The Crystal Caves

the latest "great idea" from work is mandatory state safety training. so they signed up with a state online company to give us the training and we have to learn about every single bloody thing that is on there. this includes how to handle hazardous chemicals. i don't think we have anything stronger than industrial cleaner....no, wait, i tell a lie, the polish for the bowling lanes is pretty nasty stuff, but it's only handled by a couple of people.
this training brought such gems as:

"electical equipment" i don't know what this one is, other than you have a choice whether or not to use it. i have a feeling, based on context, that it's supposed to be electrical equipment, but who am i to argue with such an obviously fine program.

"infected employees" this was for employees who would be handling such chemicals. to their credit, it does say affected (although i think it should be effected) in the text and the person reading is the one who said infected. but why would you even publish something so stupid?

"managers will assure that documentation is on site" that's good. i feel ever so much better to know that my managers are going to reassure us about paperwork. i always get nervy around paperwork.

those are the first three that come to mind. there are tons more, but i've been too busy being sarcastic at my computer to really remember too much more. but it does rather make me want to run for my favorite high school english teacher and sic her on them. Carole would have a blast.

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okay, now that that's done. *sighs* i still have one more test to finish tomorrow. it keeps crashing my browser so i'll try again tomorrow. just what i want to do on one of my days off. *rolls eyes*
work was slow. i read Stephen King and wrote a little more on my current story. have i said before how much i love king's turn of a phrase? today's was "reality can go screw a rolling doughnut." my all time favorite is "plums defy!" lol. no, i don't know what it means.
and i found that Snoopy i was talking about yesterday. i love this one.



and i find it exceptionally true for my writing career right now.

I am not 100% positive about this as I am still reading the series and have a book and a half to go, but I think I may have found the ultimate MarySue story.
Yes, this is published.
Stephen King's Dark Tower series.

He has written himself into it as a character that, I suspect, is the ultimate dark lord. Not to mention his characters keep thinking that they are characters in someone's story. I'm going to keep reading because I like Roland and Jake, but it is getting really hard to take this seriously.

But if you like King's work, check it out. The story is to die for creative, even with the crack he keeps putting in there. I am seriously tempted to go to his web page and ask if he knows about MarySue.
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i sat funny at work today so my shoulder scar tissue is pulling my back and ribs all out of place and giving me headaches, so i'm on a short night at the desk because i have to work tomorrow. i was checking blogs and found this.....






the only reason i am not on the floor laughing my head off is because my parents are in bed and i'd wake them up. i think the only time i would fear these guys is that they'd kill me by making me laugh at them. manly warriors they are not.

I showed ro tenipuri festa 09 tonight. When we were watching the backstage i pointed out the meganes and she asked what that was. i said inui, tezuka and oshitari. she said no, megane. what does that mean. i don't know that word. i said, yes you do, you've even used it before. it's eye glasses. she said she didn't know what i thought i had heard her say, but she had never heard the word before. but she does know migi (and she pointed to the left). i looked over and said, that's hidari. so, apparently she doesn't know her right from her left, or her meganes.

*rolls eyes*

but she's totally used the word before when we were watching PoT. 

I posed this question to Ro about a month ago and she couldn't choose just one. *Grins* I doubt that I could either, but I know who my first instinct is.

So, if you could only watch one actor/actress for the rest of your life, who would you pick? You would get to see everything they appeared in and would have access to all their shows regardless of DVD, download or other format.

Hard, isn't it? I think mine would be Masa, because I'd still get to watch PoT, but would lose a bunch of other favorite shows.

Today was so boring that I didn't want to post the blahness that abounded. But this is worth it, I think. Now it's bed time. I hate the rain.

That's from the Muppet show. Sam says that one of these days he'll get his just desserts. A monster walks by and hits him in the face with a pie. Kermit asked what that was for and the monster says, "just dessert.

So I kinda managed to get my computer set up with me in bed. This is the strangest bug I've ever had. Fever and sore throat. Slight congestion if I lie down flat, but nothing bad enough to keep me from sleeping. No cough, chills, body ache, upset stomach or indicator what the hell I might have. Granted it could be strep, but I don't hurt bad enough for that one. And I'm not even really tired, just staying in bed because I can and it's always a good idea when you're sick.

I plan to spend the day writing and uploading fics. I've almost got a second chapter to the Rikkai/Seigaku piece I wrote for Hortarukunn for his birthday. Yukimura is evil. Niou is being sadistic and Fuji wants revenge. What could possibly be better? *grins* And then I'll see what else I feel like writing.

I'm also keeping an eye on blogs - especially Masa's and Massu's - for information. I know Masa was out of Tokyo and is okay because he updated last night. But Massu's hasn't been updated for a while. Not unusual with that boy, but still.

Okay, I'll be back. That's a promise, not a threat.

Oh wait, one more thing. Fever dreams are stranger than most. I had one last night that had a wishing well in it with a sign that said, "beware of people wanting to drop buckets of water on you."

I have to take my family to the airport in a couple of hours, so I decided to just stay up and then sleep when I get home. No worse than my graveyard shift. Just boring because I can't write. I can't believe it'll be upwards of two to three months for this blasted wrist injury to heal completely. I don't know how I'll survive. :) The backlog waiting to be typed will be astounding too.
Back to doing nothing. Just thought I'd pop in for a moment. I can't watch a movie - Black Butler musical - because my kid brother is across the hall trying to sleep. I'm just happy I found good raws of both of them.

this is typed one handed, so please excuse typos. **note that dishwasher is not a typo**

i was reading the forensic examiner at work today and one of the articles was on the steps (way over simplification) of how a crime is committed. the example given at the beginning was getting a drink of water.
1) determine you are thirsty
2) locate source of water
3) locate vessel to hold water
4) attempt to fill vessel with water
5) analyze the results

reading this made me think of a class lecture - i'm pretty sure it was high school - on critical thinking. the teacher asked us to give him directions on how to wash clothes. and almost everyone skipped at least three steps at some point. the kid who took the prize for stupidest statement, however, is the one who said "after gathering up the obviously dirty laundry, you open the dishwasher and put the clothes in it." the sad part is that he was serious. the teacher gave up.

These are journalists????


PORTLAND, Ore. — A Somali-born teenager who thought he was detonating a car bomb at a packed Christmas tree-lighting ceremony downtown here was arrested by the authorities on Friday night after federal agents said that they had spent nearly six months setting up a sting operation.


It makes me wonder if they've heard of run-on sentences and proper English. I know I'm not the best, but this is kinda crazy.

Oh yeah, and Ro is in Portland for Thanksgiving with her family. She's fine.

full article here
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/11/28/us/28portland.html

This cracks me up. Megan - Ro's room mate - is flying out to see her boyfriend in a couple of hours. For the past month all she has been able to talk about is how scared she is of flying, hitting air pockets, the plane dropping fast like being on a roller coaster. And yet, what is she doing to get ready for her trip???

Going online every night for a week and looking up news reports on airplane crashes and hijackings.

I told Ro to let me know when Megan is going on a cruise. I'll loan her all my research books on the Titanic.

*sheesh*