FYI, her name is Logan. I figured three days without a name was long enough, and that one was first in the runnings.
Close seconds: Adi, Kahlua, Zoe
Never in the running: Flanders :)
[ 12.9.01 9:59 PM | look! it's a kitten ]
Introducing the first annual "Help Name the Kitty" contest. She's grey with a hint of tabby to her. (I know it's hard to see in the picture - I had to put it on super-zoom)
First Prize: the kitten will be given the name you choose.
Second Prize: a few good laughs.
The Rules:
- It's a girl.
- No names like Smokey or Smoke or charcoal. It's gotta be something more original than that.
- I reserve the right to substitute a name I choose if no one submits one that I like.
All right, now let me have it.
[ 1:39 PM | busy day busy day ]Time to kitten pick-up: T minus 6 hours and counting
Time to home internet access: T minus 6 days and counting
[ 11.9.01 8:56 AM | taping a person to a wall requires a full roll ]
This was the sig line on an email I received this morning:
"A person needs only two tools: WD-40 and duct tape. If it doesn't move and it should, use WD-40. If it moves and shouldn't, use duct tape."
So true. So true.
[ 10.9.01 5:06 PM | yes mom ]
Another thing that amuses me (in a good way) at work: when people are paged using their full name. It always sounds like a parent calling a bad child.
"Tracy. Leslie. Spike. Call extension 5-5-5-5."
[ 4:46 PM | no 'e' ]It amuses me (somewhat) that no one at work can spell my name correctly. Okay, maybe it's an exaggeration to say 'no one', but certainly many people seem to have issues with the fact that my name is spelled t-r-a-c-y. Notice there is no 'e'. There was never an 'e'. And yet people keep wanting to put one in there.
The nameplate for my cubicle arrived on my first day here with Tracey in big bold letters. I didn't make a big deal about it, but I was told it would be fixed right away. Three weeks later, with no replacement in sight, I cut the e out and stuck the two peices of the nameplate back together. It actually worked quite well.
My email address at work uses my first initial and last name, but unless you know it off by heart (very unlikely) you'd have to look it up in the company directory. There my name is, plain as can be. Tracy. But still I get emails from people all the time with the opening line "Hi Tracey". Even if I was the one who initiated the conversation, I still get replies with "Tracey". Which makes me wonder, am I in the minority when I spell my name without an e?
Perhaps it is just my name in general that causes problems. After all, I got the nickname tracyspike because someone messed up my last name on a document at my first co-op job. And I have been asked by more than one person to spell out my last name. Really people, it's not that hard. It's spelled exactly how it sounds. It's a common word. Although one person asked me how to spell it even after I said it was spelled exactly how it sounds. Aparently she couldn't spell too well.
What about you? Do people routinely misspell your name?
[ 8.9.01 7:38 PM | leap frog ]
I've mentioned many times the ritual of going to Timmy's before work every morning. About 7 of us make the trek out of our building and to the strip mall next door for a daily dose of caffeine or buttery bagel goodness. It's not a long walk by any ways, but is periless none the less. Because we always leave around 8:30, the exact time everyone else is trying to get to work, we always run into those people who think it a good idea to speed through the parking lot at a great speed.
Someone remarked yesterday that it was much like a game of Frogger, jumping back and forth to avoid cars as they race towards us. It struck a bell, so I had a little time yesterday afternoon and went searching for a screenshot of Frogger to manipulate.
Better than the Christmas songs I had stuck in my head.
[ 4.9.01 9:57 AM | airplane style ]
I thought they might be pressured to remove it from the website, but aparently the article remains. What am I talking about you ask? This. The Imprint ran a tongue-in-cheek article about sex at university that had parents fuming and all my friends laughing. All copies of the Imprint were removed from residence rooms, presumably so the sensitive frosh are not compromised, but are still available (as of last night) at numerous locations on campus.
And just in case some crusading individual decides to clean up all the issues before you get a chance to read it, we picked up a few extra copies for our friends ;)
[ 2.9.01 1:16 PM | home sweet home ]
Well, the move went fairly smoothly, except for the mysterious disappearance of some shelves. We have no internet yet (silly landlord) or phone line, so I actually made the trek to the school to use the labs here. Gotta love a school whose computer labs are open 24/7/365, even if it drives you crazy at other times.
Today also happens to be move-in day for all the frosh, so the campus is inundated with vans and kids and parents, none of whom know where they are going. So young. So innocent. So corruptable.
Until we get this internet situation sorted out, I shall try and sneak in updates at work when no one is looking. Hopefully it shan't be long.