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It's obvious, if you know where to look... [May. 15th, 2011|06:27 pm]
Bob Kleemann
I'm getting dressed on Thursday morning and I notice that one of my three wallets is missing.  It's not the ID wallet, nor the money wallet, it's the club-card wallet, containing some coupons, club and membership cards, and a few other things.  Nothing that important or worrisome if it stays missing.  Still, it's kind of annoying to figure out what was in there and get replacements.  So I start off by looking around the house, and I can't find it.  I think maybe it fell out in the car, so I proceed to scrounge around the car as well, and I still don't find anything.  I think of the last place I knew I had it, which was at work Wednesday evening, so I go to work and retrace my steps.  I don't find it, but I ask around and eventually send an email to everyone at the office asking if they might have seen it.  Nobody mentions anything, but I consider that it might have been picked up by the nighttime cleaning crew, so I talk to one of the evening security guards and ask them to politely query the cleaning crew.  24 hours after I last knew I had the wallet, and I have had no luck in finding it since.  Hrmph...  What else can I try.

I call the restaurant we ate at the previous night, no luck.  I go to the neighborhood where we parked and ask some of the people living near where we parked, still no luck.  At this point, I'm out of ideas, and head home.

I mention my missing wallet to my wife, and proceed to look for it again in all the same places I searched that morning, plus a few others.  No luck.  At this point I figure I'll give up.  Either somebody will contact me with it (it has my business card in it), or I'll consider it a loss.

And then the wallet decides that it's tired of playing hide-and-seek, and my wife finds it laying in almost plain sight.  The black wallet was hiding among the dark-brown blanket covering the bed.  I have no idea how it got there, but I'm more than happy to not have to worry about the disappearance anymore, and I'm more than happy to thank my wife for finding it.
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Programmer gripe [May. 24th, 2010|10:17 am]
Bob Kleemann

The grave accent ` is not the opposite of the apostrophe '. It's the same way that the backslash \ is not the opposite of the pipe bar |.

Why would you want to put \quotes| around something \like this|?
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(no subject) [Aug. 14th, 2009|11:42 am]
Bob Kleemann
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Depeche Mode has been forced to cancel their appearance tonight, Friday, August 14th at Cricket Wireless Amphitheater in San Diego due to doctor's orders that lead singer Dave Gahan continue on complete vocal rest. Because of their busy schedule, a new San Diego date will not be rescheduled this year.
"We are incredibly disappointed to not be able to perform for our fans tonight in San Diego," said Dave Gahan. "We hope to be back soon to play for all our fans in the area."
Refunds will be issued at the point of purchase.
The tour will resume on Sunday with the band's sold out two night stand at the Hollywood Bowl.

Why doesn't everyone just show up at Cricket Wireless Amphitheater and start singing the songs for them?! How much fun would it be having the rest of the band backing our karaoke session?!
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Layoffs again, but I'm safe... [Jan. 29th, 2009|02:08 pm]
Bob Kleemann
[Current Location |Work]
[mood |thankfulthankful]

Work was hit with a round of layoffs today.  I was spared, so I'm thankful for that.  There were some good people hit though, so I know that the cuts were tough.
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Wet Christmas [Dec. 25th, 2008|10:15 am]
Bob Kleemann

I'm witnessing a wet Chrismas
Much unlike the ones I used to know
With the tree tops dripping
And everyone scrambling
To avoid the torrential downpour

I'm witnessing a wet Christmas
With every Christmas celebration I attend
Wishing you and yours the best
And may no more Christmases be wet
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Recipe: Berry Bircher [Jun. 18th, 2008|08:11 pm]
Bob Kleemann
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[Current Location |kitchen]

A recipe adapted from Instant Entertaining by Donna Hay:

4 to 4-1/2 cups rolled oats
3 cups apple juice (I've been using a 750 mL bottle)
1 cup chopped raw unsalted pistachios
ground cinnamon to taste (I use about a half tablespoon)
1 quart yogurt
2 10-ounce packages frozen fruit (your choice)
syrup or honey

Warm the apple juice one to two minutes in the microwave so that it's warm to the touch.  Add the rolled oats, stir to combine, and allow them to sit for a half hour.  Meanwhile, chop the pistachios, add the cinnamon to them, and stir to combine.  Remove the fruit from the freezer and allow to thaw on the counter.

After the rolled oats have absorbed the apple juice, stir in the pistachios. Into some containers (we use three Ziploc containers), layer one layer of rolled oats, some fruit, and some yogurt.  Repeat until all the containers are layered and full.  Store in the fridge until your ready to eat.

To serve, scoop the mixture into a bowl, top with some syrup or honey, mix, and enjoy.
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Serve us? Service? Are you joking? [May. 26th, 2008|10:24 pm]
Bob Kleemann
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[mood |disappointeddisappointed]

Recently a group of us gathered to eat lunch, share stories, and generally enjoy each others company. We decided to do this at a local eatery, one that we had frequented several times before, were quite happy with, and therefore recommended to the group.  The reservations were at 11:30, and I arrived ahead of the group at about 11:15-11:20.  Ahead of me were waiting a group of about 2-3 people, and I waited patiently for the wait staff to assist them.  I scanned the half filled restaurant and found what was likely our reserved table in the back.  After the staff took them to their table, I noticed that it was the table that I assumed was ours.  I then replayed in my head the parts of their conversation I overheard:  (to each other) "... that must be our reservation..."  (to the wait staff) "... party that's not 10, but 8..."  I then looked over and saw that they had perused the reservation book, saw what looked like a name they recognized (or a party large enough for their needs, I'm not sure, but I don't want to assume the worst), and told the wait staff that was their party.  I then saw the phone number attached to the reservation and recognized it as my party's phone number, so it clearly wasn't their reservation, but the wait staff didn't do the proper thing and verify the reservation first.

A few minutes later, the wait staff came over and asked me how many.  I told them we had reservations, gave them the name, and she looked a bit confused.  "Do you see your party sitting down?"  I told her no, and she seemed to get really confused and told me she'd be back in a moment.  She walked to the back, and started a conversation with her boss (?), came back, and told me it would be a few minutes.  At this point, I was willing to be flexible because the rest of the party had not arrived yet, I know that mistakes happen, and they were going to try and make it right.  The rest of the party started to arrive within a 5 - 10 minutes of the reservation though, and I shared with them my take on what had just happened.  Also within that time frame, a waiter came over, explained that our table would be setup within minutes (only hinting at the problem), and we proceeded to wait.

About 20 or 30 minutes after the reservations, they finally showed us to the table they had assembled for us.  Although they had been late with our reservations, we were seated, and we could begin to get our minds off the rocky start by reading the menu, starting idle conversation, and enjoying the meal.  The problem was, we had no menus, we had no water, we had no silverware.  The only thing we had was the crayons left at the tables for guests to doodle with.  While the children enjoyed this, the adults were only marginally entertained.  Finally, after about 10+ minutes of waiting for something to happen, I flagged down a waitress and explained that we'd like some water, menus, and perhaps even be given a chance to place orders for drinks.  The water came within a few minutes of that request, and menus a little bit later.  Nobody ever asked for a drink order.

When the waiter finally came over to take our order (we had more than ample time to decide), we were all quite happy to do so.  We ordered drinks and food at the same time.  The drinks arrived a fair bit later, and a few people noticed some black specks within their drinks.  Coffee grinds perhaps?  Maybe something else?  Nobody was sure, but it clearly shouldn't have been there, nor should it have been in so many cups.  The waiter quickly replaced those drinks with clean ones.  The food eventually came, and things seemed mostly correct (although the sun-dried tomato & artichoke pasta came without artichokes, (and doesn't normally come with artichokes) but that was corrected once we pointed it out).

That's probably the second worst let-down at a restaurant I've ever had.  How about you all?
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Disc on the beach [Apr. 14th, 2008|09:19 am]
Bob Kleemann
[mood |goodgood]

I spent this weekend playing ultimate at the One Love, One Beach tournament here in town.  That helped me realize a few things:  I love playing ultimate; spirit of the game is a good part of why I love ultimate; I think I might be a better player than I think I am; and sand gets everywhere and sticks there.

I love playing ultimate because at whatever level you play at, you can have as much fun and as much competition as you like.  Spirit of the game is important because it forces a natural balance between competition and fun.  I think I might be a better player than I imagine myself because this weekend several people gave me "awards" for my accomplishments on the field.  And finally, well, the last one explains itself.
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DST is a Deranged Switch of Time [Mar. 9th, 2008|10:24 pm]
Bob Kleemann
[mood |confusedconfused]

One of the things I always loved while growing up in Arizona was the gradual movement of sunset from early to late.  It brought a sense of continuously changing seasons, and the clock, it seemed, didn't dictate the schedule of the sun, just measured it.

It's something that still exists, but it gets hidden in a silly movement of the clocks.  While I do appreciate the results Daylight Saving Time produces, everyone agrees to give up an hour in the morning so that we may gain an hour in the evening, I find the methodology just crazy, everyone changes their clocks simultaneously at some arbitrary point in the year.  This movement screws up so many things: schedules get thrown out of whack, meetings get missed, sleeping schedules upset.  Is it really more sensible to change our measurement of time than to change our schedules?  Does it really make more sense to alter the environment, or your place in it?
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Where's my reservation?! [Feb. 14th, 2008|10:43 am]
Bob Kleemann
[mood |happyhappy]

I just had a quick comment for everyone out there:  STOP GOING OUT TO EAT ON MY BIRTHDAY!!

Anyways, enjoy the rest of the day.
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