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1.) First and foremost, a happy belated birthday to [livejournal.com profile] tiye!

2.) It was raining on Sunday, when the buses don't run, and so I played taxi driver and ferried three people home from work. I should not get a cookie for this. I mean, hell, I had a car, it was cold and rainy, and I wouldn't want to be left stranded if someone was willing and able to drive me; it was the decent thing to do. Over the course of the drive, Other Ashley (so called to distinguish her from [livejournal.com profile] momo) asked if I wanted to come out with her and some of the others at work on Friday night. (She didn't know yet where we were going, but "out" in Evansville tends to be the bar-and-club scene, which is totally not my comfort level at all. Still, it's not like it's going to kill me to tag along for an hour or two just to be sociable.)

3.) On the premise that I've been putting my life on hold in my never-ending attempt to get back to Bloomington, I joined the Pagan study group in Evansville (sponsored by our swell pals at the UU church). It's not the barrelful of chaotic fun that was Earth Religions, but I think I'll enjoy it. Also: there is a Pagan store in Evansville! Ttly.

What other 3v0l lurks in the mind of l33? The Shadow knows! )
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Work was not worth writing about, other than to say that if you have enough money to own three different pieces of property, you should be sure you have enough money to PAY YOUR FUCKING MORTGAGE on three different pieces of property. When you don't, and I have to get full copies, meaning the complaint and judgment, which usually evens out to about 10 pages and thus $10 per file, on every single last one of your foreclosed properties, I come to the conclusion that you deserve to die. Thxsomuch for your attention to this matter.

Today, a skinny little black-and-white cat clambered about on the porch. (I learned about this the same way I learn about all potential cats: I caught Callice screaming at him/her/it.) Initially, I wasn't sure if it was a kitten or if it was just an extremely small and malnourished adult cat, and put out some food and water for it; it let me pet it, though didn't purr discernibly, and puttered into the yard to thrash around and heroically climb the bushes. It turns out that the grey cat who is Callice's archnemesis is the black-and-white kitten's mommy. She allowed it to get up on the porch and eat some of the food I put out for it; the kitten's response was, basically, "nom nom nom i has many kibbles" and the momcat's response to my being there was closer to, "Well, okay, you might be all right even if the Ferocious Parti-Coloured Beast doesn't want us here."

Callice was Not Happy about the fact that I petted the kitten and then petted her with the same hand, but she graciously condescended to receive pets anyway.

Thus, we disprove m0mmy's hypothesis that Callice mightn't be threatened by a kitten (her theory is that a kitten could show Callice how to use the litterbox, and my theory is that Callice, if left alone with a kitten, could kill and eat it and then destroy the Midwest with a flood of pee).

I may be going to Bloomington tomorrow. I may also be waiting until Monday, since that's when the books are actually due and the odds of my having work for then are pretty slim, but I'd rather do it when class isn't in session and there's a place to park.

Also, because it is Friday, here is a meme I stole from [livejournal.com profile] dethorats! This one is behind a cut, in case you don't care about my rich fantasy life, which is not of general interest. :D

Fictiony goodness ahoy! All aboard the Failboat! )

Have fun. :D
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Five more days until Chautauqua Weekend. We're going to Madison. SQUEE!

Callice had her shots on Saturday, which she bravely dealt with by heroically hunkering in the back of the Kitty Taxi, averting her eyes, and going limp. She's a much easier patient than Lotus ever was. (Lotus had to be tranquilized to even get her near the Kitty Taxi.) I was forgiven for the indignities perpetrated upon her after about forty-five minutes elapsed.

Next weekend, the hunt for the Son of Bachelor Pad begins. I hope I can find a decent place that has everything I want and won't cost too much. The realization that I'm going to have to replace most of my furniture is pretty sobering; hopefully, I'll at least have something decent for H to crash on when he's here next year (or possibly in '09).

I was going to make corn muffins with cheese and green onions for dinner tonight, but I forgot that t3h m0mmy used all the sour cream making a coffee cake for the parents' meeting on Sunday morning. (The wheel in the sky keeps on turning, and so does the Confirmation-go-round.) Needless to say, I discovered this only AFTER I returned home from the store. Using the gifts of the Spirit or whatever one receives during Confirmation, m0mmy immediately felt bad, despite repeated entreaties not to.

It's pretty sad when one feels that the high point of one's day was lunch. I had a turkey sandwich with tomatoes and lettuce and chipotle mayo on tomato bread at Adrienne's in Jeffersonville, one of my favorite lunch spots, and it was tasty. :9

The second installment of t3h n0v3l omg will go out on Sunday to those masochists persons who have indicated a desire to read it. If you, too, long for the sweet relief that rapidly sporking your eyes out at top speed will bring--IT'S NOT TOO LATE! Just leave a comment, and you too will receive some eye-charring crap in your e-mailbox on an infrequent basis. :D
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Arrr, mateys! It be [livejournal.com profile] beldar's birthday!
Hopefully, this will be the year in which he finally receives a monkey.

Assorted other orders of business, in case you were just here for the birthday greetings. )
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Dear Lee,

Perhaps it would be totally bitchin' if you were to research some other tribal island society for t3h n0v3l omg, or if you were to read some nice soothing studies on acculturation instead. When you are dreaming about the Maori all night every night, there is a serious problem.

Everyone would appreciate it if you stopped.

Also, there will be no "research trip" to New Zealand, even if actual research is conducted there. You have a living to earn.

Now get up off your duff and go make dinner.

No love, and scant tolerance,
Lee

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