The Dangerous Existence of Madame Lee

This post is pre-recorded for your convenience, and has been cobbled together from Friday and also from stuff that happened today. Thus, it is the Post That Ate Suburbia and contains all kinds of boring minutiae about my boring life.

( Like, for instance, this. )

Found via Four Stone Hearth. I figure some of you are sick and twisted enough to get a kick out of this.

However, I totally want a robot sommelier.

In terms of actual news, nothing to report, other than that my workload is about to be increased on account of Joy and I share a client and she is leaving to work for a new title company. I am told the client doesn't get that much in the counties Joy covered, so one hopes the transition will be relatively painless.

One hopes.

My first stop today was Jasper for a crummy update, and then I had to run up to Terre fucking Haute for a recheck, so I took US-231 northbound to Bloomfield, and then decided to take westbound IN-54 to US-41 northbound, which will take you right into Terre fucking Haute. I figured it couldn't waste any more time than getting back on I-64 and taking that to 41, anyway.

IN-61 north to I-64 east to US-231 north to IN-45 north used to be the route I took to Bloomington, and Bloomfield isn't all that far off; I hit the turn-off where I had to turn left to stay on 231, and I looked at the road sign and thought, If I get on 45 instead, in an hour, I will be home.

I didn't. I did what I was supposed to do, and went to Terre Haute. And that fucking sucked.

I'm tired, and I've got to go get the ol' taxes done in about an hour or so. And tomorrow I will be home, and tomorrow maybe something will turn up for me, and tomorrow will be better.

Because jurhael did it, at the time of writing it appears that we are having turkey with cornbread stuffing, rolls, cauliflower pie, cranberries (real cranberries, none of that suckass canned shit), coconut cream pie, and chocolate and pecan pie. (The latter is m0mmy's birthday pie, which I still owe her because I am of the suck.) I foresee leftovers in the immediate future. (We're freezing some of the turkey--it's a 16-lb. fresh turkey and there's only two of us. You might ask why we bought all that turkey. We didn't. Mom's workplace has an agreement with the turkey farm, so everyone gets a turkey voucher for Thanksgiving.)

Also, a happy belated birthday to treyvadi, because I suck. NO KILLING, PLZ KTHX.

Not very much of interest has happened this week. I went to Terre Haute and had a milkshake! :D Not that those two events are causally related, but I did get to flee Terre Haute at 3 p.m. instead of the customary 4 p.m. I'm getting paid for three 30-year searches which are basically the same search that I cannibalized twice in order to get the chain WHEEEE.

We may also be painting the guest room this weekend. I'm trying to goad m0mmy into having someone look at the TV, because if she doesn't I won't know whether to get her one or not.

Two orders of business:
1.) I would encourage them what's into this kind of thing to celebrate Buy Nothing Day. The website speaks for itself, but in the spirit of devil's advocacy, it's not like you wanted to get up at 5 a.m. on your day off to go fight a bunch of rabid shoppers for consumer goods anyway.
2.) Them what wants Xmas cards, which I promise I will do this year because I don't have to be in fucking Sullivan five days a week, should shoot the ol' address here or leave a comment. Comments will be screened; if you just had a comment and don't want to leave your address, they will be summarily unscreened as soon as I see them, whenever that will be.
3.) ♥

1.) Get searches out.
2.) Read.
3.) Locate and watch appropriately escapist movie; extra points given if it does NOT contain Gael.
4.) Flop onto guest bed like unto sloth. Rouse self only, and to near-hysteria, if suggestion is made that a l33 might want to do something else.
5.) Try very hard to not think about smoking.
6.) Remember: there's only four work days left in the week, and you're way behind! Have a nice evening. :D

I have the beginnings of a headache for the third night in a row.

The cat has been peeing on things again, so I lost my temper, sprayed the wing chair down with cat repellent, picked her up, brought her to the chair, and waved her in its general direction, yelling, "NO." I figured it was the strongest thing I could do that wouldn't hurt her, but that she wouldn't like. Of course, now she's curled up at my feet purring, so who knows how much of that she actually absorbed.

If I ever get an order from KTC that does not come through LLS, I am going to send it back unworked and write on it, in big angry letters, By no means will I retrieve these documents. They appeared on the prior title evidence, and no competent title company would throw them away...or need to see them again. Either learn to keep decent records, or refrain from wasting my time with this nonsense. NO FURTHER ORDERS FROM YOU WILL BE ACCEPTED.

Persons waiting for t3h n0v3l will have to wait until the end of September, because all I've got right now is horrid pabulum that I can't force myself to make you read. Dammit.

Persons who would like to wait for t3h n0v3l, but have not yet indicated any interest in so doing, can comment here.

Randomly, have realized that August is over to all intents and purposes and that it has been three years since my last cigarette.

Am very, very excited about this weekend, as it is three whole days for a l33 to sit on its ass and read and catch up with things and otherwise be unproductive :D

Well.

I appear to have agreed to do a few extra counties, with the understanding that I may have to drop them once I get my E&O and can take on other clients.

Today was nothing special. Drove all over God's green acre (i.e., up to Washington and then over to Vincennes; I was going to try to make it to Jasper, but thankfully those searches were pulled because I'm needed elsewhere). I hate the street layout of Washington, because I think it's been specially designed to keep people in. Most importantly, however, I went to THE BIG PEACH, because it's open only seasonally and one should make hay while the sun shines.

THE BIG PEACH is a real country store, as opposed to that Cracker Barrel nonsense (not that I don't like their food), and I took one look at the produce and wanted to buy out all their stock. Srsly, I told teh m0mmy not to get tomatoes at the store last night because THE BIG PEACH'S were so much larger and more appealing. I may also have gone totally nuts in the canning section.

Also, the eponymous Big Peach (which is right out front) has gotten a paint job. It used to be a flat orange, but now it looks like a real peach with some more red and yellow added in, and it's gotten a better stem and some leaves. Yay Peach!

(...with apologies to aeromancy.)

Also also, am re-reading Henry VIII by Alison Weir. Squeeyay. faire_damsel, if you haven't read Alison Weir, you're in dereliction of duty. ^_-

Not much to report. Am looking forward to weekend, bounceyay.

Hey.

Just checking in before I hit the sack. No work yesterday, so sat on ass and did a few things here and there. Was in Warrick today, ran a thirty-year, gave Joy crap about following me, went to lunch with Teresa and Julie. It was fun, but there's not much to report. Teresa said she might kick some work my way, and as soon as I get my E&O (yeah, still not there yet) I'm going to be soliciting business from at least one other company.

Tomorrow, I'm an hour north, after the fax guy comes 'round to install the new line. Also my business cards are in. Hoshit I am a real independent.

Would like personal life to be conveniently resolved soon so I know what to do next, but am not holding breath.

(...with apologies to Seanbaby).

I know I owe several people comments etc. and will get to those, and I know I owe people e-mail and whatnot, but the past three days, while fulfilling and rewarding and that, have been really hectic, and right now I just want to sleep. My searches can go out whenever I wake up; it will take no time at all to put them together.

Also: ukekenshin, your present came. Thank you. ♥