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So at least I've had one good year, even if it all goes pear-shaped in 2012. (I don't know why we use "pear-shaped" to refer to things getting fucked up, anyway. I love pears.)

Notable events of 2011 )

Now, on to Xtremely Srs Bsns that should be taken Vry Srsly: [livejournal.com profile] forgottensanity, your package came today! Thank you ♥ I hope we can hang out more on e-mail and LJ and the like too. It's been a long time since we've talked properly! Also did you make the chocolates yourself?

Life proceeds apace. Lolmom took some wing chairs of my grandmother's up to my aunt Paula in Lafayette (these wing chairs had been sitting around the house for a couple of weeks). There is some familial drama but I don't want to talk about that in a public post.

Those of you who have me friended at Dreamwidth will be seeing a lot of things twice from now on, I'm afraid.

And that's all, folks!
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No photos here, because I didn't take any. Ah well.

Around the time I was born, my folks lived in the metro St. Louis area (which is how I came to be born in St. Louis), and lolmom still has a friend from those days, so we went to visit her this weekend. We had been going to go to an Irish pub near where she lives to hear live music, but we got in pretty late on Friday night and on Saturday, it snowed (...) so that was not a go. Alas.

Despite the snow, on Saturday morning we went to the Missouri History Museum, because I really, really wanted to see the Treasures of Napoléon exhibit and basically whined and cried until I was taken along on this particular trip. The website is pretty good for what it is, but really doesn't do the exhibit justice; it was gorgeous, and I was not disappointed at all. We got free tickets for the Splendid Heritage exhibit as well, but I was the only one who actually went to that; lolmom and Marla (her friend) were museum'd out by the time we were done with Napoleon. (I did pick up a biography and a coffee mug, being extraordinarily susceptible to coffee mugs with dictators on them. IS THERE A LENIN COFFEE MUG BRB LOOKING FOR ONE RYT NAU*~)

Afterwards, we went to Penzey's Spices, which is seriously just awesome; we found things we didn't know existed as well as things that we hadn't been able to find anywhere. (Mace, for instance. Nobody sells mace anymore.) I did nag lolmom into buying cardamom, though.

This morning, we went to brunch at a little mom-and-pop greasy spoon called The Happy Cow, where I had FRIED POTATOES OMG (among other things) for breakfast, and then to the World Market, whose website totally does not do it justice; they have an awesome selection of specialty foods and baking implements (we found dirt-cheap ramekins, and I picked up a six of San Pellegrino Limonata, because San Pellegrino is my favorite drink which I have to go to Bloomington for). I also found chocolate-covered marzipan bars, but I judged [livejournal.com profile] augustuscaesar and [livejournal.com profile] forgottensanity to be unworthy of them. (No, seriously, I am running low on cash and payday isn't until Friday, so I decided that lolmom's chocolate bunny was a higher priority. Next time I go back, gaiz. ♥)

And then we headed back. All in all, a pleasant diversion.

*There is a Lenin coffee mug. There are a bazillion on Zazzle, though obv I'm going to have to weed out all the anti-Communist crap. Yeah, apparently you can never take the Party out of the girl.
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1.) We're having computer trouble. The computer refused to turn back on after being unplugged on 31 December. (How ominous.) It was in the shop for a week, I picked it up on Monday, and it still refuses to turn back on despite claims that it worked just fine in the shop. Well, this is well and good but the computer does not live at the shop, it lives at our house, and I cannot get it to turn on there. We've established that this is not a powerstrip issue. I don't know if it's the cord that hooks the tower to the power source, but otherwise I don't know what the hell to do; we've called the shop several times and they're worse than useless. I then called them today on my break, meaning that I listened to the phone ring 18 times and was then on hold for ten minutes before I gave up and hung up the phone which was probably their diabolical plan. (Yes, these were the same people who fixed it in 2009. We gave them another chance. Their last.) I wound up renewing my PLAC (which I had wanted to do anyway, though not quite this soon) because having some sort of regular Internet access is important to me and we're not getting it at home obv. I don't know when I'll be BACK back, gaiz, so don't expect lengthy missives.

2.) Work proceeds apace. I can now generate invoices. Sort of.

3.) Cat is doing much better now that he's feeling better and is free of parasites (and the diarrhea that the anti-parasite medicine gave him). We finally settled on a name for him: Oliver (as in Twist). It occurred to me only belatedly that I had stolen the name of one of [livejournal.com profile] forgottensanity's kittens. Srry Cat, but it fit. He does have a good personality and likes to play with balls in the dining room, also has figured out that lolmom and I do not eat meat-flavored kibble and keeps making plays for our food.

4.) I just feel really tired and depressed a lot right now and most of my evenings are spent waiting for it to be bedtime. I'm trying to goose myself out of this but like anything else it is hard.
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Last night, X-chan drove up from Tennessee. I saw her pull into the driveway, so opened the door to let her in; she was carrying a Tupperware baking pan. The light wasn't too good, so she handed me the baking pan, and I made a joke about getting Tupperware for Christmas.

l33: It's just what I've always wanted!
X-chan: I wouldn't hold it too close to you. Also I'd wash my hands. It's got poop in it.
l33: Poop.
X-chan: Yup.
l33: You brought us poop for Christmas. This isn't your poop, is it?
X-chan: No, but I do have a surprise for you! :D
l33: Oh? Is it pee?
X-chan: No! It's out in the car. I'll go get it now. :D :D :DDDD

Presently, X-chan returned with a cat carrier. At first, I thought, "Why the hell did she bring the SpastiCat home with her?", given that X-chan is happy to leave the SpastiCat to her own devices for a few days if it's a short trip, and then, when X-chan set it on the dining room table, it became obvious that this was not the SpastiCat.

l33: Is this. Is this a KITTEN???
(For those of you who just met me earlier this year, my last cat died in '09 and I wasn't ready until a couple of months ago to think about getting another one. I figured it would be sometime in 2011, but the lolmom and I had wanted to pull up the carpet in the living room etc.)
X-chan: Yes. Don't worry, Mom knows. :D

The kitten is black and white (X-chan kept calling her "little tuxedo cat") and gives the impression of being carbonized on the top and undercooked on the bottom. We are pretty sure it's a girl, though obviously we're going to have the vet make sure. X-chan thinks the kitten is about 3-4 months old, though neither of us has had a kitten in years so we're not sure; she's friendly and sociable, not afraid of people, and basically stalked X-chan until the latter gave in. The new surroundings were very interesting to her, but she let me pet her and purrs obligingly, and we think she can be trusted not to repeat Callice's toileting offenses. She is slightly damaged; something bad has happened to her tail (it looks like it was run over or possibly like something took a big chomp out of her there), but the injury has healed (she doesn't cry or run away if her tail is touched), and it may need to be amputated, but I'll let the vet make that determination. She's also a sneezy little thing and has some discharge coming from one eye; since the injury to her tail is healed, X-chan thinks she was likely deliberately neglected or turned out of doors and that she's not someone's beloved pet who got out or ran away, and I'm inclined to agree.

Look at the KITTEN. )

Orders of business:
[livejournal.com profile] augustuscaesar, thank you for the v-gift :D

[livejournal.com profile] forgottensanity, I received your package but have not opened it yet, in a rare show of restraint (also, KITTEN). Thank you :D

Finally, I leave you with this, the second greatest Christmas story ever told. (The greatest Christmas story ever told is "Duel in the Snow, or, Red Ryder Versus the Cleveland Street Kid", by Jean Shepherd.)

Everybody have a happy Saturday, since people of all cultures and creeds can agree that tomorrow is that, and if Tara makes a smart remark about her hemisphere and time zones I shall take her away and have caponata shoveled down her throat and THAT will show her. :P
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Dear Ginger People: Plz don't sue me, I just love your mascot and I couldn't resist.

We had an unexpected visitor for Halloween! I've already told [livejournal.com profile] duokinneas about this, but we had a bat come by and hang upside-down from the eaves on the house. (Our house already looks kind of like the house from The Amityville Horror, or so I'm told by the neighbors.) The kids were so delighted by him that they almost forgot to collect treats.

I thought I was done bleeding for a while, but I'm not. My doctor and I are having words about this come my next physical. Seriously, I have no objections to bleeding as appropriate, but this is starting to veer into the realm of the absurd. (lol I can haz hysterectomy nau and not in another 20 years?) Other than this, though, I still really like Depo and will probably stay on it because I have no intentions of ever again becoming a psychotic hosebeast like I was on OrthoEvra.

However, I still really want pancakes and may get some when I get paid next. Because sometimes you just want pancakes that you don't have to make.

ALSO: I was hyperproductive on Tuesday and made pumpkin crème brûlée as a treat for the lolmom. (You may recall the ongoing thing re: pumpkin.) I then went on to make lunch (I goaded lolmom into making the porkchops, because I fear making porkchops and I don't want to cook porkchops like my grandmother), and it was nice to, you know, have an actual meal. (The brûlée was not ready to eat by the time lolmom left to vote and get to work, so was consumed later.)

Here, have some cooking photojournalism! As ever, ask and the recipe shall be yours. (Note to [livejournal.com profile] forgottensanity: I haven't forgotten about your request for coconut cream. I'll look it out this afternoon. Still no luck on finding a pumpkin pie recipe that I might want to eat; I keep meaning to dig out Grandma's, but I don't know if we have it.)

Revenge of the orange squash )

I am off today and plan to write and make lasagna for lunch and screw around and do absolutely nothing productive. :D
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So I'm doing this to show [livejournal.com profile] forgottensanity up. Well, not really, but Cat loves to bake and make desserts, so she's been talking about photoblogging the dessert progress in question, which I think is a capital idea. I'm not trying to steal her thunder, as I do more cooking than baking, but I did kind of steal the idea.

I was bored and wanted to have something nice for breakfast on Saturday, since lolmom and I were both off, so I made some stuffed French toast. (Also, I am bleeding and want carbs; I have had a recent craving for Jimmy Dean Griddle Cakes And Sausage Breakfast Sandwiches, which is horrifying because of a story I'm not going to rehash in a public post.) This isn't really a walk-through of the recipe, just me in my never-ending search for stupid things to take pictures of; if anybody wants the recipe, though, hit me up. :D

[livejournal.com profile] duokinneas may not read this because she will start gnawing on things, such as for instance me.

Follow me to delicious FRENCH TOAST )

Um, so other stuff. As previously mentioned, RP is eating my brain, srry gaiz. Also, TMI )

Speaking of my never-ending search for stupid things to take pictures of: I have no idea if any of the ladies of my flist would be interested in this, but I bought a shitton of makeup last month and was thinking about possibly pretending to be a beauty blogger and taking some shots and doing product reviews and the like. I've already got part of this written, but don't see the point in posting it if there's not much demand.

Not much else to report. Things proceed apace.
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So I'm back now. Actually, I was back yesterday when AT&T came out to fix the Internets while I was at work, but didn't feel like LJing then due to the throes of irrational paranoia et al and would likely have bitten someone's head off. (Irrational paranoia isn't ended, but has been greatly reduced; I am unlikely to bite anyone's head off unless they piss me off. Then all bets are off.)

Things that have happened (exciting and not):
+ I am attempting to fix my life. Again.
+ At some point between the last time I weighed myself (sometime in the spring) and last Sunday, I apparently dropped ten pounds. Experts speculate that I may have done nothing whatsoever to deserve this, but hey, I'm not complaining.
+ I have started to clean my room on the grounds that since I'm likely stuck in this shitpit for a while, my room might as well look like someplace where a teenaged girl with ADHD a grown-ass woman lives. I haven't been at it very long but it is already a vast improvement.
+ In the process thereof, I found that Callice apparently let herself into my bedroom on a regular basis and peed on a huge amount of things. I knew that she occasionally got in there, and that because I often didn't know she was there, I occasionally shut her in there and she occasionally peed on things as a result. Apparently, she was in there and peeing on things a lot more often than I thought. I now have huge piles of laundry that may or may not be completely ruined. My cat keeps on giving. (On the off chance you're just tuning in to the long-running, if not terribly popular, Wang Xi-feng Show, as I know a couple of you are: Callice was my last cat. She died in September.)
+ I found my Russian dictionary (the good one, not the Langenshit one) and was pleased, as I had been wondering what the Russian word for "seahorse" was. It's morskoi konyok, which unfortunately does not lend itself well to adorable nicknames for the adorable [livejournal.com profile] duokinneas, who will have to remain a plain old regular Angloglot seahorse.
+ I failed to find my elementary Russian textbooks, which I assume are somewhere in the bowels of my room. I know I did not sell them, because foreign language books are unsaleable at IU. AWESOME JOB l33.
+ Our tomatoes are turning red and yellow. (Yeah, we grow yellow tomatoes.)
+ I fucked up my federal income taxes, apparently. I received a refund check last week, and (true to form) a couple of days later a letter followed which informed me that I was too entitled to a refund because I miscalculated my tax burden. No complaints.
+ [livejournal.com profile] forgottensanity! I received your package the day before yesterday! You will be pleased to know that I have not yet opened the present. (O HAI WUT IZ TIHS THING CALLD RESTRAINT.)
+ On the off chance you wanted to talk to me on AIM, which means this next is mostly for [livejournal.com profile] galhea, work schedules and pavement-pounding unfortunately mean I am not going to be on too often in the next few days. I'll try but no promises, k?
+ So glad to be back.
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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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It has snowed, and IN-62 is poorly plowed off. I was supposed to have a job interview today, and got as far as the 'Mart (about 10 minutes from home, except longer because the road wasn't in such good condition) before I decided that it would be more prudent to turn around, go home, and reschedule. I would like snow a lot more if it stayed off the streets and just coated yards and trees. At least it's powdery snow and not icy snow (or powdery snow that subsequently had a fight with freezing rain and then lost, which is also unpleasant to deal with).

However, no snow or other inclement weather is expected on Saturday, when, pursuant to the will of the people, I intend to go and have my ears pierced a second time. Should you feel my time would be better spent in scenic New Harmony, feel free to vote. Because that's how we roll in the People's Socialist Republic of Xi-feng. :D

Also: [livejournal.com profile] forgottensanity, in the event the long-awaited samurai game opens this year (as ever, subject to whether l33 sees a shiny thing and/or must hold down a job which requires actual effort), you may wish to draw some inspiration from this fine masterwork. Remember, if it ain't rainbow wings, it just ain't love.

I've been grooving off Married to the Sea lately, ftr. Check it out sometime. Also: Superpoop.
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So Camille had threatened to drag me to the New Age shop in Evansville. The original game plan was this: Camille would go pay her car insurance. I'd meet her in the Depress-O-Mall parking lot. Then we'd go to the New Age store in downtown Evansville.

What actually happened was this: Camille went and paid her car insurance. Then she called to ask if I'd like to grab a bite to eat, and I said sure, whatever she wanted to get was fine, as there isn't much I won't at least try. We visited the Super Buffet on Burkhardt, and Cecil (Camille's fiancé) was in tow; I'd only met Cecil once or twice before, and I'm always trepidated when people bring their significant others, but he's a good guy and it was nice to get to know him a little better. (Camille said she was worried that I'd feel like a third wheel, but it wasn't like that at all.) We got to sit right under the widescreen TV and watch Star Trek: The Next Generation, had fun making up our own dialogue (since we couldn't hear the actual dialogue), and mocked the D&D nerds at the next table. Camille also had a run-in with the chocolate fountain.

We went downtown to Earth Comforts, which for a tiny little shop (that I'd probably passed a bazillion times, given that I worked downtown for yonks and continue to play downtown; it's right next to the main Rape Me Up The Ass Bank building) contains a lot of stuff. It isn't a conventional New Age shop--most of their inventory is locally made and/or handmade, so it's not the usual Llewellyn texts and whatnot. I hadn't been going to buy anything, but wound up dropping $20 on candles and incense, since 2010 seems to be the year of Having A Little Faith so far and I kind of miss my pagan roots. ALSO: they have a fuckton of tea, which you can buy by the ounce, so I bought four ounces of ambrosia tea. I am excited, and will definitely need to pay them a repeat visit.

Camille and I were turning over packets of herbs; I mentioned my childhood/preadolescent obsession with herbs, which has faded but which I think I'd like to revive, and then this segued into a discussion of Camille's encyclopedia of magical uses of herbs and how she'd left it at home.

Camille: Did you want to go to Borders? :D
l33: Well, I wasn't planning on it, but we can. (I was driving, since Camille's car has no working heat.)

Cecil had another obligation, so we parted ways at the New Age shop, but Camille and I headed over to Borders, where I proceeded to go nuts with the rest of my Christmas money (MOST OF THE STUFF I BOUGHT WAS ON THE SALE TABLE. THAT MAKES IT OKAY); I checked out with my bargain notebooks and so on, we sat down for coffee and flipped through tattoo magazines (one of Camille's obsessions), and then I got up to buy archaeology magazines and a bargain book of old maps because old maps are awesome and I totally don't feel any Terra Incognita resurrection coming on why do you ask. ([livejournal.com profile] forgottensanity: Yes, I know I owe you e-mail. I will get to that. But first I must sleep.)

Sometimes the best days don't go according to plan. I got almost nothing else on my list accomplished, but it was a good day nonetheless, and I don't feel any self-loathing about it, which is even better and less characteristic of me. Damn braces; bless relaxes.

I'm thinking about revamping my bio entry to include such hot-button issues as my atrocious taste in music and omg I love samurai and so on, but I haven't actually gotten to it yet.
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+ First, though this comes very belated, things came from [livejournal.com profile] forgottensanity, [livejournal.com profile] beldar, and [livejournal.com profile] dethorats arrived, and were opened and squeed over and greatly appreciated in general. Thanks, guys. ★
+ X-chan was home for Christmas, which was nice and drama-free; I had worried that there might be drama. But it was great to see her again, and I'm pleased by how well she's doing. (No explanation forthcoming, the end.)
+ I am feeling very self-loathing at the moment, due in part to the fact that I a.) have paid my auto insurance and am now poor, and b.) seem unable to touch anything without immediately breaking it. My trail of destruction has continued with a box of Christmas ornaments and the towel bar (again). Also, more stuff that I'm going to be cryptic about; I'm not worried so much about the stuff itself but about what I've made up about that, and I'm going to have to wait one way or the other in order to find out how accurate it is. ASDFLKAJSDLFKJASLDFJ.
+ I am trying to counter the above with hefty rounds of Int0rbuttz games, fanfiction, and "Ladies" by Sarai on constant repeat, because there's just something about it that makes me happy.
+ At least I have New Year's Day off.
+ Uh, I think that's it then.
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COMPUTER update: Still in the shop. I called on Weds. and found that they hadn't even assigned it to a tech yet. Work was scheduled to begin on Thurs. I understand that mine isn't the only computer they have to fix, and I also recognize that, since it is an older computer, it may be more difficult to find compatible parts, but nonetheless, this is ridiculous. I am not pleased.

Cat update. Under the cut for those who aren't cat people. )

Other stuff: The laundromat we used to go to is closing, as of Monday, because the cost of taxes and utilities is driving them out of business. Greeeeeeeeat. Fortunately, there's another one in town.

Still no word from my insurance agent re: E&O. I'll ring him up the end of next week if I don't hear back from him.

That's it. l33 out.
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COMPUTER update: Still not back from the shop. They're getting a civil, but pointed, telephone call if there's no word on its status by the end of today. I'm using the library's computer to obsessively play and replay Star Wars Gangsta Rap approximately 1928571957 times.

CAT update: Callice has a vet's appointment for Thurs. She seems to be improving; I brought her food into the living room, which got her to eat more, and she has moved outside of her corner today (once to try to take a dump on the living room carpet, which I yelled at her and chased her for--she may be sick, but I don't believe she's unable to control her bowels). Apparently she can still bolt for the litter box when she's pushed to it. Anyway, I'm more hopeful about her prognosis than I was Sunday, so.

+ Called my insurance agent this afternoon; he thinks he can sell me an E&O policy but isn't sure since it's not something a lot of people request. He'll let me know on the morrow.
+ When one is wearing one's hair in two ponytails, as I currently am, it is impossible to be too down. I feel like an anime character. It is awesome. :D
+ H is, as ever, my support and my unpaid therapist. ♥

To whom it may concern: You know I'll fucking win, because I'll fight to the end. You won't believe your eyes once my fortunes rise.
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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.
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Good things:
+ I have new earrings. The 'Mart clearanced a whole bunch of them. I don't get a discount on anything that's been clearanced, but they're cheap enough that it doesn't matter.
+ Lol-Mart only wasted 4½ hours of my time tonight, and I have short shifts until my next day off.
+ I started to get back on the wagon with eating properly.
+ The Shell station is hiring; it's nothing fancy or anything I really want, but it would be full-time, which I need, and it would be overnights, which I can deal with.
+ I have batteries for my CD player.
+ I find it really entertaining that, because I have Latin (the language) listed as an interest on my profile, the ads are all like, "MEET LATIN BEAUTIES FIND THE LATIN WOMAN OF YOUR DREAMS!!!!." Lololol.
+ Hey, [livejournal.com profile] jurhael, I don't know if you remember this Sue-we stumbled upon her a few years back during your HoND period-but she finally got sporked, if you haven't seen it yet.

And now, a MEME )
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So I went to Bloomington yesterday. Actually, for a change, the point of yesterday wasn't to go to Bloomington, but since Bloomington was on the way back from the classified location I visited for an undisclosed purpose, I visited anyway. Seriously, you don't think I'm going to not go home every chance I get.

([livejournal.com profile] augustuscaesar is not to spew my sekrits to the Int0rbuttz at large, or I will say stupid things that make her laugh until she dies hoard all the carob ever and leverage it to drive the price to ridiculous levels.)

Fortunately for me and my wallet, the used-scholarly-literature bookstore was closed, but Tracks, in its never-ending bid to separate me from my money, was not, so I paid them a visit. More specifically, I paid their punk section a visit, where I proceeded to obtain Give 'Em Enough Rope (to replace the CD that I broke last year when I was in Bloomington and dropped my player) and Sandinista! (to replace the CDs that disappeared into the bowels of somewhere and which I haven't seen in at least 2-3 years. In this manner, I have now ensured that the original Sandinista! will turn up somewhere).

Also, I fell off the wagon, as I've done a few times this year, and visited the Village Deli, which is nomular. I visited the Village Deli specifically for the purpose of obtaining their Wednesday special, a barbeque beef sandwich which I remembered fondly. It turned out to be okay, but not quite as good as I remembered, and I promptly regretted it, which is really the story of all my fallings off the wagon. It makes me wonder if it would even be worth it for good, fresh steak tartare.

I look smaller and older and more tired without a fuckton of makeup and my hair in some kind of order. (Actually, I should probably get Connie to thin out the bangs a bit as otherwise they can look a bit helmet-ish.) It's really kind of weird; I never noticed it before.

I think I have conjunctivitis again, somehow. This blows. It also means I need to chunk and replace an assload of eye makeup, which also blows.

The heat index in Evansville and environs was 98 yesterday. It is projected to be 100 today. As the lolmom will not turn on the A/C, she suggested that I spend the bulk of the day elsewhere if possible. Needless to say, a lot of cold food is being consumed at our house. Also, the cat is DYING of HEATSTROKE and keeps dragging her carcass to various locations, there to flop (in an OMG DYING manner) as if dead in the hopes that I will turn the sun off.
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1.) I had to go to Hendo for an interview yesterday (I think I'm out of the running for that one; sometimes you just know), and was struck by how different the place seems to Indiana, even though it's 30-40 minutes from Evansville and there's a lot of back-and-forth between the two cities (not to mention southeastern Illinois, which is also a few miles off). I can't put my finger on it; maybe it's just the weird knowledge that oh hey, I'm in the South now. (When I was growing up, my grandparents lived in Georgia, and we visited every so often; we also spent some time in Virginia and North Carolina, vacationly speaking. Because of this, I like visiting the South and I have happy memories of it, though aspects of it are seriously borked such that I'd never want to live there.) Anyway, just off 41, there's a leasing company that offers apartments at weekly rates, which started me fantasizing, even though this raises questions (blah blah blah other obligations blah blah blah finding work gabble gabble don't seriously want to live in Kentucky I mean WHAT would I tell people rhubarb rhubarb) and if I did do it, it would seriously blow my residency status all to hell when I go back to school next year, not to mention get my University library privileges revoked until I go back. This last is The Thing That Must Not Be.

2.) For no apparent reason, I am craving the Russian Revolution SO BAD. Hello there, teenaged!l33! How are you today?
2a.) Apparently, I am still emotionally a lot more sympathetic towards Communism than I thought (O RLY???) because every time I read articles critical of the ideology, I get a little huffy in my brain. (In fairness, there's also pro-Communist stuff out there which is total glurge, and I can't stand to read that shit either.)
2b.) Clearly, I will never be grown up. OH NOES.
2c.) Conventional adulthood is for simps anyway.
2d.) Maybe I should just go down to Coyoacan one of these days like I always wanted to do and get it out of my system.
2e.) …never mind. It will probably never be out of my system. COMMUNISM: It broke my heart and part of me still loves it all the same.

3.) The other night, I had a dream that I had fallen asleep on [livejournal.com profile] duokinneas, which had absolutely no basis in reality but was v. nice all the same.

4.) Decided to crash on the couch last night with the porch door open and the fan going. Callice climbed up and snuggled up on my feet (not on the blanket, which is her preferred bed) and stayed there more or less until I woke up. My back hates me now, but it was otherwise v. pleasant.

5.) Don't have to be at work until 6:30 (but once I'm there, I have to stick it out until midnight, because we are SO BUSY at midnight, you know), and if I can get through another 5-and-a-half-hour shift tomorrow, I shall have earned my day off. Really not looking forward to tonight, though. Good thing I don't have to leave for another 4 hours.

6.) Made cabbage salad for lunch and had it with a hard-boiled egg and half an avocado and a chunk of baguette. We need more eggs now, though. Also, I need to finish some of the leftovers in the fridge. Nom nom nom. :9

7.) Need to clean up the kitchen shortly. l33 out.

Also, I'm going to forget unless I do this right now, so:
The cut, she has big letters! )
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MICE update: Initially, we heard a snap and checked the traps, which contained no mice. Subsequently, the lolmom checked and found a single front paw (either the mouse left something behind or gnawed off his foot). She feels tremendously guilty. I do not. Either way, we're reasonably sure the mice are probably not going to stick around--animals aren't stupid.

Speaking of animals not being stupid, Callice knows damn well that there is no cat shit on the living room floor. Or rather, she knows damn well that there should be no cat shit on the living room floor.

GARDEN update: We have lavender. If I learn to make soap or whatever, I know what some of you are going to get for every occasion for the rest of your lives. Mom and I got the regular-sized tomatoes and the eggplant potted a couple of days ago, and we've got the beans, zucchini, and cucumbers started. I went out and potted the peppers yesterday. The herbs and flowers and the spinach still need a new home, but we'll figure that out somehow. (Or I will, since Mom's away for the weekend.)

Went out to dinner with Mom and Connie. Got my hair figured out, finally. I think I can cross "do something about the hair" off my New Year's resolution list. Turns out the bangs just needed some evening-up. Hurrah!

Randomly, I really liked my outfit yesterday.

[livejournal.com profile] imperfectkatoru, I'm weeding out all the communities I'm not into anymore, and as it happens [livejournal.com profile] male_colors never really took off. Would you be heartbroken if I bahleeted it, or do you want it up for old times' sake?

[livejournal.com profile] briarlaboheme, I've defriended your former LJ abode, just because my tiny brain gets confused too easily. Just FYI.

Also, a happy belated birthday to [livejournal.com profile] uigenna. Dude, this is the problem with having a flist of any size; I keep forgetting. I'm not sure if people take it personally or not--depends on the person, I suspect--but I'm bothered by it.
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I worked in Lawn & Garden today, manning a cash register, which is likely what I would be doing if I transferred back there permanently. At least I get to be in close proximity to the greenhouse and see the sun and feel the breeze, though. More perversely, it has bred in me a desire to farm. Seriously, the Burpee catalogue has turned into Produce Pr0n in something like the past 18 hours. If I had a few acres, I would totally be growing a riotous orgy of produce. (And probably some flowers, but the garden that we had when I was growing up in Maryland is, for me, the standard by which all gardens are to be judged, and while the climate here isn't dissimilar, our yard here is shadier and some of the flowers wouldn't tolerate it very well. Inevitably, these are the flowers I'd most want. You know, stuff like roses and poppies. At least we have irises up in the backyard now!)

The lolmom has been talking about growing an herb garden on the windowsill for some time, and she has a book called Farming in a Flowerpot which she bought around the time she and my father were married (apparently in hopes of stretching a fewbucks on the grocery bill). Naturally, these two things were immediately taken to their logical conclusion and now we're all excited about growing honest-to-God FOODS in a very small space. (OMG YOU GUYS DID YOU KNOW YOU CAN GET SMALL CITRUS TREES? THAT PRODUCE EDIBLE FRUIT?? AND DWARF NECTARINE TREES???) Mom was, surprisingly, tolerant of my whining and crying for a lemon tree, but put her foot down on the nectarine-tree request. I may have to get one anyway, sneak it in, and lovingly tend it without telling her, if this proves a cost-effective solution. Also, I have not resigned myself to not!getting an orange tree, even though I recognize that my image of orange trees is shaped by seeing some sort of Grand Marnier or orange juice ad or something when I was a kid: glossy green foliage and gigantic orange globes.

I really miss having an apple tree; we had one in Maryland, which was great from the free-produce standpoint and less so from the lawn-cleanliness standpoint (our compost heap constantly smelled like cider because we'd chuck apples that had gone rotten into it, and we had to pick up fallen apples that we couldn't get to before my folks mowed the lawn).

At least we've learnt from mistakes made early in my parents' marriage (and a few I was around to witness and remember) and aren't planting corn, watermelon, or mint.

In less squeeful news, we have an unwelcome house guest, of the rodent variety. Mom found that someone had chewed through the raisin lid and quickly used her powers of observation and deduction to conclude that we had a mouse, as there were droppings everywhere and the damn thing got into everything. Why are movie-and-children's-lit mice cute and real mice are just a pain in the ass? More to the point, why is this dumbass mouse unaware that a cat lives here? Usually they're pretty quick to figure that out. Is it some sort of robo-mouse from the future? Also, why is Callice defective in re: fulfilling her evolutionary destiny, viz., hunting/killing/eating mice? Seriously, she's current on her shots, so it's not like the mouse can do a whole lot to her. Unless it actually is a robo-mouse from the future. I know from my highly scientific experiments that she actually is afraid of those.

Not much to report, otherwise. I never thought I'd really get all that into gardening, though I suppose producing vegetables follows naturally on my interest in cooking. (Side addendum: [livejournal.com profile] samanosukesgirl thinks I should not bahleet [livejournal.com profile] deliciouspastry when I'm done migrating fic, but that it should enjoy a second act as a food journal or something. Y/N?)

Colon Blow

Jan. 27th, 2009 10:48 pm
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For the benefit of [livejournal.com profile] carlosoliveira: lolol my brain, it took a dump. I promise this post will explain the reference to huge bowel movements in my Twitter feed.

Somewhere in here, we've got some real good poop jokes for you. )


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