16:21 Progress towards errands comes to a screeching halt trying to get the tires rotated. 5 mins ago I called-not busy. Now=swamped. Annoyed. #
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-Dad, at the computer, for no apparent reason. This is not unusual
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Well, sort of. How cool is this? Lucian Freud’s portrait of a nude, sleeping Sue Tilley has just sold for $33.6 million dollars–a record high for work by a living artist.
And Sue Tilley? Is fat. Not merely Rubenesque, even, but pretty dang fat.

From CNN:
Tilley, 51, said she was initially embarrassed to pose naked for the artist, but they soon grew comfortable in the studio — so comfortable, in fact, that she confessed to falling asleep while posing.
“I didn’t mind if he noticed,” she said.
Rawk.
I’m less certain of how I feel about Freud’s description of the sittings, though.
With Tilley, Freud said he was “very aware of all kinds of spectacular things to do with her size, like amazing craters and things one’s never seen before,” according to the 2002 interview with the Tate. He added, “I have perhaps a predilection towards people of unusual or strange proportions, which I don’t want to over-indulge.”
“Amazing craters?” Really? And psst, it’s hardly something no one’s ever seen before; millions of fat women and their partners get a view like that every damned day. Still, I’ll grant that fat women do seem to be rare in the contemporary art world, and the most important thing is that the painting itself is clearly not mocking its subject. Well done, Freud.
I hope all you Shapelings who see yourselves in Sue Tilley will walk around today feeling like 33.6 million bucks.

Did I say 'quite sad'?
I meant REALLY freakin' sad.
Ok, that's not quite true. But once you take into account the fact that the amex will only get paid down about 25%, and we aren't paying on the siding at all yet, and I'm the only one paying on the heloc, and the new mortgage will be split roughly 60/40.. our total monthly outlays won't be changing anywhere near where they would have with the originally-planned loan. I /might/ end up with an extra $200 or so per month, which I'll either stick into savings or throw at the amex. I was expecting to come out with better than $500 extra, most of which would go into savings.
Le sigh.
Author:
Pairing: House/13 (established)
Prompt: candlelight (second of two)
Disclaimer: A wandering minstrel I, a thing of shreds and patches. I own nothing.
Rating: NC-17 for smexings.
( something wasn't quite right. )
- Location:home
- Mood:
awake - Music:around the sun - r.e.m
Update: It was brutal. I'm sure I flunked the exam. As soon as I saw the questions I realized that I'd studied the wrong material, in the wrong way. I could only answer half the questions and just wrote vague bullshit for the other half (if you leave it blank you're guaranteed to get 0 points, but if you at least write *something* you *might* get partial credit mercy points!).
I will be *lucky* to get a C in the class now. My only hope of a better grade is if everyone else did as badly as I did and he decides to curve the exam grades. UNLV has pretty low standards, so it's plausible that a professor would do that instead of giving out a lot of C's and D's. (Rumor has it that last semester after most of the economics class flunked the final exam, the professor threw the whole exam out and didn't count it for calculating grades.)
I don't know if procrastinating less and studying more could have even helped me in this class. The lectures consisted of him scrolling through one densely-packed PowerPoint slide after another without much indication of which of the hundreds of terms/concepts and thousands of details he presented were important, or how they related to one another and the big picture. The textbook wasn't much better. Apparently I have no aptitude for Marketing because I was never able to see the big picture or structure on my own, and without any outside help to figure that out I was left trying to brute force memorize what appeared to me as just a jumbled mess of crap. I will have to debrief with some of my classmates and see if they feel the same way -- did the class just suck, or do I suck at Marketing? I suspect the answer is probably both -- I bet that I did worse than average on the exam, but not by that much.
I'm pretty sure I got an A on the project (30%), and a C or B for class participation (20%). I got a B on the case analysis papers (25%). But with an F on the final (25%), the best I can do is around 77% for the class. If I've overestimated my grade for the project or class participation, I could even get a D.
I should have listened to my better judgment and withdrawn from the class six weeks ago like I wanted to. In the same amount of time (~150 hours) I wasted since then completing the Marketing class with a C or a D, I could have probably knocked out TWO of my distance learning accounting prerequisite classes with A's. Even the additional amount I'd have to spend on tuition later for a different elective for my MS Accounting program is far less than what I've probably lost now in merit-based grants by blowing my GPA.
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SUNK COSTS VS. MARGINAL COSTS, KIDDIES. Learn it, love it, live it! Ignore it and you will suffer as I have suffered. (If I can't be a good example, at least I can be a cautionary tale, right?)
(Edit: Hubby points out that withdrawing from a class mid-semester could have screwed up my financial aid in other, more costly ways than getting a C will, so perhaps he was right that completing the class was still the +EV move even after my realization that it was going to be a huge time and motivation suck and my chances of a good grade were slim to none. My reasoning about sunk vs. marginal costs in these situations applies when financial aid programs are not involved, though.)
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Oh well. What's done is done. I'm going to go finish my accounting project now so I can put this semester and everything to do with the MBA program behind me.
Huzzah!
Recently you sent my husband a letter. I understand that you have this new "Don't Mess With Texas" citizens' initiative, where people can write in and inform you of observed littering. I also understand why these reports are not actionable, since the complaint could be anything from a valid sighting to an honest mistake (spit, wiper fluid, etc.) to someone falsely reporting on someone who stole their parking spot. So your only available action is basically a "tsk, tsk!" of sending out a warning note and a complimentary trash bag for the potential offender's vehicle.
You recently sent my husband such a bag for his car. I have ridden in this car, when necessary, for years now. Please understand I am not abusing metaphor when I say that your attempt is the equivalent of sending Jack the Ripper a squeezy stress-relief ball. I have to ride with my feet tucked under me to avoid a re-enactment of the compactor scene from Star Wars in the passenger wheel well.
Please, save your trash bag money and use it to repair one of the big honkin' potholes outside our house.
Lurve,
Mel
Although I have to say, thanks to A. forgetting our tank was pre-70, B. forgetting I'd just upgraded armor with +spell dmg, and C. having a broken threat meter since 2.4 meant my experience was a lot less "awesome suave stylin'" and a lot more "I HAVE A DRAGON ON MY HEAD OH FUCK AIGH AIGH AIGH!" But we did pull through and carry the day MOST triumphantly in the end. ;D

ah hath… ah lethuth
uth awslo hath sum hot cross buns.
picture: dunno source, via our lolcat builder. lol caption: (?)

According to Wikipedia Reading (HM Prison) is the county gaol of Berkshire and formerly the site of executions. It was built in a cruciform shape in 1844, Victorian. It’s about the same age as the new old wendy house and built in the back-yard of the Abbey on the site of an old leper colony. Now its a ‘Young offender Institution and remand centre’ (1999 HM Govt report - includes interviews with prisoners)
Famous people incarcerated there include:
- Oscar Wilde: 1895-1897, 2 years hard labour for sodomy. The Ballard of Reading Gaol was written after his internment, dedicated to a man executed during Oscar’s internment.
- Stacey Keach: 1984, 6 months for possession of cocaine.
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Lights along the fire line memorialize the Rotterdam Blitz, 14 May 2007. On this day in 1940, the Luftwaffe bombarded the city of Rotterdam as part of the German invasion of the Netherlands. About 2.6 km² (1 sq mi) of the city was levelled and as a result, the Netherlands surrendered to Germany. Photo credit: Y. S. Groen |
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Okay, for people I interact with frequently, I guess this is kind of obvious (though I'd still enjoy an answer) but I'm realizing that there are a number of people on my friends list with whom I'm not sure where we connected... and a few people about whom I've probably never known.
(Okay, this is partly to entertain me while I try to get an abstract done. But I really want to know.)
Living Room - 80% packed
Kitchen - 20% packed
My bedroom - 20%
Cats move Thursday
Walter and I move Thursday to be with cats
Furniture and U-Haul Saturday
If you can help us move on Saturday, you will earn our eternal gratitude, and all the free spaghetti you can eat. Pop me an email if you're interested, carnival1973 @ yahoo.com.
On a quest for a free kitchen or dining table w/chairs, a papasan and a couch. If you have any of these things and want to get rid of them, please let me know. :)
Oof, I'm going insane. Too much stuff left to get done and not enough time. I'm running like a chicken with my head cut off from the time I wake up till way past when I should be in bed. I want to be DONE and living in our wonderful new home already.
*deep calming sigh*
Ok - I feel better now. I have to remember to get to a pharmacy tonight and pick up more of the old style ephedrine containing allergy pills. They're the only things that seem to dent the dust filled air in the house right now. You know it's bad when you blow your nose and find lint. o.O
The kitties are getting anxious. Well, except for Amber, who can't breathe well enough to feel anxious. She snorkles pitifully and looks up at me with those big green eyes saying "momma - I don't feel good..." It's enough to break a girl's heart. But the new place is much newer and dust free, and we've put in a heavy duty filter for the air circulation - so she should be feeling better soon.
almostdonealmostdonealmostdone
- Mood:
rushed
HFA inhalers need to be washed with warm water and air dried once a week. The medication is stickier and will clog the hole, reducing the amount of medication the spray delivers.This morning I washed my old inhaler that I thought was near-dead and just keeping "in case". Um, no, it's fine. Cool.
Skip the paper bag if you think you're hyperventilating and focus on slow, calm breaths. The paper bag won't hurt you if you really are hyperventilating - but if it's asthma or a heart attack, reducing oxygen is the last thing you need.
Building muscles has a utilitarian purpose??? They're not just decorative??? Who knew??? Yeah, I'm heavy on the sarcasm there. Truth is, size is not the point - strength is. It's from a special section on the human body.
- Mood:
working - Music:S.J. Tucker, "In The House of Mama Dragon"









