Bulldog Squeezers...
Jun. 6th, 2007 11:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alexpgpToday was one of those very rare days where, overcome by events (as NASA folks are wont to say), I finally got down to work - or a semblance thereof - around noon, and then simply could not shake this vague feeling of wanting to gnaw off a (mental) limb to escape whatever (mental) confinement I found myself in. If it hadn't been for the fact that I was behind in my work in a big way, I'd probably have gone to spend the day at a Starbucks, to watch the world go by or read a book of fiction.
I recall the line "There is a tie that binds us to our homes" going through my head, which is printed at the bottom of every playing card in a pack of Bulldog Squeezers. Squeezers were my favorite cards, back when I did close-up magic. The only problem with them was the uniqueness of their design: people just naturally assumed that they were "special" cards, but I was young and green and full of vinegar, so I didn't much care. The cards were strictly legit, as I had learned the value of being able to work without gimmicks. In any event, the back of the card featured a line drawing of two pit bulls, straining at each other at the ends of their respective chains. I seem to recall a smiling face on the sun in the upper left corner, too.
Yesterday's sim really took it out of me, and between yesterday and today, I've been struggling to get back on track with the translation due Friday. (Right now, I'm 920 words short of "on track," which isn't all that bad, all things considered.) I would have gotten further along by now, except that part of the source document apparently got corrupted somewhere along the line, and a few equations ended up looking like marks an arthitic chicken might make across a page if it had dipped its feet in ink before going for a stroll.
Technically, it ain't my problem, except that not taking care of it was more of an issue than doing so, and I seem to have gotten past the hard part, so that's that.
In other news, I have come to the conclusion - better late than never - that email acknowledgments of invoices sent by me (short, typically one- or two-word messages like, "Got it!") ought to go to The Great Bit-Bucket immediately upon receipt. Any idea that one might harbor that such messages should be retained as proof against an invoice going astray is just so much bunkum. (It's a lot like confirmations printed out by fax machines: If - based on my experience at our defunct store - I had a nickel for each time a fax confirmation was denied by the recipient, I'd be a rich former store owner.) Paraphrasing Samuel Goldwyn, such email messages aren't worth the paper they're printed on.
Well, I think I'll press on for another half hour or so, and then call it a night. As long as I get down below 4000 words left for tomorrow, I think I'll be okay.
Cheers...
I recall the line "There is a tie that binds us to our homes" going through my head, which is printed at the bottom of every playing card in a pack of Bulldog Squeezers. Squeezers were my favorite cards, back when I did close-up magic. The only problem with them was the uniqueness of their design: people just naturally assumed that they were "special" cards, but I was young and green and full of vinegar, so I didn't much care. The cards were strictly legit, as I had learned the value of being able to work without gimmicks. In any event, the back of the card featured a line drawing of two pit bulls, straining at each other at the ends of their respective chains. I seem to recall a smiling face on the sun in the upper left corner, too.
Yesterday's sim really took it out of me, and between yesterday and today, I've been struggling to get back on track with the translation due Friday. (Right now, I'm 920 words short of "on track," which isn't all that bad, all things considered.) I would have gotten further along by now, except that part of the source document apparently got corrupted somewhere along the line, and a few equations ended up looking like marks an arthitic chicken might make across a page if it had dipped its feet in ink before going for a stroll.
Technically, it ain't my problem, except that not taking care of it was more of an issue than doing so, and I seem to have gotten past the hard part, so that's that.
In other news, I have come to the conclusion - better late than never - that email acknowledgments of invoices sent by me (short, typically one- or two-word messages like, "Got it!") ought to go to The Great Bit-Bucket immediately upon receipt. Any idea that one might harbor that such messages should be retained as proof against an invoice going astray is just so much bunkum. (It's a lot like confirmations printed out by fax machines: If - based on my experience at our defunct store - I had a nickel for each time a fax confirmation was denied by the recipient, I'd be a rich former store owner.) Paraphrasing Samuel Goldwyn, such email messages aren't worth the paper they're printed on.
Well, I think I'll press on for another half hour or so, and then call it a night. As long as I get down below 4000 words left for tomorrow, I think I'll be okay.
Cheers...
