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•March 31, 2008 • Enter your password to view comments.What a total bummer
•March 31, 2008 • 8 CommentsI was confused on my Los Angeles flight dates – it is the 2nd through 4th, but that isn’t Tuesday to Thursday, it’s Wednesday to Friday. So I won’t be in until 12:30am Saturday morning, and I’ll miss the little BSG date night Lucy and I were planning together.
I guess it’s a good sign for my affections that, though I’m bummed about missing BSG, I’m more bummed about missing the date night.
Poop.
Today’s CSL
•March 31, 2008 • 18 Comments“He should have known better. You don’t take pills from your brother, you go to the doctor.”
I agree with the sentiment, I just … don’t want to hear it.
“He tries to take the truck, you call the cops. He’s got a warrant out.”
•March 30, 2008 • 22 Comments
So, I had ethiopian the other night – not bad, not totally awesome, but the company was great. Seriously, the bread looked like tripe! We stayed up until the wee hours of the morning, and some poor fool made me (made me!) bring up I Love Bees. Which, for those who don’t know what it is, always leads to 10 minutes of me talking and them waiting for me to stop talking.
On Saturday, I finally got my tires replaced. It was expensive, but worth it – this evening was my first chance to test them, and they performed admirably in the rain. I was duct taped to the road.
I saw Lucy very briefly at the end of Vet-A-Visit, and skeedaddled to Amy and Alex’s Chocolate Formal party. It was le awesome! The house was amazing, and the food totally. kicked. my. ass. In fact, I kinda almost passed out on the overstuffed leather couch, for a bit. I left near the end so I could spend a few hours with my Lucykins.
Segue to morning, we color Pysanki eggs at A&A’s house, and I get chocolate into my trusty tupperware for later gleeful consumption before leaping home in time to grab Anne and head to Trase and George’s place.
I kept George company while he did an awesome job replacing my brake pads. We went with the ceramic pads with the lifetime warranty, so I shouldn’t have to fret about them, like, ever again. Stopping power? ACHIEVED!
We went to dinner, and damn it, George paid again. So he fixed my car in the middle of the coldest day of the weekend, while it rained (I held the umbrella), and then took us all out to dinner. That bastard is too cool for school!
While we were on the road, Anne started talking about how we need to get a formal outfit for me, one that I could use for typical situations but could also be steam-punked out with the proper accessories. As you may imagine, I was TOTALLY EXCITED BY THIS. I mean, it was almost better than boobs.
So, I guess we’ll have to keep our eyes out for that.
It’s weird using the work laptop instead of Athena at home. I think I’m going to chill out on the couch for a bit. Ciao folks!
CSL
•March 28, 2008 • 14 CommentsShe’s promising her friend that she’ll “check out that MySpace thing”. It sounds like she wants to use it for dating. Run fast, people.
“Dad didn’t beat us as babies — when we were little. It was when we were older that he got more violent.”
“’cause I know you have to be careful when you come from a long line of alcoholics. I wasn’t a cheap date, it took 3 or 4 drinks to even get a buzz.”
•March 28, 2008 • 20 Comments
As a little kid (say, first grade), I said and did some pretty wacky things. I emptied a can of Pam onto the kitchen ceiling, for one, and put green food dye in my step-cousin’s roll-on (yes, I did indeed have a crush).
I once got my grandmother in trouble by blaming something naughty I did on “my other self” – apparently, I wasn’t able to cogently say, “actually, that was a manifestation of my barely-contained id”, which was more what she was talking about, really. I was the only one who listened to her, those days.
However, I really did have some understanding of “other selves” in a way, especially as I got a little older (nine or so). At that age, I was able to close my eyes and remember another circumstance when my mind worked differently. And by “remember”, I mean I was able to go through the mental motions like playing a record, and feel the same ‘style’ of thought process I once felt, before time changed me into a new person.
Mmm, piratical maps!
•March 28, 2008 • 48 Commentsio9.com posted a vector map of a sea of methane on the moon Titan that a guy named Peter Minton created.
Not only did I think it was totally awesome, but it immediately had me in mind of some british rogue flying his airship over the methane seas, know what I mean? I decided it could use some steampunky/piraty treatment.
So I altered it, and emailed the original creator, and he both loved it and gave me permission to post it all over the place. So, here you go! A map of ye olde Titan Sea:
Food. Tonight. 8pm.
•March 27, 2008 • Comments Off on Food. Tonight. 8pm.Ugh, what a clusterfuck.
•March 25, 2008 • 6 CommentsI was treated to a video of a company imploding – board and investors and ceos in near-fistfights, firing each other, blah blah blah. However, it was a DVD. So, like most crappy DVDs made by idiots, it was corrupted. It took me hours to split it up into segments and convert them to WMV, because the mpegs crash Premiere Pro HARD.
So I had to go from one crappy codec to another crappy codec just so I could edit the thing.
This whole day has been utterly crazy at work. On the one hand, I was massively productive. On the other, I’ve spent hours watching grown men scream at each other. “No YOU’RE FIRED! GET OUT!”
I want a goddamned pizza, STAT.