If you don’t think this kid is freaking adorable as all holy hell, go get your heart checked.
And then both Anne and Moxie pointed me to this: CuteOverload.com. And it is, it really is.
The most annoying part about driving around New York City is driving around New York City… with the taxis… who use their horns incessantly.
Generally I’m not a horn blower. I don’t like excess noise and I honestly feel that laying on the horn can cause more problems than it can solve.
That being said, I was only in NYC for five hours before I was honking the horn. Not continually, like most of the cabbies, but a fair amount—to show that a) I am here and b) I see you being a jackass and trying to cut me off… back up bitch!
It was slightly exhilarating—in a nail-biting kind of way, lol.
The ticket, however… grrrrrrrr. The $65 ticket for parking somewhere that had no signs. It was a side street and when I asked someone who was going into the building, she told me it was fine. Apparently, someone else in the building called the ticket police and there’s a “complainant’s” name on the ticket. Again, grrrr.
Fortunately, I can oppose the ticket via the Internet—very cool—and I shall prepare a statement to rival all statements. It will be eloquent, it will be precise and it will take off at least $20 from the fee—so help me god.
The coworker and I were less-than-impressed with the ticket, to say the least. Especially after we had spent the better part of the afternoon in back alleys and side streets, going behind fake walls and popping secret trap doors to get to the good fake designer stuff on Canal Street—going “outside of the law” had a certain brass balls effect on both of us. We have Prada, we have Tiffany, we have Yves St. Laurent, we have Chanel and we have Kate Spade—and yes, some of what we bought was presents, so shush it.
Then there was pizza in Little Italy and thai food at Topaz (on 56th, between 6th and 7th), Bloomingdales, FAO Schwartz and Niketown, followed by a three and a half hour drive home…
During which the coworker fell asleep and I, driving in torrential rain, envisioned a road where there was a ceiling and no rain marred my line of sight. My vision fell apart during the whole logic faze, but it did make me wonder about the Chunnel. How did they build the Chunnel? Is it in the water on the sea floor, or under the sea floor? How long did it take to make?
And so, for educational purposes, the answers:
The Chunnel opened in 1994.
Three attempts were made to build the tunnel. The first two failed because of politics and cash.
When the process was finally started, it took seven years to finish.
Construction workers had to move more than 17 million tons of earth to complete the project.
It cost more than $21 billion dollars.
There are three tunnels. Two of the tunnels carry trains and one is used for repair work and emergencies, such as fire. Each tunnel is 32 miles long.
The Chunnel goes from Calais, France to Folkestone, England.
They were built about 45 meters below the seabed under the English Channel.
Many of the tunnel boring machines used on the Chunnel were as long as two football fields and capable of boring 250 feet a day.
When construction began in 1988, British and French tunnel workers raced to reach the middle of the tunnel first. The British won.
It snowed again. Lots.
And it’s very cold, the Boss emailed with a list of changes (big ones, not little ones… ones that require me to re-paginate the table of contents, among other things… ::giant tears, uncontrollable sobbing::) and while it’s yay! Friday, that means nothing in my world of perpetual work.
Sigh.
But at least there is Leo… what, you mean I haven’t told you about my newest blog love? The Daily Kitten.
Yes, I know it is sick. Shush. It will make you smile.
If it doesn’t, then you’re a cold, heartless sad-sack of a human being. 😛
Aren’t I pleasant this morning?
There is truly nothing more entertaining than setting your mom up with an email account.
And having her ask, “Now, is that “at” as in “AT” or the “@” sign… as in, hername@gmail.com.
I adore my mom, truly I do and she’s brilliant in so many ways… not, however, when it comes to computers.
I look forward to random emails in the middle of the day now, when she can’t reach me on my cellphone or at work and she’s certain I have been maimed or killed by someone I met online.
Goody, goody… the joy!
(Cousin… email her. No spam or forwards though, lol.) 😉
It’s remarkable to me that, from 5,000 miles away, the Man can still keep me up past four in the morning.
How, you ask?
Books people, through books. Two boxes full of remarkable little morsels of brilliance—and one in particular, Lucifer’s Hammer. Quite honestly, it’s the most disturbing, and genuinely distressing, book I’ve read in ages—and it was published in ’85. Earth has been basically obliterated by a comet, and a few small pockets of people remain—it only goes into real detail regarding a stronghold in California. It’s a captivating read.
And even though I know I have to be up for work in less than four hours, my head is filled with wondering what would really happened if a comet hit us…
And why on Earth the tenant above me is up and making breakfast at 4:30AM. Sheesh, he’s loud.
I woke up this morning to see we’d had our first snow. Granted, I saw lots of snow last week, but this time it’s at my house. My porch is covered, my Jeep is covered and I’m debating staying home all day—just because, you know. 🙂
I just bought my plane ticket for Hawaii—my credit card is now burgeoning with Christmas charges, so I’m really looking forward to paying that off in the coming months. 😛 But hey, I’m going to spend New Year’s Eve with the man I love in Hawaii… whilst all the rest of you suffer in the cold. Ahem.. sorry! ;P
Several weeks ago the coworker and I were given a couch—theoretically, at least. The Boss said we could buy one after the conference did so well, but between the craziness here and both of us going on vacation, we never got around to it.
Today, we bought out couch. 🙂 🙂 It’s a lovely dark red leather and it gets delivered tomorrow.
Woohoo!
The coworker is rolling on the floor.
We are kinda buzzed. No wait, she just yelled, and we are “VERY BUZZED.”
It was a long day. I made my mother cry, the coworker found out her fbuddy has a girlfriend who’s seven years younger, we really don’t like our job, she just yelled she has heartburn and I am sad ’cause I miss this guy…
Ahem.
We had some vodka, no wait, lots of vodka for lunch, needless to say.
