misc
The office's Biggest Loser competition is over. Officially, I lost five pounds, which was apparently good enough to tie for third among the men. And this was after working four consecutive weeks of 50-60 hours (and halfway through a fifth week), and eating lots of really bad crap for me. I'm going to NEED a fifth after the sixth.
If Ted Kennedy did have a stroke this weekend . . . HOW WOULD WE KNOW? Slurred speech? No more so than normal. Can he smile? No, still sort of a frozen smirk. Can he raise both arms? He doesn't have to, he's Ted Kennedy. Did he black out? Well, gee, he's never done THAT before, certainly not behind the wheel. Perhaps the NCLB legislation should have been a warning sign.
Work, as mentioned above, has been insane, and warrants a very long Friends Only post sometime in the next two weeks. We'll see if I actually manage it.
If Ted Kennedy did have a stroke this weekend . . . HOW WOULD WE KNOW? Slurred speech? No more so than normal. Can he smile? No, still sort of a frozen smirk. Can he raise both arms? He doesn't have to, he's Ted Kennedy. Did he black out? Well, gee, he's never done THAT before, certainly not behind the wheel. Perhaps the NCLB legislation should have been a warning sign.
Work, as mentioned above, has been insane, and warrants a very long Friends Only post sometime in the next two weeks. We'll see if I actually manage it.