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- Sat, 17:01: Medgar Evers Pool (Check-in) http://t.co/ObRWeQBqhU
- Sat, 17:16: Today is the first day I've run into less than awesome data speed/reception since I secured to -mobile a week ago... http://t.co/F4rL90zQOq
- Sat, 17:16: I pass by this place nearly every single day and have never been in here. Clearly it's a family place but, happil... http://t.co/NxRFHqCIyu
- Sat, 18:46: I'm always so grateful when my cat lets me trim her nails without fuss. #caterday! http://t.co/64z0eG98GZ
- Sat, 20:31: today's basket http://t.co/4ZX55XNJwE
- Sat, 20:46: I'm not sure PBS calls itself non-commercial any more and it's a good thing because these days to get to the actu... http://t.co/8FN0QG0Kpt
- Sun, 01:55: RT @StephsFuelCell: Found car keys in the Junction (w/ clothes catalog); they're @PecadoBueno - can you tweet out please @westseattleblog?
Sep. 8th, 2013
I don't remember past football seasons taking over so completely as it is this year. Twitter, G+ and LJ plus TV and radio all seemed consumed by football in a way that I have never noticed before. I went to an all girls high school and a tiny non-competing college and never got a foundation for appreciating the game. There's nothing about it that I can even grab onto past the game watching snacks which, I found out, you can have without having to labor through a game! So, from now until at least November for college and January for everything else, I'll be on the outside looking in... with Dritos.
At least there is the pool. On Sundays, I have my choice of my regular pool (the one closest to me) at noon or the West Seattle pool at 11. The other pools are open later or not open at all. There's a new pool (or rather re-new) opening in a couple of weeks. But it's nearly out of my radar and only opens for an hour on Sundays for lane swim which is weird. At least I do have two good Sunday choices. I think today is going to be West Seattle because it opens first and has easy access to some errands I need to do after and good breakfast/brunch options if I'm hungry.
Nothing much else going on except the usual knitting, tv watching, book reading, good life.
At least there is the pool. On Sundays, I have my choice of my regular pool (the one closest to me) at noon or the West Seattle pool at 11. The other pools are open later or not open at all. There's a new pool (or rather re-new) opening in a couple of weeks. But it's nearly out of my radar and only opens for an hour on Sundays for lane swim which is weird. At least I do have two good Sunday choices. I think today is going to be West Seattle because it opens first and has easy access to some errands I need to do after and good breakfast/brunch options if I'm hungry.
Nothing much else going on except the usual knitting, tv watching, book reading, good life.
Go try your creepy on someone who cares
Sep. 8th, 2013 02:28 pmSo... the phone rings today. It's a Seattle area code but not a number that has called me before. I didn't answer. 3 mins later it rings again, same number.
"Hello"
"Are you enjoying your fries?"
"Sure am. Who's calling, please?"
"I'm a computer hacker"
"Well, that's nice. Do you have a name?"
"Mike"
"Hi Mike, what can I do for you?"
"I'm a computer hacker and I hacked into your webcam."
"Well, the URL is public so you really didn't need to go to the trouble."
"I've been watching it every day for a week. You should put a password on it."
"If I put a password on it, then people would not be able to see it."
"How do you like the Florentine?"
"I love it. It's a great place to live. Are you trying to be creepy? Cause you are missing the mark."
"But I can see you and I know where you live."
"My name, address and phone number have been publicly available for decades - in the phone book. Google will tell anyone all kinds of details about me including the URLs of both my webcams. Have you seen both cams or just the one?"
"You don't care what people see?"
"If I did, I wouldn't have a webcam on my living room available to anyone who wanted to see. I do not live accidentally, I live with forethought."
"Well, most people would think it's weird."
"I got nothing to hide and I don't care."
"Well, I'm going to keep watching"
"Great! And good luck with that computer hacking thing, Mike. Bye."
I'm thinking he might not call back. I felt kind of sorry for him. But I was too busy laughing at him - not with him.
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I was eating fries cause I was starving. I swam 2,000 yards! It was a pretty lazy but long and great swim. I was pretty impressed with me. Pretty soon I'll be doing Ethel Merman's Ester Williams' 2 miles a day.
I wanted ice cream at the grocery store and didn't want to stop for a big meal. There wasn't an easy short meal between me and the grocery store so I did that (no ice cream, they didn't have what I wanted) and then stopped at the drug store and then I was really starving so I headed home intended to stop at McDonalds and managed to get on the wrong side of a rail road track for not one really long train but two. By the time I got here with the food I was ready to eat dirt.
As I typed that I just remembered where I could have gotten both a quick snack and a better grocery run very near the pool... next time.
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Back to The Computer Hacker - I should mention or re-mention that I live on the 4th floor of a secure condominium building. If someone had my name, address (including unit number) they might be able to tail gate into the building and come after me. But I would likely scream and raise a ruckus that my neighbors would hear. I'm not concerned.
I'm saying I can't be creeped out, I'm just saying this guy has a lot of work to do to get there and so far, he's on the wrong road.
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Now I'm watching the ballgame and enjoying the cool shade of the indoors!
arugh my achin back
Sep. 8th, 2013 08:33 pmBecause I sit on my ass so much (at least that's my theory), my lower back sometimes really aches. And today it's very bad. I wonder if swimming so long didn't maybe aggravate it. The internets to the rescue!! I found a series of 7 simple lower back stretches on the webmd website. None were knew but having them all grouped together like that really checked my box. So I printed them out. Twice today, I've gotten uncomfortable and so gotten up and gone through them and damn, if they don't work! This is very good news.
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I put on a not-at-all new yellow shirt this morning. It's soft and nice looking. But, it's got some age on it. When I was putting it back on after my swim, I noticed that it has fairly severe arm pit stains and mentally marked it end of life. Then I got some blood on it from a cut I got in the shower. Then I got maraschino cherry juice on it from my milkshake at McDonalds. Then I spilled some of the chocolate on it. Zoey came up to love me and snagged her toenail in it creating a hole. It is now so shredded and stained, I'm embarrassed for Mike to see it on the web cam!!
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When Betty was alive, I cleaned out the two litter boxes a couple of times a day in hopes of encouraging her to use them more often. After she died, I consolidated to one box for Zoey who, honestly, just does not make elimination her top priority. She maybe pees twice a day and gives tiny little bullet poops once a day and does a whole lot of excavation of the litter. No longer a bit maintenance item. But, I guess I got too slack. This morning when I remembered I hadn't looked in a while the litter was all over the place and banked up on the side where she had peed over the edge. The chest that houses the litter box was a mess.
So I completely emptied it, and cleaned it out and took out a bunch of stuff that didn't need to be there and wiped it all down and Fabreezed it. Then I lined it with shelf liner, and put the litter in a clean litter box and put it with the bare essentials back into the chest and promised her I'd do better. She promptly went in and peed and thereby said I was forgiven. Whew.
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I put on a not-at-all new yellow shirt this morning. It's soft and nice looking. But, it's got some age on it. When I was putting it back on after my swim, I noticed that it has fairly severe arm pit stains and mentally marked it end of life. Then I got some blood on it from a cut I got in the shower. Then I got maraschino cherry juice on it from my milkshake at McDonalds. Then I spilled some of the chocolate on it. Zoey came up to love me and snagged her toenail in it creating a hole. It is now so shredded and stained, I'm embarrassed for Mike to see it on the web cam!!
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When Betty was alive, I cleaned out the two litter boxes a couple of times a day in hopes of encouraging her to use them more often. After she died, I consolidated to one box for Zoey who, honestly, just does not make elimination her top priority. She maybe pees twice a day and gives tiny little bullet poops once a day and does a whole lot of excavation of the litter. No longer a bit maintenance item. But, I guess I got too slack. This morning when I remembered I hadn't looked in a while the litter was all over the place and banked up on the side where she had peed over the edge. The chest that houses the litter box was a mess.
So I completely emptied it, and cleaned it out and took out a bunch of stuff that didn't need to be there and wiped it all down and Fabreezed it. Then I lined it with shelf liner, and put the litter in a clean litter box and put it with the bare essentials back into the chest and promised her I'd do better. She promptly went in and peed and thereby said I was forgiven. Whew.