September 15th, 2008

#1258: Sunday's post on Monday morning.

I slept a lot Sunday. I don't know why; I just did. I would wake up, realize that I was awake, think about getting up, and then fall asleep again. Oh well. I only got out of bed when the hydraulic pressure built up too high.

Not that there was much I could really do; it rained until late afternoon.

Saturday, Spike TV was showing a marathon of their idiotic Ultimate Fighting Challenge show. I was pleased that I'd checked the TV listings before turning anything on. Sunday morning I checked the satellite listings and confirmed that the Powerblock was actually on, then set the VCR to record the Powerblock and went back to bed.

...power failure, weird one, where half the house was dead and the other half wasn't--and it wasn't all one side, either. I knew what had happened: the power had dropped from one of the two phases coming in from the pole, leaving the other one up. My entertainment system had power but the fan and PC did not. WTF. Mom's bedside light was on but everything else was off. And so on.

Anyway, after a few moments, it all dropped. The power was off for maybe five minutes, tops, so I restarted everything.

This evening, then, after a couple eps of House, MD on USA, I started up the tape...and found that Spike had decided to run UFC instead of Powerblock. Thanks, assholes.

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I bopped over to McDonald's for some food, though I had not been able to decide what I'd wanted; finally deciding on just getting a couple double hamburgers and a fry, I changed my mind at the last minute--a couple of "southwest" chicken sandwiches, make it a combo, etc.

Either some moron screwed up, or these sandwiches are freakin' lame, because the "southwest chicken sandwich" I got consists of a piece of fried chicken breast--a bit spicier than the regular ones--and a few slices of pickle on a bun. No sauce, no lettuce, nothing, just dry chicken, pickle, and bread. And the "bit spicier" part? It was still bland. WTF.

I find that a bit hard to believe, considering how much in love with "special sauce" McDonald's is. Other than their basic burgers, there isn't a single sandwich product they make that doesn't feature some kind of weird goop that their R&D chefs came up with. (Or bought from a grocery store. The "special sauce" on the Big Mac, for example, is Kraft Sandwich Spread.)

Besides, this is a freaking $3 sandwich; do they mean to tell me that a $3 sandwich doesn't even get the toppings that come on a $1 McChicken? (Lettuce and mayo, BTW.)

Whatever the case may be, I'm not buying that thing again.

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It's sounding like the "flex pipe" I put on the Escort is going bad again--the exhaust is sounding a bit rumbly again. Well, that'll make it about 18 months since I put the last one on. It'd be nice if I could find the right part for the thing and make a proper repair, but WTF, these pipes cost about $5 and last long enough for my purposes, and they're not too hard to replace.

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September is just about half over. They've already got the Halloween merchandise about 80% set at the store, and as the "back to school" clearance gets sold off, more and more of it appears.

This year's theme is Domo-kun, and there's a giant stuffed Domo-kun hovering over mini-seasonal. I think they should raffle or auction that thing off when Halloween's over.

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Since I spent a lot of my weekend comatose, I really haven't got much to discuss. It rained a lot. The rain started--when, Thursday afternoon?--and didn't stop until Sunday afternoon, which makes it three freaking days with only little breaks here and there. Holy crap.

Now the air is a lot dryer, though, which is nice. The dewpoint's nice and low--52°--so it's no longer sticky.

Supposedly this is going to last for a couple of days, but God alone knows.

The grass will explode, of course.

#1259: Monday's post, before I hit the hay.

I just seem to have a lot more energy for work if I go to bed early--like, "before nine" early, even though I get up at 8 PM. I don't get it, but it works, so F it.

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Sunspot #1001 did not make it all the way across the face of the sun before fading out. Even if we are getting cycle 24 sunspots now, they are not lasting very long. 1001 formed on the side of the sun that faces us, so it was pretty short-lived.

I'm starting to wonder about the predictions from some sectors of the solar astronomy field of an extended solar minimum, the kind which produces global cooling like the Little Ice Age--that would suck.

Jerry Pournelle says it would take a few years (maybe a decade IIRC) to get a "foot of ice" on the ground, and real glaciers would take "less than a century". If we are entering into a period of reduced solar insolation, we'd better hope it's not worse than the Maunder Minimum was.

I doubt we're facing an actual real ice age, but you never know. We are overdue for one....

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I got to go home early Saturday morning. Again, everything was done--as I'd ruefully predicted before leaving for work, I spent most of my night in Receiving. First I did backstock; then went to the warehouse with Patrick; and finally I did Receiving after we got back from the warehouse.

I was done at 5:20. I helped make sure the back wall and the floor were clear, and I ended up leaving at 5:40 because there was simply nothing else I could possibly do, and I didn't feel like hanging around for another 20 minutes.

The huge rains we had--over six inches since Thursday!--ended up leading to leaks in the roof, and I found one leak in Receiving. I pulled that pallet down, and put a bucket where the pallet had been, to catch the drips. Fortunately the merchandise on that pallet (bathroom tissue!) was undamaged thanks to the plastic wrapping.

Tonight I expect that I'll probably end up doing Softlines (clothing) again. Oh well. It's pretty easy, anyway--no heavy lifting!--so if that's what I'm doing, I can live with that. Maybe it'll even be cooler in Receiving now that the rains have passed. (Ha ha. Right.)

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I also finally got around to trying something I'd thought to try before I got an MP3 player.

You see, from the days before I had a CD player in my car, I have a leftover "car kit" for a portable CD player--the 12v convertor dongle and cassette adaptor. It had occurred to me several times that the cassette thingy could be used to interface my MP3 player to the tape deck in the boom box at the warehouse. (The boom box in Receiving, sadly, does not have a cassette deck in it. Damn it.)

Friday night I actually thought to take the cassette adaptor with me. And after a little bit of trouble (I had the thing in the tape deck backwards) it worked splendidly, so I think I'll keep taking that thing with me on Fridays. Heh.

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The projected high temp for today is 63°. Hopefully that's right, because I'd rather leave my window open than run the AC any more this year.

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My current D2 character, Ruinatress, has achieved 90th level, and is not likely to get much higher than that before I complete the game. *sigh*

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It's about 100 days until Christmas and the store is already getting Christmas merchandise and displays in. I can't wait to see if they assemble the "angel with trumpet" wrong again: