auntiemeesh | Word for the day: Torrential

I'm not too surprised by the amount of water in the bathroom. Despite the fact that the window was supposedly fixed last fall, it is raining in at a pretty nice pace. Luckily, I removed all the books and stuff from the area the last time it rained. My gym kit, which lives on the back of the toilet on off days, is completely soaked but not being made of paper, it won't suffer any permanent damage.

The water I wasn't expecting is in the living room. The blinds and the window ledge on the left side of the picture window are all wet and it's dripping in from the inside of the window frame. Very annoying.

I was out with

eve11 doing Dragon*Con planning when the storm hit, and it hit with a vengeance. Lots of brilliant bolts of lightning, constant rumbles of thunder, and insanely hard rain. We could barely see out the window of the lounge area we were in, at CMU. Driving back to my place from CMU is up hill followed by down hill, no flat. The sidewalks for most of the up part of the drive were a river that overflowed about halfway to the center of the road. The downhill part seemed to have somewhat better drainage, so there was a steady stream at the gutter of the road, but not so much on the sidewalks. At the corner turning into my little neighborhood, there is a cemetary. It's elevated maybe six to eight inches above the sidewalk level, and the water was pouring over that little ledge like a raging waterfall. It was very cool. Less cool when I got home and found my apartment flooded, but oh well. I called the landlady and she'll have someone out to look at it in a day or so.

In other news, as we were driving to CMU earlier this evening,

eve11 and I were listening to a radio broadcast of a Mark Maddon interview with Sidney Crosby. It was mostly pretty standard, easy questions. He did ask him about the furor over the handshake (Sid joined the handshake line a little late after game seven, some of the Redwings didn't stick around long enough, and then complained to the media about how they'd been snubbed by Crosby). He said he'd feel worse if he'd actually done something wrong. Maddon ended the interview by asking Sidney to please not attempt to grow a playoff beard next season, lol. Crosby took it in stride, trying to say that his beard was a little better this year than it was last year, but Maddon disabused him of that notion pretty quick. They also discussed the hair dye he used on his face during juniors to make it look like he had a playoff beard, lol.

I've included a pic to prove that yeah, Crosby may be one of the best players on the ice these days, but he's still a boy, with a creepy, slightly skeevy, boy's beard. This picture was taken when he'd been growing the beard for approximately two months, to put it into the proper perspective.

This is not to say that I agree with Maddon. I say, hey. If you make it to the playoffs and you want to follow the traditions of hockey and (attempt to) grow a playoff beard, more power to you, Sid. One of these years you'll hit puberty and that sucker will grow right in for you.

In other, other news. Today was kind of a crap day. I managed to get about half an hour of actual work done on the archives stuff. I started out distracted, got pulled into the classroom to deal with an unexpected visit by a family that is starting in a few weeks (we prefer to schedule these visits so that we at least know when they're going to happen) and then I managed maybe a half hour of work before my headache, which has been lingering on and off since Saturday morning, grew too insistent to ignore. It wasn't such a terribly painful headache, more like a vibration/buzzing inside my forehead, but it was persistent. I was starting to become really sensitive to sound - had to turn off my music and the humming of the work computer in the background was really grating on me, something I've never even really noticed before - and the misery of it all started making me a little nauseated. So I closed up shop, made sure staffing was good for the rest of the day and headed home. Halfway there, the coffee and poptarts I'd had for breakfast deserted me and I had a huge sugar crash. By the time I got home I was shaking and completely drenched with sugar crash sweat. Ugh! Nothing a four-hour nap couldn't cure, though. And then I got to spend an hour or two planning for D*C so it wasn't a total write-off of a day. Except for the part where I got home to find my apartment flooded.