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You can hear my teeth grinding, right?

 

I just went to check something on YouTube, having just upgraded QuickTime, so I wanted to try a download trick I learned last week but which didn't work, and the filtering software blocked access. The reason? It said that YouTube is only available to users who have staff accounts.

 

O .... kay.

 

So I emailed the head tech and told him what happened and what the error message was. Here's his answer:

 

Yes, youtube is only open for staff accounts

 

Duh. Not the brightest bulb. I wrote back

 

Yes, I know YouTube is only available for staff accounts. I've been a member of the staff since 1977. What kind of account do I have?

 

I mean, come on. The man knows my name, has met me, knows who I am and what my job is. Did he think a student with my name and email address was directly emailing him with a tech problem?

 

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Yesterday, K and I once again found ourselves under the thumb of the chief of the garbage police. Actually, it started Saturday, when we were ordering our weekly Chinese take-out dinner. R and the SnL were with us as well, and we were all writing down our orders so I could call, and the Hubs -- the reason we started the whole Chinese food tradition, since there's not all that much we can all eat together -- ordered nothing. I asked him why. He said he didn't feel like having soup (his usual) that night. So I foolishly asked "Why not something else?" And here it is:

 

He has now decided that henceforth he will not consume any food that comes in any kind of container that is not 100% recyclable.

 

At the risk of repeating myself, may I say O .... kay.

 

Virtually all the Chinese food comes in plastic containers, all of which is recyclable. But the rice still comes in the those paper cartons with the metal handles, and the Chief doesn't think that kind of waxed paper container can be recycled. I'm guessing he wasn't too happy with the soup noodles that came in the waxed paper bag, either. (He finally did break down and order soup.)

 

Sooooo .... I guess one day this week, I'll drop by the place we order from, even though I've never been there in person (but they know me on the phone) and ask if it would be possible if from now on, all  our stuff came in plastic. When I tell the Hubs that I've done this, he will be APPALLED that I asked anyone to make any adjustment for HIM. The alternative would be that K and I would continue to order and he would continue to go pick it up (as he does), but he wouldn't get anything. Why? BECAUSE HE IS A  LUNATIC, that's why. (And K says that if he doesn't get anything, she won't order anything either, so let's just say that we now know what stubborn tree her apple didn't fall from from, but actually, she's right this time.)

 

Since then, I've been extra careful about recycling, because if there's anything I absolutely cannot abide, it's when he goes through the garbage for stuff that I've thrown out incorrectly, and re-disposes of it in a more thoughtful manner. He thinks he does this when I'm not looking. He's wrong. Anyway, now you know why he's the Chief of the Garbage Police.

 

That was the insanity of my weekend. I got my nails done Saturday morning, and had to get wraps (as opposed to the gel nails I used to have, and that I loved, but were too expensive), because my own nails break and split and peel and were a horrible mess. They always were before, but now I'm used to having hands I'm not ashamed to show people, and I liked that. This is something else I'll have to keep up, but way cheaper than the other kind. Then I got a haircut, real short again, since my hair grows fast and I can keep this style going probably till June or July and then let it grow some before the October wedding. Short hair is so easy; I love it. And for all I know, I may keep it shorty short for the wedding too, I just haven't decided. Not until I get a dress, anyway, and lose some more. If my face looks thin enough, short hair will look very chic. Okay, chic. Very may be going too far for me.

 

One hour until midterms are over, and then we go back to the normal routine of school life here. My fiction shelves are still lovely -- I've been giving them the once over every morning -- and my new book displays look great, too. Outside is another story, as we're having some Armageddon-ish weather today, strong winds and heavy rain. As I look out the window, I can actually see the gusts of rain pushing past. It's icky out there.

 

Okay, long enough. Back to the mines.