December 24th, 2003

running, bomb tech

BWW Again

Yep, it's that week again, after a month's hiatus.

Thanks for not showing up for the appointment on the 17th, Bitchy Witchy Week. The meltdown following the appointment was surely influenced by that psycho bit preceeding the messy bit (which messy bit I'm having now, as of this afternoon).
running, bomb tech

$WINTERHOLIDAY Report

5:30 AM: eventually knocked it off and went to bed.
9:00 AM: woke up to alarm.
9:09 AM: woke up to snooze alarm
9:15 AM: checked on status of roommate.
10:00 AM: checked on status of roommate again.
11:00-ish AM: was instructed in not-so-arcane-after-all arts of turkey.
11:30-ish: E arrived. Lunatic still in nightgown.

Much chattering and giggling ensued. eris_raven was introduced; she hid in the closet. Lunatic eventually dressed. wibbble called to demonstrate his Evil Laugh, and I got to listen to some quality husband/wife joking over the phone. I also got to talk to wibbble, who initially might as well have been speaking a different language. I gradually came to understand a fair amount of what he was saying, though, except when he spoke too quietly for my poor damaged ear to pick up.

Clover showed up. Much merriment was had. I got another chicken calendar.

The can-opener joke was explained to me.

The Viking showed up. I remained mostly in my room.

wibbble's flatmates had to use the phone.

votania and E beadgeeked; E and I looked at my rocks. Not etchings, rocks.

5:00 PM: E had to leave, sort of. Her brother was on his way to pick her up.
5:15 PM: Brother was supposed to arrive.
5:30 PM: Brother was summoned using time-honored Eristic techniques. Hugged E goodbye. Suspect may have unsettled little brother.

The Viking had to leave, at some point. Must insist on shaking hands first, rather than allowing him to hug me.

Had supper. Good supper. Mangled the turkey. Little Fayoumis eats vegetables better with a spoon than a fork; with the fork, he has the excuse of picking them up one by one and taking forever to chew them.

People collapsed. I put away and cleaned up. We watched Shanghai Noon, which was not quite as any of us had remembered it (wasn't there supposed to be a pillowfight? And more goings-on in the town besides just a barfight?) but still good. A little too much cursing for my LF-screening tastes, but Mommy does say worse.

After the movie, Mommy and Marx went out in search of Kleenex for his poor, cold-ravaged nose. As Mommy and I have decided that 11 or midnight is a reasonable bedtime hour for LF on vacations/some weekends, I deemed it time to chill him out. He brushed his teeth, got into his pajamas, and was on the couch with me reading when they got back.

Nice day for chilling and relaxing and generally having fun.

I pity the kittens.
sad, greensad

Milka

E gave me a bar of Milka chocolate; said chocolate has been known to do bizarre things to hormones, and leave people gasping in sheer chocolatey bliss.

I must try it again sometime when my mouth hasn't been subjected to the ravaging influences of hot tea and crisps, because the overwhelming sensation, above and beyond the chocolate-ness, was that if I had more than one small square, my mouth was going to regret it in the same way that it regrets things walnut and banana.

We'll see.

For now, put hazelnut on the list of things to keep an eye out for in food. Also, whatever was in those cookies at the writer's group the other week.

*sigh* I used to be indestructable, food-wise, but for the walnuts and bananas.
  • Current Mood
    disappointed disappointed
documentation, writing, quill

Fwd: Foul Language in the Workplace

(via the divine manifestress)
"Dear Employees:
It has been brought to management's attention that some individuals throughout the company have been using foul language during the course of normal conversation with their co-workers. Due to complaints received from some employees who may be easily offended, this type of language will no longer be tolerated. We do however, realize the critical importance of being able to accurately express your feelings when communicating with co-workers.

Therefore, a list of "TRY SAYING" new phrases has been provided so that proper exchange of ideas and information can continue in an effective manner without risk of offending our more sensitive employees.


TRY SAYING:
Perhaps I can work late.
INSTEAD OF:
And when the fuck do you expect me to do this?

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Thank You, Human Resources"
high energy magic

Freewill for the Week

fwgemini:
Gemini Horoscope for week of December 25, 2003

http://www.freewillastrology.com/horoscopes/gemini.html

Gemini (May 21-June 20)
One way or another, you'll be coming home in 2004, Gemini. Maybe you'll finally locate the sanctuary that brings out the best in you -- the power spot where you feel pure and real and true. Maybe you'll create the community you've always dreamed of or else join a network that connects you to resources that have always been off-limits. Perhaps you'll go explore the land where your ancestors lived and died for many generations, or maybe you'll make a pilgrimage to a storied place that holds the key to a mystery you desperately need to clarify. And maybe you'll do all of the above.
I hope so.


fwcancer says:
Cancer Horoscope for week of December 25, 2003

http://www.freewillastrology.com/horoscopes/cancer.html

Cancer (June 21-July 22)
"The great lesson from the true mystics is that the sacred is in the ordinary, that it is to be found in one's daily life, in one's neighbors, friends, and family, in one's back yard." So said psychologist Abraham Maslow. Of course that's always true, but in 2004 it will be far more true for you than ever before. You won't have to travel to exotic paradises to drum up life-changing epiphanies, Cancerian. You won't have to hunt for miracles in all-night revels at the edge of reality. All the amazement you'll need will glide right up to you while you're washing dishes or taking a walk or buying peanut butter.
loud fayoumis

Line in the Straw

Chicken calendars? Wonderful. Mama and FatherSir gave me one, and so did Clover.

Chicken tree ornaments? ... Clover gave me one, and it will probably see action on the tree for a couple years, and then will become a [hobbit-word-for-useless-trinket] of some small legend, gracefully passed on.

Chickens on other stuff? Um, probably not.


I like chickens. They're personable birds, and they're great friends to have. I think the same of cats, and horses. Do I want cats on everything, or horses? No. It doesn't fit my decorating scheme, nor my idea of pretty. Photos of chickens, good paintings of chickens, yes, nice. Cute artist's conceptions of chickens? Um, no. I do not have, and will not have, wallpaper featuring chickens marching around the kitchen. (The kitchen is a really bad place for chickens anyway. It's unsafe for them, and unhealthy for us.) Thus, I will have no need of matching kitchen towels, or napkin rings, or the most cunning salt-and-pepper shakers, in a chicken theme, just because they're chickens. Kitchen towels are always nice, but they might as well have been some other design, or even plain.

This also goes for geese, ducks, cats, squirrels, frogs, and almost any other creature. I like them, yes. But my taste runs more toward National Geographic-quality images of them than it does to stylized drawings and stuff that is not useful.

While objects that only have decorative use are nice for some people, I really have no use for the vast majority of them. If it has to sit on a shelf somewhere, just to be looked at, it's probably not the thing for me. Back home, I have an exquisite carved wooden red squirrel. One. That's all I have, want, or need. My taste in things that are purely decorative for sitting places, that can't be used or worn or made into something, are picky enough that I doubt I can write definitive rules for it in one sitting.


At least oven mitts with chickens on them are useful, and eventually wear out.
  • Current Mood
    expository
running, bomb tech

Holiday

Still a bit ill; can't give plasma. Can't give plasma today in any case; the place is already closed.

Headed mallwards. Oy.
running, bomb tech

Maul

Went to AZ Mills Mall. It being Christmas Eve and all, it was kind of crowded, and closing early.

I hit a music store and found two of the albums I've been needing to replace. The checkout person remarked that it was good to see someone actually smiling today.

Heh.

Actually got nothing at Black Market Minerals. Am surprised.
running, bomb tech

Expiration E-Mail Flood

People have been getting flooded with e-mails saying that their (account, user pictures) will be expiring soon.

I do not know why as yet, but you are not alone.
pencil

GIP: pencil

Made myself an icon out of the LJ pencil. Figured I'd use it for some of those The System Is Down posts.
Darkside

Gary Stu == Darkside?

One of the things that E and I giggled over was how, if my life were a fandom, and the bits where I met and interacted with Darkside were fanfic, Darkside would be called as a Gary Stu in a heartbeat.

The reasons include:

  1. Smart.

  2. Handsome.

  3. Magical-Color-Changing Hair: red in some lights, blond when sun-bleached, brown when short.

  4. Loner.

  5. Mysterious Past that he rarely talks about to outsiders.

  6. Scottish, Irish, and Queen's English accents, mix-'n'-match as he desires.

  7. Categorically refuses to believe that he's attractive.

  8. Dances well, claims to not know how to dance.

  9. Past Tragic Love.

  10. Steel-blue/grey eyes that are hard and cold and remote most of the time, but soft and warm much of the time around close friends.

  11. Immediately became a close friend of Our Heroine.

  12. Rescued Our Heroine from a fate worse than or possibly equal to death.




He is so, so a Gary Stu.