Nothing sucks like waiting for the UPS guy to show up with an overnight delivery of a much-needed uberphone and one of their other trucks has already come (with no phone) and the Web site has no information and and and … argh!
Update: Overnight delivery has somehow shifted from May 19 to May 22. I have sent a polite but firm letter asking “wtf d00d” to Amazon’s customer service.
Update #2:
I am sorry that you have not yet received your order #103-9816042-XXXXXXX. As stated on our web site, there is no weekend service for our One-Day or Two-Day delivery options.
Great, swell. It was one-day service ordered on Thursday.
Well, Joe Rice, who previously self-published a book of his students’ work has his own self-published book now: Why Won’t She Call Me Back?
Meanwhile, F. Chong Rutherford has one of his Mobile Ditty videopodcasts up for an NYU film award.
(What have I done exciting recently? Uh … two weeks of Hesperia Star podcasts in a row?)
- Update: Fred took second place and won beaucoup film equipment as a result. Awesome!
Last year at this time, my chest was covered in Bactine and I was midway through being sliced open for my biopsy at St. Mary’s Hospital.
Today, the scar at the base of my throat is almost totally gone (although I imagine a sunburn will make it quite visible, as happens with my other major scar, on the back of my left hand). My sarcoidosis symptoms have returned, but are mostly managed by twice-daily pills (my left knee, as often happens, is killing me at the moment, but at least I can function, which is a lot better than I was doing 13 months ago).
I still have my plastic medical ID bracelet I wore during my surgery last year. I’m not sure why I keep it around or what it is that it’s supposed to remind me of, but I like having it around and looking at it once in a while. Maybe it’s because last year on this day was when I found out I didn’t have advanced lymphoma, which had been the fear.
Anyway, happy not-having-cancer anniversary to me!
Today is Lucky and Hanna’s (presumed) seven-month birthday. While Hanna still looks and acts like a kitten, Lucky looks like a full-grown cat to the uninitiated, so we weighed them.
Hanna is a petite 7.5 pounds.
Lucky is 11.5 pounds of solid muscle.
This explains why when Hanna wants to wrestle, Lucky has to be in the mood, or he can just walk away, dragging her futilely behind him.
Although they’re both from the same litter, only their identical round yellow eyes really show that at this stage. The pet adoption service had Lucky listed as a Bombay, and as he ages, it’s clear that those genes are indeed dominant. Almost every aspect of his personality matches up with the “standard” Bombay’s: If you’ve never had an 11-pound kitten jump on your shoulder while you’re typing at your computer, it’s an experience you’re OK with missing.
As you may have read in today’s Daily Press, the Daily Press family of papers (naturally including the Hesperia Star) has a new ad director, Angie Callahan. Not only is she a real professional, she might just be the nicest person working for the company.
Star readers may have met her over the past two summers, when she was one of the folks (along with me) manning the Daily Press/Hesperia Star booth at the Hesperia expo.
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