Right, so.

[xifeng]

Things that have happened in the past week, none of them of much interest:

1.) The dryer is broken no more. Turns out it was just a belt that needed to be replaced, and if we clean the lint off the element periodically this dryer might do us another 16 years. Hurrah! Dry laundry is Good.

2.) Am thorough, utter dick when it comes to keeping track of actually important shit. So disgusted with myself right now.

3.) The MasterCard bill came. FINALLY I am under $900 on it. YAY!

4.) Went to the store (after putting it off for several aeons) on Friday night. Mom can eat microwave meals, but I can't (I prefer not to take along anything that needs to be refrigerated, since I have no access to a fridge or microwave on my various travels). Sandwich makings are still a go, however.

5.) In sympathy with aeromancy, and because we have the A/C on and I can, have been drinking green tea. Should not have purchased jumbo pack, am afraid of never getting through it now. Persevere in hopes of ultimately moving on to box given us by my grandmother.

6.) Really fell off the wagon on the exercise front, though. It is hard to take much interest in walking a mile out of doors when the heat index is 105, though dark rumors have been whispered of projected rain.

7.) Among other things, I am at present reading The Path of the Devil: Early Modern Witch Hunts by Gary Jensen. The witch craze fascinates me because one can slice it so many ways and interrogate it from several perspectives (including, of course, the wrong one!); Jensen's is a sociological analysis, which is something new since typically what I'm liable to get on the topic is straight history.

8.) X-chan called before she leaves on her exciting vacation (Latvia, also Denmark; forgottensanity, if you run into X, be nice to her OR ELSE). Also, she got the birthday present I mailed her okay. Thankfully, the bottle was unsmashed.

9.) Apparently I've been really tired lately, because I fell asleep in the La-Z-Boy last night with the cat on my lap whilst reading Lenin's Brain (a tremendously funny novel which has long been one of my favorites). It was about midnight when I realized I needed to, uh, wake up and go to bed, and I slept until about 9:30 this morning.

10.) Isn't it remarkable how I can string a pretty boring week into an entire dull, self-absorbed entry about nothing?

♥

Comments

[tara]

I hope you realise that X-Chan is probably going to Denmark solely so that she and Cat can gang up on you?

[forgottensanity.livejournal.com]

You're giving it all away!!!! I'm never going to tell you any secrets.

[tara]

At least I didn't mention what you're going to do.

[forgottensanity.livejournal.com]

That's a small consolation. Months and years of planning, and then this. I might as well not kidnap her now.

[shake-the-stars.livejournal.com]

A-HA! Hoist with your own petard, I see!

Thanks, Tara! You're a great double agent! :D

[shake-the-stars.livejournal.com]

Probably. They're like that, those Xes and Cats. Always looking for someone to pick on.

[tara]

And you are a prime target!

[shake-the-stars.livejournal.com]

It must be the bullseye I had tattooed on my back D:

[forgottensanity.livejournal.com]

I'll be nice to her. I'll be nice to her all right ...

Did that sound ominous? That was not intentional. Clearly, you are imagining things.

Apart from being kidnapped and tortured with the pointy end of cushions and sweet tea served in dainty cups looking at the scenery, what does X-chan intend to do once she gets here? Is she going to Copenhagen or Some Other City, and if so how many presents for me will she be delivering?

[shake-the-stars.livejournal.com]

You, ominous? Never.

Also, I fail to see the torture in sweet tea served in dainty cups, unless they're so dainty that you can't hold them properly without breaking them. That could be awkward after a while.

I think she's going to Copenhagen, though I'm not sure. However, I can say with authority that bad cats do not receive presents.

[forgottensanity.livejournal.com]

But even bad children get coal in their stockings. ;_; Does this mean that if I spend the next month or so staring at my mail box I will do so in vain?

[shake-the-stars.livejournal.com]

But you're not a child, you're a Cat. Besides, coal isn't much of a present since everything is electric anymore.

Alas, yes. And then the beetgoblins will find your moldering corpse staring hopefully at your mailbox. And then they'll probably have to fight their way through the robots, at great expense and cost to themselves.

Really, Cat. Think of others. ^_-

[dethorats]

Denmark?! XD The Dutch are scum, tho. (My need to make pointless Metalocalypse references will NEVER end. If I haven't sent this to you on dvd, smack me and remind me so I can foist it off on you. The lulz is great.)

I don't know if you recall an earlier post linking to a series of Yang Bang Xi opera postcards but tonight I saw an entire 2 hour long special on a recreation of several of the Madam Mao operas in China. It was...very special. This one dude made a rap video-style dance number to the key song in the Women's Revolution opera. I honestly don't think I've been so disturbingly fascinated in quite a while. It made me think of you, too, so uh, apparently weird Chinese rap dances = Hirsch. Just thought you should know.

[shake-the-stars.livejournal.com]

X-chan is also visiting Latvia.

(Actually, you totally haven't sent me Metalocalypse, and you totally need to, because your fic intrigues me. Also, a world in which everything is dildos amuses. XD)

Oh my God, I wish I'd seen it too. *dies laughing* Good to know for future reference. Incidentally, when we were on our way to Florida in May, we stopped overnight in Georgia (oddly, in the same town where my grandparents lived when I was growing up), and Mom immediately switched on the Glass Teat. We caught the ending theme to the bastardized 4Kids One Piece, where they're doing the pirate rap. Mom was like, "wtf?" and I was like, "OMG MOM IT'S PRICE'S SHOW."