May 24th, 2005

Housewife's Lament

Mondays are often quiet

I had a Figment on my floor when I woke up. I don't do mornings, but I'm going to have to wake up in a morning one of these days to have actual breakfast with him, because it's something he wants to do. That didn't happen today, though.

Figment had a very weird morning. I don't blame him for having a weird morning, based on the mental moving-of-furniture that's been going on, and we'll just have to wait to see if the vase will stay where it's put, or leap back up onto the table and un-smash itself. In the past, it was always wobbly and never stayed where he himself put it after that first catastrophic smash or two. And nothing else stayed. This time, who knows.

It was Figment's cunning plan to offer his voluntary absence unless otherwise requested from the potential Star Wars marathon on my birthday, so if Darkside doesn't feel like socializing with other people, he won't be forced to -- and if he does feel like it, Figment's still got the day off from work.

I went off to give plasma, then went directly off to wave my green refund sheet at the Fry's Electronics people, and see if I could score some Star Wars for the potential upcoming marathon. I wound up with The Phantom Menace (on sale at 1/3 off) and the animated Clone Wars episodes (not on sale, but still tasty-looking), with a bonus find of Dark Side of the Moon (the Pink Floyd album). (I'd been going to get either some Jeff Buckley or Leonard Cohen, but I couldn't remember Leonard Cohen's name, just the song I wanted, and it would be probably more efficient to get the specific song from iTunes or some such. So Lunatics in my head it was instead.)

Sunday, I discovered that Trader Joe's now has chocolate-covered pineapple sticks in addition to the orange and raspberry. Darkside should be scared; they can probably make me very hyper.

Movie of the day at the plasma place: The Hot Chick. I try to look these things up so that I'll have a record of what sort of silliness gets put into my brain, so I know where all the crud is coming from. There's a reason I avoid most TV and radio that hasn't been pre-screened. I know the classics station is generally safe for my brain, but I avoid obnoxious morning DJs like anything. I was hoping for some femslash and some dumping of the ditzy boyfriend, but alas, such was not to be. I wonder if there's any The Hot Chick femslash out there?

Assorted people have been having birthdays without it really registering in my spacey little brain, but 5/23 was ataniell93's birthday, and I just cannot let the day pass without saying Happy Birthday to the delightfully perverse, decadent, smug, and abrasive Mlle. Azalais, the person who makes it necessary for me to sign myself "Azz-the-Younger" on assorted mailing lists, as she's Az-the-Elder.
  • Current Music
    Finn Brothers - Part of Me, Part of You
Housewife's Lament

Weekend means cleaning house.

I feel very odd and askew in my time-orientation, because Monday through Wednesday is my weekend. The rest of the business world says "TGIF!" and I'm having a Tuesday. Somewhere between Friday night and Saturday morning, I generally have a real bugger of a Wednesday, and by the time Saturday morning rolls around an hour earlier than the rest of the phone goons have to deal with, I get a Thursday. And you know how hard it is to get the hang of Thursdays. Sunday is my Friday, and Monday morning was therefore meant for sleeping in, because it's sort of a Saturday, but I'm unconscious for most of it, so really, Tuesday is more of a Saturday, and then Wednesday's a Sunday, or maybe it's a Monday, because I have to get more motivated to do more things, whereas Thursdays are very simple, and not even much like Mondays, even though they are my work-week Monday. I can actually get the hang of those.

Weekends mean I get a chance to clean up. Saturday and Sunday I get home from work with plenty of life left in the day, at about the time I should ordinarily be waking up. So of course I do things like putting away dishes, shopping, taking out collected garbage, collecting the assortment of water cups that have collected around the apartment and putting them in the sink to go in the washing queue, taking things that really belong in the closet or the bathroom and putting them there, and so on and so forth.

Mondays are not good for getting anything functional done, because I tend to sleep until at least noon, and then I have to get out to go give plasma, because I have to do something constructive on my days off, and anyway, my plasma money is my expendable cash for things like fuel, laundry, and non-essential and/or I-don't-want-to-cook foodstuffs. It's a generous allowance to give myself, and I'm proud of myself for mostly being able to stay within those bounds.

Tuesdays are a little better. I don't generally have anything to do, so I can stay home and get my electronic life cleaned up and put back in order, in between straightening the apartment. The apartment's still a wreck, of course, but it keeps things from getting supercritical too fast. If I have any essential errands, they're usually for Tuesdays.

Wednesdays are dreadful from a getting-things-done perspective. I'm generally up way late the night before, so I sleep in, and then I have to zoom out after the usual morning stuff straight to the plasma place, and from there, to writing group. I haven't been doing well of late on the timing of that, and have been coming late to writing group. I haven't been writing much either; too much busy with not enough sleep. Not even much writing on paper from work.

I'll see what I can do, though. There are things in my brain that need to come out, and it's the weekend. And that means cleaning house.
  • Current Music
    Monty Python - Galaxy Song
fangirl, _schools4303

Fandom: Star Wars stuff (more)

sarahtales sums up Revenge of the Sith in the now-standard snarky script format. Wackiness ensues, including Figment nearly snorting a noseful of something at the screen. Spoilers, natch.

"Isolated" -- fernwithy, Obi-Wan post-RotS, gen, angsty.
"Five Senses" -- selenak, Darth Vader end and post-RotS, gen, angsty!

What I want to do right now is curl up into a ball next to a certain someone while they're slicing and dicing with lightsabers in some console game and just listen to the sound effects and attempt to not inhale their arm hairs, but alas, I have a lonely bed to curl up into with some rocks and a plastic lightsaber.

But now and then we wonder what it means for the sci-fi scene
That former great creative minds hide out in a machine.


Love it or hate it, Revenge of the Sith woke the fandom back up out of apathy. And I think that's a good thing.
  • Current Music
    R.E.M. - The Wake-Up Bomb
exhausted, tired, Azzsleep

Playlists

I have a weird relationship with music. Half the time, I'm ignoring it, and the other half the time, it's all over the place and I seek it out. This has to be one of the times that I'm seeking it out, because I'm making up weird playlists.

The current twin projects are the Wake Up playlist and the Sleep Now playlist. I need a playlist that can launch me out the door in the morning; I also need a playlist to chill me out if I'm too wound up when it's time to go to sleep. I have personally reviewed more songs on the Wake Up playlist for relevance, of course. I just randomly added all my Alan Parsons to the Sleep playlist, because, hey, mellow. Generally. Both of them need work, but I like having them on hand.

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  • Current Music
    The Alan Parsons Project - Days Are Numbers (The Traveller) & dishwasher running
fangirl, _schools4303

More random things about work...

There is a real-live Mary Sue at my workplace. She doesn't look like a Sue, because she's just an ordinary woman, and very quiet, but her actual name is Mary Sue.

I am far too amused by this, because while it's supposedly a reasonably common and mundane name, I'd never actually met a real Mary Sue before.
exhausted, tired, Azzsleep

Organization

Last night saw me putting little plastic bins into the kitchen utility drawers, to make some sense of all the insanity therein. And lo! There was organization. I'm happy with myself.

Today, there has been some more organization, and the stuff from the oven is now put away neatly.

I need to unload the duffel bag that currently contains far too much Mountain Dew, and put the Dew away somewhere out of general access, because the vast majority of it now is the black stuff, and I like the black stuff too much to regularly drink it; I want it saved out for a special occasion or something.

I have a shelf to assemble. I have a couple printer cables to find. I have photos from four years ago that I hope are still in a condition to be developed. I have a Cunning Plan of assembling a CD of very loud and perky music that always gets me in motion, one that tells me when it's been thirty minutes, when it's been forty-five, when it's been a whole hour, and every fifteen minutes after that for the rest of the CD. Yet, I don't want it to become old; I'm thinking that I can just put on certain songs several times, and have those indicate the time if I'm listening to it straight through, and if I scramble 'em, I don't really object to hearing some of my conditioned-workout songs (like "Fire", or soon to be, "The a la menthe") several times.

Right now I'm plotting to put things away for the rest of today until I wander off to hang with trystan_laryssa, and see if I can't find the printer's cables. If I still fail to find them, I'm going to order replacements. Cheaper than getting a new printer, though I'm vexed that I can't find them. They should have been packed. Why weren't they in a normal place? Why can't I find my tub with certain vital items of jewelry in it? It could be not unpacked yet, or it could be in the storage closet ... or it could just be missing.

*sigh*

At least the HP website gave me a better visual idea of what, exactly, I'm looking for. I had a vague impression of a power cable with an LED; this gives me full visual specs.
  • Current Music
    Oingo Boingo - Dream Somehow
Azztidy

Unpacking (still)

I just got a box of random junk, a box of other random junk, and a box of mostly binders unpacked. I'm happy with myself, but I still have not found the power module and the power cord for the goddamn printer. I have, however, found a bit of witchy bling, assorted candles (including the tiger-striped one), and my glitterati kit.

In just a bit here, I'm going to knock off and go hang out. I'll need to do laundry tonight as well, yay.
  • Current Music
    The Alan Parsons Project - Can't Take It With You