On Saturday I was doing some demolition work in a friend’s basement, banging away at some carpet tack strips, and a little piece of the tack strip (or something) shot up and hit me in the eyeball. It didn’t hurt, but it left a nice bloody mark on my left eye. This is a day later, when it was already looking better:
… And that’s why we wear eye protection, kids.
Yesterday I went to my usual game of lunchtime pickup ultimate, but remained on the sidelines due to a neck injury that I didn’t want to aggravate. I brought my camera, along with a telephoto lens, and had some fun taking pictures of the action.
I’m a fan of much of what Yoda says. From The Last Jedi comes another good one:
Pass on what you have learned. Strength. Mastery. Hmph. But weakness, folly, failure also. Yes, failure most of all.
The greatest teacher, failure is.
Ahh, spring break is upon us! It was nice last night to be able to turn off my daily alarm…
I get a week of sleeping in (luxury!) before going back to my regular schedule. Party!
Last night I made some muffins at home, and this morning I brought them to the office. I mentioned it on Slack, our internal chat tool:
Blueberry + chocolate chip muffins in the break room. Don’t ask about why.
You know that I just want to ask now
I wouldn’t have otherwise
shifty muffins are my favorite muffins
[SCENE: INTERIOR CLASS ROOM, EARLY MORNING]
Jeff: Good morning class, I brought muffins for you today because I am kind, wise and generous!!
Perky Student: Thanks Mr. Schroeder, I love muffins!
Full Mouth Student: What kndt ff mffns rr dey sweader?
Jeff: Blueberry and Chocolate!
Full Mouth Student: [DED]
Perky Student: [SCREAMING] He had a deadly blueberry allergy!!
Jeff [INTERNAL MONOLOGUE]: I guess I have another one on my conscience. At least I can bring these to my loyal staff at work. I hope no one asks why.
Well played, Ben, well played.
(The full story is that I have a young woman in my seminary class who’s allergic to enriched flour, so I buy a muffin mix that doesn’t contain it, and bake a few muffins for her whenever we have food in class. She requested chocolate chips, and even when I said it was a blueberry mix and that would be weird, she insisted it was good stuff. So I made them, brought them to class, and… she didn’t show up. Hence, the office.)
Back at UMR, the annual St. Patrick’s Day festivities were always advertised as “The Best Ever”. I guess every year was an improvement over the last, for almost ninety years in a row. I have some great stories about the shillelaghs, Follies, duty rounds, and of course Alice. Yesterday was a nice day, so Laralee and I headed out for a walk and I grabbed my “green”:
Funny that I still have my collection of sweatshirts (eight years’ worth) and can wear them twenty years later…
Laralee bought me a shamrock plant for St. Patrick’s Day!
Am I the only one around here who didn’t even know there was such a thing as a shamrock plant? I thought shamrocks were those teensy little clover things…
I just tried to launch the latest version of Firefox.
(firefox:4578): GLib-ERROR **: gmem.c:100: failed to allocate 18446744073271633382 bytes
That’s a lot of bytes.
Driving to my ultimate league games last night, I saw a beautiful sunset.
Interestingly, I’d also seen a beautiful sunrise in the morning! (I didn’t take a picture.)
It’s nice to have gorgeous bookends on a great day.
I saw this in traffic today:
“I used to be cool”
It seems like a strange sentiment to me. I say if you think you’re cool, you’re cool. Fortunately for me, I’m cool.