Eclipse havoc?
Yesterday, while I was outside in the garden, I decided to put on my new gardening hat. I have a beehive and I walk in front of it all the time. I'm walking behind it, just minding my own business when this bee attacks me without warning and stings me in the neck just below my chin. No big deal, when you keep bees, you get stung. I even went into the house and put on some Sting-Eze. I'm speculating that the hat looked like a beekeepers hat. These bees have never seen me wearing mine, but they probably remember their former owner.
Well today I look like Jabba the Hutt. Or that I have a goiter. It hurts and itches a little but not too bad.
Other havoc from my lj friends. Single breadwinner laid off. Another person caps off an incredibly crappy week with a bladder infection.
I had a brief trip to SoCal. Don was down there, so I flew to Burbank on Thursday afternoon.
First we took a drive on Mulholland Drive. It's quite scenic and the air was very clear for LA.
Next we went to the LaBrea Tar Pits. www.tarpits.org/ which are really interesting. It's an oil field with stick asphalt on the surface that trapped 1000's of animals over the course of centuries. The bones were quite well preserved by the tar. They've discovered mastedons and saber-tooth tigers. And hundreds of predators such as eagles and wolves. They have quite a lot of them on display as well as the scientists working on them.
Later that night we were invited to the Magic Castle www.magiccastle.com/. It's a private club where you have dinner and watch magic acts. We saw about 5 over the course of the evening. They also have Irma who is a ghost who plays the piano. The keys move, you hear the music and she takes requests. She was pretty hard to stump. She played everything I requested except for something by Khatchiturian. (An obscure Armenian composer) Once she was even playing with 3 hands.
We stayed at our friends house in Lancaster. Don knows Tom from grad school at RPI in '66. Then they both came out to LA to work in defense in order to escape Viet Nam. Tom's wife showed me that you really can find quartz on Quartz Hill. I picked up a couple of bags.
Then Don wanted to go back home. He had been gone since Sunday. So we drove back on Friday and stopped to eat at Harris Ranch.
Tomorrow Test Engineering is doing a program review for the CEO. I've been fussing with Excel for a couple hours now. I just sent it off to my boss. He hasn't called me yet to revise it further. But I think he will shortly.
One of his favorite expressions is "the single chokable neck" (finding the one accountable person) Well, I feel safe from that. My neck is so gross that no one would want to touch it.
Well today I look like Jabba the Hutt. Or that I have a goiter. It hurts and itches a little but not too bad.
Other havoc from my lj friends. Single breadwinner laid off. Another person caps off an incredibly crappy week with a bladder infection.
I had a brief trip to SoCal. Don was down there, so I flew to Burbank on Thursday afternoon.
First we took a drive on Mulholland Drive. It's quite scenic and the air was very clear for LA.
Next we went to the LaBrea Tar Pits. www.tarpits.org/ which are really interesting. It's an oil field with stick asphalt on the surface that trapped 1000's of animals over the course of centuries. The bones were quite well preserved by the tar. They've discovered mastedons and saber-tooth tigers. And hundreds of predators such as eagles and wolves. They have quite a lot of them on display as well as the scientists working on them.
Later that night we were invited to the Magic Castle www.magiccastle.com/. It's a private club where you have dinner and watch magic acts. We saw about 5 over the course of the evening. They also have Irma who is a ghost who plays the piano. The keys move, you hear the music and she takes requests. She was pretty hard to stump. She played everything I requested except for something by Khatchiturian. (An obscure Armenian composer) Once she was even playing with 3 hands.
We stayed at our friends house in Lancaster. Don knows Tom from grad school at RPI in '66. Then they both came out to LA to work in defense in order to escape Viet Nam. Tom's wife showed me that you really can find quartz on Quartz Hill. I picked up a couple of bags.
Then Don wanted to go back home. He had been gone since Sunday. So we drove back on Friday and stopped to eat at Harris Ranch.
Tomorrow Test Engineering is doing a program review for the CEO. I've been fussing with Excel for a couple hours now. I just sent it off to my boss. He hasn't called me yet to revise it further. But I think he will shortly.
One of his favorite expressions is "the single chokable neck" (finding the one accountable person) Well, I feel safe from that. My neck is so gross that no one would want to touch it.