One of my communication professors has recently published a book on the subject of Powerpoint presentations. Having had him for two classes, I can testify to the awesome-tude of his Powerpoints. Check him out if you get a chance. I’m not making a dime off this; just passing on something helpful:
Caroline has this thing about loose teeth. They totally squick her out and she’ll moan and complain about them, but refuses to pull them. When it gets to the point that they’re completely sideways and/or backwards in her mouth, I basically have to tie her up and pull the damned things.
Tonight was one of those nights. Two teachers from her school commented to Hub about how Caroline was grumbling about her tooth, so I coaxed her upstairs and pulled it out – minimum of fuss this time. Then I put the tooth on the kitchen counter and we headed out to dinner.
After we got home, one of the kids sat on a barstool and I heard something fall to the floor. Something little. No synapse fired in my brain to indicate that it might be a tooth. A little later, the puppy was under Hub’s table, apparently chewing on something. Hub couldn’t figure out what it was, and he said (and I quote), “Damn, dog, what the hell are you chewing on? Your own teeth?”
Guess whose teeth he was chewing on. Lucky for us, we found it and didn’t have to write a “Dog ate my homework” excuse for the Tooth Fairy.
A friend of mine messaged me tonight – he had this log of an instant messenger conversation from May of ’05:
me: I just had a dream about you
me: you had kidnapped my husband and were driving a hay ride around my neighborhood
me: and I couldn’t tell whether you were your right age or 12
me: you told me there were 6 keys to success in college
me: a sound mind
me: a strong heart
me: intestinal fortitude
me: something something
me: and one big old titty for either hand
me: then I woke up
me: and said WTF
Not 5 minutes after I told Varin there was no sign of him, the lizard leapt out majestically from behind the television and landed with a royal plop on the DVD for The King and I – a reptilian Yul Brynner. This time I got smart and grabbed a jar to nab him in. I set him in the grass to do his best rendition of “It’s Not Easy Being Green.”
Here’s some puppy porn for your viewing pleasure.
One minute after taking this picture, the damned thing ran across the floor and up my chair, where it is currently lurking among the recliner parts.
My helpful husband said, “It’s gonna crawl in your butt.”
Last week I found out that my usually very dependable for-pay email forwarding address wasn’t delivering any of the emails that my daughter’s teacher was sending me. She mentioned a newsletter at our parent teacher conference, and I was all, “Whaaaaa? Newsletter?”
Then earlier tonight I realized that none of the email to my college address was actually being kept on the server. So I tried changing the forward, which activated a black hole swirling vortex of doom which sucked who knows how many emails down with it. None of my test messages went through for a good hour, anyway.
Oh, and here’s an O’Henry moment: Yesterday, as we were setting up for the class presentation, my cell phone rang with its insanely loud Wii Sports theme and I freaked out, thinking my professor was going to walk into the room any moment and hear my phone ringing and find it unprofessional. I hit the “Ignore” button as quick as I could and switched off the ringer.
Turned out it was my professor calling to say she was running late to class.
Bonus geek points for my classmate who recognized the theme, though.
This was the same prof that I had the nightmare about last spring. The one where I forgot to wear my shoes to class and she was horrified. I told her about it a couple of weeks ago and she laughed and laughed. Man, that was a horrible dream. I was seriously traumatized.
I finished my presentation for school yesterday, which I had been waiting on before upgrading to Leopard. Got out the disk earlier today, popped it in the ol’ Macbook Pro, and… *whir* *whir* *whir?* *whir.*
Damn thing won’t spin up.
Tried it in the 17″ Powerbook. Worked fine.
I was having problems with this drive the other day on a home-burned disk but thought it was because it was a home-burned disk. Apparently not. Now I gotta go to the maul and deal with the Genius Bar tomorrow. So much for my 4 days of nothing to do. Feh. At least I’ve got Applecare.
Go check out today’s Xkcd. Yeah, I do that too.
Hubby is not impressed. He claims he doesn’t need his hands to do this.