Half-hearted
I've noticed that we, as humans, like to find reasons to hate people. How do we respond to a car accident?
Some we hate lightly, some deeply. As if we even needed an enemy to face or reasons for disliking someone, we make up our own arbitrary reasons. The clothes they wear, the way they act, the things they say, the things they do, the things the believe, the things they enjoy... somehow we can take those and feel all opposed to them.
I was sitting at my desk at about 1930 playing guitar when from downstairs, the following question was heard:
I guess someone in our house is watching the game. Obviously, it's not me. I totally forgot it was going on. It's not like I won't know how it turns out.
Which leads me to my next topic. They were planning to watch the game at my church on something like a 100-inch screen. It turns out the NFL will sue you if you watch the game on a screen bigger than 55-inches. To me, this is just ridiculous. If they broadcast it, how can they then regulate how we watch it? I think that's a violation of rights. And if their convoluted idea is that people won't come to the game if they allow that to happen, I highly doubt that. How highly prized are tickets to the Superbowl? It's not as if they're having any trouble selling them all.
My dad was looking at a genealogy site that was natively in French, translated to English.
Once you figure it out, it makes sense, but it's hard to figure out where some of those words came from.
Then I got to open a package for my mom.
Wow... I didn't expect to see that on an actual package.
And then it seemed that I had entered an alternate reality. I opened a properties window in Windows for a large folder, and it proceeded to figure out how many tens of thousands of files and folders were in there. I then told it to not make them all read-only (why they were, I do not know). So as the progress bar for the read-only-removal was displayed, it wasn't right, since it didn't know how many files there were yet. It would go forwards, and then backwards, then flicker... it was quite interesting.
The Rhythmbox count is now 11,252 songs from 992 albums by 2,704 artists. This is 32 days, 14 hours, and 3 minutes of music, or 36 GB. A few of those are dupes. Some of those artists have only one song, and likewise for some albums... and some albums have 600 some songs. That's how I have almost three times as many artists as albums. Must... find... more...
I found a cool panorama application that does a very good job at lining up the pictures. However, altering the brightness and such so that they all look the same isn't so good. Right now, the best it can do is blend the hues together, which is just a blurry line instead of clear one. I'm working on finding out how to use the stitcher that will get it right... and then when I use a snow picture with straight white and no reference points for part of it, the road is all messed up in it.
Jessica was back this weekend, which was quite welcome after six weeks. We ended up at Shane's with Kelsey and Joanna, and then later Dylan and Zach. We had a good time playing Balderdash and watching some comedy. My suggestions of everyone-against-Jessica were ignored, and so she ended up way ahead. Then again, I don't know if we were even trying.
And since Nelly was right and we have a snow day, I think it will be a great time to do a few things.
Practice my clarinet.
Practice my bass since my clarinet is at school.
Fix my English book.
Do this before someone decides to set the cover on fire.
Post some quotes.
Find some stuff to deviate.
Find some stuff to delete.
See if Nelly was also right about water dowsing.
We'll see how much of that I get done. Our neighbors plowed and shoveled our driveway again, which is welcome, since I only had to do the walk, which took a few minutes. And then an attempt to take pictures was abandoned due to dead batteries. We need new rechargeables, because they don't hold a charge for more than a few days, and the camera is extremely picky about alkalines.
I'm so used to people totally disregarding the whole point of something and wandering like zombies that when someone is actually trying to accomplish a goal, it's surprising. If there's actually a point to something we are learning in school, it's special.
The plural of "thesaurus" is "thesauri."
We said that we hoped it was bad. Well I didn't say it, but it was said.
That's hilarious!
Some we hate lightly, some deeply. As if we even needed an enemy to face or reasons for disliking someone, we make up our own arbitrary reasons. The clothes they wear, the way they act, the things they say, the things they do, the things the believe, the things they enjoy... somehow we can take those and feel all opposed to them.
I was sitting at my desk at about 1930 playing guitar when from downstairs, the following question was heard:
How's the Superbowl going?
I guess someone in our house is watching the game. Obviously, it's not me. I totally forgot it was going on. It's not like I won't know how it turns out.
Which leads me to my next topic. They were planning to watch the game at my church on something like a 100-inch screen. It turns out the NFL will sue you if you watch the game on a screen bigger than 55-inches. To me, this is just ridiculous. If they broadcast it, how can they then regulate how we watch it? I think that's a violation of rights. And if their convoluted idea is that people won't come to the game if they allow that to happen, I highly doubt that. How highly prized are tickets to the Superbowl? It's not as if they're having any trouble selling them all.
My dad was looking at a genealogy site that was natively in French, translated to English.
Send your misadventure to the waiter
Seize your password again
Once you figure it out, it makes sense, but it's hard to figure out where some of those words came from.
Then I got to open a package for my mom.
NO EXTENAL POWER REQUIRED
Wow... I didn't expect to see that on an actual package.
And then it seemed that I had entered an alternate reality. I opened a properties window in Windows for a large folder, and it proceeded to figure out how many tens of thousands of files and folders were in there. I then told it to not make them all read-only (why they were, I do not know). So as the progress bar for the read-only-removal was displayed, it wasn't right, since it didn't know how many files there were yet. It would go forwards, and then backwards, then flicker... it was quite interesting.
The Rhythmbox count is now 11,252 songs from 992 albums by 2,704 artists. This is 32 days, 14 hours, and 3 minutes of music, or 36 GB. A few of those are dupes. Some of those artists have only one song, and likewise for some albums... and some albums have 600 some songs. That's how I have almost three times as many artists as albums. Must... find... more...
I found a cool panorama application that does a very good job at lining up the pictures. However, altering the brightness and such so that they all look the same isn't so good. Right now, the best it can do is blend the hues together, which is just a blurry line instead of clear one. I'm working on finding out how to use the stitcher that will get it right... and then when I use a snow picture with straight white and no reference points for part of it, the road is all messed up in it.
Jessica was back this weekend, which was quite welcome after six weeks. We ended up at Shane's with Kelsey and Joanna, and then later Dylan and Zach. We had a good time playing Balderdash and watching some comedy. My suggestions of everyone-against-Jessica were ignored, and so she ended up way ahead. Then again, I don't know if we were even trying.
Hey Dylan. I'd know those eyebrows anywhere.
Especially if they were dancing.
And since Nelly was right and we have a snow day, I think it will be a great time to do a few things.
Practice my clarinet.
Practice my bass since my clarinet is at school.
Fix my English book.
Do this before someone decides to set the cover on fire.
Post some quotes.
Find some stuff to deviate.
Find some stuff to delete.
See if Nelly was also right about water dowsing.
We'll see how much of that I get done. Our neighbors plowed and shoveled our driveway again, which is welcome, since I only had to do the walk, which took a few minutes. And then an attempt to take pictures was abandoned due to dead batteries. We need new rechargeables, because they don't hold a charge for more than a few days, and the camera is extremely picky about alkalines.
I'm so used to people totally disregarding the whole point of something and wandering like zombies that when someone is actually trying to accomplish a goal, it's surprising. If there's actually a point to something we are learning in school, it's special.
That ACT prep we had today was crap.
[Nelson walks by]
The plural of "thesaurus" is "thesauri."
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