In which I am an idiot

I got a few calls when I was at work tonight from neighbors who were concerned about my burglar alarm going off. I assured them I was fine, and then I told them it couldn't be my burglar alarm because it's disconnected.

Anyway, I arrived home to find the carbon monoxide detector going off and urgently flashing "GAS." (Unplugs carbon monoxide detector and slowly backs out door.) Turns out I left one of the burners on the stove on for, oh, about 11 hours. Sadly, this is not the first time I have done this. I had a similar episode at my place in Portland a few years back.

After throwing open the windows and turning on a fan full blast, I am now left with this problem: Having watched far too much TV, I am hesitant to turn on any lights, the TV, etc. (Though apparently I was OK with firing up the laptop. Eh.) Also, I am a tad reluctant to go to sleep, lest someone discover me pink and bloated a few days down the road.

Exciting way to kick off the ol' birthday, anyhow.

A Smart decision?

Some weeks back, when I was searching for a restaurant hidden away in the recesses of a suburban office park (I never did find it), I happened across the local Smart dealership.

The Smart cars were parked in a row in a lot slightly below the dealership's main lot, which held a fleet of gleaming Mercedes sedans and SUVs. I'm not sure if the juxtaposition was intentional, and if it was, were they going for: 1. Look how cute and sensible theses Smart cars look next to these luxury behemoths. 2. OK, here's your tiny cars, cityfolk, but check out how we suburbanites roll in our Mercedes.

Anyhow, if I didn't need to schlep out of D.C. and into office park hell every day for work -- and if I hadn't just gotten a new (used) car in February -- I'd probably consider a Smart car. I'm also not sure I'd take my chances on the Beltway or any other Interstate, although the car apparently did quite well in crash tests.

In Smart bandwagon news, our mayor just got one.

And even those jaded New Yorkers are impressed.

Odd definition of sports

If you run a news Web site, you have to let automation take care of some things. But it also means stuff like this happens:

Technological setbacks

For some reason, there was a lot of phone-slamming at the office today.

"Must be the end of the week," one of my co-workers commented.

And then I realized that for most people, the office is really the only place left where you can slam your phone.

I mean, most people have cordless phones at home, and no matter how hard you mash that on/off button, it's not going to beep any louder at you.

Same thing with cell phones. And even if you have the clamshell variety, they only give a moderate snap when you close them.

Phone-slamming: another victim of progress.

At 11:15 a.m. ...

I'll admit I was making fun of the local media outlets the other day for their breathless reporting on this heat wave. (Like it's never been hot and humid in D.C. before.)

But we could use a break after last week's fun storms, which featured the heaviest rain I've ever seen. And I was lucky enough to be out driving in it.

That's quite a look

So I spotted three lads at a local mall in these outfits:


I'm not sure if they lost a bet or if this is the current fashion among the college set.

Apologies for the photo quality. I was trying to be stealthy with my camera phone.

Be afraid

Robots are working out on the track and building their endurance.

Dietary restrictions

A couple of months ago, I was sitting at my desk at work, scratching my arms through the final several hours of my shift. It wasn't until I got home and changed out of my work clothes that I noticed my arms and upper body were covered in hives.

I hoped they would go away and went to bed. When I woke up the next morning, a good number of the hives on my upper body had gone away, but new ones were on my legs. As the day progressed, the hives returned to my chest. Concerned, I went to the urgent care clinic, where they determined I was most likely having an allergic reaction to something I ate. I'd never had any sort of food allergies, but I recalled the itching started a few hours after I had eaten dinner -- pad see ew with chicken and a side of fried calamari.

I was given doses of steroids, antihistamines and antacids and sent on my way. So the meds did their stuff and I later consulted with my physician, who thinks I've probably developed a shellfish allergy. I think I'll see an allergist to see if this can be confirmed, but I'm going to be really pissed if that's the case. I guess things could be worse -- I recently spoke to someone who developed a wheat allergy when she turned 30 -- but it kind of sucks that I've been able to enjoy shellfish for all these years and might be forced to give it up. (But I did just realize this might be a continuation of problems I've had since my 30th.)

And just the other day, I was joking to my sister as we prepared for a family picture that it takes me a good 30 seconds to get my body to sit down on the grass.

In the meantime, I'm wondering if it would be a good idea to have just a teensy serving of shellfish to see if I can without having another allergic reaction. Because although my last incident wasn't at all life-threatening, it was mighty uncomfortable. I still have most of the necessary medication (alas, I'm out of the 'roids), so I think I'd be OK.

But I'd really rather not die.

Ye Olde Cheeze Whizze

Spotted at one stand at a Renaissanse faire I attended (don't ask) over the weekend: nachos (in peasant and royalty varieties).

I will say the knight battles were impressive, though I was sorely disappointed we could not find the trebuchet.

It seemed like a good idea at the time

I have a 5:40 a.m. flight Tuesday to the West Coast, which will come after I work late Monday night. It's probably wisest to pack before work and just head straight to the airport after I get done, but we'll see what I wind up doing.

In any event, I'm pretty sure I'm going to regret this scheduling, just as I'll probably wish I hadn't booked a red-eye home Saturday night since I have to work Sunday, too.

The things I do to maximize vacation time ...