snow adventure and excitement

woke up this morning and shoveled snow for an hour, just for something to do. then i called the special bus service that was supposed to give me a ride to a doctor's appointment in the afternoon.

but they're closed, due to snow. rats. then the doctor's office calls -- am i coming in?

i bet that i can figure something out and say "Sure!". then i check the other bus company's web site and discover that they are actually open and can at least get me vaguely in the vicinity. yay!

i've never been to this office before, so i go to Google maps and ask for directions. it takes a long time to load up, and finally i figure out why -- it has me going from Marlborough, MA to somewhere in Nevada with the same street name. smart assumption.

then i get it to keep me within Massachusetts, and i think i know where i'm going from the map. hah. i take the bus and get off on what i'm pretty sure is the right corner; but i still wander around for half an hour on an unplanned walking tour of downtown, mostly because the signs are covered in snow and i have to guess.

but then i finally find it, and i was still on time. (some part of my brain had gotten me to take an early bus.) coming home was easier, and i even found a Starbuck's after the appointment and recharged my batteries somewhat.

home again, home again.

women can control the world

i hope women all over the US (and around the world) are waking up and realizing that they can control -- by their sheer numbers -- the outcomes of free and fair elections.

women outnumber men. and they can outvote them, too. they just have to get out there and do it.

surcease of sorrow

"...
Eagerly I wished the morrow -- vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow -- sorrow for the lost Lenore --
..."
[Edgar Allen Poe, 'The Raven']
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successfully *i* have have sought to borrow it, however; my books are pretty much the only thing getting me through.

(and videos, too, when i'm disinclined to read.)

Lenore? she's better reduced to a memory.

so not for Lenore; for nothing.

where men are from?

if men are really from Mars, they'd better bring their sandals when they go home again. (and maybe a beach umbrella and volleyball net.)

here's a piece of the latest mosaic from Spirit, a Mars Exploration Rover. now on to Venus! (and then maybe a date somewhere in between, like Earth maybe.)

and no bitching about politics today, i swear. (well, at least on my blog. ;-)

Iowa caucuses == crap

in the US presidential primaries, the Iowa caucuses make about as much sense as the electoral college does in the presidential election -- it's a load of crap!

same with the early New Hampshire primary -- why should any state get a special privilege?

i say, go to a one-person-one-vote system. have all the primaries on the same day to nominate the party candidates. and then eliminate the electoral college entirely and have whoever gets the most votes on election day wins, regardless of what state they live in.

i mean, duh.

it's not too late

my motto for the new year? it's not too late to make up for things not done in the past (or done only poorly); it's not too late.

time to get to work, then. yay!

what are *you* up to?

you said; i said.

[heh. ;-) ]
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you said we watched the episodes (on tape) of the tv show before we watched the movie. and i said we never did.

instead (i said), you summarized a few things from the tv show episodes and how some of the actors were different. and then we dove right into the movie. i didn't mind at all.

but you still insisted that we had watched the episodes together. maybe you were thinking of somebody else. i don't really mind that either.
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[happy Twenty-Oh-Eight, everybody.]