Non-Cheese Quiz Blogging Friday

I maintain that I smell quite girly, thank you, but otherwise, it's pretty much true:

What Be Your Nerd Type? Your Result: Gamer/Computer Nerd   You enjoy the visual stimulants of a video game, chatting on AIM, or reading online comics. Most of these types of nerds are considered dirty who lack hygeine, of course they always end up being the ones who make a crapload of money. And don't worry, that's just a stereotype; I'm not calling you dirty. ^_~
Literature Nerd
Musician
Artistic Nerd
Science/Math Nerd
Drama Nerd
Social Nerd
Anime Nerd
What Be Your Nerd Type? Quizzes for MySpace

After all, I *am* a web developer. I don't make an actual crapload - yet. I'm working on it. I'm already at truckload level.

(hat tip Shakespeare's Sister)

Hollow Victory

You know how sometimes I say that I'm good at stuff? You know, like, "I'm a good singer", or, "I really like to bake", or, as in the case of the shrimp-and-goat-cheese experiment "I am a genius"? Well, today I'd like to officially announce that I SUCK at wood-working projects. Not even real wood working projects, just basic assembly.

I bought a lovely chair from bestadirondackchair.com. The web site said that it comes 85% assembled, and included easy instructions. OK, the instructions weren't so bad, but if that was 85% assembled, then WHY WAS THE BACK OF THE CHAIR IN 11 PIECES?! I had to put the 8 back slats together with the 3 brackets. I did not do a very good job. I'm kinda pissed off, because it was not a cheap chair. Yes, it looks lovely now that it's put together, but it took me 7 hours to do, with 2 breaks. First break was for lunch and to go buy a 1/2 inch ratchet bit, because apparently I only had up to 7/16 in the house, and the second was to have dinner and watch a movie. I rented Little Miss Sunshine, which probably had a fine ending, but the disk froze and I can't yet say for sure.

So what I'm saying is, my Sunday was not the easy restful day that I'd hoped it would be, and I suck at putting together furniture.

Been Tagged!

I have been tagged by the Truffle. Because this makes me feel loved, I participate. It's sad how I crave the approval of strangers, really.

THE RULES

1. All right, here are the rules.
2. We have to post these rules before we give you the facts.
3. Players start with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
4. People who are tagged write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.
5. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.

1. I am single, but I wanted to get married when I was quite young. It did not work out.
2. I avoided taking any math classes at all in College, and now I'm a web developer. I use some sort of math every day.
3. My college degree is in Hebraic Studies. Rutgers really lets people major in that.
4. I was involved in a sketch comedy radio show on WRSU for some years. I still keep in touch with many of those people.
5. When I was growing up, I wanted to be a psychologist.
6. I drive a Ford Escape. The higher car makes it much easier on my arthritic knees.
7. I'm a medieval re-creationist, and a card-carrying member of the SCA.
8. I am not a natural redhead. I have no idea how people ever think that I am, since my hair color doesn't occur in nature.

All Apologies

I know, I just keep writing about what's wrong with me and saying I'm sorry. The truth is that I just haven't been able to keep up with the work of expressing my political opinions eloquently with all the crap that's been going on with my family this year.

Hoping that the whole "the personal is the political" thing might possibly apply to me and mine, I'll let the world know what's going on with me, even when I haven't told the guy sitting next to me here in the office.

I had to take my dad to the emergency room on Tuesday. I really should have taken him Monday night, but I was afraid, and I made a bad judgement call. Lucky for me, that didn't kill him, and we got him there on Tuesday. His hemoglobin count, which for a healthy adult male is 13.5-17, and which for him was a week ago 10.5, plummeted down to 3.9. It was 5.9 when I brought him to the hospital, and dropped a bit more before they started giving him blood. He has a blood disorder, so he always runs low, but not like this. He's now tested positive for something called hemolysis, and they're treating him with steroids, but it's still possible that he's got a lower GI bleed happening, as well.

I'm really worried, and of course I'm heading over there (St. Peter's) after work today. The doctor said that they might be moving him out of the MICU and into a regular room, so that would be good news.

I'm still limping badly from my hip problem and I don't have what it takes, physically, to take care of a sick dad. This sucks.

I look forward to caring more about Hamas fighting Fatah than about who's going to take care of the laundry and can Dad sign checks to pay the bills.