Weekend!
Holy cow, is tomorrow Friday already? Indeed it is.
This is one of those weeks where you look back at all you have accomplished and say “Man, if I hadn’t averaged two meetings a day, I might have accomplished even more!”
Or anything, really.
Well, there were *SOME* anythings. I fixed a problem that had plagued us for the last year by getting two teams that refused to talk to each other to engage in some light “I will *PROVE* that it’s not our fault but their fault!” contests that quickly resolved that, yeah, it very much was the fault of the team that refused to do anything a year ago because we hadn’t proven that it was their fault. What was the most delicious was that they, themselves, proved it was their own fault right after saying “look here, I’ll prove that it can’t be ours!”
And they did the thing they had refused to do for a year and, wouldn’t you know it, the problem resolved *IMMEDIATELY*.
To be quickly followed by explanations about how, seriously, they had every reason to have concluded that it wasn’t them given the history of the problem.
There were a handful of other things that happened too, but they didn’t result in a mixture of relief and barely suppressed rage.
Anyway, this weekend is going to be a pleasant one where we visit friends, eat good food, play fun games, and run errands. Dinner with Friends on Friday, gaming on Saturday, laundry on Sunday. And recuperation from a week in which stuff that could have been done earlier finally got done.
So… what’s on your docket?
(Photo is “Footrace finish line, 1925” from the Seattle Municipal Archives, used under a creative commons license)
After my wife being gone for the last month, to deal with a massive family crisis that only an only-child could solve (and with-out help for obvious reasons) she got the great joy of flying in early to have me meet her at the airport. I met her with our beloved dog, so she say goodbye before we drove directly to the Vet hospital to have Soupy put to sleep for congestive heart failure. A very sad end to a very shitty month.
So, nothing much for us.Report
Ah, jeez. That totally sucks.Report
Condolences. The loss of a pet is a special kind of void where love used to be in a family. I dread the day I shall have to say goodbye to my companions; kudos to you and your wife for being there with Soupy to let him know, up to the last moment, that he was loved by his peoples.Report
Oh, man. That is a bunch of terrible. May you both find some comfort in each each other this weekend. I’ll be thinking of you.Report
It’s hard to say goodbye to our furry friends. Condolences.Report
Shit.Report
Thank you, everyone. It means a lot.Report
We had to put Won Ton to sleep almost two years ago now, and remembering it still makes me sad. Deepest condolences.Report
Thank you Mike.Report
Saturday, Mrs. Likko and I shall attend a fundraiser concert which will blend into some professional networking for me.
Sunday, Green Bay hosts the SeaChickens and I shall very much look forward to seeing what Randall Cobb can do against a Richard Sherman who lacks the support of a Kam Chancellor. There’s a Ouija Board out there that may be looking at a sharp jolt of adrenaline should that matchup work out the way I anticipate and hope.Report
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I stand with OurTod, Go Hawks!Report
I like you anyway, @aarondavid .
And yeah, I’d have run it up the middle with Lynch, had I been in that position.Report
Even after all these months, I’m torn. It was the right impulse – with the personnel sets both sides had in, the run would have failed much like last Sunday’s very similar run failed. But the specific play they called wasn’t the right one, it would have worked against the Titans or Chargers or someone, but not the last play of the championship final – yes, the guy who made the INT was undrafted, but the guy who blew through the pick and took the play off its rails wasn’t…
The question on Sunday is who will trip over his feet more (ouch, it still stings) – Chancellor’s replacement or Bulaga’s replacement.Report
I should also add here and now that my life has been deeply enriched by learning that a contestant on Jeopardy! actually got Alex Trebek to utter the words “What is ‘The Love Ballad of Turd Ferguson’? P.S. hi mom.” on television.Report
“…it very much was the fault of the team that refused to do anything a year ago because we hadn’t proven that it was their fault…”
It was an attitude similar to this one in my lead engineer that led me to adopting the attitude that “I am just an admin–please tell me what to do and I will do it.”
(Also, smiling to myself that somehow my fingers typed “shit” instead of “this” in the sentence above. Subconscious much?)
Really looking forward to this weekend, and for many of the same reasons, with the added possibility of some redemption on the part of Arsenal at the hands of Chelsea tomorrow morning.Report
I kinda wanted to have a contest for “guess which team refused to do anything until we proved it was them!” but I figured that the game was already given away by some minor knowledge of the spheres where I put my hands all the time…
But part of me also wonders if everybody, freakin’ everybody, has trouble with this particular team in their corner of the country too… or if it’s just me.Report
Friday night, I went to Lazy Bear and was tasty:
http://www.lazybearsf.com/
Yesterday I went to the Anderson and Cantor art collections at Stanford University. Anderson is a great collection of 20th century American art also known as my favorite art.
I also had Malaysian food for the first time.
Today is for the beach.Report