Or call the company you ordered from and see if someone returned it? Unwise. So, I say, Well, since I didn�t loose the package, I�m a bit confused why I need to make all these calls?) (Roland said they deserved it. Anyone want to take bets whether the UPS guys really do call me back within the next hour? Cause I think I�ll be on hold again asking what arrangements they�ve made.) (I also put some incompetent people up against the wall today. No, my guys aren�t working on it anymore until you can describe your interface. We used the requirements you gave us � I have no clue why it won�t work. I mean, you built the thing, surely you know what signal is on which pin? If not, go figure that out cause I�ve got higher priority things to do than back engineer your stuff. Whiners.) I wonder how much longer till work gets very cool. It�s getting crazier and crazier as we approach integration. But we have a structure now, and it looks like a real spacecraft, not a power point slide. And there are holes to bolt my stuff to any everything. Nice holes in the panels that Ormswyn�s group made. And, soon, I get to hang it from the ceiling and shake things. I wonder where P got the froggy towel for Dangerbaby? I *know* I'm not responsible, but nearly spit diet coke on my monitor when those pictures came in. I wonder if I can get Rags to eat grits. We had a Rags and Anneke visit over the weekend, which was fabulous, and the Masters of Defense event was good too. Amongst other fun, I fed Rags Theo-pizza which made him cabbage patch happily at breakfast. Now, I still live in shock that Rags eats some of what I cook, but mostly I make stuff involving cheese in some form or another. But when I considered making grits for breakfast, I got a Mr. Yuck face. Honestly, I make killer cheese grits so now I�m feeling challenged like the time I got Andy to eat brussel sprouts. (I think I�ll lie down till this passes.) So we stayed up too late most of the weekend: Yes, of course I got chat-narred but at least this time I didn�t see the sun rise. I wonder if I can set up a podcast. Nia, Nikulai & Adam, Roz and Gaston are staying with us before Crusades. The last time Nia and Nikulai came up, they were snowed in which led to a long retelling in Mistress Theo�s Wild Ride. But that was �03 and now we have podcasts. And I�m adding three more people to the mix. Scary, isn�t it? I wonder if anyone�s noticed with all the cell-phone, GPS, internet, podcasting, fingerprint security world that we�ve invented Big Brother. George Orwell would be aghast. I wonder if Orwell�s still alive? � � � 
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