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January 17th, 2008

smeddley: (Grape)
Thursday, January 17th, 2008 01:43 pm
SmedNotes version of today thus far:

* Whee! It snowed! Boo! I wish our driveway was only 3' long, instead of closer to 30'.

* I may seriously have to consider getting a new computer, I tried three times restarting mine this morning and could not get Firefox OR IE to start up. It's been persnickety for a little while, I guess I could try a nice wipe-down and get new anti-virus software, I don't know. But I hate to spend the money, really...

* Our house payment is going up $75/mo because there's an escrow shortage (again) because the bank people are morons. Of course, it's not really a shortage, it's just less of a cushion than they would like, which means they're getting to keep chunks of my money that is doing me no good. Stupid system.

* In a pinch, paper clips make decent hair clips. I have two holding my bangs out of my face and a pen stuffed through my bun, so I'm the epitome of office supply hair at the moment.
smeddley: (Much Rejoicing)
Thursday, January 17th, 2008 02:57 pm
So evidently they decided to move up our Time In Service (TIS) bonuses to once very four years instead of once every five years. So everyone who was going to get their TIS this year got it today. I was scheduled to get mine in November. Now, I don't know what this means down the road (will my next one be in Nov '11, Jan '12, or Nov '12?) but for now I shall revel in sweet, sweet unexpected money. Which should all go to the credit cards, I know. But I don't want an expensive computer, surely a few hundred can be spent on me! It's a three-paycheck month, too! (Since I get paid every two weeks and not twice a month)
smeddley: (Bosom)
Thursday, January 17th, 2008 02:58 pm
So with all the Cassie Edwards flap going on, I decided to try to write a scene that made use of some passages from some of my reference books. To see how hard it was to incorporate someone else's text into your own story (I figured it'd be way easier to just write your own dialogue!). I, however, have credited the source book with those fun 'hover the mouse text thingees' (I hope) so I won't get in trouble. But I think I did a pretty good job of seamlessly blending a pick-up story with some reference material. Please feel free to fawn over my 'accurate research' and 'great facts'. ;)


He eyed her warily. There were no visible warning signs, no band of razor wire encircling her heaving bosom. Sure, she was hotter than fresh asphalt in August, but he knew that even though it was law that if the facility will be an “attractive nuisance” or is not considered to be reasonably safe, it may have to be fenced and/or signed, that didn’t mean it wouldn’t be foolhardy to whisk her off to his motel room, like a street sweeper brushes autumn leaves off the pavement. He threw caution to the wind, and not just any wind, like a soft spring breeze. No, this wind snatched up discarded plastic bags and wrapped them around tree branches, then continued to pummel them, making that obnoxious snapping noise.

He slid up to her, oozing down the bar like a punctured jelly donut. “Hey, did you know that the primary function of an access hole is to provide convenient access to the storm drainage system for inspection and maintenance? As secondary functions, access holes serve as flow junctions, and can provide ventilation and pressure relief for storm drainage systems. What do you say about a little inspection?” His eyebrow raised suggestively.

She stared at him, then said slyly, “Well, you know, discharge pipes are often used as outlet structures for detention facilities. The design of these pipes can be for either single or multistage discharges. I’m only interested,” she licked her lips, “in multi-stage discharges.”

Just then a buxom blond strode towards the pair like a mongoose dashing after a snake. She narrowed her gaze at him and said sharply, “I never thought I’d see your face around here again, considering. I’d have thought the shame would keep you away.” Her gaze settled on the other woman. “I really wouldn’t bother.”

“Hey!” he said sharply. “It’s not like I’m the only one at fault. The hydraulic capacity of a storm drain is controlled by its size, shape, slope, and friction resistance. And a change in head loss due to differences in pipe diameter is only significant in pressure flow situations. I think you might want to take a long, hard look at yourself before you besmirch the skills of another person.”

“Excuse me,” the first woman said, “I think you are forgetting that the correction factor corresponds to the effect another inflow pipe, plunging into the access hole, has on the inflow pipe for which the head loss is being calculated. I, for one, would be more than happy to experiment with a second inflow pipe and see what that does for my multi-stage discharge.”

He smiled at the first woman, and threw a scornful glance at the second. “You’d be well remembered that most natural flow conditions are neither steady nor uniform. However, in some cases it can be assumed that the flow will vary gradually in time and space, and can be described as steady, uniform flow for short periods and distances.

She snorted back at him like a pig rolling in particularly fine mud. “You just keep telling yourself that, hon.” She smiled at the other woman. “And when you discover his pipe diameter is undersized, don’t say I didn’t warn you. And remember, it’s all a function of the angle of the incoming flow as well as the percentage of inflow coming through the pipe of interest versus the other incoming pipes. Don’t give credit where it’s not due.”



See, I bet you wouldn't even notice if I hadn't pointed it out! ;) Also, I did not realize how many suggestive phrases there were in storm water design...
smeddley: (Easily distracted)
Thursday, January 17th, 2008 08:39 pm
So. Computer being a pain in the butt led to a semi-productive evening. Hubby was at school, so I cranked up my CDs and got some work done between bouts of jerky, uncoordinated dancing that probably more resembled me being electrocuted than anything with, you know, rhythm (and I really need to learn to spell that word without Google's help, but in my defense it's a stupidly spelled word). But it was fun, and between that and shoveling the driveway this morning I think I got my workout in. Plus I did dishes, made some coconut rice pudding, and did laundry (though I still have to put that away, but I can do it while watching my DVR-ed Mythbusters, Smash Lab, and something really cool on the Military Channel called Top Sniper - I caught the tail end and had it record the second showing). If I can stay away long enough to fold Mt. Saint Laundry, that is...

Also, I actually got Spam so there will be spam art for [livejournal.com profile] theartofspam. Yay! It's only one message, but I have a great idea for it.

I backed up all of my data files on my external hard drive. I'll lose my saved game files, but I'll live. And I swear (yeah, really) that when I put all that crap on my new computer I will actually organize it. No! I mean it!

$10 or a dozen duckies to anyone who can find my Shrek CD, btw. Oh, and $100 if you can find the checkbook that's been missing for 2-1/2 years...