I’ve got a big sweet tooth and I like my coffee light and sweet, so for me coffee is primarily a delivery system for cream and sugar.
We usually end up in front of the TV during or after dinner at around 6:30, so we end up watching a nightly national news show. No matter which network, these seem to be designed as a delivery system to inform people of new, probably expensive, prescription drugs?
Friday I had to be at Aiken City Court, my number was up, I’d been summoned to be a juror. I had to report at 9:00 AM and while technically I didn’t have to go to work, what else was I going to do, watch the Today Show? So I went in to work. Because I didn’t know if I would be selected to actually serve on a jury or not, Donna drove in in the Sonata and I drove the Miata. We parked next to each other in the usual far corner of the parking lot.
Not long into the day, a co-worker comes up to Donna and asks, “Did you have a fight?” Her perplexed look back signaled further explanation was required. He said, “You came in separate cars.” She replied derisively, “No”, turned around and returned to work.
When she told me the story later, my first thought was, if we did have a fight, would we have still parked next to each other?
On our road trip we stayed in a combination Holiday Inn Expresses and Hampton Inns with a Sleep Inn & Suites thrown in for good measure. The only place we stayed that was not part of a chain was the Blennerhassett Hotel in downtown Parkersburg, West Virginia and it was definitely a step up. The price was really not that bad, about what the average was we paid for all the rooms on the while trip.
When checking in we asked to be away from the elevator and ice machine, our Guest Relations Representative assured us that even though we were not that far away, we would not hear either and asked if we wanted to see the room to check for ourselves. We said, “Sure.” At this point is where the clerk gives us a key, but not here, she hands the key to James the bellman who leads to the elevator and escorts us up. The room looks kind of small with a king bed in it, but it is furnished very nicely. The GRR was right and we head back down to finish the check in process.
They ask if we need help with our luggage and we of course decline, we are after all in the Miata, our luggage consists of 4 small bags, a laptop and a purse. The bellman/doorman does get to hold the door open for us though, both on the way out and again when we come back in.
The very best thing about the place were the towels. Used to the thin rough things you normally get at some chains, these things were a revelation. Normally post shower I grab the hand towel and use it like a squeegee to brush as much water off as possible before getting mostly dry with the bath towel, but here I get almost entirely dry with just the hand towel. These things are like water magnets. Soft? It feels like you are drying yourself with an Angora cat, the same breed that inspired the song Soft Kitty that Sheldon Cooper likes sung to him when he is sick.
I make note of the name on the tag and search the interwebs. One of the hits that come back is an Amazon link to buy them. $200 seems high at first, but it is for 6 bath towels, six hand towels & 6 washcloths, we vow to buy them when we get home.
We do, and they arrived last Friday. Best move ever. Knowing that new towels need to be washed separately, boy do they, we run them set through a cycle. Because these things are so big and so fluffy we have to break it into 2 loads. When load one comes out of the dryer the lint filter is completely covered about a 1/4 thick. When I get them in the house and are ready to hang them up, they are still covered in a bunch of balls of lint. They need to be washed a second time. I start saving the lint because it is prodigious.
What you see above is all the lint from the four dryer loads squeezed like a stress ball into something about the size of a regulation major league baseball.
I’ve got a few things that happened this week I wanted to blog about, but because I write sooo slooowly I just haven’t had the actual time to do so. Trouble is, like missed sleep, you never really can catch up blogging.
All I’ve really had time for is wondering the interwebs, I’d like to say totally aimlessly, but that would be a lie, so it was maybe more like somewhat aimlessly, because there is always an undercurrent of Miata-ism to it. To wit, my current wallpapers on the laptop and desktop (plus a bonus one) are:
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The PCs around Valve Store(tm), like most in a networked business environment, are locked down pretty good so that the regular Joe users can’t screw ’em up. That’s where an administrator password comes in, and I wield one.
One of my various functions at the the plant is Back-up IT Guy and because the Regular IT Guy is pretty ill, I’ve been doing a lot of more computer type stuff recently. While most of the real issues are handled remotely by the Help Desk techs at the Home Office in beautiful downtown Florham Park, NJ., sometimes it is just easier to just call Brian.
It used to be easy, I could keep my admin password the same as my regular network password, so it was always right at my fingertips. But about a month ago the corporation that pulls ASCO’s marionette strings decreed that all Administrators must use the RSA Token two-step authentication system. Now every morning I have to login to special Password Repository using a combination of my 4 digit PIN and 6 randomly generated digits, that change every 60 seconds, from my software token. This allows me to get a unique 15 character alpha-numeric admin password, good for 12 hours.
What you see above are my passwords from the past week. Feel free to copy them down for your own personal use on your favorite, or not so favorite, internet sites.
*My twist on the used to be famous phrase, “What’s the frequency, Kenneth?”
Instead of my usual MiO enhanced bottle of water for my after-lunch whistle wetter today I thought I might get a soda from the vending machine Avenue C.
Instead of my usual choice of a Diet Dr Pepper I thought I might get something with a different flavor, so I picked up a Coke Zero, the #3 drink on Brian’s Top Three Favorite Soda Flavor List.
It wasn’t until I got back to my cube and was pouring the soda into my mug that I realized that the bottle had my name on it. Lucky pick huh?
I finished filling my mug and tossed the bottle in the trash. That’s when it dawned on me that maybe I should get some photographic evidence. Snap. Toss again.
Today’s selection of MiO flavoring added to my bottle water is Orange Vanilla. If you get it cold enough it tastes like liquid Creamsicle (which didn’t come in raspberry flavor when I was a kid.)
This morning’s yogurt snack was fat free vanilla. So, can you guess what this afternoon’s fruit is?