Specifically, I have not yet committed to giving beta readers Thermionic Night before I leave the country, though I still think it would be a good think to do.
Still, this thing seems like maybe a good thing to do, as my new wisdom tooth continues to bother me.
I have finally gotten a landscaper to agree to come look at the front planter. Calloo callay, and how freakin' hard should this have been in the first place?
My desk has been visited by a plague of Post-It notes. They say which sofas we liked, what food I should think of cooking, which stories I should finish soon, what I should do to Thermionic Night, and which books I should buy in England. Like other items, they are on my desk to remind me to take care of them and get them off my desk. As such, they drive me nuts. They are designed to drive me nuts. Still.
I'm really tired of spam claiming to be from one of my domain name addresses. It isn't worrisome (I've consulted markgritter), it's just annoying.
The Pledge pre-moistened dustcloths are actually not really easier than spraying a rag with Pledge. Why are so many of these "labor-saving" things really not labor-saving at all? Why would we want to have more trash without any actual benefit? I'm confused.
If I could teach people -- just people, universally -- one thing, it would be what constitutes belief vs. evidence vs. proof. I think the proper and improper uses of anecdotal evidence would fall into this category. The application of statistics is probably too broad to count as just one thing, but it's also pretty high on my list.
(Normal distributions in a large population mean lots more "freakish" coincidences in the middle, where that guy looks just like your cousin Ted, and lots more "freakish" incidences on the outer edges, where something that affects a mere 1% of the population affects 10 kids (or more) in a high school. It's not just the fringes that make things look a little weird in a large population. It's coincidences in the middle, too. The future is a very strange place to be living.)
I attempted dress shopping at Bigdale Macy's. I will wear bright orange, leaf green, or dark purple. I will not wear them together. There was a color-blocked halter dress that would have been lovely if they hadn't done it in three close shades of green. I suspect I may be the only woman in this country whose apparel for her own wedding was infinitely easier to shop for than her apparel for other people's. Perhaps not the only one. Still.