The Dangerous Existence of Madame Lee

This is a really embarrassing admission to make, but I feel compelled to do so because a.) I am a little bored and b.) the rest of this post will make no sense whatsoever if I don't.

( But what is l33's shocking sekrit? )

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 augustuscaesar and 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.

1.) So I wound up not going to the Fall Festival this year--the first time I've missed in, like, forever, at least 7 or 8 years I think--because I was, apparently, too busy sleeping. If I can just manage ONE DAY where I sleep 7 hours and 7 hours only, I can die happy. Lolmom did bring me Christian fudge, though.

2.) I finally did something I really should have done a few weeks ago and deactivated my OKCupid account, on grounds of profound and severe disinterest. The only person who actually cares about this is augustuscaesar, who may be wondering why I'm yet to reply to her message there. Srry t4r4 :(

3.) RP is eating my brain, srry gaiz. On the other hand: Sedonia Guillone, I'm really happy for you and I'mma let you finish, but my RP partner and I wrote the hottest pr0n of all time. OF ALL TIME.

4.) You know what is totally awesome? A talking dictionary of Ainu. I was kind of doing some half-assed research on the Ainu and I was curious about what the language sounded like and so on and then I found this, WIN.
4a.) Loosely pertinent to the above, duokinneas may wish to know that there is more backstory available on Sanzô and if my ass gets kissed enough or even if it doesn't because I can refuse my seahorse uke nothing I might write about it.

5.) FUCK YOU SHITTY DYSTHYMIA. YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED IN MY BRAINMEATS EVER AGAIN. I WILL KICK YOUR ASS EVEN IF I HAVE TO MAKE MYSELF DO IT.

This is my journal. I can totally do this to you if I want. It's totally under a cut so you can totally skip it if you want. I also totally abused the word "totally" in the preceding sentences, for which I apologize.

( Meme: The Care and Feeding of Meeeeeeeeeeeeeee! )

♥ Happy birthday, augustuscaesar! ♥

ILU. ♥

You know how you have this thing going on where you're up late at night/early in the morning and you know you should be in bed but you don't feel tired and you can't be arsed? Yeah. I have to at least drop off for a couple of hours or so, since Camille and I have tentative plans for later today and I don't want to be a complete bitch while we're hanging out.

I seem to have dropped a couple of pounds in the last week. Insh'allah, this trend will continue. Which is now helped by the fact that we are out of frozen bagel snacks, since I ate them all. OH THE IRONY.

I have had serious "career" angst, and have pretty much decided that, if the opportunity arises, I will sell out, the better to effect my triumphant return to Bloomington. Truly, I am a master of cunning persiflages. Or not. Anyway, my mantra for this year is "no complaining" (lololol), so we'll see how this goes. In any case, I may not be afforded the opportunity to sell out. We Shall See. (In tandem with not complaining, I am also trying not to be horribly self-loathing, but this is also one of those things which We Shall See.)

Also I am trying very hard not to think about some other things, which I generally have been doing okay at and then it hits me like a brickbat to the gut. This is how and why I have become addicted to Xwap and online mahjongg; I use it as a thought-stopping mechanism.

I apologize to everybody who looks at the next post, but I'm trying to keep myself relatively accountable. Public shame is a strong motivator for me, so there 'tis.

♥ for augustuscaesar, because. ♥

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.

(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.

Hey, forgottensanity, I got the stuff you sent! The Daim bars came a few days ago; unfortunately, they had consumed most of the babies in transit (apparently they resemble turnips in that), and then the adult went for X-chan, so I had to take it out by a chomp to the neck. Its flesh is deliciously toffeelike. :9

Also, the basket was greatly appreciated and has been enthusiastically enjoyed; we all loved it. :D I did share it, simply because I couldn't eat all that myself.

♥ for augustuscaesar and queen_lily_rose. Just because.

X-chan was home, and we got to spend some time together, but now she's gone. This has been yay, except for the part where she had to leave. I've been trying to convince her to move to Kentucky, but Kentucky doesn't do the greatest job of selling itself, so.

I had the bright idea to use my day off on Tuesday to go up to Bloomington and return library books. This would have gone off without a hitch if it were not for the goddamned weather (freezing rain); it was supposed to get better here, and Bloomington isn't that far north, but still. What usually takes about two and a half to three hours took all day, due in part to having to stop several times because some yahoo thought four-wheel drive magically granted him immunity to the laws of physics and went skidding off the road. (I am scared shitless of skidding and was frightened when it happened to me near Huntingburg. Fortunately, I didn't lose control of the car and didn't hit anything or go careening into an embankment; I was able to right myself and proceed shakily through the intersection.) The first time, I felt sorry for the driver; after the third or fourth time, I stopped feeling any pity or human fellow-feeling at all. (On US-231, headed northbound through Martin and Daviess Counties? Uh, yeah. They don't believe in guardrails there, apparently. Not that guardrails are your best defense against skidding.) So by the time I got to Bloomington, the library was closed (and has just reopened yesterday, in honor of duokinneas' birthday), and the roads were still bad (IN-46 westbound was completely blocked off at the Owen/Monroe county line due to the number of accidents, and there were several nasty messes on IN-37 headed northbound), so I wound up having to get a hotel room for the night and shush a panicky lolmom. The Travelodge actually isn't too bad. The weather heated up overnight, it was good to be home, and by the time I left this morning the ice had melted and there was just plain old regular rain, which I can deal with.

I'm getting a little tired of this not-living-in-Bloomington nonsense.

Also, I got to wait on Mr and Mrs Speshul Snowflake on Christmas Eve. The 'Mart closes at 6 p.m. on Christmas Eve and remains closed until 6 a.m. on 26 December. :D Anyway, we were herding people out (after multiple announcements that YOUR CESSPIT LOL-MART STORE IS CLOSING and subsequently that YOUR LOL-MART STORE IS NOW CLOSED) around 6, and the Speshul Snowflakes decided to come in to pick up their meat trays from the deli RIGHT THEN and suffered severe butthurt injuries when informed that a.) we were closed and b.) the deli had given their meat trays to someone else.

Christmas was okay. The X came back from Indy (turned out my father and Pweshus Wifey weren't there for Christmas DAMN I could have gone if I hadn't had to work) and we had breakfast and opened presents and watched A Christmas Story and all was yay.

So. I'm back. I guess I might try to write more regularly in this thing. I'm going to try to pick myself back up in 2009; I've been so angry and bitter for so long that I've let myself get stuck in it, and that's not good.

I stole this meme from 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! )