I Totally Want This: Flappers 2 Rappers




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I strongly disagree with the hyphenation of asshat and assload (as shown here) and I was not aware that "ass antlers" was a synonym for "tramp stamp." So, I suppose I need to get a copy and brush up, in case I ever need to make like Barbara Billingsley.

It's Later Than I Think

These West coast road trips mess with my head. I'm lounging around, listening to the Indians game while I do some stuff online. (It started out productive with bill paying and mail holding, but quickly devolved into comics reading and Facebooking.) I'm used to games that start at seven and finish before ten, so I'm not really freaking out about the lengthy list of tasks I need to complete before I go to work tomorrow in seven hours (chief among them being laundry so I have something to wear this weekend) until it sinks in that the Tribe is *in* Seattle and it's almost one a.m. Crud.

Hmm. Are clean clothes overrated? Or, can I just dump a bunch of dirty stuff in my duffel bag and throw it in the wash once I get to my parents' place? I'm liking that idea a lot. Not enough to actually go do it right this second, but it's the bottom of the ninth, so I'd better get cracking.

Unexplained Absences

Oof. I haven't posted anything in almost a month?! Yeesh. What the heck have I been doing with myself all August? Working, I guess.

I was pretty busy with the day job, plus one of my freelance clients is, uh, "transitioning to a new business model" and there was a lot of work to do with that. My other freelance client is also transitioning to a new business model in that she's going to be retiring in about ten months, so I keep telling myself that this time next year I won't have to be doing [fill in the blank with whatever task is eating into my slacking off time].

Ah, yes, slacking off time: You know what's awesome for that? The iPad. I'm using mine to compose this blog post. Mostly I use it for ebooks, email, Facebook, music, Web surfing. . . All stuff I could do on the iPod touch, but with a bigger screen. Then again, my laptop has a much bigger screen, but it takes a few minutes to boot up and it's too big to hold in one hand. So, iPad FTW, I guess.

I was showing it to my parents the other weekend, and they were pretty much like, That's nice, dear. My dad said something about it seemed like a way to waste a lot of time. I'm like, Have you *met* the Internet? Wasting time is its middle name! And you have 800 cable channels, so Pot, meet Kettle. My mom couldn't get the finger-swipe gestures down at first — I think perhaps she was using the nail instead of the pad of her finger, and then somehow she was tapping it too hard/too long? Whatever. I'm not sure exactly how she was doing it wrong, but she was doing it wrong. Then she got the hang of it, pretty much, and was on Facebook looking through some photos/videos of the kids of someone she had in her first grade class about twenty-nine years ago. She couldn't stop laughing about the deja vu weirdness of it, since apparently his kids look and the act the same way he did when he was their age. After that, I freaked out my dad and my grandma by showing them how Google Earth can home in on your exact location. Fun!

At any rate, to maximize the time wasting capabilities, I signed up for a Hulu plus account. However, I'm having second thoughts because I'm not sure there's enough content available for iPads to make it worth $10/month. Most of the stuff I want to see is only available through the Web site, which is free. That might change once the fall season starts, though, so maybe I'll give it another month or two before I cancel it.

Speaking of fall TV, it's almost time for me to make this year's giant spreadsheet of the shows I'm going to be watching/taping/viewing online. I already know that Thursdays at 8 are going to be a train wreck: Community vs. Bones vs. Big Bang Theory. I'll probably tape Bones and Big Bang, and watch Community online. So, that's one hour of prime time scheduled; now for the other twenty!

Mugwump. M-U-G-W-U-M-P. Mugwump.

Brave Astronaut is just going to tell me yet again that this proves I should be an archivist, but here goes. . . . 


One of our new U.S. history units has a lesson on the Korean War that includes excerpts from about a dozen White House memos, reports, meeting minutes, etc. 


I'm tracking down copies of these documents on the Web site of Truman's presidential library, and I got completely sidetracked because I found this portion of the minutes of a meeting with congressional leaders on December 1, 1950, to be completely hi-larious. (Click to embiggen.)  








 




I think it's partly because of the way mugwump is spaced out, with some comment pencilled in and then erased above it, as if the typist was unsure of the term, and partly because of the . . . well, it's hard to explain, but I suppose that it's essentially my schadenfreude about someone talking shit about someone else and then immediately being reprimanded for it by his boss (who, you know, happens to be the president!) and then being described for posterity as "somewhat embarrassed at this point" about said shit-talking. Heh. 


Tuesday Timewaster: Dear Blank

My latest way to keep productivity at bay  . . . 











Thanks to Nikki for sharing this.