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Dec. 21st, 2012 05:00 amMom only went to work for a few hours yesterday. We had some errands to run when she came home.
First, to the post office to ship out both of my remaining parcels. Spent a good few minutes discussing with the clerk whether to ship them in the packages they were in or in flat-rate boxes, the latter which would be cheaper. Decided ultimately to just send them as-is, but brought some medium- and large-size flat-rate boxes with me out to the car.
Next, to Dad's workshop, where I swept and vacuumed the floor. Also went down to the gas station, and Behiya explained that to go PowerPlay costs a dollar more than to buy a regular PowerBall ticket.
After that, went to the bank, and deposited a total of $80 in twenties, while keeping my singles and spare change. And then, to Staples and Michael's, where I looked for some dividers for Chronicles of 7th Grade and a Christmas gift for Marie. With the latter, Mom said that she could just pick some up at work.
After all that, I only have two singles left in my wallet. With only that much, I suppose it might be worth spending on a lotto ticket, but Dad did say he'd get around to paying me for my work at the shop, even though he didn't have cash on him at the moment.
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http://techgnotic.deviantart.com/journal/Mayan-Doomsday-343761937?utm_source=elnino&utm_medium=messagecenter&utm_campaign=122012_NET_MayanDoomsday&utm_term=title
Answered the five questions very shortly after it was announced on DeviantArt, and needless to say, my comment has been buried under lots of others by now. But no, while I do know that the world could come to an end due to lots of things, I don't believe in doomsday prophecies. In fact, from what I gather, the original end of the world was predicted to be in May 2003, two years before I started this blog, so the prediction for nine and a half years later seems artificial. The first predicted date would have been made in ancient times, so pushing it less than a decade further into the future seems to be the equivalent of Homer Simpson predicting the end of the world according to the Bible, gathering everyone in Springfield to some plateau in the middle of nowhere, and then re-predicting it when everyone recognizes his predictions as phony.
First, to the post office to ship out both of my remaining parcels. Spent a good few minutes discussing with the clerk whether to ship them in the packages they were in or in flat-rate boxes, the latter which would be cheaper. Decided ultimately to just send them as-is, but brought some medium- and large-size flat-rate boxes with me out to the car.
Next, to Dad's workshop, where I swept and vacuumed the floor. Also went down to the gas station, and Behiya explained that to go PowerPlay costs a dollar more than to buy a regular PowerBall ticket.
After that, went to the bank, and deposited a total of $80 in twenties, while keeping my singles and spare change. And then, to Staples and Michael's, where I looked for some dividers for Chronicles of 7th Grade and a Christmas gift for Marie. With the latter, Mom said that she could just pick some up at work.
After all that, I only have two singles left in my wallet. With only that much, I suppose it might be worth spending on a lotto ticket, but Dad did say he'd get around to paying me for my work at the shop, even though he didn't have cash on him at the moment.
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http://techgnotic.deviantart.com/journal/Mayan-Doomsday-343761937?utm_source=elnino&utm_medium=messagecenter&utm_campaign=122012_NET_MayanDoomsday&utm_term=title
Answered the five questions very shortly after it was announced on DeviantArt, and needless to say, my comment has been buried under lots of others by now. But no, while I do know that the world could come to an end due to lots of things, I don't believe in doomsday prophecies. In fact, from what I gather, the original end of the world was predicted to be in May 2003, two years before I started this blog, so the prediction for nine and a half years later seems artificial. The first predicted date would have been made in ancient times, so pushing it less than a decade further into the future seems to be the equivalent of Homer Simpson predicting the end of the world according to the Bible, gathering everyone in Springfield to some plateau in the middle of nowhere, and then re-predicting it when everyone recognizes his predictions as phony.