after the moon quiz, I felt kindof … robbed. So I took another of the featured quizzes. “How Geeky Are you”!!
I R GEEK!
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Rawr! (too bad it doesn’t have the filled body pic, that’d've been cool!)
So, there’s a story of a middle-school health-class thought project gone terribly wrong in my family. Basically the gym teacher decided to modify an old “your plane crashed in the desert” scenario and put you on the moon. Things went downhill from there.
So, looking at Kiir’s blog today, she had a post up discussing how many five year olds one can beat up … (I scored 15 when I took it). But that one wasn’t that interesting.
I did however note that there was another featured quiz for “Moon Survival Challenge” …
Imagine you are returning to the base ship on the sunlit side of the moon after carrying out a 72-hour exploration trip. Your small spacecraft has crash-landed about 200 miles from the base ship. You need to reach the base ship, in addition to your spacesuit, you were able to salvage the items listed below. Using what you know about the moon, rate each item in the above list according to how important it would be in getting you back to the base ship.
This is disturbingly familiar! And in the end …
I got 12%, but I’m not sure I agree with all of their answers, such as the 45′s. I know it’s similiar to the logic I used in classes when I was 12, but the truth is that guns require an explosion to operate. The explosion requires oxygen and a spark. And there’s something of a dearth of oxygen on the moon. They covered the first aid kit with the special apertures (which makes sense). I know they have underwater flares, so I suppose they might work without oxygen, not sure about eating while in full suit ; I know they have the straws for drinking, but I think they have to go back in for the munchies … Needless to say, my answer list ended up drastically different from theirs :o
So, The other day I was asked to sit in on some interviews that my boss was doing. No problem. My boss and the lead programmer were going to be there, I’m just there to provide a third viewpoint.
Oh, and they’re inviting the other two programmers on the team (including the one who changed teams recently). So they want the other devs to chime in.
Oh, the lead programmer is bowing out of the first interview b/c he knows the guy. OK, sure.
Wait, the boss is backing out too? wtf?
Three of us, who have never done an interview without being the candidate, alone with this guy on up to two hours notice. I had two hours notice that they wanted me to sit in. We had ~20 minutes notice that “sit in” was code for “do it without us”. We were woefully unprepared.
So we told him stories of how things work in federal contracting. We regaled him with horror stories of cutting edge HTML 3.0 techniques in use. And basically we did a piss poor “interview” because, lets face it, we’re coders not interviewers.
The second interview, the other two devs had work to do, but he lead came to this one. it was more enlightening, since he had some idea wtf he was doing in an interview :o
So, Sunday we went to Drummer’s place for brunch (kiir’s brother ; I dub thee drummer!)
Of course, they don’t have kids (they just graduated college and probably not getting married for a year or two, he just found a job a couple weeks ago finally, hard times for his major). So their house is proofed more against their dogs and cats than against kids. Like ours used to be, honestly.
As DK kept running around and picking things up, I’d take them from him and move them up to higher shelves, or steer him away from the bookshelf, etc. He was playing with their Xbox controller, trying to get his games or shows or SOMETHING to come on. He was trying various remotes to change the channel on the laptop which was at eye level (so, lower than a computer is, but not too much lower than the tv at home ; and no one was typing, it must be the tv). Drummer was just laughing whenever DK got into something, and helping me move things up. At one point, they have a wireless mouse with the receiver strung down the bookshelf and taped there. DK kept playing with it and Kiir moved it up, stuck it back on. It fell down, and … uh … I dub thee Kate, because Drummer and Kate sounds good?, anyway she was trying to fix up the tape to put it back up and Drummer took it and cleaned it up and stuck it back down where they kept it. I pointed out that it was up for a reason, and he just said “oh, DK is trying to pull it down?” and moved it to the top of the shelf.
Contrast to some friends of ours, whose house is almost child UNproofed. Small beads and marbles and stones everywhere, candles on every LOW table. Etc. Now , they don’t have kids, so it’s not really surprising that they’re not child-proofed. But whenever we’re over there, they make no effort to move anything, and basiclaly get pissy whenever he plays with something. Oi. We’ve actually started not going to visit them as much, just because instead of hanging out we spend most of our time chasing after DK. And if I’m going to do that, I’d rather it was somewhere that I’m just following him to know where he is and in case he finds something, rather than continually grabbing things from him because he can’t HELP BUT find something.
It’s amazing the dichotomy between the two. I’ve noticed it before, but it just really hit me when we visited drummer’s place this weekend that maybe our other friends really are just that off the track. It’s a wonder no one else’s kids have ever choked there :o
This morning at the train station, I was pulling into the lot and I saw in front of me one car driving in the opposite lane to go around a car.
Now, it’s possible that the car in the right lane had been stopped trying to read a sign or something, checking to see if the train was late maybe. I don’t know, when I saw them, car B was swinging around over the doulbe yellow in the parking lot to pass the moving car, tried twice to change lanes back without worrying about such details as car A being in that lane, and then almost drove into A when he turned left into the rear lot area to park.
B then whipped in , raced around a turn to pull into a space (still a bit fast for a freakin’ parking lot ; how fast do you need to park???) then sat in his car. I commented on the whole incident to A when I passed on the way to the platform, and he was furious. B didn’t get out of his car until we were halfway to the platform. I think he was afraid A was going to kick his ass. I’m not sure he’s wrong.
Although A was wearing a tux at 7:30 in the morning, so it’s possible he might not have wanted to mess it up :o Train wasn’t scheduled until 7:50 (and didn’t arrive until nearly 8) … I think B might have had time to drive like a sane and rational human being :o
A week or so ago, DK went to bed, slept for an hour, then woke up screaming his head off with nightmares :( We soothed him, gave him some tylenol in case it was teething pains or growth pains or something, and let him watch some muppets before going back to bed.
Friday night it happened again. About an hour after going to sleep, he woke up screaming and inconsolable. he’d cling to one of us for a while, settle a bit, then start up again and change people. Eventually we got him to calm enough that I took him back to bed.
During the night, he woke up 3 more times screaming briefly. But since I was right there now, he just clutched at me, buried his head in my sternum for few moments and fell back asleep. I on the other hand ended up spending the entire night in a somewhat awkward and uncomfortable position and paid for it all weekend. But I wasn’t going to move him.
So
A few weeks ago, our Gymboree Play & Fun (or whatever) location moved. New bigger space, a little more “on the beaten path” (but they might want to put up a sign that people can see when they’re not already in the parking lot, for that part), etc.
But. The old location had kitchen-style cabinets. Upper and lower. It had latches and locks and catches on everything below the counter. Stuff over the counter was unfettered, but if the kids get to that point, it’s all over anyway.
The new place? Not so much with the prepared. I don’t really blame the staff, because from what I understand some of hte issue is due to them having to rely on the building management. But, for instance:
You’d think that an organization oriented towards 0-5 kids … would know that 0-5 get into things and need locks dammit!
A few things that I noticed today.
I had others, but I forgot them. It’s been one of those weeks.
So, this is just a quick post to tally the final fallout from Great Purge 08
So, not bad. Final analysis when kiir got home was that it was “decent”.
So. Missed posting yesterday. But I have a good reason:
I fell asleep with DK at 8:30-9pm and apparently wouldn’t wake when kiir tried to prompt me up. bolted upright out of the bed ~11ish because I had a dream where DK was falling down the steps (again ; actually, seriously? you’d think that wouldn’t be a race for the baby situation after the third or fourth time, yaknow?) (but it is)
Decided that I didn’t really feel like getting up and doing anything. Because, lets face it, 11-12 is when I usually go to bed anyway. and if I fully got up, I wasn’t going back down until 3 or something ridiculous like that.
This morning I was almost to the train when kiir called me feeling nauseous, so I turned around and watched DK for the day. Did work while he watched tigger & pooh and word world. In the morning I took him out for a walk with K before gymboree. DK and I were all set and ready for gym, so I figured no worries about taking K for his morning walk. Except when we got to the lake (10 minutes) it started POURING DOWN RAIN. So I ended up running back from the lake. OMG! I’m not really “in shape”, per se, jaknow? ow! Of course, then I had to change everything but his diaper before we could go back out for gymboree (by which time the rain had totally stopped again ; go figure)
Rained for most of the day while I did work, though, so at least I wasn’t out in it again :o