August 20th, 2006

running, bomb tech

Keep warm, my dear ... keep dry!

Read and finished: Death Note 3.
Failed at: hanging out with People Outside the Apartment, plasma.
Started: Death Note 4, laundry

Discovered the exact date of my "wedding" when going through old random stuff. This pretty much guarantees that the notebook in question will never be completely chucked, though I might take scans and do LJ backdated stuff. Rather crucial, some of that.

I am plotting to create a batch of Perpetual Hair Goop, which may involve assorted instances of hair gel consolidation. For the record, "Stiff It!" in the purple 4000 hold formulation smells like the days at UAF, and makes some small part of me yearn for hair short enough to be spiked again. But I do love my long hair, so that's not happening now... My current hairgel was what happened when I dumped green glitter I knew I'd never use into blue-green gel I knew I'd never use, and topped that off with glycerin when it was getting low. The results were surprisingly fun, and I use it more regularly than I would use other stuff! Now I have dumped some of the Stiff It into the mix, as well as multicolored glitter. The gel will keep evolving as I cut down on the number of random cosmetics I have lying around.

Laundry is done. Hooray laundry! I've been off and on the computer all evening because of laundry and reading and random little bits of cleaning. I'm to be waking up early-early to take the redhead into work. It works out all right for both of us when I do that, because it's not a dreadful inconvenience to me on my days off, it's far less expensive for the household (one gallon of gasoline at my car's mileage vs. a Super Shuttle ride -- not cheaper than the bus at these gas prices) and it makes everyone happy.

Allegra is acting up. Might just be that it's an old installation of '98. Mentioned the machine's history to Shawn, who I was able to totally geek out to about the topic. He's fanboy enough to Totally Get It, though he might not share my enthusiasm for the author in question.

My text message posts to LJ lately have not been working. Post by e-mail has been working, and text message to my own e-mail, so there is something b0rked somewhere, and it's possibly not on my end.

It's a nice, quiet, peaceful evening at home. Darkside will be busy tomorrow. I have that pink candle lit; I've been doing some more candles lately. Collapse ) Bond's been quiet. Peaceful. There's little actual need of it going way active, though I'm still not to be taking off my medallion.
running, bomb tech

Bad Smut Metaphors

(or: The Stuff My Brain Thinks Up When I'm Tired Enough to have No Filter Between Thinking-Part and Part-That-Isn't-Thinking)

"He was being violated like a weak trade embargo. It felt glorious."
Dark Side of the Moon, Pink Floyd

Day-bits and song lyrics

Did lunch with hcolleen after she got home. Went shopping. I need more groceries than she does because I eat in more than out. She only eats in if she has to. Groceries needed today: chicken, lunch meat, applesauce, pseudo-butter-inna-tub. Added to the list: Pepsi. For a redhead must have her caffeine in the morning.

There was a pretty calico cart-guy when we finished. Well, sort of calico, if you count hair that is mostly black, with red and gold spots here and there. Does that count as calico? In any case, pretty. That spawned off a discussion of cats and chickens. I miss Xiao Ji and my Calico/Raver-Girl.

Does anyone know of an .mp3 player that meets the following specifications?
  • Holds 2 gigs or more
  • Displays track information while the song is playing (the whole time)
  • Takes over-the-counter batteries (AA or AAA or something like that)
  • Reasonably sized
  • Reasonably priced (less than $250 to be sure; with any good luck, less than $200)
  • Can be carried around in a purse, bag, or pocket without unreasonable risk of being damaged
  • Can be carried around in a purse, bag, or pocket without being turned on by accident (hold switch doesn't cut it)
  • Actually exists

If so, my roommate would like to know about it and where to buy it.

One of my poor spr0t channel buddies is dealing with a brand-new-roommate Of Doom. Everything the poor girl does is "too loud", so since she is Very Bad About Sticking Up For Herself, she is huddled with the radio at a whisper, taking detailed and extensive notes on the Noise Nazi Roommate's screaming-angst cellphone conversation. Which is perfectly audible through the paper-thin doors. Have advised said buddy that if the Noise Nazi is going to enforce Quiet that strongly, it should be handed right back to her. And in honor of the occasion, I have written some Doggerel:

Look at the dishes stacked up in the sink
I wish I could wash them; they're starting to stink
They're all bloody hers, you think you got it rough
I can't turn on the water, and I sure can't touch her stuff.
I got the passive-aggressive roommate blues
She won't shut up so I'll take it out on you
Breathing is too loud, and I can't watch the tube
I got the passive-aggressive roommate blues.

Her buddies are calling in the dark of the night
They pound at the window and give me a fright
If my friends come over any time in the day
She starts up the yelling and sends them away.

If I'm shutting the door, she'll say it's a slam
If I'm making some toast, she's allergic to jam
If I'm drinking some water, the pressure's on me
Housing board are sadists and they won't let me leave.

I know all about her love life, I can't help but hear
The thumping and moaning comes through so clear
Air duct acoustics are really obscene
A phone post on "public" would really be mean...

Walking inside, it's no pretty sight
At least this time she's got his name right
I check my webcam and it's rolling away
They're live on the 'net -- what will the Dean say!
I got the passive-aggressive roommate blues
She didn't shut up, so I blew my fuse
Don't pick fights with the geek, 'cause you'll always lose
I got the passive-aggressive roommate blues
Oh I got the passive-aggressive roo-hoo-hooom-mate bluuuuuuues!
  • Current Music
    "Passive-Aggressive Roommate Blues" in my head