There is a Facebook thing going around, called 25 Things About me. It's supposed to work like this:
Once you've been tagged you are suppossed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you(-or they're just really nosy) (To do this, go to "notes" under the tabs on your profile page, paste these instructions in the body of the note, type your 25 random things, tag 25 people (in the right hand corner of the app) Then click publish.I don't believe in tagging people (see #22 below), but I do think this is a fun exercise. Feel free to do it yourself.
In college I had a job doing tech support for students in the dorms. It was a good job: part-time, respectable pay, the opportunity to meet lots of people, and the occasional "wow" story. This posting is about one of those stories.
I received a call that a student was having trouble with her printer. The ink printed onto the paper just fine, but the paper came out wrinkled and mashed up. I went out to her dorm room and examined the situation. The paper loaded into the printer was fine, the print tray looked fine. I opened the lid on the printer, squinting to see any potential problems -- nothing. Then I looked into the paper output in the back of the printer, still not seeing anything. On a hunch I held the printer upside-down and gave it a soft shake. Out fell several small pieces of a Pop-Tart.
Problem solved, I thought! I set the printer back where it belonged, and noticed a box of Pop-Tarts on the shelf immediately above the printer. After printing a test page, I explained to the student what had happened, and how she might not want to have her Pop-Tarts directly over her printer. She laughed, thanked me, and I went on my way. When I returned to the office, I regaled the other techs with my tale.
After that call, I started taking on other printer-related calls, specifically grabbing them from the stack of call tickets. About a month later, there was another ticket about a printer that printed fine but wrinkled all the paper. Hey, I've done this kind of call before, give me that one! I went to the student's room and looked at the printer. I thought I saw something in the back of the printer at the paper output. As I went to shake the printer upside down, my eyes drifted upward and saw a box of Pop-Tarts. I turned to the girl and said "That's funny, I had a call just like this a month ago." She formed a sheepish smile and I realized "Hey -- it was you!"
(This story is from just a week ago, making it an instant classic!)
When I was very young, toddler young, my uncle and my grandfather crafted a set of wooden toy blocks for me and my sister to play with. We spent hours playing with these great toys. At our youngest, we enjoyed knocking down towers that our parents would build for us. Later I would spend hours in my room building and rebuilding towers, learning about balance and proportion. Eventually, we reached the stage of building towers taller than we were, a feat which required all of our collective kindergarten-grade skill. Mom has a Polaroid picture of us proudly standing next to a four-foot block tower in the basement.
This year Dad decided to build a wood block set for my nieces. Cassidy is almost 2 and Sadie is nearly 6 months. As Christmas got closer, he got a little behind and I was called in to help with the sanding. It was a touching experience to be on the other side of the wood block story. We spent several hours in the basement, him using the power saw and me using the power sander (and later, Mom using the shop vac to remove the layer of sawdust that covered everything. Eventually we completed the job and packaged them up for Christmas morning.
I was excited to see Cassidy open up the block set. I feared she might be too young to appreciate it that morning, but I knew she'd eventually have the same fun I did. We gave her the block set after all of the other presents were opened. She looked at the set with wide eyes, as if examining the possibilities. She joyfully grabbed a couple of pieces and shook them. Then Dad showed her what else she could do with the blocks. He built a small tower for her. You could see the idea form in her face, starting with her eyes, then her little laugh. She gleefully knocked the tower over!
And so the circle continues.
HAI CAN HAS STDIO? VISIBLE "HAI WORLD!" KTHXBYE
Last night we squared off against #1 seed FC DTWC (Football Club, Don't Think Why Can't). Given that they had not played in three weeks, due to rainout, Thanksgiving, and a bye week, I was hoping for some rust on their part. I definitely did not get my wish!
FC DTWC only scored once in the first half, despite controlling most of the tempo and winning most of the loose balls. We came out of halftime with a little more energy, culminating in a breakaway attempt by Lawrance that was impressively saved. They came right back with an impressive shot of their own, which I barely managed to kick save, also barely averting a muscle pull!
Soon things went according to seed. Late in the half we gave up two goals, for a 3-0 final margin.
All in all, it was a season of great fun. We were competitive in nearly every game and managed to give our nemesis two nailbiter games in the regular season. Let's hope we continue to improve next year!