I don't have time to do that links round-up, so it's going to have to wait until probably Sunday. In fact, a lot of things are probably going to have to wait until Sunday.
I'm going to begin at the beginning, though, just to be a horrid bitch. Bwahaha! Today, I slept in really late because I passed the hell out around midnight in the bedroom and slept through everything until I woke up in the middle of a seriously strange dream involving a mansion and a guy with thousands of ladies' socks stacked up in a gradient, so they made the entire color spectrum. There was also a room with a ton of antique furniture and things and lots of old lamps and an old guy restoring them or something. I don't know. It was weird. Anyway, between that and the company that was over bringing me further out of sleep, I was up for the day. Woo!
The day was basically the exact same day as the last several, until my phone rang at about 2:30. There was a man on the other end, the guy who owns the dry cleaner I applied at last Friday. He wanted me to come in for an interview this afternoon, so after much frantic running about (since I was still in pjs and all), I was dressed and S drove me to the interview, which was very short - if S had known how short it was going to be, she would have just waited until it was done and dropped Girl Child at her friend's house after.
The interview was okay. The guy was foreign, so I had difficulty understanding him sometimes, but he seemed really nice. He really liked my typing speed (80-90 wpm on keyboards that actually work), and he didn't like that I don't have a car right now (I decided to avoid mentioning the lack of driver's license), but I'm smart and willing to work, so apparently he's willing to overlook the slight transportation snag, since...
HE HIRED ME!!!!!!!!
(If I could, I would make that part sparkly and dance-y.)
Anyway, so he told me initially that he would call me by the end of the week and let me know if I was going to be starting training or not (I've heard this before, that's usually a sign that they're not going to hire you at all), and we thanked each other, and I went outside to wait for S. A few minutes later, I was on the phone with J, trying to figure out how long it would be before S came back, when he stepped outside and called me back over to tell me he had changed his mind and that I start training tomorrow morning at 10:00. Holy crap. I have to ask for a certain woman at the location near the house when I get there and I will learn things and it will be awesome.
When S picked me up, she decided we needed to go to Long John Silver's and have some food, and there was much excitement (I talk ridiculously fast when I'm excited, too!), and we ate and the Toddler displayed a love of tartar sauce the likes of which has never been seen - it got him to eat his chicken, which normally doesn't happen. When we got home, J was already in bed (he's been on vacation because his birthday was Tuesday), so after I got off the phone with C, I came outside and hung out with S and the Toddler for a bit, and we invented a new sport of walnut throwing. Ha.
After we came inside, I waited until I was sure M was awake, then I went downstairs and unstacked all my totes in the basement so I could get at the clothes I keep down there that I don't wear very often - most of them don't fit right now or are things I don't really need to wear at the moment, like my heavy sweaters and my bathrobes, which are all shorty robes and make me overheat anyway. Of course, I recently just switched my clothes around, moving the stuff that I only have for when I'm working downstairs and keeping all the fun clothes upstairs and also bringing up all my winter stuff so that I wouldn't have to worry about that later when it's actually cold. Then, of course, I end up needing my work shirts. Figures.
After I brought up all my work shirts, I did a quick fashion show for S so we could determine how many work shirts I have available to me, and as I was trying to get things moved around so they'd all fit (tiny dresser + a bazillion shirts = sad), I grew very frustrated with my complete lack of space - I have a small four-drawer dresser with a wide storage drawer thing sitting on top of it, which doesn't even begin to sufficiently hold all my clothes. So I went back downstairs and got the other storage drawers, which is the exact same size as the first one, took all my crocheting stuff out of it (all 58274 projects) and dumped it all in a piece of luggage, hauled the drawers upstairs and perched them upon the first one. I now have drawers reaching almost to the ceiling. It's a little ridiculous. I actually can't reach much above the top drawer in the first tote, so I will regularly need a step stool now if I need anything out of the other ones. Woo. I don't even care, actually, I'm just so damn happy to finally have room for all my shit.
Of course, this running around like a headless chicken (which is what S said about me on G+ earlier) caused me back pain, knee pain, ankle pain, shoulder pain, and foot pain. And I've got a headache and I'm starving. And I have to work tomorrow. God, that feels weird. I haven't worked in almost two years. TWO YEARS. That is a long time. I'm really nervous and excited about tomorrow. I hope like hell that I can sleep tonight, or tomorrow is also going to suck horribly.
Anyway, I'm really really excited. And stuff. Oh god.
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Thursday, September 22, 2011
Sunday, September 4, 2011
My Face May Explode Soon
Allergy season has kicked in with full force. I can barely breathe and everything tastes horrible. I thought I was getting sick yesterday, but now that the weather has finally cooled down, I am merely unable to breathe and not hot and itchy. I am probably going to start sleeping between 9 and 16 hours a day, too, if last year's trends are anything to go by. I spent most of August and September last year asleep.
Anyway, so I'm not terribly able to keep up anything like a posting schedule, as I'm generally in a hazy stupor. So I'm doing a lot of reading, which has caused me to accumulate a large number of links. So there's going to be a rather impressive link round-up at the end of this post.
Let's see, a whole fat lot of nothing has been happening this week. I did update my OkCupid account yesterday, but that doesn't mean anything, as I'm not terribly sure I'm interested in using it. I mostly updated it because I had nothing else to do, and it kept me briefly entertained. Honestly, after that last guy from there, I'm not entirely sure I trust OkCupid - there seem to be a disproportionately large quantity of assholes on the site. In any case, that's what I spent a good bit of yesterday doing.
It finally rained yesterday, bringing tolerable temperatures to the area, which is very nice. I went and stood outside in the rain for awhile, and after it rained, Girl Child went outside to mess around and we found some snails, so I took a whole bunch of pictures of her holding them so S would finally have some more recent photos of her. I also got some photos that are of just the snails and her hands, and got permission from S to post one, so here's a picture of a tiny snail on Girl Child's hand:
There's going to be a detailed photo of the snail itself on the Photo Gallery page, if there's any interest to see extreme snail-y detail.
Anyway. Nothing exciting is happening. I washed my hair last night before going to bed and woke up with a giant tangled frizzy fluffball. I don't know how this happens. Hermione keeps trying to possess me, but all she manages to get to stick is her damn hair. Well, she can keep her hair! Take it back! Oh my god. I've tried using the boar bristle brush to distribute the sebum to the ends of my hair in the hope that that would be helpful, but all that did was make it stand on end more. I look like I've been electrocuted!
So, in other news, I received a call from E the other day. I hope she doesn't mind me posting about this, but I don't think anyone she knows reads this blog, especially since her mother has me hidden from her news feed on Facebook because of my prodigious use of the word "fuck". But I digress.
E was crying when she called me. I already knew about this at the time that I posted about going to Topeka, but hadn't mentioned it yet, but since it's now a thing... Anyway, E had her doctor do the genetic test for breast cancer. I don't know if he did both BRCA1 and BRCA2, but she is at risk - most of her mother's female relatives have had it by the time they were 50, including her mother, so I can see why she'd want to know, but at the same time, it's rather worrisome, because it makes me wonder if her insurance company will cover treatment if she develops it at some point in the next 50 years, since American insurance companies will do that to you.
Anyway, I don't really know what I'm supposed to do. I feel for her, but am I supposed to go on acting like everything will be fine? That's been my approach so far, and I think it's helping her. Maybe. I know I don't intend to treat her like she's going to die, since her chances range from 56% to 87% of her contracting it by the time she's 70. Maybe she won't get it until she's 67 or something. I know I'm not going to treat her like a time bomb, or in any other way that is different from how I have treated her for the past 15 years. Even if she does develop cancer when she's 35, she's still the person she was before, not a disease.
Well, that was depressing.
In other things for me to worry about with E, she and her husband have agreed to divorce. He's also stopped saying that he wants to take her to court, because most of the belongings they have were acquired by E before the marriage, and all that would happen would be that he would have a lot less stuff than before. I think this is a fairly sensible course of action, and a lot better than the previously childish behavior he was displaying when E first made it apparent that she wanted a divorce. However, this does not absolve his previous behavior, and I am not even slightly impressed by him. I hope, if she ever gets married again, that she marries an actual adult next time, and not a man-child. At least that's good news, sort of. I mean, getting divorced sucks, but at least she's not sentencing herself to a lifetime of misery instead of facing and dealing with the issue.
I tried to call her this morning, but she didn't answer the phone, either because she was busy or because she didn't recognize the number, since I called from the house phone and not my cell phone. She called while I was writing this post and we talked for a very long time about lots of different things. It was nice, we haven't done that in a long time.
I've been amusing myself by pressing on my sinuses in my cheeks, because it makes my nose feel like it's being strangled. It's kind of a cool sensation, actually. I imagine that's weird.
I've allowed myself to fall behind on the laundry, mostly due to the lethargy that comes with allergies and sleep deprivation. This sucks, but hopefully I'll feel a little better in a few days and will be able to keep up with it again. Please.
I think I'm going to take a walk today, since it's so nice out. That'll be different.
I recently took photos of the giant spider that lives right outside the living room window eating a cicada. It's actually pretty cool, and if I wasn't terrified of the spider, I'd go outside in the early mornings and get pictures of it from that angle, but I'm simply not able to do that. That layer of glass between us is the only thing that allows me to photograph it at all. It is a pretty interesting thing to observe, though. Also, S says that it's just an orb weaver, which is a pretty common spider. According to her. Because I have no idea. I know what black widows look like, and I can sometimes identify brown recluse spiders, and jumping spiders because they're easy, but the rest are "OMG KILL IT" and tarantulas. Except for those spiders that eat birds in Australia. Those make me want to move to a space station permanently. Anyway, spider picture.
Anyway, I have links. I have about 20, actually, due to the fact that I don't stop reading things like Fark just because I haven't written a blog post. Also, my head feels like a water balloon from the incredible amount of sinus pressure I'm developing at an exponential rate.
Links Round-Up
I'm starting with the saddest stuff first today, so there'll be less sad at the end.
There are a lot of articles about 9/11 lately, since the 10th anniversary is coming up, and one of them was about the photographer who took the famous "Falling Man" picture, and how everything surrounding the photo and that day have affected him, and it also talks about how powerful the image is. That's one of the more heartbreaking photos I've seen from September 11th. The explosions, the people running in the streets, none of that is as gut-wrenching as looking at that photograph.
In addition to the article about the Falling Man photograph, I also found an article about surviving twins from the attacks - 46 people who were twins died, and their surviving siblings have been trying to figure out how to go on with their lives after suddenly becoming an "I" instead of a "we".
Apparently a whole lot of people would rather feel safe than have their rights. That's really scary. I will never trade my rights for more security. That's how things like the Patriot Act happen.
Why, why would someone have to go to jail for overdue library books? I can't imagine what the motivation is and I'm horrified that this happened. What's next? The death penalty if you lose a few over the course of your patronage at the library? This is why our libraries are disappearing.
This guy is seriously fucked up. Also, this makes me never want to own a computer with a webcam again. I wonder if the government has the ability to do that. That's a seriously scary thought.
There's a 10 year old child who lives in a small town and has identified as female since toddlerhood, despite being biologically male. Her parents, when they talk about their children, say they have two daughters, and she is allowed to dress how she pleases and decorate her bedroom in a feminine way, as well. The only dissenter is her grandfather. I think she's very lucky, and I wish her all the best in her future.
Some bigoted asshole thinks it might be psychologically damaging for children to witness diversity being welcomed on national television, and advises against allowing any children to watch Chaz Bono (Cher's son) on Dancing With The Stars. Also, how is seeing a transgendered person on television going to affect the sexual/personal identity of any children or adolescents watching the show? I think it's great that it's not being treated as a thing by the show, as it's just one of many identities a person can have. Of course this article is from Fox News.
I think it's pretty cool that advertisers are starting to be more diverse when showing commercials for their products. K-Y has a commercial following their current trend of couples talking, but showing a lesbian couple this time. It's not any different at all from any of their commercials featuring heterosexual couples, and I think that's wonderful. Maybe things will be okay and acceptance is in store for the LGBT community. Also, the slideshow of commercials on this article are worth watching, particularly the John Hancock Financial Services commercial, which made me cry.
I found a very old article about Lane Bryant while researching the origins of the company a few days ago, talking about the controversy surrounding a lingerie ad that was supposed to be aired during prime-time slots, alongside very similar Victoria's Secret ads. But of course, the networks had a problem with the Lane Bryant ad, what with the very healthy, voluptuous, sexy woman in the commercial, while the walking clothes hangers in the Victoria's Secret spots received no criticism at all. Obviously we're having a problem here figuring out what is sexy. Personally, I do not think a woman who has protruding hip bones, ribs, shoulders, and everything else is a sexy person. Anorexia is not hot. My personal, ultimate goal for the weight loss I'd like to achieve is to look like that Lane Bryant model. Because shit. She is HOT. Oh my god.
I'm voting for Obama this election, and this is why. At least he's not trying to take away more of my rights. This terrifies the hell out of me. I'm not sure what candidates the other parties have, but because everyone is so complacent in this country, there will never be any real change to the world because no one cares enough to make it happen or elect someone that might be able to fix this mess. I really do think we need a complete overhaul of our government system, this is ridiculous. I want to only elect people who pay attention to the needs and wants of the people they're supposed to be representing, or maybe we should just get rid of Congress altogether so that way the general public can vote on every law that goes through and whether it should be a law or not. I don't know. I'm not really educated enough to figure out what the solution to this would be, but I don't think it has anything to do with keeping the same corrupt, self-serving rich assholes in office. In any case, I want to keep my reproductive rights, so none of the people that are Republican candidates for president are getting my vote. I just find it hilarious that this is what Republican has come to mean, because they used to be the polar opposite of this.
Also, speaking of reproductive rights, a judge in Texas blocked parts of a new abortion law that was ready to take effect on September 1. The law would have forced every woman who wanted an abortion to view a sonogram of her fetus/embryo and listen to its heartbeat, without exception for a woman who was the victim of rape or incest. If she was, and did not wish to view a sonogram (duh), she would have to certify in writing exactly why she didn't want to do that. I would imagine that anyone who was having an abortion would probably not want to view a sonogram. Apparently it's more important to protect the rights of a cluster of cells than the woman incubating them these days, and honestly, I don't see how that cluster of cells is more important that my wants. Once it becomes a viable living baby, we'll talk. Also, the Justice Department is starting to crack down on abortion protesters harassing women who are entering the clinics. I love how abortion protesters don't even think for a second that a woman might go into a Planned Parenthood to get a pap smear, or renew her birth control prescription, or to get free condoms, or any of the other things that happen at Planned Parenthood that have nothing to do with an abortion. For fuck's sake, people, get a grip and stop this insanity. It is no one's business but the individual's if they want an abortion. Back the hell off.
Some assholes decided to teach a female smoker a "lesson". Did you know that cigarettes actually release less harmful chemicals and gases into the air than, say, cars? And the truck in the video obviously had some illegal modifications done to it. I hope that woman called the cops or something, because she definitely did not deserve that. This is why I am against anti-smoking laws. Who cares if they are smoking? I think it's fine if people are smoking outside of public gathering places. I'm still working on quitting, so I can speak from the perspective of a smoker. I have never been comfortable smoking in bars and restaurants that allow it, preferring to go outside. I'm always mindful of blowing the smoke away from others as much as possible. I try to be as fucking considerate as possible, but these guys? If they did that shit to me, I'd hunt them down and blow an entire pack's worth of smoke directly into their eyeballs. And then kick them in their balls. Fuck you, anonymous truck-driving assholes.
I really like wildlife photography. It's not something that I sit around and talk about at length or anything, because that's just not very interesting, but sometimes there are photographs that just grab you and scream to be talked about. These photos of lions are some of that kind of photograph. The facial expressions are just incredible. Lions are beautiful.
Also, desert sunset photos. Because this particular jet trail looks like a tornado, and these are beautiful photographs.
I really like the concept of store pets. It's just something that's always appealed to me, and here is a case of a cat that is 19 years old and has lived in a hardware store for 15 years. That is so awesome.
This is what happens when you get bored and have a colicky baby. Pretty cute, actually.
I think if more companies did this, the world would be more awesome. This is seriously awesome.
There was a tree in Brooklyn called "The Vagina Tree" because it, well, looked like a vagina. Hurricane Irene decided this would never do and knocked it down. Poor Vagina Tree.
Of course someone would be offended by the most awesome cutting board in the history of everything ever, but I'm not, because it's pretty freaking terrific. S thinks so, too. Also, I discovered that ThinkGeek already has them in their inventory yesterday morning, so I am now biding my time until I can afford to completely furnish my kitchen with ThinkGeek merchandise.
And now I'm finally done with this post, which took about four hours, due to having a very long phone call when I was halfway done.
Anyway, so I'm not terribly able to keep up anything like a posting schedule, as I'm generally in a hazy stupor. So I'm doing a lot of reading, which has caused me to accumulate a large number of links. So there's going to be a rather impressive link round-up at the end of this post.
Let's see, a whole fat lot of nothing has been happening this week. I did update my OkCupid account yesterday, but that doesn't mean anything, as I'm not terribly sure I'm interested in using it. I mostly updated it because I had nothing else to do, and it kept me briefly entertained. Honestly, after that last guy from there, I'm not entirely sure I trust OkCupid - there seem to be a disproportionately large quantity of assholes on the site. In any case, that's what I spent a good bit of yesterday doing.
It finally rained yesterday, bringing tolerable temperatures to the area, which is very nice. I went and stood outside in the rain for awhile, and after it rained, Girl Child went outside to mess around and we found some snails, so I took a whole bunch of pictures of her holding them so S would finally have some more recent photos of her. I also got some photos that are of just the snails and her hands, and got permission from S to post one, so here's a picture of a tiny snail on Girl Child's hand:
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| Woo for snails! I am so glad she didn't try to make me touch it. |
There's going to be a detailed photo of the snail itself on the Photo Gallery page, if there's any interest to see extreme snail-y detail.
Anyway. Nothing exciting is happening. I washed my hair last night before going to bed and woke up with a giant tangled frizzy fluffball. I don't know how this happens. Hermione keeps trying to possess me, but all she manages to get to stick is her damn hair. Well, she can keep her hair! Take it back! Oh my god. I've tried using the boar bristle brush to distribute the sebum to the ends of my hair in the hope that that would be helpful, but all that did was make it stand on end more. I look like I've been electrocuted!
So, in other news, I received a call from E the other day. I hope she doesn't mind me posting about this, but I don't think anyone she knows reads this blog, especially since her mother has me hidden from her news feed on Facebook because of my prodigious use of the word "fuck". But I digress.
E was crying when she called me. I already knew about this at the time that I posted about going to Topeka, but hadn't mentioned it yet, but since it's now a thing... Anyway, E had her doctor do the genetic test for breast cancer. I don't know if he did both BRCA1 and BRCA2, but she is at risk - most of her mother's female relatives have had it by the time they were 50, including her mother, so I can see why she'd want to know, but at the same time, it's rather worrisome, because it makes me wonder if her insurance company will cover treatment if she develops it at some point in the next 50 years, since American insurance companies will do that to you.
Anyway, I don't really know what I'm supposed to do. I feel for her, but am I supposed to go on acting like everything will be fine? That's been my approach so far, and I think it's helping her. Maybe. I know I don't intend to treat her like she's going to die, since her chances range from 56% to 87% of her contracting it by the time she's 70. Maybe she won't get it until she's 67 or something. I know I'm not going to treat her like a time bomb, or in any other way that is different from how I have treated her for the past 15 years. Even if she does develop cancer when she's 35, she's still the person she was before, not a disease.
Well, that was depressing.
In other things for me to worry about with E, she and her husband have agreed to divorce. He's also stopped saying that he wants to take her to court, because most of the belongings they have were acquired by E before the marriage, and all that would happen would be that he would have a lot less stuff than before. I think this is a fairly sensible course of action, and a lot better than the previously childish behavior he was displaying when E first made it apparent that she wanted a divorce. However, this does not absolve his previous behavior, and I am not even slightly impressed by him. I hope, if she ever gets married again, that she marries an actual adult next time, and not a man-child. At least that's good news, sort of. I mean, getting divorced sucks, but at least she's not sentencing herself to a lifetime of misery instead of facing and dealing with the issue.
I tried to call her this morning, but she didn't answer the phone, either because she was busy or because she didn't recognize the number, since I called from the house phone and not my cell phone. She called while I was writing this post and we talked for a very long time about lots of different things. It was nice, we haven't done that in a long time.
I've been amusing myself by pressing on my sinuses in my cheeks, because it makes my nose feel like it's being strangled. It's kind of a cool sensation, actually. I imagine that's weird.
I've allowed myself to fall behind on the laundry, mostly due to the lethargy that comes with allergies and sleep deprivation. This sucks, but hopefully I'll feel a little better in a few days and will be able to keep up with it again. Please.
I think I'm going to take a walk today, since it's so nice out. That'll be different.
I recently took photos of the giant spider that lives right outside the living room window eating a cicada. It's actually pretty cool, and if I wasn't terrified of the spider, I'd go outside in the early mornings and get pictures of it from that angle, but I'm simply not able to do that. That layer of glass between us is the only thing that allows me to photograph it at all. It is a pretty interesting thing to observe, though. Also, S says that it's just an orb weaver, which is a pretty common spider. According to her. Because I have no idea. I know what black widows look like, and I can sometimes identify brown recluse spiders, and jumping spiders because they're easy, but the rest are "OMG KILL IT" and tarantulas. Except for those spiders that eat birds in Australia. Those make me want to move to a space station permanently. Anyway, spider picture.
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| "Nom nom nom!" says the spider. "Aaaarghblbaaahsghghff!" says the cicada. |
Anyway, I have links. I have about 20, actually, due to the fact that I don't stop reading things like Fark just because I haven't written a blog post. Also, my head feels like a water balloon from the incredible amount of sinus pressure I'm developing at an exponential rate.
Links Round-Up
I'm starting with the saddest stuff first today, so there'll be less sad at the end.
There are a lot of articles about 9/11 lately, since the 10th anniversary is coming up, and one of them was about the photographer who took the famous "Falling Man" picture, and how everything surrounding the photo and that day have affected him, and it also talks about how powerful the image is. That's one of the more heartbreaking photos I've seen from September 11th. The explosions, the people running in the streets, none of that is as gut-wrenching as looking at that photograph.
In addition to the article about the Falling Man photograph, I also found an article about surviving twins from the attacks - 46 people who were twins died, and their surviving siblings have been trying to figure out how to go on with their lives after suddenly becoming an "I" instead of a "we".
Apparently a whole lot of people would rather feel safe than have their rights. That's really scary. I will never trade my rights for more security. That's how things like the Patriot Act happen.
Why, why would someone have to go to jail for overdue library books? I can't imagine what the motivation is and I'm horrified that this happened. What's next? The death penalty if you lose a few over the course of your patronage at the library? This is why our libraries are disappearing.
This guy is seriously fucked up. Also, this makes me never want to own a computer with a webcam again. I wonder if the government has the ability to do that. That's a seriously scary thought.
There's a 10 year old child who lives in a small town and has identified as female since toddlerhood, despite being biologically male. Her parents, when they talk about their children, say they have two daughters, and she is allowed to dress how she pleases and decorate her bedroom in a feminine way, as well. The only dissenter is her grandfather. I think she's very lucky, and I wish her all the best in her future.
Some bigoted asshole thinks it might be psychologically damaging for children to witness diversity being welcomed on national television, and advises against allowing any children to watch Chaz Bono (Cher's son) on Dancing With The Stars. Also, how is seeing a transgendered person on television going to affect the sexual/personal identity of any children or adolescents watching the show? I think it's great that it's not being treated as a thing by the show, as it's just one of many identities a person can have. Of course this article is from Fox News.
I think it's pretty cool that advertisers are starting to be more diverse when showing commercials for their products. K-Y has a commercial following their current trend of couples talking, but showing a lesbian couple this time. It's not any different at all from any of their commercials featuring heterosexual couples, and I think that's wonderful. Maybe things will be okay and acceptance is in store for the LGBT community. Also, the slideshow of commercials on this article are worth watching, particularly the John Hancock Financial Services commercial, which made me cry.
I found a very old article about Lane Bryant while researching the origins of the company a few days ago, talking about the controversy surrounding a lingerie ad that was supposed to be aired during prime-time slots, alongside very similar Victoria's Secret ads. But of course, the networks had a problem with the Lane Bryant ad, what with the very healthy, voluptuous, sexy woman in the commercial, while the walking clothes hangers in the Victoria's Secret spots received no criticism at all. Obviously we're having a problem here figuring out what is sexy. Personally, I do not think a woman who has protruding hip bones, ribs, shoulders, and everything else is a sexy person. Anorexia is not hot. My personal, ultimate goal for the weight loss I'd like to achieve is to look like that Lane Bryant model. Because shit. She is HOT. Oh my god.
I'm voting for Obama this election, and this is why. At least he's not trying to take away more of my rights. This terrifies the hell out of me. I'm not sure what candidates the other parties have, but because everyone is so complacent in this country, there will never be any real change to the world because no one cares enough to make it happen or elect someone that might be able to fix this mess. I really do think we need a complete overhaul of our government system, this is ridiculous. I want to only elect people who pay attention to the needs and wants of the people they're supposed to be representing, or maybe we should just get rid of Congress altogether so that way the general public can vote on every law that goes through and whether it should be a law or not. I don't know. I'm not really educated enough to figure out what the solution to this would be, but I don't think it has anything to do with keeping the same corrupt, self-serving rich assholes in office. In any case, I want to keep my reproductive rights, so none of the people that are Republican candidates for president are getting my vote. I just find it hilarious that this is what Republican has come to mean, because they used to be the polar opposite of this.
Also, speaking of reproductive rights, a judge in Texas blocked parts of a new abortion law that was ready to take effect on September 1. The law would have forced every woman who wanted an abortion to view a sonogram of her fetus/embryo and listen to its heartbeat, without exception for a woman who was the victim of rape or incest. If she was, and did not wish to view a sonogram (duh), she would have to certify in writing exactly why she didn't want to do that. I would imagine that anyone who was having an abortion would probably not want to view a sonogram. Apparently it's more important to protect the rights of a cluster of cells than the woman incubating them these days, and honestly, I don't see how that cluster of cells is more important that my wants. Once it becomes a viable living baby, we'll talk. Also, the Justice Department is starting to crack down on abortion protesters harassing women who are entering the clinics. I love how abortion protesters don't even think for a second that a woman might go into a Planned Parenthood to get a pap smear, or renew her birth control prescription, or to get free condoms, or any of the other things that happen at Planned Parenthood that have nothing to do with an abortion. For fuck's sake, people, get a grip and stop this insanity. It is no one's business but the individual's if they want an abortion. Back the hell off.
Some assholes decided to teach a female smoker a "lesson". Did you know that cigarettes actually release less harmful chemicals and gases into the air than, say, cars? And the truck in the video obviously had some illegal modifications done to it. I hope that woman called the cops or something, because she definitely did not deserve that. This is why I am against anti-smoking laws. Who cares if they are smoking? I think it's fine if people are smoking outside of public gathering places. I'm still working on quitting, so I can speak from the perspective of a smoker. I have never been comfortable smoking in bars and restaurants that allow it, preferring to go outside. I'm always mindful of blowing the smoke away from others as much as possible. I try to be as fucking considerate as possible, but these guys? If they did that shit to me, I'd hunt them down and blow an entire pack's worth of smoke directly into their eyeballs. And then kick them in their balls. Fuck you, anonymous truck-driving assholes.
I really like wildlife photography. It's not something that I sit around and talk about at length or anything, because that's just not very interesting, but sometimes there are photographs that just grab you and scream to be talked about. These photos of lions are some of that kind of photograph. The facial expressions are just incredible. Lions are beautiful.
Also, desert sunset photos. Because this particular jet trail looks like a tornado, and these are beautiful photographs.
I really like the concept of store pets. It's just something that's always appealed to me, and here is a case of a cat that is 19 years old and has lived in a hardware store for 15 years. That is so awesome.
This is what happens when you get bored and have a colicky baby. Pretty cute, actually.
I think if more companies did this, the world would be more awesome. This is seriously awesome.
There was a tree in Brooklyn called "The Vagina Tree" because it, well, looked like a vagina. Hurricane Irene decided this would never do and knocked it down. Poor Vagina Tree.
Of course someone would be offended by the most awesome cutting board in the history of everything ever, but I'm not, because it's pretty freaking terrific. S thinks so, too. Also, I discovered that ThinkGeek already has them in their inventory yesterday morning, so I am now biding my time until I can afford to completely furnish my kitchen with ThinkGeek merchandise.
And now I'm finally done with this post, which took about four hours, due to having a very long phone call when I was halfway done.
Monday, August 29, 2011
Winter Clothes, Laundry Success, and Rediscovering Music
I often completely forget about the existence of some songs. I will hear a song, love it, and then years later be reminded of it (usually because of a Wikipedia trawl), and be horrified that I don't have it on my iPod. I rediscovered Gone Till November by Wyclef Jean last night while I was reading Wikipedia articles about the previous MTV Video Music Awards shows, from back when they had a huge selection of categories and were actually about music. Anyway, Gone Till November won an award in 1998, and I remember seeing the music video on MTV, because it was right around the time I started watching MTV. (That makes me old, the fact that I can remember when MTV and VH1 had actual music videos broadcasting in the daytime.) But I loved that song, and I forgot all about it, so I am very happy to have rediscovered it. Now once I get all the music off the other computer and reorganize on this computer (J is pretty sure it's the motherboard that's gone bad, but he didn't even check to see if the power button is broken or not, so it could be that, too), I will have the ability to see what I do and don't have, and make sure I haven't already gotten it and just forgotten about it. Because that would be annoying, and I tend to do that rather often.
Anyway, I finished the laundry today. My shirt also arrived, which I'm very excited about, and it's now washed and dried and sitting in my dresser waiting for me to wear it. S and I are picking up the bras tomorrow sometime, after we go to the library to print the email confirmation to prove that I am in fact the person who bought the damn things, and then there will (hopefully) be new bras! Woo! Also, folding sheets is awful and I do not recommend it to anyone who wants to keep their sanity. But there's only one load of dirty clothing right now, and I need to wash the comforters, and that is it. Everything else is clean. I can't say put away because Girl Child won't let me put her clothes away for her and all she does is stuff them in a random part of her dresser and then wonder why nothing fits. All the rest of the clothes are put away, though, except for a few of S's because the dresser simply doesn't have the capacity for more. And the closet is so full I couldn't fit another thing in there if I was Hagrid. I'm feeling pretty good about the state of the laundry, though - it's whittled down to a point where I'll only need to do about a load a day, probably.
I actually had a disagreement with Girl Child about that. She doesn't see why I should want the laundry to be completely done. Because she doesn't care, and she doesn't think it matters. Sometimes I really just want to grab her and shake her - but I'll just fantasize about shoving a banana up her nose instead. (No worries, no crabby hormonal teenagers were harmed in the making of this blog.) Besides, the banana threat worked fairly well as a laugh-inducer earlier, even if she didn't bother doing any of the things I asked her to do until I nagged her about it. I would fall over in a dead faint if I discover tomorrow that she actually bothered to put her sheets on her bed like I told her to. I'm really frustrated with her right now, can you tell?
I spent this morning baby-sitting the Toddler because S didn't get to sleep until after 4:00 this morning and he woke up at 5:30, so at 8:00, she decided to get me up and ask me to take care of him until later. She got another three hours of sleep, which I guess is something. Unfortunately, there was so little coffee left in the house that what I ended up making was like weak tea. It was very sad. J was up until about 6:00 this evening (so almost 24 hours), so I had a little back-up when I was alone with the Toddler, and the day was generally a good one. Dealing with Girl Child was frustrating, the Toddler was both a giant butthead and really sweet, J was mostly playing on his computer and quiet, and S was S. The highlight of my day was playing Final Fantasy X. I'm finally ready to admit that I'm a little over-leveled - I killed Seymour in the battle on Gagazet so quickly that I barely got everyone in on the AP for the battle.
While I was folding the laundry this afternoon, the Toddler hung out with me. I stuck him in the crib while I was playing music and managed to get a decent amount done until he decided he wanted to go back to the living room. It was actually a pretty cool way to fold the laundry, too. I sang to him and he'd either "sing" or start to dance, and then he'd throw one of his stuffed animals at me and start screaming for no apparent reason. He's adorable.
I just heard a weird noise. It sounded like air rapidly leaking from an air mattress, and I was a bit startled, as it started very suddenly, so I began looking all around the living room for the sound, only to discover it was S, with her cheeks puffed out, blowing out air through her mouth. I told her that I was very startled by the noise and had thought it was a giant balloon or air mattress I'd somehow not noticed in the living room leaking air, which she thought was very funny. Then I said, "Oh, you're just leaking again," and she said, "Occasionally I just plug the hole with something.. You know, food, drink, cock, whatever."
Yeah, that's what it's like to live here.
Anyway, I had more stuff to write about. Oh, yes. This evening, I went through the stuff I have stored in totes downstairs (this is what my life boils down to - totes) so I could get all my winter clothes sorted out and ready for when it gets cold. Not that I really need them - if I wear a long-sleeved shirt, I only need a light sweater when it's 30 degrees outside. I barely wore my coat at all. Not that it fits anymore - my chest has gotten too big to button it, and it was the biggest size Kohl's had in that style, and was the first girly coat I've ever owned. I'm a little disappointed, but maybe I'll shrink a little once I lose some weight. Anyway, I got my small supply of winter clothes out and took the clothes that I never, ever wear downstairs to keep down there. They're all clothes that will count as work clothes if I ever manage to get a job, so they'll have to come back up once that happens, unless I have a uniform or something, but for now, they're fine downstairs. Especially since most of them barely make it over my stupid boobs right now. (Hence, new bra.)
Anyway, the hat I made last summer (I made a whole set for myself - scarf, hat, and two sets of arm warmers) finally looks good on me now that my hair has grown out - it looked really stupid last year. Which reminds me, I need to get my ass in gear on the hat I'm making for S so she can wear it with the scarf I made for her last year. Hopefully I'll be able to make Girl Child's Ravenclaw scarf soon, too - she'll like having that.
My hair is sort of long enough to braid. It's not a braid I'd ever wear out of the house, because it's all stubby and it'd fall apart in three seconds if I was moving around at all, but it's good for just sitting here.
Anyway, I'm really tired, and there isn't really a whole lot else to say.
Anyway, I finished the laundry today. My shirt also arrived, which I'm very excited about, and it's now washed and dried and sitting in my dresser waiting for me to wear it. S and I are picking up the bras tomorrow sometime, after we go to the library to print the email confirmation to prove that I am in fact the person who bought the damn things, and then there will (hopefully) be new bras! Woo! Also, folding sheets is awful and I do not recommend it to anyone who wants to keep their sanity. But there's only one load of dirty clothing right now, and I need to wash the comforters, and that is it. Everything else is clean. I can't say put away because Girl Child won't let me put her clothes away for her and all she does is stuff them in a random part of her dresser and then wonder why nothing fits. All the rest of the clothes are put away, though, except for a few of S's because the dresser simply doesn't have the capacity for more. And the closet is so full I couldn't fit another thing in there if I was Hagrid. I'm feeling pretty good about the state of the laundry, though - it's whittled down to a point where I'll only need to do about a load a day, probably.
I actually had a disagreement with Girl Child about that. She doesn't see why I should want the laundry to be completely done. Because she doesn't care, and she doesn't think it matters. Sometimes I really just want to grab her and shake her - but I'll just fantasize about shoving a banana up her nose instead. (No worries, no crabby hormonal teenagers were harmed in the making of this blog.) Besides, the banana threat worked fairly well as a laugh-inducer earlier, even if she didn't bother doing any of the things I asked her to do until I nagged her about it. I would fall over in a dead faint if I discover tomorrow that she actually bothered to put her sheets on her bed like I told her to. I'm really frustrated with her right now, can you tell?
I spent this morning baby-sitting the Toddler because S didn't get to sleep until after 4:00 this morning and he woke up at 5:30, so at 8:00, she decided to get me up and ask me to take care of him until later. She got another three hours of sleep, which I guess is something. Unfortunately, there was so little coffee left in the house that what I ended up making was like weak tea. It was very sad. J was up until about 6:00 this evening (so almost 24 hours), so I had a little back-up when I was alone with the Toddler, and the day was generally a good one. Dealing with Girl Child was frustrating, the Toddler was both a giant butthead and really sweet, J was mostly playing on his computer and quiet, and S was S. The highlight of my day was playing Final Fantasy X. I'm finally ready to admit that I'm a little over-leveled - I killed Seymour in the battle on Gagazet so quickly that I barely got everyone in on the AP for the battle.
While I was folding the laundry this afternoon, the Toddler hung out with me. I stuck him in the crib while I was playing music and managed to get a decent amount done until he decided he wanted to go back to the living room. It was actually a pretty cool way to fold the laundry, too. I sang to him and he'd either "sing" or start to dance, and then he'd throw one of his stuffed animals at me and start screaming for no apparent reason. He's adorable.
I just heard a weird noise. It sounded like air rapidly leaking from an air mattress, and I was a bit startled, as it started very suddenly, so I began looking all around the living room for the sound, only to discover it was S, with her cheeks puffed out, blowing out air through her mouth. I told her that I was very startled by the noise and had thought it was a giant balloon or air mattress I'd somehow not noticed in the living room leaking air, which she thought was very funny. Then I said, "Oh, you're just leaking again," and she said, "Occasionally I just plug the hole with something.. You know, food, drink, cock, whatever."
Yeah, that's what it's like to live here.
Anyway, I had more stuff to write about. Oh, yes. This evening, I went through the stuff I have stored in totes downstairs (this is what my life boils down to - totes) so I could get all my winter clothes sorted out and ready for when it gets cold. Not that I really need them - if I wear a long-sleeved shirt, I only need a light sweater when it's 30 degrees outside. I barely wore my coat at all. Not that it fits anymore - my chest has gotten too big to button it, and it was the biggest size Kohl's had in that style, and was the first girly coat I've ever owned. I'm a little disappointed, but maybe I'll shrink a little once I lose some weight. Anyway, I got my small supply of winter clothes out and took the clothes that I never, ever wear downstairs to keep down there. They're all clothes that will count as work clothes if I ever manage to get a job, so they'll have to come back up once that happens, unless I have a uniform or something, but for now, they're fine downstairs. Especially since most of them barely make it over my stupid boobs right now. (Hence, new bra.)
Anyway, the hat I made last summer (I made a whole set for myself - scarf, hat, and two sets of arm warmers) finally looks good on me now that my hair has grown out - it looked really stupid last year. Which reminds me, I need to get my ass in gear on the hat I'm making for S so she can wear it with the scarf I made for her last year. Hopefully I'll be able to make Girl Child's Ravenclaw scarf soon, too - she'll like having that.
My hair is sort of long enough to braid. It's not a braid I'd ever wear out of the house, because it's all stubby and it'd fall apart in three seconds if I was moving around at all, but it's good for just sitting here.
Anyway, I'm really tired, and there isn't really a whole lot else to say.
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Harry Potter and the VMAs
It's been a few days. I haven't had much to say, really, so things have been boring! Sorry!
Anyway, today I finally saw Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Part 2. I was really irritated by some of the (unnecessary) changes that were made to the movie, including the HUGE plot change at the beginning of the Battle of Hogwarts. I also cried from the point where Harry speaks briefly with Snape until just before the end of the battle. I was really disappointed, though, all in all - they could have done it more justice. I'm so glad Pottermore will be open in October, I'm looking forward to stuff that is actually canon. At least I'll always have the books.
This afternoon was fairly uneventful - I got a migraine from a combination of lack of caffeine and attempting to stop crying and probably eyestrain and had to take a nap, had to suffer through a millionth viewing of a Pirates of the Caribbean movie, and heard a funny story about the Toddler.
The Toddler was not very pleased at being left behind when S dropped me off at the movie theater this morning. (I went to the first showing they had available so it would be super cheap.) When S got him ready to go pick me up, he ran to the door and said, "Me? Meee? Me! Meee!" When they got outside, he chanted "ME!" while looking everywhere for me before S told him that they had to go bye-bye to get me. So he ran to the side of the car his car seat is on and tried to open the door himself. Then he checked the car for me. When I got in the car, he said, "Me!" It was pretty cute. He does the exact same thing, only with a lot more crying and screaming, whenever S leaves the house with M or to make a quick trip to the grocery store when he's awake and left in my care. I imagine he also didn't spend the two hours I was gone asking for me, either, like he does when S is gone. ("Ma? Mom? Ma? Mama? Ma? Mom? Mommm!" Imagine this protracted over the course of two hours, broken up by tantrums and staring at the television.) Moral of the story? Toddlers are a strange species.
I finally repolished my toenails tonight. This is probably the most exciting thing I've done in weeks. They're very dark, because it's getting to be fall and they should stay polished long enough for the weather to cool off so I can stop sweating profusely every time I move. Fuck summer. I had many problems polishing my toenails, too. There was less than an ounce of nail polish remover left in the bottle, and Girl Child managed to lose her bottle, so I had to be very careful when using it to make sure I got all the old polish off on the first try. Then, of course, the color I wanted to use died, so I grabbed the OPI bottle of black that was in the hallway, only to discover that the (almost completely full) bottle was permanently stuck shut. J couldn't get it open when Girl Child asked him to earlier today, so he didn't even try when I asked him. S saved the day with a different bottle of black that has reddish undertones, which was actually pretty cool and closer to what I was originally going for.
Speaking of sweating, S thinks I might have a thyroid problem. Gahoogy-hoo. I really need to get to a doctor sometime soon and figure out what all my myriad problems are.
Wearing my glow in the dark Toy Story shirt to the theater today would have been way more awesome if I'd ever been in a room that was actually completely black. On the other hand, it is totally entertaining to get under the covers and look at my shirt. Yes, I am easily entertained, and I do find it hilarious when Sunshine chases (and catches) her tail.
So tonight, after the nail polishing, S and I watched the MTV Video Music Awards. What a waste of time that turned out to be. I was so disappointed. It was completely moronic, Lady Gaga was pretending to be a man again, which was really irritating, and the only good performance was Adele. She was stunning. Her nails were a little scary, though. 30 Seconds to Mars was nominated for Best Direction, Best Cinematography, and Best Editing, which was why S wanted to watch it, but they didn't even show those on the broadcast. And they didn't win. I don't know who did, but that was pretty disappointing, especially since we got treated to a Lil Wayne performance before it immediately cut to the stupidest show I've ever had the misfortune to find myself watching in my life. It was called I Just Want My Pants Back. It was filmed very much in the style of another MTV show called Undressed, which was on in 1998, except with hipsters instead of college students. Snarky hipsters who don't behave like any normal person I've ever seen.
Basically, MTV is a travesty, and really needs to find a new name for themselves, since I haven't even heard of a music video being featured on MTV in at least five years. The whole thing was a train wreck. One part that was good was when some guy I've never heard of named Rick Ross was in his "dressing room" in a pre-recorded segment, and he was painting and pretending to be Bob Ross. That was absolutely hilarious. "Happy little tree... right there. Happy little trees."
Anyway. I hope I never have the misfortune to ever have to watch MTV again for the rest of my life. I don't care if that makes me old, I like quality music, and almost none of that was quality. It was pulp.
I have a lot of links. Because I am a lazy blogger. Crap.
Links Round-Up Ahoy! (Apparently it's a nautical edition.)
GameStop is a bunch of jackasses, and they'll be lucky if I ever set foot in one of their stores again after this stunt. I might apply for a job with them, though, but I will never shop there. I like my games unopened and unsullied, thanks.
Ron Paul finds FEMA unnecessary. Oh boy. I really do wonder which of the Republican candidates are going to terrify me into voting for Obama in the 2012 election, even though I was already pretty sure I was going to vote for him anyway unless someone truly awesome came along.
I'm disturbed by what some people label as unsafe. I don't think radio waves are harmful. I don't know why anyone ever would. And of course this crazy woman is homeschooling her kids! This is just as bad as that genderless baby. I wonder if they're friends?
Corporations suck. I want a job. Fuck the fucking shareholders.
I love Bad Translator.
You know, I want to make a Jayne Cobb hat. I would totally wear it. I do not, however, think it is a good idea to cosplay as a Jayne Cobb hat. What the hell.
Also, vote for my Rage Comic. I really want to make the front page.
(This blog title was so easy!! Haha!)
And now, I go to bed.
Anyway, today I finally saw Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Part 2. I was really irritated by some of the (unnecessary) changes that were made to the movie, including the HUGE plot change at the beginning of the Battle of Hogwarts. I also cried from the point where Harry speaks briefly with Snape until just before the end of the battle. I was really disappointed, though, all in all - they could have done it more justice. I'm so glad Pottermore will be open in October, I'm looking forward to stuff that is actually canon. At least I'll always have the books.
This afternoon was fairly uneventful - I got a migraine from a combination of lack of caffeine and attempting to stop crying and probably eyestrain and had to take a nap, had to suffer through a millionth viewing of a Pirates of the Caribbean movie, and heard a funny story about the Toddler.
The Toddler was not very pleased at being left behind when S dropped me off at the movie theater this morning. (I went to the first showing they had available so it would be super cheap.) When S got him ready to go pick me up, he ran to the door and said, "Me? Meee? Me! Meee!" When they got outside, he chanted "ME!" while looking everywhere for me before S told him that they had to go bye-bye to get me. So he ran to the side of the car his car seat is on and tried to open the door himself. Then he checked the car for me. When I got in the car, he said, "Me!" It was pretty cute. He does the exact same thing, only with a lot more crying and screaming, whenever S leaves the house with M or to make a quick trip to the grocery store when he's awake and left in my care. I imagine he also didn't spend the two hours I was gone asking for me, either, like he does when S is gone. ("Ma? Mom? Ma? Mama? Ma? Mom? Mommm!" Imagine this protracted over the course of two hours, broken up by tantrums and staring at the television.) Moral of the story? Toddlers are a strange species.
I finally repolished my toenails tonight. This is probably the most exciting thing I've done in weeks. They're very dark, because it's getting to be fall and they should stay polished long enough for the weather to cool off so I can stop sweating profusely every time I move. Fuck summer. I had many problems polishing my toenails, too. There was less than an ounce of nail polish remover left in the bottle, and Girl Child managed to lose her bottle, so I had to be very careful when using it to make sure I got all the old polish off on the first try. Then, of course, the color I wanted to use died, so I grabbed the OPI bottle of black that was in the hallway, only to discover that the (almost completely full) bottle was permanently stuck shut. J couldn't get it open when Girl Child asked him to earlier today, so he didn't even try when I asked him. S saved the day with a different bottle of black that has reddish undertones, which was actually pretty cool and closer to what I was originally going for.
Speaking of sweating, S thinks I might have a thyroid problem. Gahoogy-hoo. I really need to get to a doctor sometime soon and figure out what all my myriad problems are.
Wearing my glow in the dark Toy Story shirt to the theater today would have been way more awesome if I'd ever been in a room that was actually completely black. On the other hand, it is totally entertaining to get under the covers and look at my shirt. Yes, I am easily entertained, and I do find it hilarious when Sunshine chases (and catches) her tail.
So tonight, after the nail polishing, S and I watched the MTV Video Music Awards. What a waste of time that turned out to be. I was so disappointed. It was completely moronic, Lady Gaga was pretending to be a man again, which was really irritating, and the only good performance was Adele. She was stunning. Her nails were a little scary, though. 30 Seconds to Mars was nominated for Best Direction, Best Cinematography, and Best Editing, which was why S wanted to watch it, but they didn't even show those on the broadcast. And they didn't win. I don't know who did, but that was pretty disappointing, especially since we got treated to a Lil Wayne performance before it immediately cut to the stupidest show I've ever had the misfortune to find myself watching in my life. It was called I Just Want My Pants Back. It was filmed very much in the style of another MTV show called Undressed, which was on in 1998, except with hipsters instead of college students. Snarky hipsters who don't behave like any normal person I've ever seen.
Basically, MTV is a travesty, and really needs to find a new name for themselves, since I haven't even heard of a music video being featured on MTV in at least five years. The whole thing was a train wreck. One part that was good was when some guy I've never heard of named Rick Ross was in his "dressing room" in a pre-recorded segment, and he was painting and pretending to be Bob Ross. That was absolutely hilarious. "Happy little tree... right there. Happy little trees."
Anyway. I hope I never have the misfortune to ever have to watch MTV again for the rest of my life. I don't care if that makes me old, I like quality music, and almost none of that was quality. It was pulp.
I have a lot of links. Because I am a lazy blogger. Crap.
Links Round-Up Ahoy! (Apparently it's a nautical edition.)
GameStop is a bunch of jackasses, and they'll be lucky if I ever set foot in one of their stores again after this stunt. I might apply for a job with them, though, but I will never shop there. I like my games unopened and unsullied, thanks.
Ron Paul finds FEMA unnecessary. Oh boy. I really do wonder which of the Republican candidates are going to terrify me into voting for Obama in the 2012 election, even though I was already pretty sure I was going to vote for him anyway unless someone truly awesome came along.
I'm disturbed by what some people label as unsafe. I don't think radio waves are harmful. I don't know why anyone ever would. And of course this crazy woman is homeschooling her kids! This is just as bad as that genderless baby. I wonder if they're friends?
Corporations suck. I want a job. Fuck the fucking shareholders.
I love Bad Translator.
You know, I want to make a Jayne Cobb hat. I would totally wear it. I do not, however, think it is a good idea to cosplay as a Jayne Cobb hat. What the hell.
Also, vote for my Rage Comic. I really want to make the front page.
(This blog title was so easy!! Haha!)
And now, I go to bed.
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Telemarketer Torture and Sad Memories
Today has been kind of weird. I spent a good portion of the day talking to C, who I haven't really had the opportunity to talk to at great length in years due to circumstances, about recent and ancient history. There aren't a whole lot of people that I talk to now who knew me well when I was a teenager, so it's a bit of a different experience. I can't say E, LK, or JHB fit into that category - JHB never talks about much other than his interests, and I wasn't as close to him at the beginning of high school as I was to C.
Anyway, talking to someone who knew me so well during that time period is a little weird in some ways, but it's also pretty awesome. Anyway, that was the primary activity of the day, talking about all manner of subjects. We basically picked up the friendship where it got left off in 2005, except with higher maturity levels. It's different to talk to him now. I can't explain why, as I'm in a weird state of mind and I'm having a hard time stringing a sentence together.
S tortured a telemarketer for 20 minutes today. He wouldn't let her hang up, so it's his own fault. He was really desperate for her to pay for a vacation to Branson. Eventually the Toddler got bored, and this resulted in a lot of noise between me trying to contain him and him screaming, and it became a hilarious phone conversation with a really weird telemarketer who wouldn't let her hang up. She kept telling him she didn't have money for that, and he'd suggest J was hiding money or that maybe I was hiding money, and suggested she tell the Toddler to go play in the sandbox and told her how he teases his kids with telling them to play in traffic. Seriously crazy telemarketer. Actually, at one point, I shouted at her that the kitchen was on fire in an attempt to get him to let her hang up.
The Toddler nearly broke the TV screen today because he decided to start smacking it. Fun.
J woke up really early today, when I was laying the Toddler down for a nap, so once the Toddler got up, I was really excited, thinking I'd finally have the opportunity to fold the laundry in peace, but I only managed the kids' laundry before J came in to say he needed to take a nap, so I still have about five loads of laundry to fold. Crap.
Today's been boring. As usual. I think I may watch Firefly again tonight while folding laundry so I can get it put the hell away. Speaking of putting laundry away, I'm really annoyed with Girl Child, who won't let me put her laundry away and won't do it herself. I had that dresser completely neat and she dumped everything out of it all over everywhere in her room. And she's hogging a good basket because she won't put away the clothes I just folded for her. Ridiculous.
I really need to get enough sleep consistently every night. I'm always so tired. And I'm having memory problems, which may or may not be related to lack of sleep. I completely forgot what happened this morning.
My ex-fiance sent my stuff back to me from England, and it arrived this morning. Two mugs I'd forgotten about (he forgot the fridge magnets, though, which upsets me a little, but I'll live), some clothes, a crocheting project I started in 2007 and never finished, a bathing suit that's way too small for me, a purse I'd forgotten about leaving there, and the bucket we collected seashells and sea glass in when we went to Scarborough. This was the only thing that made me cry. It was broken when it arrived, too, so it had to be thrown away. The Toddler kept trying to steal it from me. I hadn't expected it to be so painful, getting all that stuff back.
Anyway. There's really not much to say after that. It's really too bad this is such a depressing note to leave this on, but there isn't much more to say. I feel like crap. Today was just totally lame. There were good parts, but my current state of mind says that today was a really dumb day. I think I just need to sleep. I'm just exhausted and kind of crabby. Hopefully I'll have something interesting to write about in a day or two when I stop feeling like this.
Anyway, talking to someone who knew me so well during that time period is a little weird in some ways, but it's also pretty awesome. Anyway, that was the primary activity of the day, talking about all manner of subjects. We basically picked up the friendship where it got left off in 2005, except with higher maturity levels. It's different to talk to him now. I can't explain why, as I'm in a weird state of mind and I'm having a hard time stringing a sentence together.
S tortured a telemarketer for 20 minutes today. He wouldn't let her hang up, so it's his own fault. He was really desperate for her to pay for a vacation to Branson. Eventually the Toddler got bored, and this resulted in a lot of noise between me trying to contain him and him screaming, and it became a hilarious phone conversation with a really weird telemarketer who wouldn't let her hang up. She kept telling him she didn't have money for that, and he'd suggest J was hiding money or that maybe I was hiding money, and suggested she tell the Toddler to go play in the sandbox and told her how he teases his kids with telling them to play in traffic. Seriously crazy telemarketer. Actually, at one point, I shouted at her that the kitchen was on fire in an attempt to get him to let her hang up.
The Toddler nearly broke the TV screen today because he decided to start smacking it. Fun.
J woke up really early today, when I was laying the Toddler down for a nap, so once the Toddler got up, I was really excited, thinking I'd finally have the opportunity to fold the laundry in peace, but I only managed the kids' laundry before J came in to say he needed to take a nap, so I still have about five loads of laundry to fold. Crap.
Today's been boring. As usual. I think I may watch Firefly again tonight while folding laundry so I can get it put the hell away. Speaking of putting laundry away, I'm really annoyed with Girl Child, who won't let me put her laundry away and won't do it herself. I had that dresser completely neat and she dumped everything out of it all over everywhere in her room. And she's hogging a good basket because she won't put away the clothes I just folded for her. Ridiculous.
I really need to get enough sleep consistently every night. I'm always so tired. And I'm having memory problems, which may or may not be related to lack of sleep. I completely forgot what happened this morning.
My ex-fiance sent my stuff back to me from England, and it arrived this morning. Two mugs I'd forgotten about (he forgot the fridge magnets, though, which upsets me a little, but I'll live), some clothes, a crocheting project I started in 2007 and never finished, a bathing suit that's way too small for me, a purse I'd forgotten about leaving there, and the bucket we collected seashells and sea glass in when we went to Scarborough. This was the only thing that made me cry. It was broken when it arrived, too, so it had to be thrown away. The Toddler kept trying to steal it from me. I hadn't expected it to be so painful, getting all that stuff back.
Anyway. There's really not much to say after that. It's really too bad this is such a depressing note to leave this on, but there isn't much more to say. I feel like crap. Today was just totally lame. There were good parts, but my current state of mind says that today was a really dumb day. I think I just need to sleep. I'm just exhausted and kind of crabby. Hopefully I'll have something interesting to write about in a day or two when I stop feeling like this.
Friday, August 19, 2011
Power Outage, Storm Damage, and a Link Round-Up
I was going to write a second blog post last night before going to bed. There was going to be a link round-up and I was going to post some updated pictures of the doggies, because doggies are awesome. But, the weather decided that wasn't happening. We had some serious storms last night (one of my links is about that), and we lost power a little before midnight last night. It didn't come back on until about 6:30 this morning, so I'm just happy that Firefox saved my tabs, because I hadn't bookmarked my links or anything yet.
Anyway, about the storm - it was really cool to watch it come in before we realized how bad it was going to get. Both kids were in bed and I'd just finished up my evening session of Final Fantasy X (this is something like my sixth time playing that game, but will only be the third time I've actually finished it, if I do), and S suddenly said that a huge storm was coming in with straight-line winds and possibly hail. Of course, because we're weather people, we went outside to watch it come in. It was actually really awesome, there was a lot of cloud-to-cloud lightning in the storm, and I could see its progression by where the lightning was in relation to me - it started out only being north of us, and within five minutes was directly over us, and the wind went from almost completely calm to about 20 miles per hour, and it was just starting to rain a little bit when we suddenly had a huge 60 mile per hour gust. The wind was groaning; I was absolutely terrified that there was a tornado and that the sirens weren't going off like they're supposed to, but S told me that it was because of the way the wind was blowing through something. We had to run for the door to get back inside because we were getting a lot of debris, and we both got some small bits in our eyes.
A few minutes after we came in, the power went out momentarily before going out completely a couple minutes later. I started spazzing out because power outages freak me out (the only reason I was freaked by the storm was because I was terrified a tree was going to fall on the house), but S totally kept her head and just went and started lighting the million candles we have around the house, which gave us enough illumination to see. I imagine that's what it looked like in here when the original owners of this house lived here, back when it was a farm in the middle of nowhere and there wasn't electricity.
Of course, no event can happen without the dogs going completely nuts at some point, and they decided they were in love with my flashlight and chased me all over the house. They were really excited the whole time and both really wanted to go outside, but I wouldn't let them because I like having alive doggies.
While the power was out, S stepped outside to see why there were so many emergency vehicles around and to see if it was just our house that was out or if it was the whole block (it was), and I stepped out to see if I could see anything else and whether the dead tree branch in the front yard was still up or not, but my trip outside was abruptly aborted when a giant flash of lightning exploded right above me (it felt like it was, anyway), and then there was this massive clap of thunder immediately afterward while I was frantically scrambling with the door to get inside. I spent about half a second feeling sure I was about to die.
When S went to bed, I had to leave a few of the candles in the living room burning because I'm so afraid of power outages. I think it's because the house is too quiet and dark and I have a vivid imagination. Somehow, I managed to fall asleep, only to be woken by J coming home from work around 6:30, which was immediately followed by the power coming back on. I managed to stay mostly asleep until probably about 8:00, though, so I definitely got enough sleep to function, which was nice.
Anyway, S and I went to QuikTrip this morning, and on the way there, we'd seen a little bit of storm damage, so decided to drive around the neighborhood before going home and discovered houses that barely escaped being crushed by trees and one street was so blocked off by fallen trees that we had to turn around and go a different way, which led us past the neighborhood elementary school, which is right next to a little park. That park was seriously torn up. A giant walnut tree directly next to the playground had completely broken and landed in the middle of the playground equipment, breaking the only bench.
Later today, after J went to bed, S and I took the Toddler out to that park to get a look at all the damage. Clean-up crews had already done some work moving the branches out of there in the two hours since we'd seen it last, and while I was impressed with the speed and efficiency that they were showing, I was a little disappointed that I didn't get to come earlier to get pictures of the damage before it was touched. It was pretty impressive. I saw at least three uprooted trees, lots of torn up limbs, and just general debris. S and I are pretty sure that there was an undetected F1 or F2 tornado last night, judging by all the damage. I took many pictures. The Toddler got really excited on the playground equipment (it was safe to play on, miraculously) and decided his face was an excellent tool for descending stairs, which is also known as sliding down metal stairs with your face. That kid is seriously resilient: he didn't even cry; he was just really startled to find himself upside down on the stairs.
Anyway, we decided to leave the park when the crew that was removing all the trees came back from what I assume was their lunch break, and drove past a pretty impressive downed tree across a yard. It had missed the house by only a few feet. After I picked my book up from the library, which I've been waiting to read for six months, we drove by it again so we could get some pictures. It was truly epic. I know getting it out of there will be a bitch, but those people are incredibly lucky that their house is still standing.
After we got home, I decided to take a walk around the neighborhood to chronicle some of the damage. I found two possible culprits for our power outage in this area last night - a huge tree on the main road we live on, about a block away from us, had fallen and hit the power pole, which is now leaning awkwardly over the street, and the lines are all screwed up. There was also a couple of awesome evergreen trees I always liked that were covered in thick vines on a side street, which broke and hit the lines there, too.
Okay, so now that I've dithered on for pages about the storm and the resulting damage, let's move on. I've been talking to E today, at least when I've been home, and she's decided that we must go on a vacation somewhere together. The lunatic wants to go to Europe, somewhere like Italy or France, where neither of us speak a word (or at least a complete sentence) of the native language, or somewhere ridiculously expensive like Australia. I suggested Iceland as a joke, and then Canada, because if we went to Victoria, we could also visit Seattle, which I don't think she's ever seen. She shot both down, so I suggested Alaska. She surprised me and greeted that idea with some enthusiasm. Of course, we'd have to go shopping to get supplies like hiking boots, so it'll have to be after I get a job, and oh god, I'd need about three extra memory cards and a whole case of damn batteries for my stupid camera. This is going to be awhile off, anyway, due to the me not having a job thing. But she's planning on coming back for a visit soon so we can truly hang out and spend some time together, instead of the short, fleeting visits we've been having for the last few years.
I tried to get in contact with the driver's license bureau again today, and once again, I was hung up on because they have no hold system. I'm so sick of that crap. I just want to know if I'm ever getting unsuspended or not, because I'd really like to get a driver's license so I can try to fix everything else. Seriously.
So, that's about all I have to say.
Links Round-Up
Apparently, Missouri got the worst of the storm last night, so I'm feeling very lucky to be living on this side of the state line, especially since we got our power back so quickly compared to the poor people on the Missouri side, some of which are still without power.
I doubt that this will ever actually work, unless some truly motivated, good-hearted people are very involved in the process, but it's a pretty cool idea.
Pottermore is now in full beta, due to be open to the public sometime in October. This article makes me wish desperately that I'd gotten into the beta. I'm very impatient to see what all the content will be like. Also, I'll never be bored again.
Anderson Cooper completely loses it on live television and giggles like a girl. Hilarious.
Animals with their heads stuck in things. Because. Just because.
Some of these things were some of my favorite things to eat when I was younger, and I'm very sad that they're gone. Seriously, bring Surge back, Coca-Cola!
(Also, this post had a ridiculous amount of technical difficulties!)
Anyway, about the storm - it was really cool to watch it come in before we realized how bad it was going to get. Both kids were in bed and I'd just finished up my evening session of Final Fantasy X (this is something like my sixth time playing that game, but will only be the third time I've actually finished it, if I do), and S suddenly said that a huge storm was coming in with straight-line winds and possibly hail. Of course, because we're weather people, we went outside to watch it come in. It was actually really awesome, there was a lot of cloud-to-cloud lightning in the storm, and I could see its progression by where the lightning was in relation to me - it started out only being north of us, and within five minutes was directly over us, and the wind went from almost completely calm to about 20 miles per hour, and it was just starting to rain a little bit when we suddenly had a huge 60 mile per hour gust. The wind was groaning; I was absolutely terrified that there was a tornado and that the sirens weren't going off like they're supposed to, but S told me that it was because of the way the wind was blowing through something. We had to run for the door to get back inside because we were getting a lot of debris, and we both got some small bits in our eyes.
A few minutes after we came in, the power went out momentarily before going out completely a couple minutes later. I started spazzing out because power outages freak me out (the only reason I was freaked by the storm was because I was terrified a tree was going to fall on the house), but S totally kept her head and just went and started lighting the million candles we have around the house, which gave us enough illumination to see. I imagine that's what it looked like in here when the original owners of this house lived here, back when it was a farm in the middle of nowhere and there wasn't electricity.
Of course, no event can happen without the dogs going completely nuts at some point, and they decided they were in love with my flashlight and chased me all over the house. They were really excited the whole time and both really wanted to go outside, but I wouldn't let them because I like having alive doggies.
While the power was out, S stepped outside to see why there were so many emergency vehicles around and to see if it was just our house that was out or if it was the whole block (it was), and I stepped out to see if I could see anything else and whether the dead tree branch in the front yard was still up or not, but my trip outside was abruptly aborted when a giant flash of lightning exploded right above me (it felt like it was, anyway), and then there was this massive clap of thunder immediately afterward while I was frantically scrambling with the door to get inside. I spent about half a second feeling sure I was about to die.
When S went to bed, I had to leave a few of the candles in the living room burning because I'm so afraid of power outages. I think it's because the house is too quiet and dark and I have a vivid imagination. Somehow, I managed to fall asleep, only to be woken by J coming home from work around 6:30, which was immediately followed by the power coming back on. I managed to stay mostly asleep until probably about 8:00, though, so I definitely got enough sleep to function, which was nice.
Anyway, S and I went to QuikTrip this morning, and on the way there, we'd seen a little bit of storm damage, so decided to drive around the neighborhood before going home and discovered houses that barely escaped being crushed by trees and one street was so blocked off by fallen trees that we had to turn around and go a different way, which led us past the neighborhood elementary school, which is right next to a little park. That park was seriously torn up. A giant walnut tree directly next to the playground had completely broken and landed in the middle of the playground equipment, breaking the only bench.
Later today, after J went to bed, S and I took the Toddler out to that park to get a look at all the damage. Clean-up crews had already done some work moving the branches out of there in the two hours since we'd seen it last, and while I was impressed with the speed and efficiency that they were showing, I was a little disappointed that I didn't get to come earlier to get pictures of the damage before it was touched. It was pretty impressive. I saw at least three uprooted trees, lots of torn up limbs, and just general debris. S and I are pretty sure that there was an undetected F1 or F2 tornado last night, judging by all the damage. I took many pictures. The Toddler got really excited on the playground equipment (it was safe to play on, miraculously) and decided his face was an excellent tool for descending stairs, which is also known as sliding down metal stairs with your face. That kid is seriously resilient: he didn't even cry; he was just really startled to find himself upside down on the stairs.
Anyway, we decided to leave the park when the crew that was removing all the trees came back from what I assume was their lunch break, and drove past a pretty impressive downed tree across a yard. It had missed the house by only a few feet. After I picked my book up from the library, which I've been waiting to read for six months, we drove by it again so we could get some pictures. It was truly epic. I know getting it out of there will be a bitch, but those people are incredibly lucky that their house is still standing.
After we got home, I decided to take a walk around the neighborhood to chronicle some of the damage. I found two possible culprits for our power outage in this area last night - a huge tree on the main road we live on, about a block away from us, had fallen and hit the power pole, which is now leaning awkwardly over the street, and the lines are all screwed up. There was also a couple of awesome evergreen trees I always liked that were covered in thick vines on a side street, which broke and hit the lines there, too.
Storm Damage Photos
(Click to enlarge)
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| This was the tree in the park next to the playground. |
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| These people got very lucky. |
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| This was the tree that took out our power last night. |
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| I really liked these trees and am sad about how damaged they are now. |
Okay, so now that I've dithered on for pages about the storm and the resulting damage, let's move on. I've been talking to E today, at least when I've been home, and she's decided that we must go on a vacation somewhere together. The lunatic wants to go to Europe, somewhere like Italy or France, where neither of us speak a word (or at least a complete sentence) of the native language, or somewhere ridiculously expensive like Australia. I suggested Iceland as a joke, and then Canada, because if we went to Victoria, we could also visit Seattle, which I don't think she's ever seen. She shot both down, so I suggested Alaska. She surprised me and greeted that idea with some enthusiasm. Of course, we'd have to go shopping to get supplies like hiking boots, so it'll have to be after I get a job, and oh god, I'd need about three extra memory cards and a whole case of damn batteries for my stupid camera. This is going to be awhile off, anyway, due to the me not having a job thing. But she's planning on coming back for a visit soon so we can truly hang out and spend some time together, instead of the short, fleeting visits we've been having for the last few years.
I tried to get in contact with the driver's license bureau again today, and once again, I was hung up on because they have no hold system. I'm so sick of that crap. I just want to know if I'm ever getting unsuspended or not, because I'd really like to get a driver's license so I can try to fix everything else. Seriously.
So, that's about all I have to say.
Links Round-Up
Apparently, Missouri got the worst of the storm last night, so I'm feeling very lucky to be living on this side of the state line, especially since we got our power back so quickly compared to the poor people on the Missouri side, some of which are still without power.
I doubt that this will ever actually work, unless some truly motivated, good-hearted people are very involved in the process, but it's a pretty cool idea.
Pottermore is now in full beta, due to be open to the public sometime in October. This article makes me wish desperately that I'd gotten into the beta. I'm very impatient to see what all the content will be like. Also, I'll never be bored again.
Anderson Cooper completely loses it on live television and giggles like a girl. Hilarious.
Animals with their heads stuck in things. Because. Just because.
Some of these things were some of my favorite things to eat when I was younger, and I'm very sad that they're gone. Seriously, bring Surge back, Coca-Cola!
(Also, this post had a ridiculous amount of technical difficulties!)
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Conversations and Crochet
Today, J asked me to make sure he has a clean pair of jeans, because he’s completely out of clean pairs, and since I’m the only able-bodied person who will be awake during the day, it falls to me to do it. I said to him, “How do you manage to run out of jeans, anyway? You own more pairs than anyone else I’ve ever known.” He said, “I don’t know.. they just.. end up in... places.” Then, of course, he got laughed at. I don't even know what that means!
So, anyway, I’ll be doing some laundry today, which was the plan anyway, so I’ll just make sure a pair of J’s jeans get washed. And hopefully not mix them up with Girl Child’s, which has happened before.
J and S let me sleep until 9:00, which was completely awesome of them. I love them.
Yesterday when Girl Child came home from school, she showed off her grade for her Japan report, which was a 99/100, and she was all disappointed about it because the only reason she didn’t get a perfect score was because she put one of the parts of her report in the wrong place. Anyway, J and S were rightfully impressed with her grade, and then the following conversation took place:
S: “Girl Child, you deserve a reward or something for that. I just don’t know what.” (Obviously Girl Child’s actual name was used, we don’t call her that in real life.)
Me: “We could... throw confetti at her and sing a song?”
S: *rolls up a straw wrapper, throws it at Girl Child, and makes a tootling horn noise through her hand*
We are awesomely crazy. I love living here so much. Even when my preferred breakfast condiments disappear completely.
I decided a few days ago that I was going to turn the bedspread project for when I was going to get married into an afghan. Since, y’know, I’m not getting married anymore. Anyway, I've got about half the squares I need, and am going to have to buy four more skeins of yarn so I can finish it, but I finally picked a square design I like after dozens of attempts over the last few days. I did it in Paint. Here's a picture:
Anyway, there’s not a whole lot happening right now, I think we might be going to Starbucks in a little bit, though, but that’s not terribly exciting or interesting. There's just not a whole lot going on right now, which is kind of nice.
So, anyway, I’ll be doing some laundry today, which was the plan anyway, so I’ll just make sure a pair of J’s jeans get washed. And hopefully not mix them up with Girl Child’s, which has happened before.
J and S let me sleep until 9:00, which was completely awesome of them. I love them.
Yesterday when Girl Child came home from school, she showed off her grade for her Japan report, which was a 99/100, and she was all disappointed about it because the only reason she didn’t get a perfect score was because she put one of the parts of her report in the wrong place. Anyway, J and S were rightfully impressed with her grade, and then the following conversation took place:
S: “Girl Child, you deserve a reward or something for that. I just don’t know what.” (Obviously Girl Child’s actual name was used, we don’t call her that in real life.)
Me: “We could... throw confetti at her and sing a song?”
S: *rolls up a straw wrapper, throws it at Girl Child, and makes a tootling horn noise through her hand*
We are awesomely crazy. I love living here so much. Even when my preferred breakfast condiments disappear completely.
I decided a few days ago that I was going to turn the bedspread project for when I was going to get married into an afghan. Since, y’know, I’m not getting married anymore. Anyway, I've got about half the squares I need, and am going to have to buy four more skeins of yarn so I can finish it, but I finally picked a square design I like after dozens of attempts over the last few days. I did it in Paint. Here's a picture:
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| These colors are very close to the yarn colors I'm using. |
Anyway, there’s not a whole lot happening right now, I think we might be going to Starbucks in a little bit, though, but that’s not terribly exciting or interesting. There's just not a whole lot going on right now, which is kind of nice.
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