It snowed about two inches Tuesday night into Wednesday. My back yard looked beautiful in the morning light (all the evergreens had a dusting of snow on their boughs), but I had to get to work, so delayed taking pictures until I got home.
Once those were taken and posted, I got to work. I use wooden "stops" to keep the couch and loveseat from hitting the wall. I've never been happy with the ones for the love seat. It rocks and if you not rocking carefully, it will bang the wall. So, I redid them, adding another 1 � inches out. Looks like it solved the problem (unless I get a rocking fool sitting there!)
Then, back to the damn magnetic catches. Got two more installed before it was time to fix dinner. I restocked the refrigerator freezer from the chest freezer in the garage with more of my frozen leftovers. So, I thawed out another container of the cheese-stuffed meatballs with tomato sauce and warmed them up. Ate them over spaghetti. Still tasted great!
In the middle of that, Jeremy called from his work to chat. Teased him just a little because, when he took a test I sent him, he showed up as a psychopath! I asked him to forget my phone number and never call here again. Just for the record, I don't "think" he's a psychopath. I always thought he was just weird.
The reason I suddenly had room in the fridge freezer was I took out all the chicken bones and carcass, etc. I've been storing up. Put them in my biggest stock pot along with rough-chopped celery, carrots, onions garlic and a big handful of fresh parsley. Dumped in about three gallons of cold water, brought it to a boil, and then turned it to just above simmer. You don't want a rolling boil, it makes the stock cloudy. So, for the next three hours, I checked it every now and then, skimming off any froth (that also makes for cloudy stock).
About 10:30 PM, I strained it (once through my steel colander to just get the big stuff, then in a finer, mesh strainer to catch anything else) and ended up with about two gallons of stock. Put it in the fridge for the night, but will have to freeze most of it tomorrow.
Patted myself on the back for a productive night and went to bed.
"Teased him just a little because, when he took a test I sent him, he showed up as a psychopath!"
ReplyDeleteLet us see, there is a terrorist, a psychopath, and, well, Jake. Yes, that cinches it. The fruit of your loin has gone rotten.
You will be happy to know that I took a LOT of grief from B___ over that test (he too, showed up as a psychopath). He said given that there were only two variables, the only logical answer was the correct one.
ReplyDeleteTherefore, while most psychopaths are very logical, in his view the test result is flawed.
That was my argument, too. One could deduce the answer logically. I always did like Uncle B___.
ReplyDeleteI did not understand the test. However, it did reminded me of an interview with Marvin Minsky[0] that I read last year.
ReplyDelete"...we worked for a couple of years on making a computer understand a simple children's story: "Mary was invited to Jack's party. She wondered if he would like a kite." If you ask the question "Why did Mary wonder about a kite?" everybody knows the answer -- it's probably a birthday party, and if she's going that means she has been invited, and everybody who is invited has to bring a present, and it has to be a present for a young boy, so it has to be something boys like, and boys like certain kinds of toys like bats and balls and kites. You have to know all of that to answer the question. We... got the program to understand some simple questions. But we tried it on another story and it didn't know what to do... you'd have to know a couple million things before you could make a machine do some common-sense thinking."
Interesting but it does not provide much insight into the current problem. Now, if the question had been about brothers...
[0]http://www.technologyreview.com/printer_friendly_article.aspx?id=17164
"Now, if the question had been about brothers..."
ReplyDeleteThen the answer would be that you kill your brother to meet the man of your dreams?
Not quite. You may want to revisit the question. It was not first person, it was third. I cannot speak for what the brother would do, nor his motivations.
ReplyDeleteI thought that was quite clear.
Oh, oh, okay. Much obliged for clearing that up. I know that I, for one, will sleep better tonight knowing that we are speaking in the third-person. But what is this about a kite? Whew, it is all so confusing.
ReplyDeleteCheers!