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Hey JC, JC, will you fight for me?
Apr. 12th, 2006 10:37 pm
High today, here: 15. Dewpoint then: 12. High dewpoint: 12.
High today in TO: 17. Dewpoint then: 12. High dewpoint: 13.
Low today on the balcony: 9.7. High: 14.9. Currently: 12.3
So, Griffey's already hurt. That didn't take long. On the flip side, I picked up Ryan Miller to play against the Habs tonight, and he gave up one goal. It sure would be funny if I won both my hockey leagues and finished last in my baseball league, but that's sports for ya.
Spent a couple of hours today rounding into more coherent shape that paper that was rejected by the conference with the 65% acceptance rate, to send it off for a publishing possibility that will, most likely, fail to pan out, too. I discovered that, really, it was far more dependent on the rest of the diss than I'd thought it was, such that some parts may well have seemed like gibberish to whoever reviewed it for the conference. At first I thought there just wasn't much to be done about it, and I'd best forget it--but then I figured I might as well try to make something of it. You know, to make a good thing, whether the thing is for anything or not--I used to do things like that, write things, that weren't really for anything. (Then again, I do that just about every night, don't I.) And, as it turns out, it only took a couple of hours to make something of it--something that says more by saying less--that seems like it might as well be sent off. Could've put in those couple of hours a couple of months ago, but I just wasn't seeing it then. That's sports for ya.
High today in TO: 17. Dewpoint then: 12. High dewpoint: 13.
Low today on the balcony: 9.7. High: 14.9. Currently: 12.3
So, Griffey's already hurt. That didn't take long. On the flip side, I picked up Ryan Miller to play against the Habs tonight, and he gave up one goal. It sure would be funny if I won both my hockey leagues and finished last in my baseball league, but that's sports for ya.
Spent a couple of hours today rounding into more coherent shape that paper that was rejected by the conference with the 65% acceptance rate, to send it off for a publishing possibility that will, most likely, fail to pan out, too. I discovered that, really, it was far more dependent on the rest of the diss than I'd thought it was, such that some parts may well have seemed like gibberish to whoever reviewed it for the conference. At first I thought there just wasn't much to be done about it, and I'd best forget it--but then I figured I might as well try to make something of it. You know, to make a good thing, whether the thing is for anything or not--I used to do things like that, write things, that weren't really for anything. (Then again, I do that just about every night, don't I.) And, as it turns out, it only took a couple of hours to make something of it--something that says more by saying less--that seems like it might as well be sent off. Could've put in those couple of hours a couple of months ago, but I just wasn't seeing it then. That's sports for ya.
