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Faux-Spring Fever
Feb. 28th, 2018 11:23 amSo, every time I tried to post to Facebook this morning, a big grey screen descended from the Cloud making posting impossible.
Not necessarily a bad thing since the less time one spends in the great sucking hole that is social media, the better.
Still. A curious thing. I thought for a second that maybe I’d become trapped inside an episode of Black Mirror! That any minute, a little bot voice would come droning out from deep within my computer: Your social score is too low to post for the next 12 hours…
Web posting is broken at the moment, a tech-savvy pal reassured me. Not to worry. They'll fix that and break something else, I'm sure. Soon.
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In other news, the weather has been positively spring-like for the past three days. Maybe even a bit alarmingly so. Ben reports crocus sightings in Tompkins County. Yesterday when I went running, I saw this… thing… that looked very much like forsythia:
Although I’m not exactly sure it is forsythia: The flowerettes look a little stringy.
(Truth be told, though, I’ve never looked at a forsythia blossom all that carefully.)
Ever on the lookout for reasons not to accomplish any of the items on my List of Things To Do, I have now seized upon spring fever! How can I be expected to apply my mind to dull, boring things like making money or taking defensive driving tests online when all around me the miracles of new life and fresh beginnings are popping up?
One new addition to the List of Things To Do: the New York State Notary Public exam.
Now that I’m at the 77% certainty point with Buying a New (or rather New-to-Me) Car, I’m trying to think of ways that I can accomplish this goal without (a) dipping into my capital, (b) laboring longer hours for the Scut Factory or (c) denying myself the small pleasures of meals out or pretty trinkets that began availing themselves to me once I was off the hook for making RTT child support payments. If I am on the hook for car payments, then it’s Sayonara, beautiful faux-Murano glass earrings and pendant from Locust Grove (most absurdly, the site of one of our Tax Bwana installations this year.)
Figure if I can get certified, I can pass out bee-yoo-tee-full-ee engraved business cards to every real estate broker, credit union, bank, lawyer, and nursing home in Dutchess County. I really wouldn’t have to pick up more than five gigs a month to make a car payment.
Not necessarily a bad thing since the less time one spends in the great sucking hole that is social media, the better.
Still. A curious thing. I thought for a second that maybe I’d become trapped inside an episode of Black Mirror! That any minute, a little bot voice would come droning out from deep within my computer: Your social score is too low to post for the next 12 hours…
Web posting is broken at the moment, a tech-savvy pal reassured me. Not to worry. They'll fix that and break something else, I'm sure. Soon.
###
In other news, the weather has been positively spring-like for the past three days. Maybe even a bit alarmingly so. Ben reports crocus sightings in Tompkins County. Yesterday when I went running, I saw this… thing… that looked very much like forsythia:
Although I’m not exactly sure it is forsythia: The flowerettes look a little stringy.
(Truth be told, though, I’ve never looked at a forsythia blossom all that carefully.)
Ever on the lookout for reasons not to accomplish any of the items on my List of Things To Do, I have now seized upon spring fever! How can I be expected to apply my mind to dull, boring things like making money or taking defensive driving tests online when all around me the miracles of new life and fresh beginnings are popping up?
One new addition to the List of Things To Do: the New York State Notary Public exam.
Now that I’m at the 77% certainty point with Buying a New (or rather New-to-Me) Car, I’m trying to think of ways that I can accomplish this goal without (a) dipping into my capital, (b) laboring longer hours for the Scut Factory or (c) denying myself the small pleasures of meals out or pretty trinkets that began availing themselves to me once I was off the hook for making RTT child support payments. If I am on the hook for car payments, then it’s Sayonara, beautiful faux-Murano glass earrings and pendant from Locust Grove (most absurdly, the site of one of our Tax Bwana installations this year.)
Figure if I can get certified, I can pass out bee-yoo-tee-full-ee engraved business cards to every real estate broker, credit union, bank, lawyer, and nursing home in Dutchess County. I really wouldn’t have to pick up more than five gigs a month to make a car payment.
