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(TL;DR: I ordered some stuff online. The seller only uses UPS. UPS says they delivered a package to our back door yesterday. There is no package there, at the front door, or at the porch door we never use. Lolmom did not find a package when she left for work, and according to UPS' delivery confirmation, it should have been there by the time she left. I was at work when the package was delivered. It wasn't something that needed to be signed for. It's possible that it was stolen, but unlikely; we don't exactly live in a high-crime neighborhood, and the contents of the package aren't something that normal people would want to steal. I think it was delivered to another address in error, which wouldn't be the first time this has happened in our neighborhood, speaking as someone who was once given a package meant for THREE STREETS OVER. I hate to drag the seller into this, because it's not their fault at all, but UPS won't advise the receiver of claim status, so I pretty much have to ask the seller to plz file a claim. GOD FUCKING DAMN IT I AM SO MAD SOME OF MY OUTFIT FOR EVILLECON WAS IN THERE I JUST WANT MY FUCKING STUFF.)

But! On the plus side, lolmom and I went to the Edgewater Grille on Sunday and I STILL have some delicious grilled veggie pizza left over. (I fell off the wagon pretty hard today, though. Nothing for it but to get back on.) Also: the MEGAHeart is coming to Evansville this Saturday and I am way more excited than I should be about walking through a GIANT INFLATABLE HEART (assuming I can get there early and walk through the heart before lunch, since I have another obligation at 11:30). It kind of reminds me of being 6 or 7 when we lived in Chicago and my father would take us to the Museum of Science and Industry all the time; there was a giant heart that you could walk through, though it wasn't inflatable. (The new Giant Heart is pretty cool, but I'm kind of saddened that the old one isn't there anymore.)

I must, alas, stop my wacky Facebook hijinks with [livejournal.com profile] pixelation and get some sleep. PERHAPS I CAN GET THE UPS ISSUES SORTED TOMORROW.

[Edit: Holy crap, my incoherent RAEG caused me to break my font tags. I win the Golden Derp Award!]
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So: I went to Bloomington today, because I had hideously overdue library books, and I haven't been in, oh, forever. I was happy while I was there. Now I have returned, and it is in the past, and I am sad. That I may self-medicate, I will now show you a bunch of pictures of my town. Well, sort of.

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Here, feel free to control my actions from afar, since [livejournal.com profile] pixelation once stated a desire to vote on more aspects of my existence.

[Poll #1606614]

In ttly unrelated news, I was reading old e-mail from H last night, and I could smile. I think I'll always be a little sad, because of what's gone, but mostly I could remember it for what it was and smile.
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Here are some other things that happened while I had no Int0rbuttz:

All beings shall know the bounty of my produce, and also some stuff about samurai! )
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The weirdest thing happened today, y'all.

So remember where I couldn't get stuck last week? I finally went today and had the bloodwork done at the hospital in Newburgh (nearest insurance-approved lab), and inevitably had some Vein-Finding Issues, which came out all right in the end. But while I was checking in, I gave the nice middle-aged lady behind the desk my insurance card and verified my vital stats and all that, and presently she asked me, "Is there someone we can contact in case of emergency?"

Names edited to protect my innocent parent and her not-so-innocent ex-husband. )

I just watched Seven Samurai again for the umpteenth time. (Remember: You're going to die, so man up, go in with both swords swinging, and die like a samurai.) If I grow up, I want to be Kyuzo (Miyaguchi Seiji), especially if a cute kid like Katsushiro (Kimura Isao) fanboys me all the time. Seriously, Katsushiro has got the biggest guy crush on Kyuzo. One of my favorite scenes is where he's burbling cheerfully on to Kikuchiyo (Mifune Toshiro), who's then like, "Whatevs, kid. Stfu."

Also: speshful thanks to [livejournal.com profile] forgottensanity for spam (moar kittens plz!). I must now scroll down to see H's old e-mail. (I am not going to delete it because I have deleted e-mail from former partners before and still regret it. It is part of my history, even if it's in the past, and being a historian, I like to have all my materials.)

Oh, and my paper lantern arrived today. WIN.
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We now have the honor of having home Int0rbuttz. In fact, the tech came out and got us hooked up a few days ago (there was a line problem, so they had to dispatch someone), but I was having such a great time watching all the YouTube I previously hadn't been able to view on dial-up and also downloading the hell out of Photoshop brushes and other responsible pursuits that I thoughtlessly didn't mention my return.

Also, I was trying to avoid [livejournal.com profile] pixelation. Well, not really, but my contractual obligations require me to pick on Pixel at least once a week.

My job, I do not want to go to it. (Do I have a CHOICE? No.) Moreover, my two days off (yesterday and Tuesday) were completely ruined by goddamn allergies. I am all for plants, but I wish they could pollinate in a way that causes less nasal anguish to me personally.

I think that's all.
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Computer is still in the shop.

I can now say "[livejournal.com profile] pixelation is my homegirl friend" in Cantonese, if I could remember the word for "friend" which I just learned last night AAARGH why can't I like normal things like TV or whatever it is the puny normals like.

The lolmom called last night. She's going to be in Florida longer than expected, so I'll see her again at the end of this week. I did at least get an apology for the cake thing, so.

Callice is sick, and I don't know what's wrong with her. She is eating far less than she usually does (we call her the catpig because she typically gobbles food and then howls for more), and she's less active; she just wants to hang out in the corner of the living room all the time, rousing herself only to sit on my lap or, occasionally, get up on the end table that faces the window. If nothing else, I know that when animals change their eating and toileting habits for no apparent reason, there's something wrong; she's not an old cat, and she's an only pet who only lives indoors, so I wonder what it could be. She doesn't seem to be in pain from pets or handling. I finally moved her food and water into the living room so that she doesn't have to exert herself to reach them, in the hopes that I can get some nutrition into her system that way. I'm sure she's experiencing some cognitive dissonance, since she now gets pets and praise for behavior that formerly annoyed me, just because it shows that she's able to move. We have a vet appointment for Thursday morning.

Don't want to go to the job I now have. Am forcing myself to manage it on the grounds that it's not even a full shift, I'll be home at a reasonable hour, and I'm off tomorrow.

Still need to call insurance agent about E&O.

l33 Lives

Sep. 4th, 2009 12:40 am
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O hai thar Delilah. I'm back.

I don't know that I'm doing 100% better. The job situation still hasn't improved (though I've gotten two raises, one cost-of-living and one performance-based), and, consequently, neither has the financial situation (though I'm not doing as badly as I could be, given the circumstances). I'm still in therapy (big surprise, I obviously have some issues to work through). Mom still hasn't got a job, and that weighs on us. (She was up for a job, made it to the second-interview round, and was in the hiring company's top three candidates…and they picked someone else. Well, I wish them joy of their vastly inferior employee.)

On the other hand: I've lost some weight (part one in a bazillion-part series), am generally eating better most of the time (I really fell off the wagon this week, though), and am exercising more regularly. I'm less socially isolated than I had been. (I am so bad at meeting people in real life. SO BAD. Trufax.) I'm still getting interviews, so obviously I'm doing something right. And damn it, I miss my friends.

Events of the past two months behind the jump, if anybody cares. Shit no one cares about! )

In conclusion: back now. Hi.
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Pixel lives in your computer, from whence she emits lol rays which turn you into her mindless zombie slave (she may also hack and reconfigure your DNA at her sole discretion). Today, it is her birthday, and for that, we salute her.

Happy birthday, [livejournal.com profile] pixelation!
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LOL-MART SUCKS. Fortunately, I had the presence of mind to order a copy of my birth certificate (the original is somewhere in the house, but we can't find it; if it turns up, great, if not, I have a certified copy), so I can now visit all the temp agencies. :D Seriously, I am getting very tired of having to smile and be friendly all the goddamn time.

[livejournal.com profile] pixelation: I am ttly going to jack your pizza idea, if we can ever find scallops (decent ones are in short supply here, though unscallops are plentiful). Because pesto pizza is delicious, and I fail to see how sun-dried tomatoes and scallops could do anything but improve it.

I now have a St. Paddy's Day T-shirt which reads "Let's Get Ready To Stumble". Also, I got my schedule through 20 March and actually have St. Paddy's Day off, so have the luxury of stumbling if I want (or at least drinking one and leaving, since I'm still pretty much sober after a single beer and there's something about calling the lolmom for a ride that just puts a damper on the whole thing for me). This pleases me.

I was so hungry for fish the other night that I bought a box of fish sticks, and actually chomped on the frozen ones while I was waiting for some of them to cook. Seriously. Ew. I have lived to regret this.

X-chan got me Savage Darkness by Cassie Edwards for Christmas, as a gag gift of sorts, and it is one of the most unintentionally lolarious things I have ever read. Seriously, it is impossible to be in a bad mood while you're reading a Cassie Edwards novel, and it's not because she's so delightfully uplifting. If this stuff can get published, I think my little island faggot has a fighting chance. (OHWAIT. Fantasy writers get pigeonholed. Because fantasy isn't about using your imagination anymore, it's about trying to be Tolkien except for the bit where YOU CAN'T.)

I am busily organizing my time and my life. FOR NOW. :D Actually, I dropped by work in my pavement-pounding clothes--"o hai i look nice i can haz job???"--and Miley told me I looked hot. I didn't think there was anything really special about my outfit--basic nice grey dress slacks, also my new red sweater--but hey, it was a nice boost to the ol' self-esteem. (Speaking of clothes, I've kind of been toying with the idea of sewing--I'm not by nature a crafty person, so that in and of itself is a hoot--and when I looked at the patterns for fat chicks, I was just disgusted. I'm in my twenties, for fuck's sake, and people my age typically do not wear housecoats. Nor am I interested in old-lady pants or tunics the size of Cleveland. Madame Lee is not having this shit today, thanks all the same.)

I have about an hour before I have to leave for work. Atypically for a Sunday, I'm only on four hours today, which means plenty of time to get shit done in the afternoon.

Also, a happy belated to [livejournal.com profile] _graywolf_.

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So: I went to Bloomington! Books were had! YAAAAAAY. (Some jerk has Giving Up the Gun in his or her carrel, meaning it will disappear into the ether and never be heard of again. Why can grad students recall books from everyone else but we're not allowed to recall them from grad students? Seriously, I've nothing against grad students other than JUST BEING JEALOUS, which I admit, but I want that book more than they do.) Some other jerk borrowed and lost Samurai. And somebody else, unbeknownst to me, decided that A Study of Samurai Income and Entrepreneurship should go to the auxiliary facility, which is not insurmountable because it can be ordered, but which still is annoying because had I KNOWN this I could order it. So no samurai for Lee this time out, sadly. (And her flist breathed a sigh of relief.)

It started to rain when I left the library (and it apparently had been raining for some time before I got there, because the grounds were a sea of mud), so I went to Turkuaz Café, which I'd been wanting to visit for some time. The ambience is ttly awesome, and perfect for a rainy Saturday when all you want is some tea and a nice hot meal. Also, I made the acquaintance of pide, which is a wonderful miracle of Turkish cuisine and, when stuffed with eggplant which has been flavored with garlic and paprika, is so delicious that it causes me to forget that I don't like eggplant. (Or maybe I do like eggplant and I just didn't realize it all this time. The mind boggles. All I know is, I've eaten a lot of stuff in the past year that I wouldn't have touched earlier.) I saved half of it and brought it home for the lolmom, who enjoyed it.

In conclusion: The weather was okay to drive in (not optimal, but I can handle regular rain; it's the freezing variety I don't enjoy), and I got to be home and get books, and it was The Best Day Ever. I hope your Saturday was, if not The Best Day Ever, a good day.

([livejournal.com profile] pixelation: As soon as the fig bars come out of the oven, I'll put them on the treatcopter and send them over to you :D)
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Mom was right. People around here like their booze way too sweet. Ugh.

I have many elderly LJ entries that I really need to get to posting, and I shall endeavor to do so in a reasoned and controlled fashion so that nobody's friends page is spammed. More than usual, I mean, because I can be one with the spam if I'm bored enough. Anyway, "highlights" (put loosely) of the weekend, more because I am amused by them than for any other reason. I've thoughtfully placed them under a lj-cut. )

Also, I got a job. It's just part-time at the House of Wal, so I figure it'll be some income and an opportunity to engage in some rabble-rousing in the best Red tradition hone my customer-service skills. Plus, they have now required the dowdiest outfit EVAR for all employees: khakis and a navy blue polo shirt. The khakis don't bug me 'cause I like them, but I have to pull a navy blue polo shirt out of my ass (I own very little in navy blue and no polo shirts whatsoever) at some point in the duration, because I can't keep wearing the lolmom's forever, especially since it has her company logo on it. A navy blue polo shirt that I will in all probability never wear again after I quit this job.

My ultimate plan is to get a full-time job in addition to the Wal-Minionage, because I need insurance, my bills aren't paying themselves, and my move to Bloomington isn't financing itself either, so once this happens, batten the hatches and prepare for a lot of me being tired and bitchy and cursing myself all the time. Oh hot damn I am going to be so fucked when Christmas rolls around D:

At least it's a job and I'm not out of work for six months like I was last time, as those of you who were around in 2005 may recall.

Also, we are experiencing some technical difficulties! )

H wrote, which I may or may not talk about, and I'm tired, so I'm going to bed. [livejournal.com profile] forgottensanity, I'll try to get to you sometime this week, but as ever I make no promises.
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I stole this meme from [livejournal.com profile] pixelation. Eventually, I plan to steal her iPhone and possibly her IMMORTAL SOUL (assuming she has one) as well, but I'm starting with memes to lull her into a false sense of security.

So, the exciting rules:
1.) Copy this list into your blog or journal, including these instructions.
2.) Bold all the items you've eaten.
3.) Cross out any items that you would never consider eating.

As you may recall, I live in southern Indiana and am, to all intents and purposes, from here. This explains some of my reactions to some of this stuff.

Mock Lee's provincialism! )
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I have many old LJ posts stored up in my hard drive, but this is all you get right now because I have stuff I need to do today.

I find it hilarious that the mailman cannot be arsed to deliver our mail before 3 in the afternoon during the week (which is an improvement, considering that it used to be 4), but is Right On The Dot of 8:30 on Saturday mornings. You know, when I'm just downing my fourth cup of coffee and starting to behave like something that read a book about being a human being once and haven't yet mailed anything that needs to be mailed.

Also, I got one of them-there Twitter devices, because [livejournal.com profile] pixelation basically talked me into it, ZOMG IT'S ALL HER FAULT. Well, I'm going to blame her because blaming Pixel for everything is FUN. Everybody blame Pixel for something today! So if I feel like saying anything profound in 140 characters or less (suspect this will be "argh how am I supposed to condense Deep Thoughts™" and "CURSE YOU PIXEL"), it will be twittered here at the end of the day.

My username, it is xifeng, in case you feel compelled to follow my brain-shriveling thoughts. You know, the same username I use for more or less everything, except for the places where it was already taken and I said bad words because clearly having the same Int0rbuttz username everywhere is SRS BSNS. (FTR, I am not the Wang Xifeng on Facebook. I think that person might be an actual Chinese as opposed to my pathetic Cao Xueqin fangirlness.)

ALSO also, in l33's infrequent commitment to public service: [livejournal.com profile] _graywolf_'s beloved pet ferret has been severely burnt, and the costs of treating him are expected to be high. You can read about the incident here, and what you can do to help (if you feel so inclined or have a couple of extra bucks that you don't know what to spend on) here.

Oh, and I've been meaning to provide free advertising for a while, but: If anybody enjoys snoods, fingerless gloves, and other fine crocheted wares, [livejournal.com profile] anjala is premier crocheter. She has won awards for her snoods. Well, okay, AN award. But it's the first in a series.
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I'm surprisingly happy about being away from the Int0rbuttz. I did, nonetheless, write some entries, which are backdated. There is nothing of interest there, but go to town. You can pretend they are plastic Easter eggs, brightly colored and chock full of delicious stupid.

First of all--did a quick and dirty catch-up. Congrats to [livejournal.com profile] angeljuggalette on the new job (driving isn't that bad--you'll probably take to it better now that you're not a stupid teenager), [livejournal.com profile] pixelation on the iPhone get, and [livejournal.com profile] queen_lily_rose on the move, I love [livejournal.com profile] duokinneas, and if there's any other important stuff I must know about now, please to be telling me and/or linking me so I can look at it and respond appropriately. Oh, and [livejournal.com profile] anjala, I was going to ring you up and see if you survived the dentist, but it occurred to me that you might not be in any condition to talk, so I didn't. But I still hope you survived the dentist.

Also, it is mandatory that you visit [livejournal.com profile] tiye and read her incisive commentary on early Egyptology in the Age Of Schliemann (in those days, children, all we had was smash-n-grab archaeology and we had to walk uphill both ways in the scorching desert in order to get to the antiquities whilst carrying heavy loads of rocks and our entire native crew on top of that, and by God we were GRATEFUL for it). The grumpy Ra at the end of her Belzoni post really makes the whole thing for me.

Right, so get to the 101 things, Lee. Warning for anyone offended by boring, self-indulgent navel-gazing: Contains a lot of that. )

I have been doinking about with some family history stuff and have noticed that apparently I have quite distant relatives (in the sense that we descend from a common ancestor in the 17th or 18th century) who are LDS (Mormons, you lot), judging by the records they've thoughtfully put on WorldConnect. There is a somewhat baffling (to me, okay) tag attached to some of them, and I know at least a couple of y'all are LDS. Would any of y'all mind explaining to me what baptism for the dead is and why it is believed to be necessary? Is it actual doctrine or is it more of a cultural phenomenon?

(I'm not taking the piss here. I really would like to know.)

Also, because I meant to bring this up before I went away and then forgot: [livejournal.com profile] pleasureblossom and [livejournal.com profile] strawberryjulia, would either of you mind if I dropped your old journals from my flist (assuming they're not being used anymore)? Nothing personal, just keeps me from getting horrendously confused. There is no obligation to drop me back if you're feeling lazy. :D

You may see me around intermittently for the next week or so since a bunch of you were born around late July/early August, but for the most part I'm planning to return to my regularly scheduled Outer Darkness.


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