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So I'm driving home, and I end up behind a car that has a mocking bumper sticker: "I'm only driving this way to piss you off!" 

Now it happens that this construction is one of my pet grammar peeves.  It should read "I'm driving this way only to piss you off."  The other construction suggests that driving is the only thing he does to piss you off, and honestly if he's putting stickers like that on his car then this isn't very likely. 

But it seemed to me that "I'm driving this way only to piss you off" reads a bit stilted.  It's a bumper sticker; it's supposed to be informal.  Finally I settled on "I'm driving this way just to piss you off," and that satisfied me.

At which point I realized that I need serious help.

...so I'll keep doing it until I'm young enough.

It was a late workout, but I was bound and determined to get to the gym tonight.  Tonight's workout was the "Crossfit Total" - get your highest 1-rep set on the squat, deadlift, and military press (strict shoulder press with no help from the legs).  Then total the numbers for a general measure of all-around strength.

Squat: 355
Deadlift: 305
Press: 80

Total: 740

...eventually they start cancelling each other out. 

Today (well, yesterday, now) I left the house planning to go to work, work out after, then drive up to Oakland for dinner and a beer with an old "it's a small world" friend.

Ah, planning.

When I left work, I found that I'd forgotten to print directions to my dinner meeting.  OK, I thought, I'll work out and then head up there, and call home to ask for directions along the way. 

Then I got to the gym and found I'd forgotten to pack proper gym clothes.  So I drove home, took my shower, got directions, packed my gym bag, and headed for Oakland.  I got my dinner and chat time in, and worked out on the way home.

So it all worked out (so to speak) but geeze.

...shouldn't tap-dance.

Srsly. 



That's a balcony at the top of the Sears Tower in Chicago.

1,353 feet off the ground.  That's a quarter of a mile, folks.

Made of glass.

Clear glass.

I'm sold on this webapp.  It coordinates people's calendars to help make scheduling easier.  Basically you go to the site and register.  You tell it what sort of calendar you're using - Google, Outlook, iCal, etc.  You give it some information and set up a meeting.  You give it up to five dates that all work for you, and the email addresses of all your invitees, and turn it loose.

Timebridge emails all your invitees with your list of dates and allows them to tell it when they're available, when they aren't, and what works best.  They can also add comments if they like.  And they do not have to register with Timebridge - the link they get lets them in to your meeting page without registration.  They can optionally provide Timebridge (and you) with limited access to their calendar as well - just enough so, in future, you'll know when they're busy and can figure that into your plans if you wish to. 

Once everyone has responded with their preferences, Timebridge automatically picks the earliest date, notifies all the attendees, and (here's the best part) places the appointment on the calendars of everyone who has given it permission to do so. 

I just set up a playdate and a gaming session this way.  Once I created the meeting request it was "fire and forget."  A day or two later I've received the notifications and two new appointments have appeared on my Google Calendar.

Give it a shot, see what you think.

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So we're playing Call of Cthulhu, me as Keeper (GM).  And the investigators manage to track a "person of interest" down to a room in a run-down apartment building.  From the outside, the room appears to be a broom closet, and indeed when the building manager opens it up for them, it is a windowless locker for cleaning supplies.  Nevertheless when the door is closed they can see daylight under it.

They're OK with that.  They're even OK when the door clicks open at the moment of sunset.  They're OK with the fact that there's still daylight in the room.  They're OK that a "broom closet" becomes a 3-room apartment with vintage china dolls scattered over every horizontal surface.  They're OK with a radio playing a broadcast from 1923, and a view of 1920s San Francisco visible out the window (the PCs live in 2009, in theory).

But when they notice that the heads on all the china dolls have turned to face them, then they freak out. :)