March 21st, 2006

x-files, without you, freaky shit, Mulder

Monday

Happiness with the whole equinox thing! Yay!

I woke up around eleven-something-ish and did things online. Then I went and gave the plasma. Doing that always invigorates me, because it's doing something good and I get Random Expendable Budget that goes toward writing nights out with the girls, laundry, groceries, fuel, and generally some left over to be completely random with. Like the pastry-oid breakfast for work on Sunday. Dad got paid enough to do impulsive gestures like that on a grander scale (see: "Seismic Salad"), and while I can't do that, I can definitely show the love with bagels, doughnuts, muffins, and Danish.

(I've said it before and I'll likely say it again, but one thing Dad is really good at is figuring out what people really want, and making it happen. Not necessarily their deepest dreams, and he doesn't cheat at cross-ball, but when he can arrange something simple that would bring joy to someone's life, he does.)

I've been reading The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test while giving plasma for the last couple weeks, because that's the best chance I have to read un-interrupted. It's a fascinating book. I'm sure it was a profoundly weird era to have lived through.

Construction on the Phoenix Metro light rail is intense, especially in the three-mile zig-zag from Bethany Home and 19th Ave down to Camelback, over to Central, and down to Indian School. I love the concept, especially given that I use public transit so much, but I have mixed feelings about driving through all the construction. But it's so exciting to see it in progress!

I wound up in Target. I found a GE telephone headset for a reasonable price. I took a look at the rubber wrist strap jump drives, but I was a good girl. I eyed one of the inexpensive guitars longingly (again), but I was still -- a good girl. I was profoundly shocked and amused to see a $20 cellphone that takes prepaid cards. I guess I've been out of touch with the cellphone market, because the last time I saw disposable cellphones they were in something cyberpunk and then hot girls were walking out of convenience store fabricators. Granted, the $20 cellphone was dinky and played like a really cheap calculator on the display model.

But.
This is science fiction. It was science fiction in 2000. This is 2006. Granted, that was a near-future type story, but it was a 20-years-from-now near-future type story. That's a quarter of the time.

The new headset feels like a work headset, except the microphone seems to be nicer, and the plug doesn't quite fit into the jack just right. And the work headsets have a conventional telephone receiver plug, RJ-11, rather than the teenytiny ones that are measured by inches or centimeters or whatever.

Came home to find that I'd somehow managed to whack the espresso machine on, and it doesn't have a safety cutoff switch. Nothing was on fire, but the box of chocolate covered espresso beans that had been parked on top of it had grown slumped and internally sticky. I switched it off and hoped for the best. I fear it's ruined forever. It has a profound smell of overheated equipment about it. I'm just glad nothing caught on fire.

Then I wound up going over to visit trystan_laryssa and her new computer. Her computer is an Acer, just like Allegra. Well, a couple generations removed from Allegra. It was nice to have brand recognition. Her computer has a 10-key pad. So. Jealous.

Fruits Basket, yay.

Taking trystan_laryssa to school after we wake up -- the matriarch of the household usually does the rides, but as she's got another engagement this morning, she's out of the running, and I'm in.

So, I sleep.
  • Current Mood
    creative creative
phone, cordless phone

(no subject)

The technical ability to play at breakneck speed without slurring is impressive. I was raised around violinists.
phone, cordless phone

(no subject)

ASU West is close enough to Fry's Electronics for me to hang out here while [trystan_laryssa] is in class. They have a cafe. Yay geeks.

[Edited for capitalization and username.]
phone, cordless phone

(no subject)

Work wants us supervisors to switch over to five-day weeks. Boo. I am used to the 40-odd hour 4 day week.
phone, cordless phone

(no subject)

I found the second clone wars disc and a multi-cable. I can take that with me so I'll always have one along.
multiple user

New Peoples: Hi!

I'm seeing new names in Semagic's nifty little thing, and on Joule. My spare time is really really scattered, because I'm really really scattered and my shifts at work are often as not 10 hours or more (last week was 45 hours in 4 days) and I read the entire friendspage more or less and I have things other than work that I do... so whether I add anyone back or even wander over to a journal to see, you know, who's there ... that's anyone's guess. Right now I've mostly been reading fic, hanging out with Support, and chilling out. Oh, and some writing too.

(This is a sleep-depped post, so it's not the most with that whole "flow" and "logic" thing.)

But. Hi. Welcome to the Lunacy. I'm not all funny/insightful all the time, and I may leave comments that I meant to answer entirely unanswered for a month because it was one of those things that Required Some Thought, so I couldn't answer it immediately and then it moved off the 25 most recent view in my inbox and got overlooked. And I'm weird and I'm random and I make a billion little posts from my cellphone and then I make scrunched-line formatted posts from e-mail between other stuff I'm doing at work and I ramble on, rather.

Consider yourselves warned; consider yourselves welcome.
  • Current Music
    "Welcome to the Jungle" in my head (seriously.)
fangirl, _schools4303

(no subject)

I summarize tygerr's Theory of Midlife Crisis: "It takes a certain amount of throwing-self-at-walls before adulthood is achieved. If it doesn't happen in youth when it should have happened, it keeps trying to happen until it does."

To do: write up the most recent news post.

Fic Rec: "Black Widow" (Pansy/Tom) NC-17 I want this to be canon so badly. Not JKR's version of this, but this.

Must pick up load of (probably bad) romance novels research material from easalle, any time she's ready for that.

Management at my apartment complex has changed again. No news about what happened to the Red-Haired Maintenance Witch. I hope she's OK. I have no connection to these new people. I should probably make some, because I'm decent at connecting with people and getting to be liked, if thought of as totally wacked.

My teeth are not happy with me. The lower left side of my mouth, it hurts. I suspect this is related to the Filling that Fate Hated.
  • Current Music
    "Fett's 'Vette" (in my head); IM chimes