Mar. 23rd, 2009

Woot.com has Roombas on sale today (the price is comparable to elsewhere; the real benefit is the $5 shipping). GET 'EM WHILE THEY SUCK!

Any excuse to use the icon.
When Jack found Max and made The Internet convince me we should keep him, I reckoned he was about six or seven weeks old. It's an interesting (actually it's really not that interesting) fact that horses in most competitive activity always turn a year older on January first, and if it's good enough for horses it's good enough for beagles, I suppose. As we don't know his actual birthday, January first isn't a bad target, which makes him nearly three months old.



He still has evil eyes. And if Jack tells you his name is Theresa, don't listen.

In the month or so since we've acquired him, Max has learned to sit, stay, heel, ride the invisible lift, avoid being eaten by the pterodactyl, and Kill Evil (mostly Evil at this point is his chew-bone, but it also includes small snakes and croissants and he does it on command if he wants to). Beagles are an English breed, but Max can't help that and showed excessively good sense in getting to Wales just as fast as he could.

He's also mainly Hubtrained. And, let's be fair about this, when he does have an accident it's really nothing compared to what Myfanwy used to do.

I continue to suspect him of being evil. I've decided that he's probably waiting until he's fully grown to wreak his havoc, however, so we're safe for another nine months yet. And in the meantime, he is almost ready...for ALIEN BEAGLE BATTLE ARMOUR.



I cannot tell you how strongly I feel that as the fuzziest member of Torchwood Max needs alien battle armour.
When I was in school I used to keep a calendar into which I would write the due dates of all my major assignments. Or rather, I used to move the due dates up a week to freak myself out that they were due sooner than I thought, and this is just one reason I never pulled an all-nighter for an assignment. Because even though I did this every semester, I never remembered I'd done it when the assignments started to come due.

It's like that with vacation time.

I kept thinking I couldn't have much vacation time left, because to my mind every time I took a day off was a huge event, since I kind of know all there is to know (except, weirdly, the location of the supply cabinets) and without my presence nobody knows who to talk to or where to meet or how to find the package UPS said it delivered. OH THE HEADY POWER.

Anyway, these days off took on a huge importance in my mind, and so I figured I probably only had three or four more days of vacation time and sick leave coming. As it turns out, I have ten days of sick leave, two personal holidays, and sixteen days of vacation currently accrued. I could have taken February off!

Except I can't, because see: everything falling apart without me. Also I'm taking four days in May, and twelve days seems so much less than sixteen.

Still. It's all kinds of exciting to at least KNOW how much time off I have.

In other news, I flailed a few days ago because I couldn't recall who sent me the KEEP CALM AND MAKE TEA image that I used for the centre of my Massive LJ Collage. [livejournal.com profile] chronographia let me know that it was her who made the Make Tea image, and I wanted to give credit and link to the post she made (also to be found at her website here).

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