October 22nd, 2006

pretty, Francine

This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.

I woke up, late and well-rested. I played around online for a while, then called to find that Darkside was out running errands. I went and gave plasma, then went to IKEA.

Ikea is always fun.

I determined that a replacement futon set is cheaper than I thought it would be, and sturdier too. I decided on getting the mattress first, as that was the number one vital part from the other one that completely needed an upgrade. This old one looks to be a sturdy case of dense random fiber stuffing. It will not sit up straight in couch mode. I love it for setting on top of a beat-up mattress that has problems with pokiness -- it's dense and will mask most irregularities below it. But it is not good for masking the slats of the standard-issue frame, and is not good for standing up straight or telling the truth.

The other thing I planned to get was a potato masher. This way, the gourd-awful mess incident will be less likely to repeat itself.

I discovered something truly wonderful and scary. For $0.99, there are strings of LEDs on a battery pack. They're in so many different colors. I got two packs, one in colorless and one in blue. I have cunning plans to do strange and scary things with my hair. (Upon examination now that I have them home, they're incandescent bulbs. Small, round, incandescent bulbs, but still incandescent. Alas! But they still look wicked cool, and I can still string them in my hair.)

Handsfree cellphoning is an excellent thing. I called Darkside as I was driving home. There was puntastic cheer exchanged, and we made an appointment for Death Note tomorrow at his place. ♥ He sounded happy to hear from me. Silly boy should get more sleep, though.

I didn't go directly home. I went to Sprouts. As I was looking over random fruits, there was a disturbance near the front of the store. Some random teenage-type people had come in, picked up gallon jugs of water, and were performing "I'm a Little Teapot." A merry game of tag around some shelves followed, and then as quickly and unexpectedly as they had come in, they departed. Surreal and worthy of salute!

Upon getting home, I examined the problematical bed, upending it a bit in order to see what was up. Unfortunately, the problem was beyond my fixing, as it involved some ripped-out screws in addition to the poor glue job. An intricate dance followed, the dance of attempting to disassemble the remains of the bed while not having the mattress leaning up against the wall fall down all on top of all the proceedings, and then the dance of getting the foldy-frame (broken) away from the deck-parts (not broken, just no longer supported) without dropping anything, hurting myself, or waking the roommate. It was exciting and I cursed gravity a few times in there.

I started mapping out in my head the "rules" of this particular game. There was gravity, certain objects made noise when handled in certain ways, and noise above a certain level was unacceptable, one could only use so many different points of contact with all the objects within a certain area, and there were certain obstacles. This managed to entertain me all the way out the door with the thing, fortunately, otherwise there would have been extensive swearing, especially at the moment when I was engaged in holding the folding deck and the mattress up against the wall with my behind, shoving the frame around with hands and arms and feet, trying to use the frame (which by this point was disconnected from itself, flopping, and had jagged edges here and there) to shove my yoga-ball computer chair out of the way, and attempting to get the frame clear of the deck so I could let the deck down gently without hurting myself or making noise. Then there was the part where I was trying to get the frame through the low little hallway. That was great fun, especially with the coat tree.

I did dishes and started bread. The bread might not quite be ready in time for hcolleen to have it for breakfast, though. Alas. And I did laundry. Yay, laundry.

I have Don McLean in my head. Hooray for earworms! But "Vincent" makes me happy, so it's a good earworm to have.

I re-read The Sharing Knife: Beguilement while at the plasma place, and I have to say that it's good the second time through as well. hcolleen, you've got 1st dibs on borrowing it to read; othercat has dibs after you.

I'm all cheerful about the appointment tomorrow. It is a good thing to have a best friend.
  • Current Music
    "Vincent", in my head
teddyborg, geeky

Pop Goes the World

One of the late-developing effects from the bed-disposal hijinks showed up when I came back upstairs and once more took a seat in front of the computer on the transparent green yoga ball. There was a slight popping sound, then the hiss of escaping air, and I found my seat and self sinking. Examination proved the problem to be a deep scrape on the side of the ball, which had caused enough structural weakness that my taking a seat was too much for it, finally.

So I'll have to re-ball as well as re-bed.
  • Current Music
    "Vincent", still; the redhead typing merrily away
running, bomb tech

If it tells me one more time that a database handle is unavailable, I just might shriek.

My roommate is not coherent until after she's been out of bed for at least an hour. She can't get out of bed and still be functional until she's been awake an hour. However, she can still type. Thus, we can have some very random and hysterical conversations without actually speaking.

I need to start any loaves of fresh bread before 11 pm, so that they will be ready in her morning for breakfast! Unfortunately, the thing was grouchy and did not feel like letting her shake the hot fresh loaf of bread out of it. It really requires a lot of vigorous shaking... Alas, I was at this point too breaking-tired to get up, though I heard some shaking; I'd assumed she'd gotten it out of the pan OK, until I woke up to find out otherwise.

Now, I brush my hair and head off to see the best friend. Yay best friend.

(and I hope LJ fixes whatever b0rked it's on by the time I get back.)
trust, best friends forever, snot-nosed brats

Or maybe I won't become a gamer.

I remember the guys playing King of Fighters way back when. After his ancient DVD player refused to play the Death Note burned DVD (don't worry, hcolleen, it was because his is ancient and not because you did something wrong) he broke out "King of Fighters" and handed me the other controller. (He did ask permission first, which was wise.) We spent a gigglesome amount of time with him mostly beating the pants off me.

His father announced lunch. Yay, lunch.

Darkside came up with the cunning plan of watching the recorded Dr. Who episode. So while he was backing up through the half-watched episode, I slipped off to the restroom.

I noticed, as one casually notices these things, that Darkside had not been doing his "swish and swipe" (the Flylady-approved daily swirl of the brush around the toilet bowl and a quick wipe-down of any exposed surfaces that might gather dust/hair/random dirt) -- there was a little water-ring in the bowl somewhat above the current water lineCollapse )

Ability to take teasing as well as dish it out is required for even guest membership in the family.

Dr. Who was good. We did watch the whole episode, finally. This is the first episode of Dr. Who that I've seen. Like, ever. It was "The Girl in the Fireplace", and I'm glad to note that the BBC rates it as "Very Scary"; I certainly jumped and shrieked a few times. And, OMG, I want to do my hair like that. I think I'll see if I can come back and watch more with him.

We returned to his room for more gaming; we quit after my thumb started getting very sore. He dug through the safe parts of his anime collection and came up with Fatal Fury, and there was giggling and wry commentary and much fun. hcolleen's little random bits of language lesson are starting to settle in: Lily used the word "kimi" when inviting whoever caught the rose on a night on the town with her; I raised an eyebrow and thought about how much of a refined lady she therefore wasn't. Ahh, word choice defining the character! There was also coziness, as Darkside and I were watching together on his bed. Collapse )

We finished up the movie (it was the thing with two shorter parts, not the longer one) and I was getting ready to go. As I collected the DVD and began waving it around, he expressed pity about the not being able to watch it. "Well, did you try on the computer?" his mom asked.

We hadn't. We went for the computer room. Darkside realized that the portable player had been an option too, and ran off to collect it. His mom also mentioned the living room DVD player. And lo and behold, the disc worked on the portable player. Darkside hadn't thought of either of those. He had a more modern DVD player in his room, but it was nonfunctional due to a bad settings lockup. (When you set your DVD player to something that won't display, how do you reset it when you can't see what you're doing?) "Baka!" I said, and teased him some.

Then I went home, after collecting my hug. Mmm, hugs. He didn't appreciate the Chad Vader as much as I thought he might. Ah well. I'll find more people who appreciate that kind of crackfilm.

Tay-Tay was finally there when I called. Yay, Tay-Tay! We had a good long old gossip about stuff and things. I advised her that really, she should invite Aunt-Fayoumis to crash with her, should Aunt-Fayoumis be coming through the area; Tay-Tay and Aunt-Fayoumis have very similar dispositions and should get along just fine.

Now that I'm home, I'm realizing that I'm going to pay for the gaming. My wrists hurt in that way that they do when I've overdone something with my hands. I'll not be doing that again any time soon. Also, if one could make the appliance with a load selector, like they do for laundry, that would so totally save water.
  • Current Music
    computers humming quietly; roommate asleep
pencil

The linkage. The cleaning out the browser.

Why apologize for the truth?

Joss describes the interior of his writing-brain, and also the heads of many others.

This is your chance to look over designs for an updated update.bml (update journal page) and point out anything the LJ geeks may have forgotten/left out/made unusable, so they can fix it before the update goes live. Woops; locked to Support peoples. D'oh. I'll take an extra-hard look at it on y'all's behalf, though.

You don't have to be pretty. I like being pretty, because I've discovered that I can be very pretty. But I don't have to be. It's not an obligation.

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