... so did xkcd. Thanks, Thelms.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Sunday, August 24, 2008
There has been no p in the pool this summer. Just liver.
I was complaining (a thing I try hard not to do very often) to a few friends this weekend that I could not stand another straight day of rainfall. I figured I could probably count on one hand the number of days it didn't rain this summer. Then I got curious.
Today is the 24th of August.
According to MyForecast, there have been 23 days of precipitation in August. And today isn't over yet.
July had 23 days of precipitation.
June had 22.
May had 22.
So it seems I may have exaggerated slightly. But I maintain that I was traveling for at least some of them. Speaking of traveling, I must admit in fairness that most days have brief moments of sun as well. However, I am usually not traveling (via B-M-double-pied) to or from work in the aforementioned moments. As a result, I often arrive looking like this and smelling of mildew.
I was also lamenting yesterday that I had not had a chance to use the swimsuit I brought with me at all. Perhaps I should wear it to work Tuesday. I never thought I would say this, but I am looking forward to going back to Utah if only for this reason (and my lovely friends, of course). I also now feel more keenly my freudian misunderstanding of the lyrics to the song I thought was "I saw the sun."
Today is the 24th of August.
According to MyForecast, there have been 23 days of precipitation in August. And today isn't over yet.
July had 23 days of precipitation.
June had 22.
May had 22.
So it seems I may have exaggerated slightly. But I maintain that I was traveling for at least some of them. Speaking of traveling, I must admit in fairness that most days have brief moments of sun as well. However, I am usually not traveling (via B-M-double-pied) to or from work in the aforementioned moments. As a result, I often arrive looking like this and smelling of mildew.
I was also lamenting yesterday that I had not had a chance to use the swimsuit I brought with me at all. Perhaps I should wear it to work Tuesday. I never thought I would say this, but I am looking forward to going back to Utah if only for this reason (and my lovely friends, of course). I also now feel more keenly my freudian misunderstanding of the lyrics to the song I thought was "I saw the sun."
Friday, August 8, 2008
Wrist Slap!
It was the best of blog times, it was the worst of blog times. I have been so exceedingly busy, as evidenced by the fact that I've been chained to my computer. Here are some pictures, because I know that's really what you're here for.
I got a new camera.
I went to France. This is me and John Lennon (not to be confused with Lenin).
This is my niece (well, one of them).
This is a berry that nobody can identify. It is not a strawberry.
This is a horse. Oh, and my niece and frere-in-law.
I notice strange things:
He is in repose. Everything is illuminated? Anyone? I paid Jaron's respects, which he didn't remember us talking about in the end, but I'm still glad I paid someone's respects. Poor man.
I can't really say why, but I love the colors in the Paris airport lounges.
I got a new camera.
I went to France. This is me and John Lennon (not to be confused with Lenin).
This is my niece (well, one of them).
This is a berry that nobody can identify. It is not a strawberry.
This is a horse. Oh, and my niece and frere-in-law.
I notice strange things:
He is in repose. Everything is illuminated? Anyone? I paid Jaron's respects, which he didn't remember us talking about in the end, but I'm still glad I paid someone's respects. Poor man.
I can't really say why, but I love the colors in the Paris airport lounges.
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