Miscellaneous
Jun. 14th, 2005 10:45 amI've scheduled my wisdom teeth extraction for a week from tomorrow, though I have to make sure no one has a conflict or problem with that. (On e-mail, please.) I then started going through my to-do list for next week and pruning: if I get these things done, well and good, but I'm not going to have expectations that I should go springing forth good as new immediately. If I do, great; I'm good at finding projects, and I can always attack the to-do list for the following week. But it's best not to set it up in my head that I have to go straight from the chair to vim and vigor, especially given how I react to drugs. (Answer: strongly.)
Specifically, I have not yet committed to giving beta readers Thermionic Night before I leave the country, though I still think it would be a good think to do.
Still, this thing seems like maybe a good thing to do, as my new wisdom tooth continues to bother me.
I have finally gotten a landscaper to agree to come look at the front planter. Calloo callay, and how freakin' hard should this have been in the first place?
My desk has been visited by a plague of Post-It notes. They say which sofas we liked, what food I should think of cooking, which stories I should finish soon, what I should do to Thermionic Night, and which books I should buy in England. Like other items, they are on my desk to remind me to take care of them and get them off my desk. As such, they drive me nuts. They are designed to drive me nuts. Still.
I'm really tired of spam claiming to be from one of my domain name addresses. It isn't worrisome (I've consulted
markgritter), it's just annoying.
The Pledge pre-moistened dustcloths are actually not really easier than spraying a rag with Pledge. Why are so many of these "labor-saving" things really not labor-saving at all? Why would we want to have more trash without any actual benefit? I'm confused.
If I could teach people -- just people, universally -- one thing, it would be what constitutes belief vs. evidence vs. proof. I think the proper and improper uses of anecdotal evidence would fall into this category. The application of statistics is probably too broad to count as just one thing, but it's also pretty high on my list.
(Normal distributions in a large population mean lots more "freakish" coincidences in the middle, where that guy looks just like your cousin Ted, and lots more "freakish" incidences on the outer edges, where something that affects a mere 1% of the population affects 10 kids (or more) in a high school. It's not just the fringes that make things look a little weird in a large population. It's coincidences in the middle, too. The future is a very strange place to be living.)
I attempted dress shopping at Bigdale Macy's. I will wear bright orange, leaf green, or dark purple. I will not wear them together. There was a color-blocked halter dress that would have been lovely if they hadn't done it in three close shades of green. I suspect I may be the only woman in this country whose apparel for her own wedding was infinitely easier to shop for than her apparel for other people's. Perhaps not the only one. Still.
Specifically, I have not yet committed to giving beta readers Thermionic Night before I leave the country, though I still think it would be a good think to do.
Still, this thing seems like maybe a good thing to do, as my new wisdom tooth continues to bother me.
I have finally gotten a landscaper to agree to come look at the front planter. Calloo callay, and how freakin' hard should this have been in the first place?
My desk has been visited by a plague of Post-It notes. They say which sofas we liked, what food I should think of cooking, which stories I should finish soon, what I should do to Thermionic Night, and which books I should buy in England. Like other items, they are on my desk to remind me to take care of them and get them off my desk. As such, they drive me nuts. They are designed to drive me nuts. Still.
I'm really tired of spam claiming to be from one of my domain name addresses. It isn't worrisome (I've consulted
The Pledge pre-moistened dustcloths are actually not really easier than spraying a rag with Pledge. Why are so many of these "labor-saving" things really not labor-saving at all? Why would we want to have more trash without any actual benefit? I'm confused.
If I could teach people -- just people, universally -- one thing, it would be what constitutes belief vs. evidence vs. proof. I think the proper and improper uses of anecdotal evidence would fall into this category. The application of statistics is probably too broad to count as just one thing, but it's also pretty high on my list.
(Normal distributions in a large population mean lots more "freakish" coincidences in the middle, where that guy looks just like your cousin Ted, and lots more "freakish" incidences on the outer edges, where something that affects a mere 1% of the population affects 10 kids (or more) in a high school. It's not just the fringes that make things look a little weird in a large population. It's coincidences in the middle, too. The future is a very strange place to be living.)
I attempted dress shopping at Bigdale Macy's. I will wear bright orange, leaf green, or dark purple. I will not wear them together. There was a color-blocked halter dress that would have been lovely if they hadn't done it in three close shades of green. I suspect I may be the only woman in this country whose apparel for her own wedding was infinitely easier to shop for than her apparel for other people's. Perhaps not the only one. Still.
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Date: 2005-06-14 03:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-14 04:02 pm (UTC)Of course, of the three weddings I've been in, not one of the brides has had the same view of the matter, or at least not entirely.
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Date: 2005-06-14 04:28 pm (UTC)Can I just say how many horrifying bridesmaids dresses there are out there?
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Date: 2005-06-14 04:53 pm (UTC)That's what we ended up doing with
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Date: 2005-06-14 03:57 pm (UTC)If the time spent shopping is any indication of difficulty, you are indeed not the only one. Not even the only one I know.
But I'm sorry you're having so much difficulty finding a reasonable dress.
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Date: 2005-06-14 04:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-14 04:35 pm (UTC)I may have you beaten on the wedding shopping thing: I didn't actually shop for clothing for my wedding, I wore a really nice silk top I'd picked up the previous Wiscon, and wool trousers with it. Of course, we went down to the Municipal Building (they don't actually perform weddings at City Hall here, it's across the street in a bigger building) in February with all of seven guests. But I have had to do the bridesmaid dress thing. Never again.
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Date: 2005-06-14 04:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-14 04:57 pm (UTC)Never having had the experience of purchasing (let alone wearing) a bridesmaid dress - lucky me & my gender, I have to amuse myself with viewing them from afar - like on this site: http://www.uglydress.com/ Some serious ugliness and amusement there.
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Date: 2005-06-14 04:59 pm (UTC)I prefer to prevent the downfall of western civilization with odd cheeses.
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Date: 2005-06-14 05:54 pm (UTC)The dress in question was very, very close to this one (http://www.uglydress.com/greenpairmis.html), only with an uneven hem that touched the floor in back, in royal blue with a floral pattern embossed into the fabric, and, of course, with that butt-bow.
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Date: 2005-06-14 06:01 pm (UTC)I really could wear the one from
When I asked them (and my two other bridesmaids) to be in my wedding, the phrase I used was, "If I promise you don't have to wear a bow on your butt, will you be in my wedding?"
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Date: 2005-06-14 06:12 pm (UTC)Back in 1995 or so, I was lurking on one of the weddings newsgroups for the funny stories, and one of the aprticipants said when she was a bridesmaid, the day of the wedding the bride was panicking and obsessing over small things, and started worrying that the backs of the bridesmaids' dresses weren't elaborate or interesting enough. She turned to the poster and asked her to think of something to dress them up. The poster suggested a sticker with the words "WIDE LOAD." The bride didn't talk to her for weeks afterwards, apparently.
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Date: 2005-06-14 06:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-14 06:36 pm (UTC)My backside didn't get stared at much, because as the maid of honor I was able to arrange myself so that my profile was to the audience, er, congregation.
My other wedding story that has nothing to do with bridesmaids' dresses, because there were no bridesmaids, was when a friend got married in a small chapel in Georgetwon, TX. It was the weekend after 9/11 and the bride's family were all New Yorkers, so only her parents, brother, and sister were able to scam transportation and get there. The JP forgot that he had a wedding to preside at and was at a charity barbecue, so while we were waiting the 45 minutes for him to show up, the bride said "The hell with this, it's hot, and I'm getting ice cream" and fluttered off down the road, veil streaming in the wind, to an ice-cream parlor a block down from the chapel. The entire wedding party, including the guests, ended up eating ice cream there, much to the surprise and amusement of the employees. They gave the bride free ice cream, and I took a picture of her and the employees so they could put it up on the wall.
The JP eventually showed up, and the wedding went off fine after that. Except when the bride's sister and brother, who were providing music, went on a little too long and the bride stuck her head in the door and said "Hey - can you guys play 'Here Comes the Bride' now?"
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Date: 2005-06-14 06:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-14 06:48 pm (UTC)I've photographed a couple of weddings for friends in the past year or two, and for the life of me I can't remember what any of the music was - I was too focused on getting the best pictures I could without being obnoxious or in the way of anyone, so I wasn't paying the slightest bit of attention to the music.
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Date: 2005-06-15 03:09 am (UTC)My goal for the bridesmaid's dress was this: find one that the bridesmaids would like enough (but that I also liked enough to live with the required photographs) so that they wouldn't hold it against me for the rest of our lives, or claim that I was some sort of bride-zilla. But part of my wedding experience taught me that if you are going to be a bride and you plan a wedding, (some) people already assume that you are going to be a bride-zilla and that you NATURALLY want to do such things as find the most hideous dresses possible for your bridesmaid.
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Date: 2005-06-15 03:58 pm (UTC)Possibly this makes me a bridesmaidzilla. As
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Date: 2005-06-14 06:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-14 06:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-14 06:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-14 09:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-14 06:25 pm (UTC)I won't claim this is a good reason - but it is a reason!
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Date: 2005-06-14 06:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-14 08:06 pm (UTC)Hooray for odd cheeses!
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Date: 2005-06-14 05:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-14 06:17 pm (UTC)Oh dear yes. Some while ago I posted an article that asked scientists what bit of 'science' everyone should know, and a vast number of them said what the scientific method actually means. If only.
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Date: 2005-06-14 08:46 pm (UTC)I can think of one other.
cynical kev speaks:
Date: 2005-06-14 10:21 pm (UTC)Silly m'rissa, didn't you know that the illusion of choice is what keeps America great and free? If we didn't have
bread and circusesall these products to choose from we might actually have to spend time thinking about things that matter and make a significant, tangible difference in our lives. Besides, thenazis, communists, terroristsFNORDs of choice want you to use Pledge rags. Oh, and to promote the greenhouse effect. Yup, definately bad to use cans, always. No exceptions.