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Assortments
Aug. 21st, 2013 10:50 pmEarlier this week I saw a link on Tumblr that went to a blog analysis website. You could give the URL
and they would report what their algorithm showed. For this account, it reported that I was female, usually upset and angry, and was between the ages of 66 and 100 years old.
I will easily cop to the upset analysis, since I try to save my rants and rages for here, but the age thing was juuuust enough past my age as to make me discouraged. I sat here doing an imitation of the Grumpy Cat, which I first mastered as a toddler. I will get over it, but still.
I also found out that we are still very much a small town here where I live, despite the extreme growth our area has seen. You see, this past Sunday there was a major problem with the transport of an enormous transformer that was being moved to the electric company's huge new generator facility on the other side of town. The kind of thing that takes a long trailer with smaller trailers at both ends, so the weight is distributed over many, many axles and wheels.
For what I find ridiculous reasons, it was sent through our town, instead of taking the 10-mile detour around on larger, better-made roads. All the necessary clearances were given, but nobody realized that the hill up from the newer bridge in town had cracks clear across that were patched with tar. Tar that proved juuuust too slippery for the tractor's drive wheels to handle. It took several hours to get enough big equipment in to tow it past the slippery part. And there was a large crowd hanging around waiting- including a former boss of mine.
Then, when it was around the corners and only had the last, larger hill to go, another former coworker and her husband were part of the crowd sitting in lawn chairs in the yards of houses at the top of the hill. The tractor was stopped at the bottom of the hill for a couple of hours, so they went home for dinner. The neighbors who lived there called them when activity resumed. So they came back and watched as the great big tractor-trailer moved ponderously up the hill (no tar-patched places, just lots of unfilled potholes in that stretch!) and on out of town.
Totally legit entertainment. I'm sorry I missed it.
And then the last thing is my nails. They've recovered substantially from the awful flaking and peeling I saw earlier this year, and I've taken to putting on polish. I've got lots of nail polish, I would buy the really really cheap "3-free" kind, realize it was so cheap because it was terribly thin and also chipped IMMEDIATELY. So PRETTY, though. But I have learned to use ridge-filler base coat (thanks for NOTHING, genetics, I don't enjoy having ridges so sharp they catch on plain woven fabric unless I sand them down, dunno how mom could stand it), and also to be neater and more patient with the polish brush. So, I used two coats of ridge filler, followed by three thin coats of this light blue-green with copper opalescent glitter polish, followed by a super-shiny top coat. With full amount of drying time between coats. And the result? Just. Like. Glass. There's a tiny bit of wear at the tips, but nothing big yet. I find myself absurdly HAPPY about that!
and they would report what their algorithm showed. For this account, it reported that I was female, usually upset and angry, and was between the ages of 66 and 100 years old.
I will easily cop to the upset analysis, since I try to save my rants and rages for here, but the age thing was juuuust enough past my age as to make me discouraged. I sat here doing an imitation of the Grumpy Cat, which I first mastered as a toddler. I will get over it, but still.
I also found out that we are still very much a small town here where I live, despite the extreme growth our area has seen. You see, this past Sunday there was a major problem with the transport of an enormous transformer that was being moved to the electric company's huge new generator facility on the other side of town. The kind of thing that takes a long trailer with smaller trailers at both ends, so the weight is distributed over many, many axles and wheels.
For what I find ridiculous reasons, it was sent through our town, instead of taking the 10-mile detour around on larger, better-made roads. All the necessary clearances were given, but nobody realized that the hill up from the newer bridge in town had cracks clear across that were patched with tar. Tar that proved juuuust too slippery for the tractor's drive wheels to handle. It took several hours to get enough big equipment in to tow it past the slippery part. And there was a large crowd hanging around waiting- including a former boss of mine.
Then, when it was around the corners and only had the last, larger hill to go, another former coworker and her husband were part of the crowd sitting in lawn chairs in the yards of houses at the top of the hill. The tractor was stopped at the bottom of the hill for a couple of hours, so they went home for dinner. The neighbors who lived there called them when activity resumed. So they came back and watched as the great big tractor-trailer moved ponderously up the hill (no tar-patched places, just lots of unfilled potholes in that stretch!) and on out of town.
Totally legit entertainment. I'm sorry I missed it.
And then the last thing is my nails. They've recovered substantially from the awful flaking and peeling I saw earlier this year, and I've taken to putting on polish. I've got lots of nail polish, I would buy the really really cheap "3-free" kind, realize it was so cheap because it was terribly thin and also chipped IMMEDIATELY. So PRETTY, though. But I have learned to use ridge-filler base coat (thanks for NOTHING, genetics, I don't enjoy having ridges so sharp they catch on plain woven fabric unless I sand them down, dunno how mom could stand it), and also to be neater and more patient with the polish brush. So, I used two coats of ridge filler, followed by three thin coats of this light blue-green with copper opalescent glitter polish, followed by a super-shiny top coat. With full amount of drying time between coats. And the result? Just. Like. Glass. There's a tiny bit of wear at the tips, but nothing big yet. I find myself absurdly HAPPY about that!
