Oi Clod!!
 

Wtf is up with your sig line? please explain? (said in my best Pauline Hanson voice)

It's... a goal, for now. One which can't be accomplished while I'm on the cellar, so I'm hoping that seeing it every time I log in (and trying to be able to update it each time, but I'm being less stringent on that one because hey, let's be realistic) will help me get there. It will hopefully hit zero by, say, the end of the year. I've lost motivation before, so I don't want to jinx it, but I promise I'll talk about it if I ever get there. :)

Interesting.

What would be a desirable goal that can be measured like this, that starts at 38k and moves to zero in half a year, and can't be accomplished while on the cellar?

Debt reduction? Worthy goal, right direction, fair timeframe, but that number seems high (for my tax bracket)...

Number of laps around the block for exercise? That's 38k per 6 months, approx 7k laps per month, 1400 laps per week, 100 laps per day...seems high. Probably not laps.

Net calorie loss? 3500 calories in a pound of flab, trying to lose 11 pounds? Right scale, right direction, pretty reasonable rate. Strange unit of measure though, too precise.

* pauses head scratching *

The sig changes globally when you change it. There is no record of it in earlier posts. When it becomes 37,873 from the current 37,874, it will only look like 37,873. We'll never know what it ever was before that. The sig is a very ephemeral recording medium.

Number of paper cranes she has left to fold?

good one. Tink and I once "volunteered" to make some money for an organization to which we belonged by stuffing envelopes. What. A. Major. Pain. In. The. Ass. Never again. A quarter an envelope is not enough. A buck an envelope, maybe. It looked like easy money, but we wound up doing all the work, and no one else in the group helped. We felt like the little red hen, and then we gave away all our bread. Never again.

I've done yard sales for charities before, and it's so much work for so little money, It would be better if everyone who helped out at those things just donate $50 and keep their Saturday. The money raised would be the same.

Envelope stuffing sounds just as bad.


My number is more like 361. Ceramic tiles left to hang on the wall in the bathtub surround re-tile. Maybe this weekend. Either that or a hike.

My theory about garage sales:

Some people do it to get more money.

Some people do it to get more space.

Those two values are inversely proportional.

My dad sold advertising space when I was younger, many saturdays were spent helping him in the office stuff envelopes. Rate cards, fact sheets, etc. I think he gave me the extraordinary sum of .05 per envelope. In the mid 60's that was a lot. Anyway, I'd stuff tousands of envelopes. In the years I did that I must have moved a small warehouse of paper.

Now a days outgoing mail sits on my desk till a day or two after the last possible minute, but I did develop an unequalled tolerance for boredom, at the price of an intolerance for repetition.

countdown to the Apocalypse?

What is she counting?

it's a mystery!

Number of sittups before she gets her awesome sixpack abs back.

200 situps / day until new year's... interesting. That's a lot of damn situps. 15/hr while waking... perhaps that's the wrong grouping. 100 in the morning, 100 before bed. I'd never get out of bed. Well, not after two days anyway.

37,713 now.

She's cleaning e-mails out of her inbox

holy moly... good guess. why bother to take half a year with that though? volume fits, precision fits, direction fits, cellar fits. timeframe doesn't fit as well...

Absolutely! The last garage sale we had included a baby swing. It started the day at $5 and was reduced to $3 around lunchtime. At 3:00, when we were theoretically shutting down, a woman who was already buying some other stuff was waffling about the swing. I told her it was hers for a dollar. She seemed genuinely surprised, and asked why I'd sell it for that little. I said, look, my youngest kid is 8. I need this thing out of my basement more than I need five dollars. She still looked suspicious (but she bought it anyway).

If it helps confuse the issue further, it didn't start at ~38,000. It started at ~80,000, four years ago. :)

SD: At some point, it costs less to pay her to take it away. You would pay to have the dump accept it. $1 is a steal! For you! But that "logic" doesn't operate in a linear way--less cost==more value. I doubt the woman struggled financially over the additional dollar, but the low price probably helped reduce the value of the chair in her mind. "If it costs a lot, there's probably a reason for it. And vice versa."

Clodfobble: Yes, that adds nicely to the confusion. Yours isn't moving linearly either. I like puzzles, but I'm certain I don't have enough to solve this one without a lucky guess.

omg

Freecycle is a great way to get rid of crap fast. People are addicted to it, and they will snap stuff up just because they want to "win" it first. Although we did have a heck of a time getting rid of the "Light in the Piazza" cd.

I was sidetracked reading my wikipedia link for "Light in the Piazza" and missed UT's post.

Holy cow. I'd heard of that book a while ago, but never knew it was real. And Amazon has it!

and here I thought I was the Amazon Queen . . . I'll relinquish the title . . . long live Queen Undertoad!

But! (no pun intended.... )

There's no reason that can't be done while on the cellar, so, disqualified.

funny tho!

SCF !!! on the reviews. You have been warned.

I'm constricting right now!!!

Ah one...... and out

Ah two...... and out

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99,998

Malarkey!

It's certainly cheaper than Effexor.

I would worry, however, about getting exactly to (but not over) 100.

horse puckey!

Shenanigans!

Oh man, Freecycle has saved me hundreds of dollars in dump fees. I have gotten rid of rotted fencing, big piles of rocks, old stained carpeting, and more general construction debris than you could possibly imagine. The best part is when these people (women, 99% of the time) would tell me what they were going to build with my hazardous materials--doghouses, bookcases, a new "patio" in the back... it's sad, because I really think with some of them it borders on a mental illness, this inability to pass up a "bargain." But not sad enough to make me refuse to give it to them.

Time for an anally-themed intermission joke.

CF goes to her doc complaining of anal charley horse as a result of her new anti-depression regimen. He prescribes her 21 suppositories and (you can stop here if you know this joke) and tells her to one 3x per day for a week.

She gets home and shows Mr. CF the pills. "Jeez, CF, those are massive. Maybe if you break them up they'll be easier to swallow."
"Good Idea! I'll try it."
So a week later she is back at her doc's and he asks her if she took all the medication.
"Doc, I did, but for all the good it did me I might as well have stuck them up my ass."

We now return you to our regularly scheduled speculation and thread drift.

you'll notice she has not deigned to solve the mystery

It's like those people who tell everyone they know they're officially going to quit smoking... and then three weeks later they're back outside the building on their breaks. I appreciate generic support, but there's sadly a very real chance I'll lose my motivation again, and I don't want to be "that guy," you know? It's like fishing for compliments, but with moral support instead.

Perhaps.

But, jeeze... you're more than halfway there. Um. what?... one step at a time? one case at a time? 37,713 bottles of beer on the wall, 37,713 bottles of beeeeeer! Well. What can I do.

Here are eight and a half million for you.

Whatever it is Clod, you can do it! Go, Clodfobble!

How was that?

Sorry Clod, I didnt mean to bring it out in the open :o I thought it was something that I missed.

You can do it!! [/rob schneider]

Dollars they still owe on the mortgage?

For their car? Number of roaches left to squash?

C'mon, tell us!

You'll never do it you slacker, moral support troller.
I can see the number getting higher already.

No no, it's totally fine, I did start randomly putting vague things on the board after all. :)

college loan?
maybe its just
that ive been looking
at schools for a week now
and thats all i have on my mind
(and i must confess i don't know your age)
but for a state school, mayhaps, 80000 in debt
may sound almost right, and now, slowly, you try
to rid yourself of it all, and have already reached halfway?


nah.

Dude, if I could come up with $37,000 in six months, I wouldn't be eating mac'n'cheese for dinner all the damn time.

Don't give it up, Clod... make 'em wait. :thumb:

Is that what you tell all the women?

But who would count eternity in days?
(These old bones live to learn her wanton ways.)

He knows me so well.

Must be one heck of a jigsaw puzzle that Clod is working on!

Yeah, one that says "from 4 to 6 years":p

Whatever it is, it's something easy to count. Like computer files, and not like weeds left to pull in the front yard, otherwise it wouldn't be updated with precision so easily.

36,984

35,564

I've got $10 that says she will be finished on November 2nd, if she spends less time here.

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this mystery is killing bigV, it would seem.

oh, what is the 1-20-09 in your sig, big?

Ooh, I know that one. It's inauguration day. :)

Well, add one to my total.
I can't bear to be shown up.

I wonder if it's nappies left to change.
Perhaps she slacks off some days because she's in the Cellar and lets the boys run commando.

(Disclaimer - I am sure Clod is a marvellous mother and would never put internet entertainment before the needs of her family. Unless its the one day a year when tw is really funny)

It's funny you mention that--just yesterday we had yet another incident of Minifob shoving his hands down in his diaper and smearing poop all over his shirt, face, and hair. There were two upsides, though: none got on the carpet this time, and he came running to me very upset about the whole thing, so at least we know he was trying to get it off his hands rather than doing it for fun.

I think it is the number of dollars she is working off her phone sex bill from a few years ago.

Bingo.

lj: Not killing me, interesting me. I like puzzles. It's something that is measurable, and according to the other clues given in Clodfobble's initial explanation, something that can be known. Maybe with the information available here, maybe not. I'm just paying attention.

The most interesting parts of my professional life are like this in many respects. There is a set of circumstances, some history, and some goal. Figure it out. Why is the exchange server crashing? Why can't I see the contents of the Q: drive? Please grant D read only access to xyz directory.

Here's what I want. Here's what I've got. Close the gap. It's a stimulating mental exercise, that's all. It has not come close to the "it's killing me mystery" stage. Yet. Those exist for me, but they're uncommon. The most frequently asked and most frequently unanswered question is "Why (fill in unrepeatable computer behavior here)?" Why ask why? Because. I don't know. Do you care, now that it's up and running? These are all answers I've used to salve the itch of not knowing when I *can't* know.

She's been watching Battlestar Galactica on DVD, and that the number of humans left alive in the fleet on her latest episode viewed.

my guess, debit. I love a good guessing game.