Life at Walnut Square Optometry.
The previous doctor, Dr. Harrison, had this practice for 20-someting years before he retired this past August, and Dr. Sim took over.
A lot of our patients haven't met her yet, and they haven't met me either.
So, when they come in for their exams, some of them ask if I am the new doctor.
How strange to be at an age where it is remotely feasible that I would have a medical degree.
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Glad Tidings
Merry Christmas, everyone!
Your gift: the craigslist posting of the night.
4 HIDEOUS BUT COMFY CHAIRS - $150
Bay liiiiife.
Your gift: the craigslist posting of the night.
4 HIDEOUS BUT COMFY CHAIRS - $150
Bay liiiiife.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Book Wyrm: Dorky and flammable!
Just finished The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime by Mark Haddon. (It was a really big deal in 1999, along with Jelliroll pens and Third Eye Blind.)
This book is totally absorbing, except for the occasional mathematics/physics interlude. But I guess if you read a book that's narrated by a severely autistic savant genius, you're asking for it.
Also, a huge "thank you, you jerk" to Dakotah for sending me the link to the entirety of the Brick screenplay, with annotations by the filmmakers AND scenes that didn't make it into the final cut... on a night when I have to get up early the next day. Don't need no sleep, Seamus. I just gotta squawk.
This book is totally absorbing, except for the occasional mathematics/physics interlude. But I guess if you read a book that's narrated by a severely autistic savant genius, you're asking for it.
Also, a huge "thank you, you jerk" to Dakotah for sending me the link to the entirety of the Brick screenplay, with annotations by the filmmakers AND scenes that didn't make it into the final cut... on a night when I have to get up early the next day. Don't need no sleep, Seamus. I just gotta squawk.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
In Which My Vague Ideas of How The Universe Works are Validated
Oh man.
So, as you may remember, I signed on to do a student film a month or so ago. What followed was a very trying series of shoots that involved a lot of me standing around, clothed in a thin, white dress, in the dead of winter, while the students decided 1) where they should shoot, 2) what they should shoot, 3) which of them should shoot it. Massive, massive, massive waste of my time. But, I repeatedly showed up to last-minute shoots, repeatedly canceled on friends, repeatedly shifted my plans around, because they are students and I felt sorry for them. (Note: "they are students" here means "they are astonishingly dim people.")
I also gave up several night this week to tutor a girl for whom I used to babysit. (She is now 13, and in the midst of finals.) That's four extra hours of work, on top of my eight-hour day.
AND NOW, THE PAYOFF: Today I called the SB Police Dept. about my $660 worth of expired tags citations from October. And because my car was in fact registered in AUGUST, they dismissed it for a cool 25 bucks.
Hello, Bank of Karma? My account is overflowing, and I would like to make a withdrawal. Thank you very much. Oh, is that number the amount of karmic interest I have accrued? Gracious, what a lot of zeroes.
Thank you for putting up with this silliness, but today the universe feels less like a chaotic, swirling void, and more like a good place to raise a family.
So, as you may remember, I signed on to do a student film a month or so ago. What followed was a very trying series of shoots that involved a lot of me standing around, clothed in a thin, white dress, in the dead of winter, while the students decided 1) where they should shoot, 2) what they should shoot, 3) which of them should shoot it. Massive, massive, massive waste of my time. But, I repeatedly showed up to last-minute shoots, repeatedly canceled on friends, repeatedly shifted my plans around, because they are students and I felt sorry for them. (Note: "they are students" here means "they are astonishingly dim people.")
I also gave up several night this week to tutor a girl for whom I used to babysit. (She is now 13, and in the midst of finals.) That's four extra hours of work, on top of my eight-hour day.
AND NOW, THE PAYOFF: Today I called the SB Police Dept. about my $660 worth of expired tags citations from October. And because my car was in fact registered in AUGUST, they dismissed it for a cool 25 bucks.
Hello, Bank of Karma? My account is overflowing, and I would like to make a withdrawal. Thank you very much. Oh, is that number the amount of karmic interest I have accrued? Gracious, what a lot of zeroes.
Thank you for putting up with this silliness, but today the universe feels less like a chaotic, swirling void, and more like a good place to raise a family.
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