Pretty tree.
Today at work, I found myself Googling information about how to determine how many pages are in a megabyte of computer memory. Starting out, I knew the calculation would be imprecise, because the 175+ megabytes of memory I was wondering about are comprised of at least five different document types. So using this handy table, I computed an average of the numbers corresponding to the five document types, and it came out to 100 pages per megabyte. That, multiplied by 175 megs, is 17,500 pages. And I fear this is a very conservative estimate.( Read more... )
- Mood:
sore
Doggies sit! Doggies Watch!
It's been a good year or so since I had the dogs in obedience training classes, but I guess I still put them through their paces often enough that they are pretty good with the basics, like "sit" and "watch," as you can see from the picture. They look me in the eyes when I say "watch," and I actually had the camera in my hand down by my side when I took this shot of them being very good girls. You can see that patch on Rosey's side where she was shaved to expose the bite marks from the attack of a few weeks ago. We're so lucky she wasn't hurt beyond a few superficial wounds.( Read more... )
- Mood:
productive
That�s an awfully gruff-sounding way to describe the shopping method I�ve so carefully honed over the years. I should come up with something happier and perkier. Rock Star Shopping? Yeah. Rock Star Shopping. And I�m here to tell you all my secrets. This is how I crossed eight people off my holiday shopping list in under one hour from door to door.
Begin by working over the shopping list so that everything can be found at one of the big local superstores, like Mal-Wart or Targ3t. That�s key. It also helps that I live less than five minutes from a brand new Targ3t. Next, find out what time the store closes. Plan to arrive one hour before closing time. On arrival, Rock Star Parking will be available because people are starting to leave the store. Then, once inside the store, scope the list and the store and try to make your way through without any backtracking. I succeeded in this, with one spectacular exception that had me crossing the entire length of the store an extra time. As they were on the intercom saying, �Holiday shoppers: the store will close in 30 minutes. Please bring your purchases to the front.�
This was also where my one potentially fatal error occurred � I left the jewelry department until last, and I needed a clerk�s help to look at some of the necklaces. Should have stopped there first, I thought. The last thirty minutes of business is not the best time to find and deal with a clerk. But I was golden. Lovely clerk, very patient and helpful. My niece�s desires were fairly narrow, but with my excellent helper, I found something exactly right.
And! Bonus Rock Star Check-Out! Because I had something from the jewelry department, I had to be personally walked to a register by the jewelry clerk, my item passed off to the register clerk. All the check-out lines were hideously long, what with the store closing and all. So! So the jewelry clerk wasn�t going to wait in one of those lines with me. Nope. Instead, she walked me up to the customer service counter, passed my jewelry item off to the clerk there, and told me they�d ring up the rest of my stuff there as well. Score! I left the house at 9:46 and returned at 10:48.
I have yet to decide what to do for my parents, and I have a few odds and ends to get together, but the bulk of my shopping is done. Now my dining room table is piled high with boxes, and I�m getting my wrapping supplies together to begin my favorite part, the wrapping! Love the wrapping.
Hopefully I�ll find The Messiah on the radio, and I can sing along with all the solos, like I�ve done the past couple of days on my commute. Playing the violin parts for up to twenty performances a year for many years running has engraved so much of The Messiah indelibly on my brain. The solos for every voice are stored in there alongside the lyrics to old Elton John songs, and frighteningly, as easily accessed and reproduced in response to the familiar orchestra parts.
Note to self: Find a sing-along Messiah in Tuscaloosa.
Begin by working over the shopping list so that everything can be found at one of the big local superstores, like Mal-Wart or Targ3t. That�s key. It also helps that I live less than five minutes from a brand new Targ3t. Next, find out what time the store closes. Plan to arrive one hour before closing time. On arrival, Rock Star Parking will be available because people are starting to leave the store. Then, once inside the store, scope the list and the store and try to make your way through without any backtracking. I succeeded in this, with one spectacular exception that had me crossing the entire length of the store an extra time. As they were on the intercom saying, �Holiday shoppers: the store will close in 30 minutes. Please bring your purchases to the front.�
This was also where my one potentially fatal error occurred � I left the jewelry department until last, and I needed a clerk�s help to look at some of the necklaces. Should have stopped there first, I thought. The last thirty minutes of business is not the best time to find and deal with a clerk. But I was golden. Lovely clerk, very patient and helpful. My niece�s desires were fairly narrow, but with my excellent helper, I found something exactly right.
And! Bonus Rock Star Check-Out! Because I had something from the jewelry department, I had to be personally walked to a register by the jewelry clerk, my item passed off to the register clerk. All the check-out lines were hideously long, what with the store closing and all. So! So the jewelry clerk wasn�t going to wait in one of those lines with me. Nope. Instead, she walked me up to the customer service counter, passed my jewelry item off to the clerk there, and told me they�d ring up the rest of my stuff there as well. Score! I left the house at 9:46 and returned at 10:48.
I have yet to decide what to do for my parents, and I have a few odds and ends to get together, but the bulk of my shopping is done. Now my dining room table is piled high with boxes, and I�m getting my wrapping supplies together to begin my favorite part, the wrapping! Love the wrapping.
Hopefully I�ll find The Messiah on the radio, and I can sing along with all the solos, like I�ve done the past couple of days on my commute. Playing the violin parts for up to twenty performances a year for many years running has engraved so much of The Messiah indelibly on my brain. The solos for every voice are stored in there alongside the lyrics to old Elton John songs, and frighteningly, as easily accessed and reproduced in response to the familiar orchestra parts.
Note to self: Find a sing-along Messiah in Tuscaloosa.
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