One of the best feelings ever. Besides holding a baby.
Similar moral, even if you don't strictly need the data, always put more tables in your papers because you'll want the info years later.
If past me and future me would finally free up some time to join me for that weekend in Las Vegas we've been talking about, I might finally get to see that raunchy cirque de soleil show that nobody else will take me to.
I'm not happy with past me because he didn't try to get rid of the toenail fungus.
It's not strictly past or future me's fault; the show was sold out last time.
Frightening day is when past me is too smart for current me to understand. Good reason to leave more notes.
7: does the nail fungus wind up causing inordinate troubles?
Past me totally sucks. I'm trying to deal with a referee report on a year-old paper and I don't even know what the point of the paper was anymore. (Wait. It was "shut up the collaborator who keeps asking me to write a paper on topic X even though I think topic X doesn't make a lot of sense". Way to give in to pressure, past me.)
12: Forward the referee report to the collaborator and let them deal with it.
of course we're all future versions of each other in a sense.
11: Going to the doctor and getting medicine for a cosmetic thing seems like a waste of time, but he had whole bunches of time.
I thought SEK's take was uncharacteristically unsophisticated and basically wrong.
As seen online, at least, it's a very striking picture, and the striking nature of the picture isn't modified by the words attached to it. The people who object to the picture are objecting to something real in the work considered wholistically, and aren't merely failing to notice the words attached.
Sorry, that was meant for the RS thread.
So, so many things I'd have words with Past Me about. But I need to tread carefully as Future Me is likely to have some bones to pick, too.
I'd certainly like to know what Future Me would think of the idea of locking the cat in the basement for a day or two as a solution to the apparent problem I have down there with mice.
Here's what past me did not do: file my federal taxes last year. Apparently, I requested an extension and forgot about it. This despite my triumphant Taxes filed! A day early! In general, if you're later than me, you know you're late. posted here on 4/14/12. (Actually I have the evidence in e-mail which is producing a faint memory, later that day my electronic file was rejected--[t]his taxpayer or taxpayer's spouse has been claimed as a dependent on someone else's return.)
But when I got the nasty letter last week I assured my wife that it was a mistake on their part. Not sure how I feel about the whole thing.
Oh yes, October is coming. Thanks, JP. (I *know* I'm late.)
I will have moved five times in eight months by that date and if I can find all the relevant papers I will be greatly relieved. My ability to put related things in the same box is just increasing the grain-size of Wrong State Errors.
Six times is possible, and I would like the UC system to tell me a thing so I'll know if it's necessary. Grrrrr.
The closest I ever have is making the same joke twice, or reading something that I wrote a long time ago and mentally finishing a sentence before, say, turning the page, and discovering I wrote it the same way back then.
One time a friend came up wearing red pants and a yellow shirt, and I said "You're ketchup and mustard!" and she said "I know. That's what you said the last time I wore this." Ah.
Yeah. I extended this year as well (but remembered that...). Theoretically I'm going to do some work on them this evening.
20: I'm super squeamish about the part where I have to pick the squeaky little pests up and put them outside... I suppose I'd feel the same way about dealing with half-eaten carcasses. Maybe I should just sell the house and move.
"I know. That's what you said the last time I wore this."
"Since you learned fuck-all about fashion, I'm forced to repeat myself."
26: I once had a mouse crawl into a bucket and die. He was liquid before I found him, so I just threw away the bucket.
OT: I never thought much of Fr/an/k Br/un/i's writing about politics or food, but Fr/an/k Br/un/i's writing about Fr/an/k Br/un/i's personal living arrangements is really boring. On blogs, the run-on sentence that rushes over an embarrassingly lame thought and dead-ends in a cliched rhetorical question is all too common, but don't op-ed pages have editors to clap a stopper on that sort of thing?
Yeah, Past-Me is about the only person I loathe more than Present-Me.
I'm not sure what I think of him yet.
35: What do you expect? Past-me doesn't have the advantage of your years of experience.
Rereading my lab notebooks is sometimes like that for me. I get so excited that I recorded exactly the detail I need right now. Equally often I curse past-me for not recording some apparently trivial detail that suddenly looms important.
"I must never forget to wear pants when mixing an acid and a base."
Will future-me regret passing up the opportunity to try out the "Irish-Roman" spa in the weird little hotel I'm staying in for work this week?
Will future me care how good of job I did painting the ceiling of the guest bedroom?
I.e., You have to go so you can tell us what an Irish-Roman spa is.
Based on Google hits, it seems to be largely a German thing.
The Irish element of this facility is the "bathing" in dry, warm air, which is harmoniously supplemented by the Roman element of damp, warm air. In 11 different stages the body is gradually warmed, cooled and purified. A soap brush massage is followed by relaxation, wrapped in cosy, warm towels.
Ah yes, because Ireland is famous for its dry, warm air.
I think of dry, warm air bathing as a Finnish thing.
I can imagine that dry, warm air is a luxurious spa experience in Ireland. It is in Quilcene, half the year.
I used to work for someone who said "No memory, but great consistency" every time I told him that I had already done the thing he had asked of me (usually several months or a year before -- eg "We should really have a folder called Conferences! Can you make that folder?" and then several months later he would get back from another conference with materials and... "We should really have a folder called Conferences! Can you...").
It was actually pretty endearing, probably because he didn't actually do it that often and was fairly self-aware. And then I found five dollars now I do it myself.
44: If one's childhood is anything to go by, it's not really an Irish spa experience unless one hears oneself referred to eye-rollingly as "Himself."
No thanks, past me, for hanging on to so much crap. Lease from 2006? Sure to come in handy! Tax return from 2007? A must have!
Lease from 2006? Sure to come in handy! Tax return from 2007? A must have!
I recently found (unopened) bank statements from college.
I graduated 17 years ago.
51: Let me introduce you to my (rich) friend who has 40 years' receipts and product warranties in his attic. You should see his reaction when I leave loose change around his house.
21: 2011 taxes finally filed. Future-Me is pleased.
I should say that the oral argument in the OP went well yesterday. I didn't do anything brilliant, but the judge came in well versed on the papers and strongly inclined in our favor -- basically, the tenor of the argument was her telling plaintiff's counsel that she'd decided against them, and asking if he had anything that would change her mind. I sat there and watched her make our arguments, and sniped occasionally.
No ruling yet, but her decision seemed pretty clear.
The leases at least will be useful if you want a job that needs a security clearance. Need to know ALL yout past addresses. all your past employers' addresses, etc
My pile of unopened mail from decades ago is pretty small at this point, I think. I'd check, but I'm not sure where it is.