Winter Solstice
Actually, I guess the winter solstice is tonight. I'm not paying that much attention, save that Mother Nature decided that the "official" start of winter was a fine time to deliver us a big dose of cold and a small dose of snow. The high today was around 16, and the high tomorrow is supposed to be only 8, with dangerous wind chills.
My car seems to be coping with it just fine, though. I still need new tires, however.
Today was a pretty standard day at work, with a staff meeting and the discovery of a peculiar problem. Additionally, the main problem I was trying to solve for some reason was refusing to reproduce, and indeed seemed to be exhibiting almost opposite symptoms from the last time I looked at it. On the other hand, since the "last time" was last summer (obviously, this problem has been getting bumped by more important things), I imagine that something new could have come along to change it. Well, tomorrow I'll try to figure it out.
First, I was in 20th Century Books on Saturday, and thumbed through a collection of the comic strip Doonesbury that were published when Garry Trudeau was at Yale (I think in the early 70s). One strip took me aback: Mike, the title character, was at a party and talking to a woman, and she exclaimed, "Oh, you're that wimpy little frosh!" and walked away. Mike turns around and thinks, "If it wasn't for the 'wimpy' and 'little' parts, I'd rape her for that."
Even in college papers, I doubt that humor that would play well in the 90s.
Second, when I went with Bill to Michael's Frozen Custard after we went to see A Bug's Life, after I placed my order the guy behind the counter asked if we'd be ordering on separate checks or a combined one. I think that's the first time anyone's asked me that when I went somewhere with a guy. Interesting.
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