Earlier today I finally discovered the identification of my new pet, Betty. She is:
Phylum: Arthropoda
Subphylum: Chelicerata
Class: Arachnida
Order: Araneae
Suborder: Araneomorpha
Family: Lycosidae
Genus: Pardosa
Subgenus: Amentata or Pardosa amentata.
I finished reading Carl Sagan's Demon Haunted World: Science as a Candle in the Dark. It was sooooo good. I hated to see this book end.
I have begun reading Foucault's Pendulum by Umberto Eco, again. I tried to read this about a year ago and lost interest. It was one chapter that got me really... this time I think I can give a more determined whack at it.
The swimming pool at my apartment complex is closed until the end of this month. Or so they say... From the looks of this afgan bunker it will be sometime next year before it's reopened. The reason behind the pool being closed is that they forgot to drain the water out this winter! Opps! I forgot water expands when it's cold!
So for their ignorance in basic physics I continue to pay outrageous monthy rent (which recently went up for new leasers). And on top of this, my AC goes out now at least once a month. At least they could have the pool ready for me when this happens.
So, my neighbor decided to take things into his own hands. Equipped with a digital-camera
and his guerilla photoshopping skills, he's creating propaganda used in the war against the Apartment manager. To the right is a sample of what's been done thus far.
This image will accompany some propagandistic writing in an attempt to sway public opinion in our favor. Something like "Hey, doesn't it suck not having a swimming pool? I want my rent to be cheaper! Sign here if you agree..."
We will keep you posted on the progress of our revolution.
I got scammed at work today. It was bad because when it happened, I was aware of what was going on. A man, who was very personable, purchashed some things for $2.90. He gave me $20, and I gave him $17.10 in this order: Ten, five, one, one, and change on top. I turned to bag his products and get his receipt and he mentioned that he should have gotten 17 dollars back. I looked and he had spread out in his hand a one, five, one and one. His wallet was right next to the money as if he almost put it in. I suspected that he had slipped the ten I gave him into his wallet and exchanged it with a one. I called a manager over to assist in the situation. Without wanting to give away to the scam artist what was going on, I tried to hint to the manager what the situation was. She didn't pick up, probably because I didn't make it very clear. I swapped the guys one for a ten and he walked out the door. I told the manager what I thought happened and she counted the drawer. Sure enough, I was duped.
I didn't call the guy down, because I make mistakes. I will be the first to admit that. But next time I will be sure to trust my judgement, I know when I make mistakes, and this wasn't one of those times.
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A cop showed up at my door axing questions about a certain vehicle on premesis. While I peeked out the window to see what vehicle it was, the Kitty vigalently defended our household by hissing at him. The neighbors are busted!
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