Adventures with Dr. Lady Cutie Troublemaker

On the way in to the Pumpkin Thing, we saw a nutty schizophrenic man who was acting as a sort of greeter. Well, HE thought he was a greeter. Mostly, he was ignored. We walked around, and as we were crossing over to the shops by Park Street Station, we heard what sounded like an explosion. We made a joke about how someone didn’t like the pumpkin. This morning at work, when people asked how my weekend was, I mentioned going to the thing at the Common. Turns out maybe out crazy friend was up to no good. The picture in the Herald sure looks like the guy we saw. Good timing for us, I guess. Luckily, no one was hurt.

In other news, it’s going to take a month to fix the mildew/flooding in my office, so we have to set up in the conference room for now. I hate this shit. I’ve had resource problems for over a year now. How about a regular office with a desk and a computer. How about that? Pretty please? 

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Update: Apparently, it wasn’t our man. Aaron says he thinks this guy looks younger than the nutty guy we saw. They sure look a lot alike, but I think Aaron may be right. Still, I think we heard the bang go down. Weird. 

So I whined a little online and then ended up having the most wonderful weekend. We had all these plans that fell through last week, which kind of sucked, but it all turned around. We went to the Common yesterday for this pumpkin thing. Of course, it rained, as it always does whenever we go outside. We trecked there, saw some pumpkins, then hopped a train to Cambridge and got some grub and Mr and Mrs Bartley’s by the Harvard Book Store. Love that place. After that, we walked to Steve and Linda’s house, where we played Sudoku and drank a few beers, played with the kiddies, talked, and Aaron and Linda made this FABULOUS chicken pot pie. When I’m feeling less lazy, I’ll post a picture. SOOOO good. After that, Aaron made peanut butter cookies. YUM! We actually made contact with Scott and Michelle, two of my very favorite people from grad school. They had been out of town a lot, and the excellent news is that they don’t hate us. Yay! We met them for breakfast in Slumma-ville at the tastiest place EVAR. After that, we had a fine time at Target and got groceries. Oh, and we got to pass over the Charles a few times. We spotted a few boats out for the Head of the Charles. Fun times.

I’ve been writing reports for few the last few hours. LAME! I’m so sick of reports it’s insane, but what are you gonna do? Report-writing is my bag, baby. Now it’s time for Desperate Housewives. Another busy work week looms, but I’m going to trivia, AND my parents are coming, so it’s gonna be fun times. Wahoo! Shit! Forgot to call Carl back. I suck these days. I really do. If I haven’t called, it’s not hatred. It really isn’t. It’s the work! Hard and exhausting, yet rewarding. Better than having no purpose, I guess.

OK, this is completely fascinating:

It’s why I do well here. Although the navigation is about to kill me – although there has been improvement since the GPS.

The long version. Perfect!

And let me add that oddly, I am more suited to fast break, slalom driving than to the inattentive insanity that is Memphis driving.

We are considering being nerds, and we are considering ruling, and to that end, we are contemplating going here tonight (or soon thereafter). We’ve never been. Any thoughts?