These boots were made for walking

SEPTA has gone on strike as of 12:01 this morning, so now I will be walking the 45 minutes to and from work for the forseeable future. It's not that bad, as I typically walk home anyways, but I am a lazy girl and like taking the bus in the mornings. I'm sure all this extra walking will be good for me, as long as the weather doesn't get crappy. This week it's gotten nice again, so that's good. I, at least, have the option of walking, which is so much better than poeple who are now stranded without bus or subway service.

The last strike here was in 1998 and lasted 40 days. Hopefully this won't last as long.

Important invention honoured

My friend Liz can sleep through anything. That's a good thing, when it means that she can sleep through sirens and loud drunk people outside her window. It's not such a good thing when it means that she sleeps through her alarm clock.

A few months ago I found Clocky, an alarm clock that hides from you so you have to get out of bed to find it and silence it. This would be perfect for Liz!



This month the creator of Clocky, Gauri Nanda, won an Ig Nobel Award in Economics.

From the Ig Nobel website:

ECONOMICS: Gauri Nanda of the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, for inventing an alarm clock that runs away and hides, repeatedly, thus ensuring that people DO get out of bed, and thus theoretically adding many productive hours to the workday.
WHO ATTENDED THE IG NOBEL CEREMONY: Gauri Nanda

Four Blanket Night, Part 2

Well, there was no heat after work on Thursday, even though the landlord had been by to bleed the radiators. My upstairs neighbor was freezing too. I called again yesterday morning, and we finally discovered that it wasn't a bleeding problem, but the fact that the pilot light on the hot water heaters in the basement had blown out sometime over the summer. Easily fixed, so now it is toasty warm! Yay!

Four blanket night

It's cold down here! For the third winter in a row my radiators need to be bled, and I still don't know how to do it. This means that I have no heat in the apartment, even though my thermostat is set to 75 (I have no idea what that is in Celsius, but it's nice and warm). I talked to my landlord on Sunday about it and he is supposed to come in today or tomorrow, but until then it's been downright chilly in my apartment.

I come home from work and put on my wooly robe and fuzzy slippers and wrap myself in an afghan (blanket, not nationality). I light candles and pretend that they are giving off heat. Last night I put yet another blanket on my bed, bringing the total up to four. I'm practically living in my flannel jammies. And it hasn't even dropped below freezing - my place was 14 degrees Celsius this morning.

Hopefully I will have blessed, blessed heat when I get home tonight.

Skinny equals happy

A few weeks back my friends adopted a new catchphrase. It came about because Karen caught her boyfriend Steve admiring his behind in the mirror, thrilled that he'd been losing weight. He delightedly proclaimed that "Skinny equals happy!"

And it has been a happy, happy week in skinny world. All the girls will get it
(and Steve). I've been a size 10 for years. As long as I can remember, I've been a 10. A couple of weeks ago I went shopping for jeans at the GAP because they were having a great sale. I think they are being all screwy with their sizing all of a sudden, because now I fit quite comfortable into a size 8. Not only that, but I went shopping today for some more jeans (because I'm bored of my clothes and am doing a wardrobe purge and replace), and I fit into a size 6! I know that I haven't lost that much weight, if any, so this must be some "let's make the women feel good about their weight and change all the sizes" thing, but hey, I just bought a jeans in size 6!! Hee!

And on that note, take a look at an open letter to the totally impractical size chart for women, which Judy blogged a few days ago and I'm shamelessly stealing.

This one is for the librarians

The reason I haven't posted in a few days is because on Tuesday we switched over from DRA to Sirsi, so the past three days have been a combination of staff training (as I am evidently the department expert on everything from Sirsi to making a printer work), damage control, soothing patrons, and catching up on a two month backlog of processing.
In fairness I can say that Sirsi does not suck as much as I was dreading. I don't understand, however, why I could not for the life of me find a copy of Bernard Corwell's "The Last Kingdom" on cd in Workflows, but it popped up no problem on the web catalog. I had to get the database control number from the web catalog, and then plug that back into Workflows to find it. And there are other irritants, but hey, we can check in and check out and put things on hold, so it's a start.

Nature, it's a wonderful thing - especially if you can eat it.

I went apple picking this morning. The last time I did this I was knee high to a grasshopper, so I don't remember anything about it (although there are pictures of me in a very fetching apple-picking outfit). This time a group of us drove out to Media (yes, it's a place) and picked a bushel of apples (four different kinds). We even had a little red cart to pull our boxes of apples along in.

Of course, none of us brought a real camera along, but my cell phone has a crappy-ass 640x480 camera.


Look, I'm communing with nature!

The orchard also has a pumpkin patch, and a store where I bought peach butter and strawberry-rhubarb butter and a huge bread stuffed with sausage and peppers and cheese and onions (lunch for the next to days). And there were fried mushrooms and apple-cider doughnuts and soft pretzels and caramel-chocolate covered apples.

And when we finished Micaela and I went to a mall and bought pretty new clothes.

It was a very good day.

Yup, it was good!

Saw Serenity last night - and yes, it was worth the anticipation. So good!