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This isn't Hans Delbruck's brain, is it?
Aw, sorry, Pittsburgh (and webrat and rani23). Phooey on those Patriots; they've won quite enough Superbowls in the past three years, haven't they? Well, hopefully we'll still be able to open a can of good old Pennsylvania scrapple on their ass in Jacksonville...

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Well, dang, the fourth time was the charm—the Eagles are going to the Superbowl. (I can hear the honking and the yelling and the sirens on Broad St. from here; someone on my block was trying to set off firecrackers, but the snow seems to have dampened both their enthusiasm and the fuses.) The next thing I'll be rooting for: the Steelers winning the AFC championship so we can have an all-PA Superbowl. (If a Yankees/Mets World Series matchup is a Subway Series, what would a two-Pennsylvania-team Superbowl be?—and nobody say a Rust Bowl, please.)

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The Eagles are going to the NFC championship game (for the fourth year in a row, having not won any of the previous three [grumble grumble]), and the Steelers are in the AFC championship...anyone else hoping for an all-PA Superbowl? (Psst, webrat—if you root for the Eagles next weekend, I'll root for the Steelers, and hope we see you in Jacksonville ;-D [Where, honestly, I don't care if we win; just getting to the frippin' Superbowl would make me happy at this point.])

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Oooohhh, I'm gettin' DSL! At least for 60 days; I succumbed to the lure of an AOL offer for a free trial of Verizon DSL, and I'm pretty sure I didn't sell my soul in the process. I've been wanting to get some kind of non–dial-up Internet access for a long time; I'd been thinking about getting it from the cable company, but never took any action on it. (For one thing, I hate the way the cable company never tells you what anything costs—"Only $9.99 with free HBO for the first month!" Yeah, and what about after the first month? "Rate changes will apply." Like what? "Rate changes will apply." How much? "Rate changes will apply." Yeah, bite me. I did finally sign up for the extremely basic cable required for the Daily Show—we'd been getting "free" cable for about two years [hey, it was there when we moved in!], and by the time they wised up and shut it off, I needed the Daily Show purely as a mental-health measure.)

Um, anyway. (I get carried away when I get parenthetical, don't I?) I know I'm totally lame for still using AOL, but...um, but...I can't think of anything except that my parents use it and those CDs are free, and, in my defense, once I'm online I'm a Firefox girl all the way. And...60 days of free DSL! I don't care if I'm lame, I'm totally psyched for that. We got the self-installation kit on Monday, and this morning I got the automated James Earl Jones impersonator telling me Verizon had done whatever they do to make your phone line DSL-ready, so J.'s going to install everything tonight (he's better with reading directions than I am) and I'll be DSL-ified. Oooohhh, no more two-hour downloads! Web pages that actually load! E-mail that takes less time to open than to read! And I can go online without tying up the phone! Yea, verily, I am psyched. Wa-hoo, I say, wa-hoo.

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Spent(=wasted) at least half an hour editing/re-editing and running/re-running one of my Perl programs over and over, unable to figure out why one of the steps wasn't getting the right results when all the other ones were; finally realized it was due to the difference between these two things:
@ARGV="$TheFile";
@ARGV="$TheFile.tmp";
Ah, the wonderful world of programming, where just a few characters can fark up the whole thing...and I get paid to catch tiny little incongruities in other people's text; how'd I miss that comparitively glaring error in mine?

Oh well; at least it's less significant than the three letters left out of the 1631 "Wicked Bible," which turned the Seventh Commandment into "Thou shalt commit adultery." (I've heard various stories of what happened to the printers after that, including that they met untimely, fire-induced ends; they didn't, but they did have to pay a £300 fine that put them out of business.) (My mood has been vastly improved, by the way, after reading about this and other Bible-printing bloopers atThe "Wicked" Bibles, from Theology Today 37:3 [Oct 1980].)

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Okay, this is a mystery to me:
  1. The back of the upper right leg of my pants is quite damp.
  2. It wasn't damp, that I noticed, before I sat on the bus on my way to work.
  3. My knee-length coat, which would have been between the back of my leg and the seat, is not damp.
  4. Besides, I always check bus seats for liquid, food, gum, mysterious sticky substances, or anything else I don't want to sit on.
  5. No, I do not have what commercials refer to as "the sudden urge to go," and if I did, it wouldn't affect only the back of the upper right leg of my pants.
  6. Whatever the substance is, it doesn't have a particular odor; since my pants are dark brown, I can't determine color, but the paper towel I tried to blot it with in the office bathroom didn't pick up any color.
  7. So what the heck is it, and where did it come from, and how did it happen?
Well, if it doesn't dry, or dries weirdly (like, making the corduroy too flat or too stiff), I'm so going to the Gap on South St. during my lunch break and buying a new pair of pants. (Although this would be the one day I decided to wear high-waist underwear, because it they're the only orange underwear I have, and on cloudy, rain-threatening days I like to wear as much orange as possible. And I'm not sure it's even possible to buy pants that aren't low-waisted anymore; the Gap does sell underwear, but that would really be turning this into an overly-major shopping expedition.)

Sigh. I don't like sitting on damp pants. Especially when I don't know what they're damp with. Somehow I think this is gonna be One Of Those Days. (I'm also PMS-ing hard, so I'm in a bad mood anyway.) Well, at least I didn't get any bird crap on my head. Yet.

Humph. Can I get a redo?

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There's a story that's been all over the local news about a truly horrendous crime—I'm going to skimp on the details, but the mostly non-bile-raising short version is that a 15-year-old girl was raped and murdered on Dec. 3rd, and her body discovered on Dec. 30th, not having been treated well in the interim. (Here's a local ABC station story with more details.) Yesterday, the scumbag who did it ("allegedly"? yeah, right) was charged with "kidnapping, rape, first-degree murder, abuse of corpse and other counts"—charged, but not arrested, because he was already in prison. And—this is why I'm posting about this—the cop who arrested him on Dec. 11th on unrelated charges was: my brother.

Well, damn.

I think that's probably the best thing anyone in our family has done since one of my great-uncles liberated a concentration camp in World War II.

I mean, damn.

This is the e-mail my brother sent to my mom, along with the newspaper story:
It turns out, I arrested this guy. Not that there was any big trick to it, he was asleep in a stolen car on the side of the road and the hardest part was waking him up to tell him he was under arrest. As they say, there is no such thing as a "routine car stop."
Indeed. Amen. Thank God/gods/heaven and the Philadelphia police academy.

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Crosspost from my blog; I didn't feel like doing a different "what's up on the first Monday of the year" post for LJ, but didn't want to not post anything to LJ, either.

Well, I'm gonna go get studied. Tonight I'm going to the Jefferson University Hospital sleep lab to get hooked up to machines and somehow have a typical night's sleep, which seems highly dubious. I mean, I have a hard enough time getting to sleep in my own bed in my own house without any wires attached. And I really, really don't like the idea of people watching me while I sleep. Humph. Then again, if I have a hard time getting to sleep or staying asleep tonight, I guess it'll prove the point. I certainly didn't sleep well last night, mostly because I was filled with anxiety; I woke up at 6:30, unaccustomedly early, with my heart pounding so hard I could hear it: THUMP-thu-THUMP-thu-THUMP-thu-THUMP. I am so not looking forward to this. (I posted about not looking forward to the initial evaluation back on December 14th.)

I was also anxious about coming back to work after over a week off—not because of any actual work, but because I was afraid Bad Things might have happened. One of my coworkers was literally deathly ill in December (he has muscular dystrophy and he got a respiratory ailment that turned into pneumonia, which is especially dangerous for people with MD), and the updates my boss was getting from his mother, who was pretty much living at the hospital and hardly sleeping, had been sporadic and unpromising. The first thing I did when I got in this morning was check my office e-mail; and, thank God/gods/heaven, he's doing much better, is out of the hospital, and is going to work from home for a few weeks and come back to Philly when he's fully recovered. Whew.

On a less important but proportionately anxiety-inducing level, I was also hoping the office mice hadn't started dying or eating each other (yes, someone was supposed to feed them, but what if he hadn't?—and yes, I could've gone to the office and checked, but, well, I didn't; so if they'd been dead and cannibalistic I'd've felt even worse about it). So the second thing I did this morning was check the mouse cage, and once again had anxiety allayed as I discovered they're all alive. Or at least there aren't any dead ones in the cage; I'll do a head count when I clean the cage later today. Um, a head-attached-to-a-body count. A head-attached-to-a-living-body count. And, as much as I hope there aren't fewer of them, I really hope there aren't more of them. I've tried to keep the males away from the females, but as I've posted before, it's very hard to determine the genders of spiny mice, and you never know when you're going to discover that your supposedly same-sex cage has produced a litter of little inbred mouse babies.

Argh, increasingly long entry here. I'd better get it posted so I can get back in the swing of blogging things, and so I can get a 2005 archive started. Oh, yeah, and do more work; the kind they pay me for. Right. Well, Happy Julian-Calendar New Year, everyone; let's get this party started.

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Cross-posted from edwardgorey and my blog—mostly because I'm hoping some of you will pick it up and I can see what your results are :-)

*Slosh*
You will sink in a mire. You like to think you're
normal, but deep down you really just want to
strip off your clothes and roll around in
chicken fat.

What horrible Edward Gorey Death will you die?
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Semi-crosspost from budgerigars; it's a slightly edited version of my intro post for the community, back on November 19th. I kept meaning to crosspost it in my journal, but didn't get around to it till now. Anyway, I've mentioned my bird in passing in a number of entries, but if you're not in the budgerigars community or a regular reader of my blog feed, [info]zhaba_zhournal (where she made a cameo appearance on Sept. 29), you probably haven't seen any pictures of the little critter. She's the absolute ruler of the house—J. and I just live there—so at the very least she deserves a formal introduction :-)
The little bird who owns us is Peri, short for Peregrina—"she" might turn out to be a "he," but we've been saying "she" since we got her in March, so we're going to stick with it unless her cere turns turquoise. (And then we'll just change the spelling to Perry, short for Peregrine.) I have a very old, slow digital camera, which isn't up to the challenges of taking good pictures of a young, fast bird; plus, whenever I have the camera out, she wants to know why I'm not looking straight at her. These three pictures demonstrate the problem...

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She'll sit still for the camera when she's interested in something else, though. She likes shiny things, including jewelry, buttons, and zippers; I call this next picture "Peri trying to get into my pants" ;-)

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