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Leapin' Intercalation!!

Taken from the February 6th edition of Red Eye: some interesting numbers relating to the leap year.

365
This is the "typical" number of days in a year, the number of days it takes Earth to travel around the sun, but we all know it's a bit off..

365.25
This is closer to how long it really takes.

45 B.C.
This is the year the Julian calendar was introduced. It didn't take long for the ill effects of the uncounted quarter-days to be noticed: feasts and celebrations seemed to get later and later. So the Julian calendar added a "leap day" to the end of February every four years to even things out. That didn't work out right either. Why?

365.242216
The real number of days it takes Earth to travel once around the sun. It's a little less than exactly 365.25. So the Julian calendar was adding too much time. How much?

11m 45s
That's by how much. So over the centuries, this extra time started to add up again, and again, the calendars were off...

1582
Introduced…

the verve of some people!

If you look to the right, you'll see a new widget thingy for VerveEarth. It's a place that is attempting to organize the world's internet content by geography. I signed up, can't hurt :-) .. and am passing the info along in case other reader(s) want to sign up too.

I have a post all prepared for Leap Day... stay tuned! :-)

pussy whipped?

The cat is one spoilt pussy!

So last month, despite the pee-at-the-front-door behaviour, or perhaps because of it, Kosh and I got her two "toys:

1. those "doggy steps" you might have seen on TV: she's got a perch she needs to jump to get to, and of course jump down onto hardwood floors, so we figured with her increasing old age her joints could do with NOT hitting the floor all the time. Of course, the cast sniffs at the contraption leading to her perch, and refuses to have anything to do with it. If nothing else, we've improved her launching skills because she now seems to make a more powerful jump to her perch to avoid the steps.

2. a cat play lounger thingamajig, which is essentially a half-circle high enough for the cat to play under, and wide enough for her to lounge on, covered with three different textures so she can sharpen her non-existent claws, sleep, etc etc - an alternative, lower perch for her, you might say. Well, putting it together was simple …

The Story of Stuff

One would think that a presentation like this should be old news to everyone... and yet... I think there's a whole bunch of people who practice willful ignorance, who just don't want to know... so please don't be one of them!

Please click here and hear the message about "stuff" - be prepared, it's about 20mins long, but it's a good reminder for us who care, and perhaps a wake-up call for those who have yet to.

cheers!

... and yeah, i've been slacking again wrt blogging... blame it on boggle/scramble on facebook! :p

A ratty new year

I was born in 1972, making me not just a Rat, but a Water Rat.

Today, it's another Year of the Rat, this time, the Earth Rat.

Hopefully this signals good things coming my way this year.

To those who celebrate
KONG HEE FATT CHOY

- or, as it seems to be spelt these days -

GONG XI FA CHAI

... putting the onus on... the *answering machine*??!!

So I get back from pottery class to see the answering machine light flashing - ooh, two new messages, wonder who they might be.... turns out they were BOTH from debt collection agencies (they use a more euphemistic term, I forget what..).

On this blog, I refer to my hubby as Kosh Naranek, which is of course a pseudonym. Let's just say that in real life, "Naranek" corresponds to a relatively common family name: just look at its distribution in the graph below!

(image taken from HERE, previously featured in this post)

When we first moved to Chicago, we'd get the occasional call from a human debt collector, looking for either a wrong Kosh Naranek (not the same Social Security #, race, etc), or looking for "K. Naranek", i.e. "Ken", "Kevin", etc etc. Rather annoying, but at least with a person on the line you can just say "Look, this ain't the person you're looking for. Move along, move along."

But now, it looks like these de…

t-shirt temptations

(From an old old draft!)

Hilarious baby tees: here and here. They are original designs by T-Shirt Hell, and you can order a whole lot of similar funnies from them. One day I might actually do that. Until then, I'll just surf and laugh :-)

The geek that is me is really really wants to get an item from THIS page, except that none of the choices are appealing! I've no use for buttons, mugs, or cards, and their choice of t-shirts is totally ickky! And yet... it's the "we are grey" litany from Bab5! Waaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!! I waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaant!!!! [the cafepress "joe page" here... check out the Election 2008 page too - am I a geek to enjoy that page so much??]

Old Glory's got a huge selection of all sorts of tees - their humor and parody section contains quite a few I think would be a lark to own and wear...

And finally... the latest temptation, one which I will almost certainly give in to: STOOPID MONKEY tees!! For those not in the know, this is t…

... because I didn't grow up in it?

What better way to start the day than to walk through FIVE INCHES of pristine freshly fallen (and still falling!) snow?
> Walking through said snow to get to the snow-covered car, and clearing said car of said snow.
> At 5 am.

Kosh is always amazed that I would get up and out of the apartment to "process the car" at ungodly hours of the morning, in cold weather, for him. Apart form the whole lovey-dovey thing, another explanation is that because I didn't grow up with winter, I don't mind putting up with some of the duties/necessities that come with this season, that can get old really fast. Like having to brave the elements to clean off the car in order to have a relatively functional vehicle to do even more battle with the elements, road conditions and, of course, idiot drivers! My drive to and from the hospital went without incident, but the bottom of my jeans up to my lower shins were crusted with snow just from the walk back.

I think I'm staying indo…