?

Log in

No account? Create an account

Previous Entry | Next Entry

Twist-ties aren't very good for earpieces.

11:52 PM 4/24/2010
Today: went to bed late, woke up late. Dithered about Going Out, decided that I would. [personal profile] jd said that if I was going to "I Love This Bakery", could I swing by and get him first? I said sure, but first I was going to address the problem of the stupid headset.

I have a Plantronics bluetooth headset that's about two years old now. My ears are somewhat odd-shaped, both inside and out, which means that it doesn't quite wedge right, and the over-ear bit slips off my ear frequently. Also, the over-ear bit cracked, and superglue only held it temporarily, and the thing was falling out of my ear in most bizarre and uncomfortable ways. I decided that it was time to Do Something. I poked around, and was able to pull out the pin that held the earpiece to the headset. Then I found a MOTHERFUCKING TWIST-TIE, and I stuffed that on the headset instead. Incredibly, it worked amazingly better and more comfortably than the original had ever worked. (Insert slightly tactless commentary from Drewface here.) Plan for the future: pipecleaners, as they're both more durable, more classy, and more comfortable than a twist-tie. Also, the twist-tie fell off during the course of the day. Woe!

And I cruised by the recycle place to see if they had their hours posted; they don't. Alas.

And I picked up JD, and we hit Trader Joe's, though there was a lot of traffic. I shared my Thoughts on Yaoi (lol favorite users). Then we poked into the mall, and JD picked up his Godiva of the Month. I signed up too. We wandered about a bit, and I got lost in Williams-Sonoma temporarily. I escaped with only a (relatively) inexpensive fancy knife-sharpener. (And now my primary two kitchen knives are sharp enough to peel the requisite little curls of fingernail off my nail. I don't have tomatoes to test with, though.)

We were planning to go to I Love This Bakery after dropping off the cold milk at JD's, but I looked at the clock. Woops. Ryan, who is nursing a woeful ankle, borrowed my cane, and limped out to the car. We zipped off to Pacifica. I Love This Bakery was closed. JD expressed an interest in the pier; we zipped to the pier. The pier was pier-y. We peered at it. However, the café on the pier was closed. I zipped us to the companion café with another spiffy sea view, and we had coffee and cheesecake and looked at the sea and soaked in the atmospheric music of the little local trio who were playing rather loudly at the other end of the café. It reminded me a bit of the Willow House, except that the Willow House is about as counterculture as Phoenix gets, and this is positively mainstream for San Francisco. They had a copy of Zodiac up on the shelves. The staff were eccentric. :-P A good time was had by all.

We zipped back, then I went home (hoping to Get Stuff Done). Less Stuff than I hoped got Done, but I did get knives sharpened. (Yay!)

On the way back, naturally Santana & Everlast's "Put Your Lights On" came on the radio, and I sang along. (I don't have as full a grasp of the tune as I should; I was hardly doing it justice.)

Santana "Put Your Lights On"
(feat. Everlast)


Hey now, all you sinners
Put your lights on, put your lights on
Hey now, all you lovers
Put your lights on, put your lights on

Hey now, all you killers
Put your lights on, put your lights on
Hey now, all you children
Leave your lights on, you better leave your lights on

Cause there's a monster living under my bed
Whispering in my ear
There's an angel, with a hand on my head
She says I've got nothing to fear

There's a darkness living deep in my soul
I still got a purpose to serve
So let your light shine, deep into my hole
God, don't let me lose my nerve
Lose my nerve

Hey now, hey now, hey now, hey now
Wo oh hey now, hey now, hey now, hey now

Hey now, all you sinners
Put your lights on, put your lights on
Hey now, all you children
Leave your lights on, you better leave your lights on

Because there's a monster living under my bed
Whispering in my ear
There's an angel, with a hand on my head
She says I've got nothing to fear
La illaha illa Allah
We all shine like stars
La illaha illa Allah
We all shine like stars
Then we fade away


...and I realized that oh my, is this not just a perfect song for a SPN fanvid? So I asked Dr. Google. ...Sadly, for my purposes? Guess the name of the album that this comes from. :-P

Also, the Castiel-in-my-head says that they have a lot to fear, actually. (And I wonder how it is that I got a Castiel-in-my-head.)

1:05 AM 4/25/2010
Apparently my brain needed to re-read Cas + Dean 4Ever tonight; it's been bugging me about it for a while.

10:23 AM 4/25/2010
When I am published, I suspect I, too, will get letters from teachers, librarians, and parents who are "disappointed" that I have variously queer characters. Unlike @cassieclare, I may actually cave and write "I am disappointed you are such an idiot" back to them.

10:47 PM 4/25/2010
Mpreg as a unicorn chaser. Now that's something you don't see every day.

Bomb scare at Fort Funston! Here's the part where hanging out and walking your dogs at an abandoned military facility is sometimes actually kind of dangerous!

10:06 AM 4/26/2010
Wings. http://shirozora.dreamwidth.org/100910.html#cutid2 (Cracky.<3)

1:52 PM 4/26/2010
New terminology for [personal profile] zarhooie and me:
"...with logic pants OFF" -- see, seanan_mcguire says things like "And behold! Now I wear the human pants!" and that mutated in my mind, to where "logic pants" and their state of ON or OFF made perfect sense. (When someone has their logic pants ON, they are being reasonable/rational/logical. When they are OFF... well then.)
"non-acrylic socks" -- Kat has chronic pain. Kat does not like to complain overmuch about her chronic pain. Chatter on the phone last night as I was driving home resulted in me saying (with pure lovingkindness) "No, I'd just tell you to stuff a sock in your mouth, bitch." (Howls of laughter from both ends of the phone.) "...A *wool* sock. You don't want any of that acrylic shit in your mouth. NEVER LET IT BE SAID THAT I AM NOT GOOD TO YOU. ...Or cotton. Cotton works too." Therefore, non-acrylic socks are a reference to (mostly self-induced) forcible shutting the fuck up.

2:22 PM 4/26/2010
There are communists in the funhouse, and other menstrual euphemisms.

11:02 PM 4/26/2010
Today: Did not wind up doing the group-chatter-Support-design stuff I was planning to (woops). Did talk with MissKat and Drewface. Did go out, locate an inexpensive Proper Pen, get pipecleaners, fix headset. I discovered that I did something that really fucked up my left knee. I'm not sure what. So I'll be treating it delicately for the next little bit, give it a chance to do its thing.

11:37 AM 4/27/2010
(Dreamwidth-related) http://majoline.dreamwidth.org/17366.html earwormed me with "Bad Romance". Love, love, love, I want your love...

12:09 PM 4/27/2010
The hours of my local recycling places: http://www.nexcyclecalifornia.com/
Political: rumors about Presidents and their veracity: http://mobile.salon.com/politics/feature/2010/04/23/snopes_rumors_obama_bush_open2010/index.html
I am a sadist, and shared this with IRC during a chat about crazy English spelling: http://www.docflash.com/say_this.txt (I also shared the expected James Nicoll quote).
http://community.livejournal.com/teamcockbert/9012.html whole bunch of fic recs (warning, one of them inspired me to yell a lot on Twitter about "lifestyle" as a synonym for "sexuality").
Dear internet, what year or years did people start referring to the "gay lifestyle" and "I don't approve of your lifestyle" and "tolerating his lifestyle" and the like? I do not remember it in the 1990s. IT DID NOT EXIST IN REGENCY ENGLAND.

1:52 AM 4/28/2010
Got dogsitting gig for late May, yay! (Well, dog and two invisible cats.)
Fun with Glee was had.
JD does not like peas. Hilariously, idonotlikepeas probably likes peas more than JD likes these peas. Ryan liked my peas!
I did not get much crocheting done. :(

2:14 AM 4/28/2010
DEAR FOX MULDER, YOU BRING SANITY AND REASON TO ALL THINGS. THIS IS WHY I CLING TO YOUR LEGS AND HIDE BEHIND YOUR SKIRTS AT THIS MOMENT. LOVE, AZZ

3:01 PM 4/28/2010
Trip with aunt to visit Trader Joe's, it being soggy and rainy when she checked the weather. It's now cleared up and sunny. Ah well then!

Crossposted. comment count unavailable comments.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
Powered by LiveJournal.com
Designed by yoksel