I sprained a back muscle doing square roots. This is quite true. I was slumped back in my chair simplifying radical expressions, and I reached just a little too far up the page at the wrong angle and eeyow! I felt the muscle seize up so sharply it took my breath away. Now I'm having trouble sitting in a comfortable position. Kids, don't try this at home.
At long last, cat owners can buy software that detects cat "typing" and blocks the keyboard input. Includes sounds guaranteed to annoy cats and get them off the keyboard. The chief motivator? The harmonica. For those of us who have accidentally deleted files or involuntarily rebooted thanks to our furry friends who just have to be where our hands are: PawSense. Thanks and a tip of the hat to Petrea Mitchell for the link.
For those who miss all the wacky client stories, sorry. There haven't been any. I've been getting a lot of opportunities to tell people that they can't go to Hawaii for Christmas, but that's basically it. "How can Maui be full? Surely you can find space for two more," they say in outraged or wheedling tones. "Sorry," I reply, "islands have finite resources. Can I interest you in a white Christmas in, say, Quebec City? Very romantic, very cheap." They hang up fast.
Correction to yesterday's entry: private universities in the Bay Area are 40, not 400 times more expensive than state universities. An extra zero crept in. I blame the cats!
My brother's going to be released in March. He got out his first time up for parole for being a model prisoner. I continue to be very, very bitter that he has spent three years at a state penitentiary for carrying marijuana. It was absurdly punitive, it didn't fit the crime, and it wasted the taxpayers' money.
My favorite Mexican restaurant in Redwood City was closed today. Someone died Friday from eating their food, and 11 others got very ill. I used to eat there all the time. Boy, do I feel lucky. Or something. Ow.
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