February 2nd, 2007

running, bomb tech

Link soup with a side of death.

http://www.chron.com/disp/story.mpl/ap/nation/4516621.html -- alas.
Baaa-aad sheep jokes this way. (Seasonal.)
Wait, so if pulling a should-have-been-harmless prank, and people panic, that's a crime now? Discussion. Terror has won. Let's stop panicking and start laughing our asses off. And good gods, spring the artist.
Courage vow.

I'm not sure how old I was when I first started to make peace with the idea that someday, somehow, somewhen, inevitably, I'd die. I think I was sixteen, because I remember I was writing it in the fabric-covered journal I'd made myself, the one with the glamour shot of me in dad's button-down shirt. Somehow, the fact ceased to terrify me. It was inevitable, so I resolved to make the most of what I had, and try to clear up any regrets I had so if I died the next day, I'd be dying with a clean conscience.

It's not that if I think it's time to die, I'll lie down and die with no fuss. No. I want to live, because I'm not done living yet, and if I think I'm about to die, I'm going to fight tooth and nail. I figure the only way I'll know that it's my time to die is when I'm actually dead and there's nothing I can do about it. But if some idiot plows through a red light when I'm crossing a street, there won't be too many things I've left hanging. If there's still enough of me left around to be pissed off, yeah, I'll be pissed off, especially if it's something senseless. But the fear doesn't consume me at night anymore.


In other law news, your employer may not be liable for damages if they fail to stop you from being an asshat online. Though they might just fire you on general principle, because it's probably against their computer user TOS.


http://www.jkrowling.com/textonly/en/news_view.cfm?id=97 They're Hallows! They're Deathly! They're coming to bookstores near many of us in July!
phone, cordless phone

holy fuck.

Vash got broken into(?) and everything in him was gone through. Nothing seems to be
missing. I know this because everything was all over everything, and the drivers
side doors were ajar. I ...

This is traumatic.

He's OK. I'm OK. I'm not OK.
phone, cordless phone

OK, OK, I take the point.

Dear Universe,

When you hear me mentally composing a general ill-tempered snarl about The State Of
Things and Things That Irritate Me, I appreciate the caring gesture of your
bitchslap, but ... was that really necessary?

(Probably.)

*sigh*,
Loony


In related news, OW CRAMPS.

(You probably don't want to hear the rant that the universe decided to warn me
against, as it was snarly, surly, required re-thinking, probably petty, and all that
sort of like fun stuff. It's something for me to mull over for a few days before I
think about posting anything like it, not just a few minutes of rambling.)
phone, cordless phone

My day, in convenient timestamped text file

10:53 AM 2/2/2007
"Tank you for your patience. ... will result in a temporal hold on your accounts."
*snerk* Spam bad.

11:10 AM 2/2/2007
E-mailed the blonder half. Am hoping for time this weekend. Goodness knows I could
use a hug.

11:22 AM 2/2/2007
They don't call it work because it's fun.

11:37 AM 2/2/2007
Very nearly done with the hard tedious part of the briefing packet for the thing.

12:12 PM 2/2/2007
At least the ibuprofen has kicked in. Ibuprofen good. This makes it possible for me
to be functional in the brain department even while all sorts of scary things are
going on in the department of the reproductive system.

4:17 PM 2/2/2007
omg tired. I have 1.25 hours left in my week unless they want me to go overtime. I'm
going to go talk to Pink Shirt guy about this topic, and see what I should do.

5:15 PM 2/2/2007
Whee, I do not actually have to stay late. I'll water my rose enough for the whole
weekend, and then after I clean up, I'm so out!!