Dear Dear Diary
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Well I was looking for a new car- which was me- a cool convertible or an suv - too bad I didn't know my credit was whack because I'm driving off the lot in a used subcompact...
Those commercials are insidious. I did that from memory. It's terrible that I can wander around the house with that shoved in my brain. I worry I've forgotten something important to make room for that crap. Like earlier this morning I was considering an argument over whether it's Heisenberg or Heidenberg's Uncertainty Principle- to of course cap off a conversation about Schroedinger's Cat. I get into discussions like these a lot for a non-physicist and my father would be proud. The irony about being uncertain about the uncertainty principle is not lost on me. For the record, it's Heisenberg.
Speaking of boxes, we are about to have many heavy boxes arrive in Chez Diary. It'll be interesting.
This blog may yet turn into a knitting blog, or take on even odder permutations. For some reason, I've got a lot more readers than I ever expected. And I'm not sure what I'm supposed to write or what they'd like to hear. You're welcome to make requests, yanno. Or maybe you don't.
The basset is calming down and perking out of depression post Kenya. It was surprising how well he's recovered being the only dog. He has scheduled his anxiety and angst between 4 to 8 pm, and if he gets a couple of walks or just one if the weather isn't good, he calms down and passes out to go back to sleep at 8 pm. I think the anxiety is exacerbated by Jazz's behavior- he still wants to play with Kenya during her time, so he tries to interact with Rascal more than he needs/wants, so then the basset (who has a very long excitement fuse- it takes a while to get him going) gets excited just as Jazz is hitting the "oh I guess I ought to leave you alone" stage, and they tend not to be as in sync as one could wish. It's an adjustment period all around, but walks for the basset are good for all of us.
Those commercials are insidious. I did that from memory. It's terrible that I can wander around the house with that shoved in my brain. I worry I've forgotten something important to make room for that crap. Like earlier this morning I was considering an argument over whether it's Heisenberg or Heidenberg's Uncertainty Principle- to of course cap off a conversation about Schroedinger's Cat. I get into discussions like these a lot for a non-physicist and my father would be proud. The irony about being uncertain about the uncertainty principle is not lost on me. For the record, it's Heisenberg.
Speaking of boxes, we are about to have many heavy boxes arrive in Chez Diary. It'll be interesting.
This blog may yet turn into a knitting blog, or take on even odder permutations. For some reason, I've got a lot more readers than I ever expected. And I'm not sure what I'm supposed to write or what they'd like to hear. You're welcome to make requests, yanno. Or maybe you don't.
The basset is calming down and perking out of depression post Kenya. It was surprising how well he's recovered being the only dog. He has scheduled his anxiety and angst between 4 to 8 pm, and if he gets a couple of walks or just one if the weather isn't good, he calms down and passes out to go back to sleep at 8 pm. I think the anxiety is exacerbated by Jazz's behavior- he still wants to play with Kenya during her time, so he tries to interact with Rascal more than he needs/wants, so then the basset (who has a very long excitement fuse- it takes a while to get him going) gets excited just as Jazz is hitting the "oh I guess I ought to leave you alone" stage, and they tend not to be as in sync as one could wish. It's an adjustment period all around, but walks for the basset are good for all of us.
Comments:
I think I know the answer to the problem of Schroedinger's Cat. "Is the cat dead or alive" is not the point. The cat is too smart to be locked into the box to begin with - therefore, there is no cat!
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