For The First Time In My Life, I Have Monitor Envy
It looks so good in 1080p, but I can't imagine how much better it'd look in 8K. They've got more over at their yootoob channel... the fireworks one is particularly cool... but none are better than this.
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In 2005 I bought a 23" 720p Toshiba for $1300. This spring I got a 50" 4K Samsung for I think $500. The price drop on TVs is incredible.
And yeah, the video looks really good even "only" in 4K.
Posted by: Rick C at June 12, 2019 10:28 AM (Iwkd4)
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It's tempting, but with my eyesight, it would probably be wasted.
Posted by: Mauser at June 12, 2019 09:47 PM (Ix1l6)
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I set it to 8K resolution and stretched it out over my dual 4K screens and mostly it looked like this...
Posted by: Pixy Misa at June 18, 2019 02:04 AM (2yngH)
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Personally I want a curved super-ultra-wide 12800x2880 or something. That's what I get with all my monitors added together, but I'd like it without the bezels and the problem that they're attached to different computers.
Posted by: Pixy Misa at June 18, 2019 02:06 AM (2yngH)
Train. Drone. Camera.
There are times when I find "drones", or what used to be called "R/C aircraft", to be incredibly tiresome.
This is not one of those times.
Neither is this.
I find it interesting that at no time does the drone fly directly over the train... maybe some sort of rule against it? Is the pilot afraid they'll shoot it down or something?
Now instead of a camera looking at a train, how about a camera looking FROM a train?
That's the Shonan Monorail, by the way. I have this feeling I've seen it in an anime somewhere... Railgun, maybe?
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The Shonan Monorail is in Midori no Hibi, and I know I've seen it elsewhere. It's not like the Enoden which pops its head up three times a season (A Channel, Bunny Girl Senpai, Tari Tari, Hanayamata) but it gets around.
Posted by: Pixy Misa at May 29, 2019 02:27 AM (2yngH)
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I don't remember it in Midori no Hibi, mainly because the concept pretty much drowns out content in my mind.
I don't remember the Enoden in A Channel or Tari Tari, but I never got too far into either before something bright and shiny came along and distracted me.
Posted by: Wonderduck at May 29, 2019 11:21 AM (EXhwA)
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Can't remember the name offhand but it was in the series where the world had all kinds of "decency" regulations and you couldn't even say "poop" in public without censure, and the female lead was a "smut terrorist".
Posted by: Ed Hering at May 29, 2019 12:00 PM (/cXdK)
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I found a nice guide to the Enoden in anime but haven't found one yet for the Shonen Monorail, even though it is literally just around the corner. (Which I didn't know until I looked just now.)
Posted by: Pixy Misa at May 30, 2019 05:47 AM (2yngH)
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Getting pulled in by the monorail video nearly made me late getting out the door this morning. Mesmerizing!
Posted by: GreyDuck at May 31, 2019 07:21 AM (rKFiU)
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There is a Pluto Tv channel called "Slow TV," which apparently consists of nothing but camera on front of train videos.
Unfortunately, the camera often shakes in a motion sickness sort of way. I think a larger TV might work better.
Posted by: Suburbanbanshee at May 31, 2019 05:02 PM (sF8WE)
2As I've said in the past, I usually make it until the monkey shows up. Then I simply can't stop laughing.
I have it transliterated as "fnorky!", but I admit to maybe being wrong.
Posted by: Wonderduck at May 15, 2019 02:04 AM (EXhwA)
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His patience was superhuman. Just... waiting. Waiting. Waiting. Just when you start to think "okay the moment has passed," bam, another brilliant bit. Then he goes back to waiting. Paul Harvey himself couldn't game a pregnant pause better.
Posted by: GreyDuck at May 15, 2019 07:43 AM (rKFiU)
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It was a day much like any other Chicago day in 1968. A pale gray haze hung over the city, courtesy of the smog caused by millions of cars. The ivy on the Wrigley Field walls had yet to bloom and instead remained a dull brown. Kids were in school, grown-ups were at work, and the day continued much as any other day would continue.
Except that, in a hospital on Lake Shore Drive not far from the aforementioned home of the Cubs, a Wonderduck was presented to a confused and tentative world.
birthday candle!
My age 50 year... mmm... not so good. Here's hoping for a better 51.
Posted by: Ed Hering at April 23, 2019 12:49 PM (/cXdK)
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It never ceases to amaze me that an engine burning huge amounts of kerosene and liquid oxygen, producing that massive flame and about 31k lbs of force, was used simply as a fuel pump for the actual rocket engine.
Oh, and happy birthday! Hopefully the next trip around the sun will be much better for you.
Posted by: David at April 23, 2019 03:42 PM (A/T0R)
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Pixy: Happy birthday, Wonderduck!
Also Pixy: Wait, didn't I work out that allowing for the international date line, Wonderduck is exactly the same age as my brother... Crap. Well, at least I can take him out to lunch without a 17 hour plane flight.
Posted by: Pixy Misa at April 23, 2019 05:52 PM (2yngH)
When "Forward" Looks A Lot Like Taking A Nap
This evening, I headed into the loo here at Pond Central. There was nothing special about this, it was simply to pick up a pair of reading glasses I had left there... 2x mag, look a lot like protective eyewear (because they are... they were on sale!)... when suddenly, I vurped.
Yes, that sneaky combination of burp and vomit that comes out of nowhere and heralds... well, I don't rightly know what it heralds. Surely nothing good. Indeed, I spent the next half-hour or so feeling right miserable as my body did... things I don't want to discuss in any detail here. Because damn, ain't nobody need to know that.
So it was with some slight concern that I decided that I should just take a rest. After all, what if it all came back for round two? The results would have been catastrophic, considering the difficulty I have in getting out of my memory-foam mattress-topped bed. Remember the bit in... um... (looks it up to confirm) yes, Life, The Universe, And Everything? About how mattresses are actually friendly (if dim-witted) sentient creatures that are hunted, killed, dried out, and the bodies sent around the galaxy for people to sleep on? Yes, well, I can't help but wonder about that at times, because my memory-foam mattress does try very hard to keep me in it. I assume for digestive purposes.
But my choices were limited at this point: bed, or comfy chair which has its own problems. Bed it was, just for a few hours.
...
SIX HOURS LATER, I woke up. The hell...? Well, damn. And I feel right as rain, no illness bits going on at all. The human body is a wonderful thing, lemme tell ya... I just wish I understood what the hell is going on with mine sometimes. Well, anyway... I'm going to move the writeup to Tuesday night... nothing else going on, really... and THEN you'll know what's gotten me so het up recently. Stay tuned!
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Either you got rid violently of whatever ailed you, or it was a germ with a short lifespan, or it was the effects from some kind of allergy or sinus pressure, or reflux, or....
Just glad you feel better. There is a lot of spring flu and colds this year.
Posted by: Suburbanbanshee at April 24, 2019 07:19 AM (sF8WE)
Wow... Just... Wow.
I had intended to actually, y'know, write. About anime. Here. On my blog. I know, what a concept, right? It was going to be on Saturday, after I completed a great short series that charmed the socks off me.
Saturday afternoon, I laid down for a nap, around 5pm or so. Except for two hour-long stints around 2am and 9am, I slept until nearly 4pm Sunday. I don't know why, but my body decided "no activity for you, Mr Duck."
So you've got that to look forward to on Monday, I hope... a review of a lovely little anime that, while it may not appeal to everybody, should appeal to most of my readers.
The famous Cathredral at Notre Dame in Paris caught fire today. Within a relatively short time, the fire destroyed the roof, brought down the spire, and has gone on to consume everything within the stone walls.
Its very location, on a small island in the Seine river, made the blaze hard to fight. Getting equipment to it proved difficult, and fireboats in the river could not get close enough to reach all the burning area. The flames spread very quickly as well, limiting what the fire brigade could do.
There have been no deaths, and it's only been in the past few minutes that I've seen a report of a single serious injury to a firefighter. Nobody who was in the Cathedral was hurt, including the many many tourists. If there's anything good to take from this, it'd be that. But otherwise? It's all pretty rotten.
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They got the artwork and relics out. So there's that.
This is a little more motivation for me to find a way to see the Hagia Sophia someday...
Posted by: Kathryn at April 15, 2019 05:47 PM (rWZ8Y)
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Reports are that it's mainly the roof structure and spire that were lost, and one of the rose windows. The interior has suffered damage from fire, smoke, and water, but is in surprisingly good shape.
Much of the roof was previously rebuilt in the 19th century because the original roof was a wreck even then.
Posted by: Pixy Misa at April 15, 2019 06:42 PM (2yngH)
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Notre Dame was also badly damaged during the French Revolution (when it lost its original spire) plus they've got a lot of pictures and precise laser measurements of the interior. This is certainly bad, but I think that a full and complete restoration is likely.
Amazingly, I just heard that most of the stained glass survived.
Posted by: The Brickmuppet at April 16, 2019 07:51 PM (xOgT9)
Hermit Run Ends At 22 Days
Against all odds, on Wednesday March 27th, for the first time since I was deemed surplus to requirements by my employers, I left Pond Central. I got into the Duckmobile, drove a few miles to my local AcceptableClips for my first haircut in over a full year. They took 10 inch lengths of hair off! Now every time the wind blows I shiver because there's airflow over my neck, and that hasn't happened in months.
But there must have been a reason for me to go out, right? Right. On Thursday, I had a job interview. Similar to what I was doing, except now I'd be creating the bills and sending them to the insurance companies. It went well enough, except I have no idea what the interviewer thought. Good poker face... I mean, if I interview someone, if I'm interested it would be pretty obvious. Here though, she could have thought I was the worst candidate ever and I'd have no idea.
More importantly though... I finally went back to the office to pick up my waiting packages. This was duly accomplished, but I had a very interesting conversation with my ex-direct supervisor, who we shall call "Betty" because that's not her name. Turns out Betty was being sent to Chennai, India by the company the next morning, for a month of training classes. No, not her being trained, but her training other people. Specificially, new hires on how to process claims from the same client I worked with. Three states' worth of claims were going to be permanently moved overseas for processing in India... and two of the states were quite large indeed. Suddenly, it becomes even less surprising that people were being let go. Betty also went on to say that it was "probably a good thing" that I was let go when I was... the whole building has a black cloud hanging over it, morale has totally cratered, ain't nobody happy. Betty was expecting a mass exodus soon, in fact. We talked for a few more minutes about her upcoming trip, she promised to e-mail, and I came home.
I'm still not fond of the outside, though.
Formula 1 race on Sunday, from Bahrain... the Ferrari of Charles AMX-30 is on pole, would you believe? More important, however, is that this video is so cool it's stupid-cool:
Talk more soon.
EDIT: ...and then I found this, which is perfect: y'know, hermit crabs?
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Ah, you beat The Great Outsourcing. Soon to be followed by The Great CYA, as processing quality drops like a stone and complaints pile up.
Fingers crossed on the interview. Good luck getting back in the game on the other side. Reminds me of the time the school district I worked for hired an auditor away from the state to have her clean up their books...
-j
Posted by: J Greely at March 31, 2019 09:46 AM (ZlYZd)
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Good luck on the job! (Normally I'd say "break a leg", but I don't want to take any chances.)
Posted by: Rick C at March 31, 2019 01:44 PM (Iwkd4)
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The first time I was let go by an employer, it was as part of a general 10% cut. My direct manager was quite clear that he was perfectly happy with my performance and hated to let me go, but he had to cut someone and I had the least amount of critical institutional knowledge. I wasn't even terribly surprised and already had my resume circulating, because there had been a previous cut a month before and everyone knew more were coming, and that it wouldn't be over with this round. It still hurt and took me a few weeks to get my head back in gear.
At least all the signs are that if you have to be on the market for a new job, now is a good time.
Posted by: David at March 31, 2019 02:07 PM (JMkaQ)
Posted by: Pixy Misa at March 31, 2019 09:08 PM (2yngH)
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Good luck! It certainly sounds like you have the expertise to handle the new job, so I hope you get it. You also have the advantage of getting there ahead of the competition when everyone else goes.
And you also know it's not so much you, but them.
Posted by: Mauser at March 31, 2019 09:50 PM (Ix1l6)
...I need a similar haircut. It's going to be like Lady Godiva getting a crew cut when I go. I think it's been about 9,10 months since my last. Maybe even a year. Aiee.
Posted by: Ed Hering at April 01, 2019 01:26 PM (/cXdK)
Making Progress. Kinda. I Mean, In Comparison...
It was just over two weeks ago that I was informed that my services were no longer required, desired or wanted at my job. 14 days plus a few hours.
For the first time in those two weeks, I have left Pond Central. Okay, yes, it was to go pick up my mail so I didn't even leave the building, but I was actually outside of my home. At 315am, practically no chance to bump into other people there.
I'm having lunch with Ph.Duck and D.Nurse on Thursday, so I've got to get my outside on, and fast. I need to pick up my packages from Ex-Job... I didn't think it'd be so hard to go back... I want my stuff, but my brain is really rebelling against it. "Go back to a place that flat out told you they didn't want you anymore? Are you mad?"
You don't have to answer that.
I also need to get a haircut. It's about time, the last one was Easter 2018, I'm pretty sure. Everything is ridiculously shaggy, except where it's knotted or matted together on the right side of my head... that's the side I sleep on. Barbers, man your shavers!
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One foot in front of the other, indeed. Or one flap of the wings at a time, pick your metaphor.
Posted by: GreyDuck at March 21, 2019 09:22 PM (rKFiU)
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To heck with them. They have treated you badly, and dusting off your sandals is appropriate and freeing. You are no longer a minion in a not so nice place. Good.
But you also need to rescue your stuff from their smallminded yet nefarious hands.
Posted by: Suburbanbanshee at March 22, 2019 09:58 AM (sF8WE)
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The other thing is that, since you are now unemployed and since you have health problems, your county and city probably have people whose job is to help you out and give you good advice. Also there are NGOs and charities who want to help you with all your legit problems.
The sleep situation, for example -- I imagine somebody can tell you how to set up your mattress for easier egress, and maybe even help you do it. There are tricks with slanty mattress setup, grab bars, all that good stuff. Even if you/others have to set up your bed in another room, that is okay.
Posted by: Suburbanbanshee at March 22, 2019 10:15 AM (sF8WE)
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Also a chance to make progress on the clean-up. Set small goals, easy steps to accomplish, and allow yourself to get caught up in the flow of progress.
Posted by: Mauser at March 23, 2019 07:01 PM (Ix1l6)
Endings And Beginnings
Last Tuesday was by all appearances just another day. Same assignment for the day, same system difficulties we've had for weeks, same lack of neighbors around my desk... really, that last one wasn't much of a problem. After clocking in and checking my e-mail (chair massages are on thursday!) I got right to work, popping lifesavers as I went. It's a new habit, I guess.
After a good 90 minutes, I came up for air, stretched, swore as my saddlesores screamed, then checked e-mail again. Hm. E-mail from the boss, inviting me to a meeting in 15 minutes in the forward training room. Okay, just click on "accept" and... huh? No accept? It wasn't sent via outlook, but personal from the boss to me. Well, isn't that interesting? I sat and thought for a moment... perhaps it's going to be training on a new work type. We have been struggling for claims of late, after all. I leaned back, mulled it over in my mind, then sat up, pulled my cellphone out of the filing cabinet, followed by my car keys and my glasses. To anybody looking at me, it just appeared I was going on break as I headed to the meeting.
I found seven or eight other people in there, as well as the boss herself. Oh dear... she's not a trainer. She talked for a few minutes about... nothing, really, I guess, and then said the magic words: "we've made the decision to terminate your employment with us."
Declining claim counts and a new processing system were cited as reasons. Then the various managers, supervisors, and assistants walked in carrying boxes and bags... the contents of our desks. I was mildly amused that while almost everybody else was being handed their stuff in shopping bags, my desk needed a large box and a large bag. Well, when you've lived in a place for nearly four years, that kinda happens. They helped me get my stuff to my car... when you're using canes, your ability to carry boxes is kinda truncated... wished me luck, and I was unemployed again.
I drove directly home, looked around, and decided to take a nap... and that was probably the last coherent thought I've had. The past week has been spent doing (or not doing) things as it strikes me. There are things I could/should be doing, but nah. To me, it's clear that for whatever reason, losing this job has hit me harder than losing the Duck U Bookstore job. I haven't left Pond Central since I got home that day, so about a week. I've got packages waiting for me back at the office, things I couldn't have redirected, so plenty of reason to go out, but no.
Guess this is good news for the F1 fans left in my readership... I'll have time to follow the sport again. First race of the season is this weekend after all... Australia. I'm unsure if this is a good trade or not.
Time will tell... about a lot of things, actually.
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I am so sorry to hear that. Just keep punching, man.
Posted by: Ed Hering at March 12, 2019 02:14 PM (/cXdK)
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Ouch. Sorry to hear that. Hang in there, you'll find another job. Though given your mobility issues, it may also be worth considering disability. I can certainly understand if you don't want to go that route though.
Posted by: StargazerA5 at March 12, 2019 04:00 PM (5/EyS)
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*sigh* just cut and paste https://imgur.com/gallery/82WhXSO in the address bar
Posted by: Ed Hering at March 12, 2019 05:25 PM (/cXdK)
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On the one hand, the job was kind of destroying you. On the other... aw, hellfire.
May whatever sentience watches over us guide you to a better, more invigorating gig.
Posted by: GreyDuck at March 12, 2019 08:45 PM (rKFiU)
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Honestly, in the long run I think you'll be better off, they were working you to death. It sounded like only one step above debt collecting.
But stop moping and pick up your packages! It's YOUR stuff. And opening boxes is fun. And the last thing you want is then tossed or sent back.
Posted by: Mauser at March 12, 2019 09:41 PM (Ix1l6)
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May your next job be a million times better, and your days twice as bright.
Posted by: Pixy Misa at March 13, 2019 06:28 AM (2yngH)
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Well, suck. Sorry to hear this, but I agree with Mauser and GreyDuck. The working hours and conditions stunk.
This explains much about why insurance companies are so difficult to deal with when making claims; I doubt any adjuster feels particularly generous under those circumstances.
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God bless and keep you. We have not enough otakus...
Posted by: The Old Man at March 13, 2019 11:34 AM (duGaw)
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Good chance to recharge and get your life back together. That place was running you -way- over the recommended duty cycle, and not paying you the kind of money to make that worth it.
I dunno that I'm spending my spare time productively (there's a bunch of gacha games in there...) but havin' enough fun is important. Once you've got your feet back under ya, let us know what you're having fun with!
Posted by: Avatar_exADV at March 15, 2019 02:14 AM (v29Tn)
That's A Long Time
I can't believe I haven't written anything in The Pond for 12 days. That never happens. So anyway. The weather has continued to be crappy, but nowhere near as bad at it was... only one ice/freezing rain event, for example. Every day's forecast has been the same: flurries/light snow early, then drying during the day, then more snow/drizzle overnight. Which really doesn't sound too awful, until you realize that it's just making sidewalks and parking lots into minefields, all set to Bouncing Betty your cane...
*ahem* Work continues to be a royal PITA. My numbers continue to drop, while my new boss has had to deal with me during the my worst stretch of health-related problems in years. They've been very patient, even not throwing a fit when I walk through the door at 1130am. Well, if they want to fire me, they've got plenty of documentation for violating attendance rules. So that's "helped" matters immensely... maybe I'm imagining it, but I don't think so.
And then... then there's the Health Department. I'm still having to keep them happy with cleanup procedures around Pond Central. This actually is the biggest stressor in my life right now, to the point where I was awake until nearly 5am this past Sunday/Monday to finish cleaning up/off/whatever the couch area in the living room. It's right behind my computer chair, so it's a convenient place to put stuff. That's been done since Day 1 at Pond Central, it's just that this time it hadn't been cleaned up in a few years. At least they approved the photographs, so that's step three of that process completed.
Between the weather, work, and the WCHD, I've developed a nervous tic, a twitching of my head to the right, as if trying to get hair out of my face... which is certainly where it came from: it's been 9 months since my last haircut.
None of this is fun anymore... at least, not what I call fun. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go get ready for work in the morning. Because what else do I do?
The Story So Far.
In Minnesota, they have a saying... "there's only three good uses for ice: fishing, hockey, and whiskey." They know better than to go out in a ice storm, which we had a few days ago, or when it's -35 at noon, which we had a few days ago, or the other ice storm, which I came home early to avoid driving during "rush hour."
And then as a personal "Screw You Wonderduck", I got to work the next day... and it began raining. DELUGE-level raining. Well, that's unfortunate, but nothing to worry about. After all, the temps aren't supposed to begin falling until after midnight or so. Lo and behold, the weather nabobs had gotten it wrong again. I left work wearing just the zippered fleece sweatshirt... and it had probably gone down 20 degrees in a couple of hours, AND the wind was gusting around 30 - 40 mph. I make it to my car despite the little frozen waves on the parking lot surface. I unlocked the car, pulled on the door handle, and...
....nothing. Frozen dead shut. I tried another one, frozen shut and the door handle came off in my hand. A few of my coworkers stopped to help, ended up losing two more door handles in the process. I called a taxi. That's why I didn't get home until well after 11pm, it took quite a while for the taxi to arrive... as you can imagine. Took a taxi in the next morning, when it was like 5 degrees above zero, and the driver actually helped me get into the SUV. Because canes and ice don't mix, boys and girls. At work, my car was sitting in the parking lot, absorbing whatever radiant heat was coming from Our Pal The Sun ("There is only one God, He is the Sun God. Ra! Ra! Ra!") and hopefully melting whatever ice was holding the doors shut. Around 3pm, I checked, and it opened right up! Yay.
Finished up my work around 9pm or so, gathered up my stuff, trudged in the "How fscking cold is it" temperature, unlocked me car, and the door was frozen shut. I trudged back to the office, sat down in the break room, got another taxi from that place I used earlier in the day, they showed up around 11pm. And then, once we make it to Pond Central, the driver gets out of the van and helps me out (big ice patch). "Do you want help the rest of the way sir?" "Sure. Or you can get back inside the van where it's warm and watch me... that way, I won't die alone." He laughed, and got me through the Khumbu Icefall. Yeah, these guys are getting my business from now on.
I chat with Ph.Duck, he'll come out and pick me up for a run to get the unlocked car Saturday morning... at which time I wake up and discover that I am feverish, headachy, very very tired, etc. So he got it taken care of for me, while I stayed sick Sunday and Monday... and, really, today too. I didn't get in until 1130am, fever is gone, but now there's signs of a cough building.
It's been one thing after another after another after another for weeks now, and I'm quite stressed. I'm still functioning, which impresses the hell out of me, because I think I should be hiding under my bed. Tomorrow is another day.
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We had a year like that. Actually, almost two years, from about November 2015 through Harvey (August 2017), which coincided with our younger son's last (knock on wood) really bad stomach bug. One (rough) pregnancy and subsequent birth, five surgeries, three or four hospitalizations (including one that landed our infant in the PCU for nearly a week), I don't remember how many ER visits (a couple dozen at least, ranging from what turned out to be "just" an ear infection to a daycare-induced fractured femur that got CPS called on us), and between the four of us, we were seeing probably twenty specialists. Add in the usual colds and other bugs that little kids and their caretakers get, and we literally did not go one week without someone in the family being sick or injured (Will kicked things off with a severe back injury) for nearly two years. Some weeks, we didn't even go one day without a medical appointment of some kind, planned or unplanned. Plus, our oldest was really struggling (did you know that parents of autistic children report higher stress levels than even parents of children with a terminal diagnosis?), and we had to make significant changes in his intervention and schooling. It was not fun dealing with all that while also fighting depression and getting almost every bug the kids were getting. As soon as I'd picked myself up from one setback, the next came - and sometimes the next didn't wait for the current one to finish. I felt I could never catch my breath. Joshua 1:9 was on my lips continually. ("Have not I commanded thee? Be strong and of a good courage. Be not afraid, neither be thou dismayed, for the Lord thy God is with thee whithersoever thou goest.")
But it did pass. And this too will pass. Eventually. Best wishes, and let us know if there's something we can do for you, even if it's just sending you a show you want to watch through Amazon or whatever.
Posted by: Kathryn at February 13, 2019 06:19 AM (rWZ8Y)
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Merciful heavens, this winter's had it out for you. Hoping the worst is well behind you now!
Posted by: GreyDuck at February 13, 2019 08:43 AM (rKFiU)
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Oh. It's not your job that's cruel and unusual, it's your life. Yeah. As the rednecks in my family would say, dayum.
Posted by: Ubu at February 13, 2019 10:04 AM (SlLGE)
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Y'know, in retrospect, perhaps that blood transfusion from Brickmuppet was a bad idea...
-j
Posted by: J Greely at February 13, 2019 01:52 PM (tgyIO)
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I had a case of the frozen doorlocks myself last week. Unfortunately none of my fixes would be applicable in your situation.
Equally bad though was being damn near out of gas and having the gas cap door frozen shut while at the gas station.
Posted by: Mauser at February 13, 2019 07:11 PM (Ix1l6)
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Hope things improve soon, health, weather, work, and everything else-wise. That doesn't sound fun.
Two thirds of my cow-orkers are heading off from Sydney summer to New York winter to attend a conference next week. The weather there isn't anything like in the Midwest, but I'm still glad I elected to stay behind and look after things. It basically never freezes here in Sydney and I like it that way.
Posted by: Pixy Misa at February 14, 2019 10:31 PM (2yngH)
Alive. Nominally Functional.
Details will follow if I can get them written in my free time. Because there's quite nothing like getting home from work around 11pm for a few days straight.
Of Work And Weather And Wonderduck Too
Even for the way 2019 has been going thus far, the past week deserves special notice. To start with, it began to snow Sunday afternoon. And it didn't stop until mid-morning on Monday. The weather nabobs suggested we got five or more inches... and I'd agree, if you go with the "or more" part.
Amusingly, Pond Central's parking lot was in horrible condition... there was some evidence that a plowtruck had come through, but may not have had its blade down... but the Duckmobile was almost totally clear of snow. No question about going to work, probably could have made it... or maybe not. Weather nabobs were later saying that Duckford's squadron of snow removal equipment had been badly surprised by the intensity of the snowfall and even major roads had yet to be attended to. Soon enough, I came to the decision to not risk it and just call in. Apparently, many people did the same and the office was kinda empty.
Tuesday was chilly, with the forecast calling for record low temps overnight through Thursday. We'll see. Got in the Duckmobile, started it up, got my stuff in place (two canes make walking easier, but they're clumsy as hell to put away), and the RPMs slowly died to zero. Hm. To be fair, it had been cold-soaking for three days... or maybe it needed oil. Either way, it started on the second try and kept running. Sounded a little rough, but when it's cold it always does. By the time I made it to work, everything seemed fine. Crossed fingers. The day at work was... it left something to be desired. The claims weren't great, but worst of all was my chair. It was causing me quite a bit of pain... pain that had nothing to do with my leg injury.
See, once it became obvious that I couldn't sleep in my bed, I took up sleepytime residence in a once-comfy wing chair in the living room. For just a few days short of a month, my days would be spent sitting at work, then coming home and sitting in front of my computer, then sleeping in a chair, then repeat. I don't know that I've got saddlesores on the back of my legs right where they meet my duckbutt, but there's something back there that'll do until the real thing comes along. Indeed, that's part of the reason I haven't been blogging much... it's hard to sit at my desk without those hurtin' bad. The good news is now that I've returned to sleeping lying down, they're starting to not hurt as much. Anyway....
...leaving work on Tuesday night was something of a shock. Yes, I know it's going to be cold soon, but I didn't expect there to have been so fast a change in temps. When I got to work, it was rather comfortable. Leaving work? Cold, approaching zero in a hurry. In a surprise manuever however, The Powers That Be at work acknowledged that it was going to be stupidcold the next couple of days, and gave us permission to work from home. Well! Cool. It'll make the morning commute faster, that's for sure.
Wednesday morning my internet connection was dead. On the plus side, it wasn't just me but a large portion of southeast Duckford, as part of the fiber optic backbone had just up and died, probably from hypothermia. While it would come back, it wouldn't be until 8pm or so. So now, instead of working from home, I had to take PTO for the second time that week... and, as it turned out, I didn't have enough to cover both days. I'm literally not getting paid for one of them. Wednesday was cold, with a high of -13F. Thursday was worse. The low for Thursday was -37F, the coldest Duckford had ever been, period. Go outside? Me? Man, screw that noise. I had an internet hookup, I could do work!
Friday morning, it turned out that, indeed, it was still assfugly cold (-9F at 9am). I hobbled my way to the car, got in, cranked it up, and... coughsputtersputter. Tried again... putting it in gear helped not at all. Right. Oil it was, then. I started her up one more time, hit the gas in reverse, and popped out of my snow-covered spot. At which point, she died. Okay, at least I can access the front of the car now. I then proceeded to put a quart of oil (all I had) into the car... with bare hands... when it was nine degrees below zero. By the time I had everything buttoned back up, I couldn't feel my fingers... I later found out that the wind chill was -20 at the time. Started her up one more time, and... presto! Quieter running, no stalling, problem "solved", at least for the time being. And it's supposed to be warmer on Monday, so I can drop some more oil in without my hands turning black.
By the way... unexpected problem has cropped up with my canes: they're metal. Even just driving to work gets them nearly too cold to touch. Which, considering their job and everything, is unfortunate.
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I think it's fair to say that it sounds like an epically bad week. On the other hand, it sounds like it was hugely better than the last month or so. I think I can speak for all of the loyal pond scum when I hope you have some actual good weeks coming.
Posted by: David at February 02, 2019 11:04 PM (JMkaQ)
Fighting. Losing?
I'm tired, I hurt, I'm panicking, I'm depressed.
And I'm whining. That's all I seem to do around here these days... remember those wacky good times of "Next Week: More Zombies"? Yeah, fun stuff. Now I'm at the point where I have a new 12" memory foam mattress that feels like heaven but that I'm afraid to sleep in. Anybody here ever fast for more than a day or two? Back when I first hurt my leg, such things as "standing up" caused enough pain that it was common for me to say "I'm hungry... but not so hungry that I'm going to inflict that on myself."
Since the day I went to the hospital, so effectively the entire month of January, I have had four or five meals. Now, we're not talking lavish buffets or 10-course dinners served on platinum tableware, no. A bowl of soup. A few forkfuls of macaroni salad. A sandwich. That sort of thing. So, back to my original question: anybody here ever fast for more than a couple of days? Because there's a neat trick the digestive system plays when you do... you get epic bouts of the stuff pepto bismol is designed to slow (or stop).. And it occurs with little to no warning... wacky, huh?!?!
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Dieting is good, but you can't heal if you don't eat.
At the very minimum keep some multivitamins and water next to your bed.
I've been in this situation, and the acid reflux issue is a real nightmare.
Do the physical therapy!
They generally give you papers with basic PT moves. It helps. Not doing them doesn't. I have experience with both.
Amazon does deliver groceries I've used them when immobile.
Alas, life is an unsolicited product much like junk mail so no refunds are possible.
Get well soon.
Posted by: The Brickmuppet at January 21, 2019 09:29 PM (gxCG3)
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Re: acid reflux. last time this happened to me I found this very soothing. Chew an antacid with a mouthful of water until completely dissolved and swallow slowly. Works better on an acid-ravaged throat than just an antacid alone or sucking on one.
Posted by: Mauser at January 21, 2019 11:14 PM (Ix1l6)
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Oh, yikes, man. I wish I had practical advice or something. All I can say is, keep on keeping on as best you can.
Posted by: GreyDuck at January 22, 2019 08:38 AM (rKFiU)
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I'm sorry, buddy. I hope you find a path out soon. Would you care for a book recommendation? His Majesty's Dragon - fantasy about the Napoleonic Wars if everyone had dragons as well as ships. Pretty good. The author does a good job (imo) of translating naval warfare to dragonback.
Posted by: Kathryn at January 22, 2019 07:14 PM (iQ8GR)
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Kathryn, I like the concept. Sadly, and I mean SADLY, I almost never read anymore. My eyesight is such that focussing on a book requires long arms or a pair of magnifying specs. And who has the time anymore?
Posted by: Wonderduck at January 22, 2019 09:23 PM (PzbzM)
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I got better glasses when I realized I wasn't reading as much as I used to. You probably could use reading glasses at work. Do they have a vision plan?
Posted by: Mauser at January 22, 2019 09:48 PM (Ix1l6)
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Oh, bummer. I don't know if that audio book is good, but maybe that's an option.
As for the time, I have a demanding job and two kids and still read about 200 books a year. It's a combination of reading scary fast and just really loving to read. I read while eating, exercising, cleaning the house, cooking, drying my hair, etc. - after nearly 35 years of practice, I can combine reading with any activity that leaves one hand and one eye free. (I did burn the garlic toast yesterday, though. Twice. Alas!)
Posted by: Kathryn at January 23, 2019 06:37 AM (dnKOD)
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Every time I think my life sucks, I read about yours. Doesn't cheer me up, by any means, but it helps with perspective.
Posted by: Ubu at January 24, 2019 01:06 PM (SlLGE)
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I had to sleep while sitting when that happened.
Posted by: Pete at January 28, 2019 09:50 AM (LZ7Bg)
So What The Hell, Wonderduck?
I don't know if that's been thought by any of readers but were the circumstances reversed, I know I would be. I'll be honest: it's painfully embarrassing.
You may remember that I was taken to the hospital on New Year's Eve after not being able to remove myself from my bed for over a day. What you don't know is that a week later, it happened again. I thought my damaged leg was feeling better and decided to actually sleep in a bed. Bad idea. Once again, I called 911, once again the CVFD EMTs came out... except this time they were accompanied by the Fire Chief. He read me the riot act, then said that he'd be contacting the apartment complex and "other agencies." See, they believed my apartment to be a fire hazard... probably because of the piles of amazon boxes blocking the entry hallway, dining room and the front half of the living room.
Yeah. Remember back when I was fired from the Duck U Bookstore? Around about that time I began to lean more and more on Amazon for just about everything but food... Prime Pantry was a thing at the time, but it wasn't much of one. For a while I managed to keep the boxes under control, and then the winter came, your truly became a recluse, and snow and cold conspired to keep me that way. Then came the depression, after which very little of anything got accomplished. And the boxes kept a'comin'. I got a job, and I continued to not take boxes to the dumpster... not laziness, but simply because I physically couldn't.
See, I'm kinda overweight. That TLC show My 600 Pound Life doesn't have me on speed dial or anything, but I'm a lot closer to that than I am to 250 lbs. And the boxes kept coming... more slowly now that I could have many of them sent to my work address, but still they came. And I was either too stupid or too prideful to ask for help.
And then last thurday I get an e-mail from the complex manager: she and "other agencies" would be entering my apartment on Friday. I asked her to keep me informed, and left it at that... I had a job to do. The appointed time came and went, and around 3pm I took my lunchbreak and checked e-mail.
The very first one was from the County Health Department, informing me that my apartment was condemned as being unfit for human life in the condition it was currently in. The second was from the Apartment Complex manager, asking me to contact her ASAP. She had tried to prevent my place from being condemned, but failed... government workers don't exactly have a lot of leeway in their rules, after all. To be allowed to live in my own place again, all of the boxes had to be gone. She then gave me the number of one of her employees at the complex, someone who'd be able to help. I quickly called him, we agreed to meet at 11am Saturday, and we'd get to work. Along the way, I also touched base with the people from the County, then had a talk with my supervisor. "Take as much time as you need, Wonderduck." So then I left and ran back to Pond Central to grab some clothes and find a hotel.
Saturday rolled around, and the guy I hired showed up. We'll call him Beast, because what I expected to take four or five hours and maybe two days... took 2.5 hours. He had the easy job, though... I had to clean the kitchen sink. I'm pretty sure I killed off an emerging intelligent lifeform.
Monday rolled around. The powers that be congregated in my apartment, were pleased with the results, and took down the sign saying "CONDEMNED. THE PERSON WHO LIVES HERE IS A SLOB." And then said that I'm really just on probation... there will be irregular (but scheduled) visits to make sure progress is progressing.
There's a few other things I'm leaving out, but suffice to say that when you combine them all... well, I can't imagine being more humiliated than I am. Oh, and depressed. Whee.
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I guess setting the damn things on fire in situ was not an option you were given?
Posted by: Pixy Misa at January 17, 2019 05:08 AM (2yngH)
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Yikes. Well, your domicile has been given a reboot of sorts. Hooray for getting assistance and support from key people in the process. Hell of an experience though.
May things only improve from here!
Posted by: GreyDuck at January 17, 2019 08:37 AM (rKFiU)
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Oh gads. The precipitating factor to get me to pull the trigger on buying a small house (I had to get a loan from a family member, and deplete all my savings) was a warning from the apartment complex manager that I, and I quote, "Owned too many books and they presented a fire hazard." At that time I had three, seven-foot-tall bookcases, filled. Two smaller bookcases in my bedroom, filled. Some books on a shelf in my closet (If they didn't intend for the shelf to be used, why did they install it?). One (1) book out on my nightstand. Zero (0) books on the floor.
The manager oh-so-helpfully offered to rent me a storage unit....which they just happened to manage as well.
I said no thanks. They said fine, but they'd keep coming back to check on my place. I moved out that fall.
They lost a quiet resident who never complained and who paid on time. I've never looked back. I probably own close to twice as many books now.
But yes, I can 100% sympathize on how humiliating it feels to "get in trouble with management"
Posted by: fillyjonk at January 17, 2019 03:12 PM (o5UlT)
On the Amazon front, every once in a while I have to declare a "box week", in which my recycling bin will contain nothing but broken-down cardboard. This disappoints the people who search the bins at 4am for cans and bottles, but I make sure to leave them a neatly-bagged collection the following week.
-j
Posted by: J Greely at January 17, 2019 06:56 PM (LGSd2)
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As long as it was only boxes you lost, sounds like a good thing.
Friend of mine in Canada had a similar problem with a fire marshall, only the stuff they wanted him to get rid of were rare fanzines from the 1930's on.
Posted by: Mauser at January 17, 2019 08:59 PM (Ix1l6)
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Well, I'm glad it's nothing more serious. BTW, I don't remember if I mentioned that, but I started sleeping on the floor recently. It's much better for my back than any bed.
Posted by: Pete at January 18, 2019 04:54 PM (LZ7Bg)
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God bless, amigo. Glad to hear you've gotten good with TPTB. Your fans are in need of your wit and wisdom.
Posted by: The Old Man at January 18, 2019 08:28 PM (duGaw)
Posted by: Mauser at January 12, 2019 11:36 PM (Ix1l6)
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For the sake of preventing wild mass guessing getting out of hand: I've been in touch with Wonderduck and he is not currently deprived of life, liberty, or the pursuit of happiness. Nothing, as yet, has caught on fire.
Posted by: Ben at January 13, 2019 01:37 PM (4TRZx)
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Well, that takes all the fun out of it!
But seriously, take care Wonderduck.
Posted by: Ubu at January 14, 2019 03:57 PM (SlLGE)