Someone’s dream job anyway… not mine. Not that I don’t love the lolcats. I just can’t imagine looking at 9000 raw entries per week, much less per day. I think I wouldn’t like lolcats very much after a few days of that.
But oh! Hey! i can has cheezburger lives in Seattle! I did not know that.
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First, I have to say: “Jubilee!” is a word I picked up while reading all of Finslippy’s archives the last few weeks. Thank you, Alice, for giving me a new word, a new exclamation.
Second, Jubilee! Because I have fixed my printer! It has been showing an amber light for years, and refusing to print (for years!), and all this time I have been making do with other printers that are not on my desk. Just now, having decided to try replacing the toner (even though I was sure that wasn’t the problem), I wrestled the old cartridge out, and Lo! And Behold! There was a piece of paper resting where pieces of paper shouldn’t be resting. Removed the paper, stuck the toner cartridge back in, and the amber light went off and the green light went ON! And the printer proceeded to print the job I sent to it this morning.
Ahhhhh.
We’ve been hearing helicopters over our neighborhood for about an hour now. A little while ago I finally got to the computer and checked the news, and found the situation to be just about as scary as I imagined:
Search for armed Seattle bank robber
12:47 PM PDT on Tuesday, April 15, 2008
KING5.com Staff
[photo caption:] Police surround a U.S. Bank branch in north Seattle after it was robbed by an armed man on Tuesday, April 15, 2008.
SEATTLE – Police have taken at least two people into custody during a house-to-house [search] after a man robbed a bank at gunpoint this morning.
Seattle police say the robbery happened just before 11 a.m. at a U.S. Bank branch in the 1000 block of NE 63rd Street.
The suspect is a described as a white man in his 20’s with a black hoodie and black pants.
At least one man and one woman have been detained during the search. A SWAT team is now searching through a home where at least one of them was found.
So, yeah. The first time I checked, they had not yet taken anyone into custody, and the police were described as entering houses with guns drawn. I was expecting to see shadowy figures in the yard at any moment. So very yikes. Hopefully it’s almost over.
UPDATE! The helicopters are gone I think. And the news is no longer reporting a manhunt in progress — now it’s being described in the past tense. And baby and I are safe and sound. Whew!
But not completely un-mad, either. See, I had an accident. A stupid, stupid accident. About two and a half weeks ago, I’d just arrived at my parents’ house to have dinner and pick up the little one. I was apparently not paying enough attention to the complicated task of getting out of the car, and I slipped, and my foot shot out sideways and then my knee (or was it my whole being?) was just ow ow ow OW OW! OW! . . . I spent the next few hours on the couch, with ice, waiting to see if it was going to get better or worse, and being really mad. (“I don’t have TIME for this!”) Also fretting about work and texting M (my husband). And being cheered up by little sister A and her kids.
Eventually, since the swelling wasn’t going down, we made the decision to go to the ER. And since we didn’t know how bad it was and didn’t want to make it worse, we called for an ambulance. The EMTs came — luckily without sirens — and they were very nice and asked me a bunch of questions. (It was surprisingly uncomfortable being the center of that kind of attention.) Then they put my leg in this neat immobilizer contraption and put me on the stretcher and hauled me away. Luckily they allowed A to come along in the ambulance with me. M was to meet us there as soon as he could get there.
The ER experience was the easiest I’ve had yet. They put me in a private room immediately (really!) and proceeded to do exams and x-rays right away. There were short periods of waiting, but nothing unreasonable. They supplied me with a knee immobilizer and two crutches and a referral and a small supply of painkillers, and then sent me on my way.
We eventually got home and got settled in the guest room (no stairs that way). I got in to see my usual doctor (who happens to specialize in lady parts and sports medicine) four days later, and had an MRI six days after that, and a second consultation two days after that. (All the while trying to figure out how the heck to walk around on crutches, and finding out that vicodin makes me feel too weird.)
Here’s what the MRI people found:
1. Minimally impacted fracture of the lateral tibial epiphysis.
2. Multiple areas of bone contusion invovling the proximal tibia and lateral femoral condyle.
3. Possible grade 1 sprain near the femoral origin of the ACL.
My doctor’s translation: compression fracture of the tibia (shin bone) resulting in a deep bone bruise, and sprained ACL (which is rare, usually it just breaks). At least I think that’s what she said. I should really write things down more often. The upshot: NO SURGERY! Yay! A hundred times Yay! I just have to ice it and do quad exercises and keep off it until it feels better. I go back for a follow-up in a few weeks. Until then, it’s like bed rest most of the time so far. M has been taking care of me and the little one and, well, everything. He’s my hero. Seriously. I’m going a little stir crazy but not too bad usually. In a couple days I’m going to try going back to work for a few hours and see if there’s any way I can be useful there.
So that’s why I was mad enough to swear. Thank you for your patience.
A few weeks ago a couple of boxes appeared in the mail room of the library where I work. The address label said DONATION ENCLOSED, which equals somebody else’s problem, so I didn’t look at them very closely. Then yesterday a co-worker mentioned that they appeared to be from L. Ron Hubbard! I had a better look today, and sure enough:
And of course I had to see what was inside. And it seemed that some sort of documentation was in order. So here’s me, heading back down to the mail room, camera in hand, imagining getting a box open, wondering if it would have actual poison in it, seeing myself collapsed on the floor, camera gone flying…. I was brave and opened one up anyway. And of course it was just books and a DVD. Maybe they had poison on them, I don’t know. I feel fine so far. I did feel kind of dirty touching them though.
Anyway, it was LOTS of books:
And that’s just from one box! They sent us two times this amount of crap! What do they think we are, a Crap Library?
I had to get a close-up of the DVD, since it has a picture of L. Ron himself on the cover. Click to embiggen …if you dare.
Then I put all the books and the DVD back in the box, and closed it up again. SEP Field engaged!