anagramofbrat: (amethyst heart)
Got our wedding pictures back from Lesley today! (I told her I needed them in time to put on the iPad for Christmas so there would be no West Indian Fussing about them.) Dear fates. There are EIGHT HUNDRED AND TWENTY SEVEN OF THEM. And they're all beautiful, hilarious, adorable and squeeful and schmoopy and occasionally a little sad (pictures of Barbara are rough) and sometimes a little awwwwwwwwwkward (at least one couple present at the wedding is at present divorcing) and goddamn, [livejournal.com profile] cell23 looks FIIIIIIIIIIIINE in a tux. I don't clean up half bad myself.

After going through the album several times, I think I've decided this one is my favorite:



Oh lil'Beast. *cracks up* There are at least three pictures of him GLARING evilly into Lesley's camera. There are many more pictures of him looking perfectly angelic and cute and mini-suave too, but it's this Damien from The Omen picture that absolutely murders me. I can almost hear Ave Satani in the background.

I suppose I ought to include one of me and my groom or something. Pretty hard pressed to pick just one, though. (remember... 827 pictures.) Do I go with the one of us jumping the broom?



Nailing the twirl during our first dance?



Whatever's going on here?



Smooching under a sunset?



Or do I just go fuck it, decide all of the above are irrelevant: here's a picture of [livejournal.com profile] cell23 about to eat a flaming marshmallow?



Anycrap, they're all over yonder, if you wanna poke through (One slightly NSFW warning: there are a couple of pictures pre-ceremony of me giving zero fucks about hanging out in my bra and petticoats in the presence of friends and a photographer, so if your browsing environment objects to that sort of thing, be advised.) I think the main thing I love about all of the pictures, official and otherwise? There was so much damn love in that hotel, everyone was having a good time and we look like the two happiest, dorkiest schmoops that ever did schmoopily schmoop. Eeeee.

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In other news, the main accomplishment for today was getting almost all of the Christmas shopping done, which was a HARROWING experience. One of the reasons I wanna try to stick to budgeting this coming year is so I can splurge like fuck online on Cyber Monday and completely avoid all of this shit next year. Seriously, nothing worse than having to maneuver your increasingly homicidal husband through tightly packed retail environments, and lets not even get into the unexepected run-in with about the 2nd to last person I ever want to see ever or the parking situation. Oh gods, the PARKING. Northampton, sometimes I hate you. But between Northampton and a brief and terrifying foray to Holyoke to brave the Mall, we have pretty much achieved all the christmas shopping, and it is wrapped and ready to go under some trees or something. Tomorrow we get up early and pack, then drive across the state, park River, and take the ferry to the Vineyard, where the 74th annual Hunger Games friendly family hazing of my husband shall begin. Yay?!

Wellp, least no one can fuss at me about my lack of wedding pictures. Eight Hundred and Twenty Seven. Lawd.
anagramofbrat: (winter holiday)
While looking at the calendar this week I realized to my horror that next Thursday is Thanksgiving. I... what? Already? Where the hell did the year go?

I'm generally not a fan of Holiday Creep, except for the fact that it allows me to buy Halloween stuff on clearance three days before Halloween. However I'm horrified by the prospect of Black Friday creeping into Thanksgiving day. Some people like having dinner with their families, you know. Not everyone, mind, but some people. I suppose my level of care is at best remote because I neither work in retail nor ever shop on Black Friday (prefer making humungous Amazon orders the monday afterwards, thank you), but that just seems wrong to me.

Still, there are things to be said about the upcoming holiday season, since it's apparently sooner than I thought and thus I can allow myself to enjoy it in a week. Nyaker's Pepparkakor is available again, for one. Talk about a ridiculously delicious way to get fat. Overabundances of pumpkin desserts, turkey and ham. Wow, I haven't made pumpkin bread once this year, I should fix that. The Hess trucks are out, even though I'm kind of underwhelmed by this year's. (Honestly, the remote control helicopters at 7-11 look like more fun, but me being a collector I'll probably acquire this year's truck at some point anyway.) And I do rather unabashedly love holiday music - though four notable exceptions to the usual holiday rotation should be noted:

"Baby, It's Cold Outside" - Because every girl wants some roofies and date rape for Christmas.

"Wonderful Christmastime" - This one is just stab-everyone levels of annoying.

"Mele Kalikimaka (the Hawaiian Christmas song)" - Cultural appropriation much? Also every version I've ever heard is just so SMARMY sounding!

"Christmas Shoes" - just... fuck you. Pretty shoes so your dying mama can look stylish in her casket? Hate to tell you kid, but they weld the bottom of the coffin shut before the service and don't bother putting shoes on the corpse anyway. YOUR HOLIDAY SENTIMENT IS WASTED.

But yeah, everything else? sure, bring it.

We have a tree this year too, though I got it on post-Christmas clearance last year, well before we brought home Monsieur Mangetout à Poil. I guess we'll see how he does. May have to soak a ghost pepper in water and spray it down before I plug it in.


In non holiday related news, I saw Dr. Tassoni today for the first time in over a year, fully expecting to get yelled at for letting that long of a gap exist between appointments. I instead got more of a guilt trip and an admonishment to consume more iron (yay chronic anemia). No change in meds for now. Whee blue horse pills. :P Also big ups to [livejournal.com profile] deliriumdeva for saving me after my PVTA fail today by running me to Florence and back and then later finding my misplaced wallet in her car. Oops, lol.

[livejournal.com profile] bloodandsmoke, [livejournal.com profile] thedavin and I met for a long delayed Drinktank, which I always do enjoy. I seriously need to sit down with the various pieces of Guardians and Gods scattered around my computer and stitch it more or less in order so I can see what I've got and what gaps need filling in. But the guys have been enjoying the bits I've brought in so far, so I'm encouraged. I'm also slightly less worried about how to get the plot to its next point, which I've been stuck on lately. Most of the bits I've been writing are still very much Introduce These Characters or These Settings and I've been feeling very much lately like I should be getting on with something, plot-wise. I feel like the guys gave me the outside permission to roll around in the world I'm building some more and not worry too much about plots going splode, though some hilarity may ensue with at least two characters and a stolen baby.

While I'm not doing NaNo, the counters work just as well for bead counts.

400 / 25500
(1.57%)

Not taking or posting pictures for a little bit because nothing interesting is happening yet - I'm 50 beads into row 3 and it's still just solid uniform yellow.There's not even enough in there yet to keep the thing from twisting up on itself into a strange U shape. It'll stiffen up the more rows get added. But yeah, it's slow going. I can't even think about this piece in terms of rows really - I'm mostly just taking it ten beads at a time and then breaking it up frequently to go do other things. This keeps me from getting overwhelmed by the sheer size of the project, and also since I've started to notice a little soreness in my left shoulder and wrist, heading off the repetitive stress injuries at the pass. Hopefully anyway. But yeah... this is going to take forever. Tentative goal is to be done by New Years. At least the next row I actually get into the actual pattern instead of solid blocks of color so that should liven it up some.

and now bed, since I have to get up, look pretty and drive down to Holyoke for office skill testing. Yeeeesh.
anagramofbrat: (what is love?)
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For not having gotten my license until age 30, a significant portion of my childhood was spent in the car with Mom, from back when i was a wee bit stapped into the torture devices that passed as the first five-point car seats to a little kid passed out in the massive backseat of her land barge of a 1983 Cadillac, to finally moving up to the front seat and serving as her copilot on trips until i went off to college.

To say that Mom loved to drive is an understatement and an oversimplification. Looking back, most of my memories of her being relaxed, calm and even happy are when she was behind the wheel, letting the hum of highway under tires soothe the anxieties that constantly plagued her. It was only later when i got licensed myself (later in life and in fact, at the same age she did) that i understood her constant, well, drive to be in the car, and the near zen-like state of mind she entered after about half an hour on the road. Years later, it's become one of my more effective self-soothing behaviors, especially over long distances. I also seemed to have learned more of my pervasive driving habits from her by osmosis, seeing as while i didn't get my license until well after her death, i still catch myself copying them. Good in the defensive driving sense, bad in the family lead foot and sudden explosions of dockworker profanity at other drivers' jackassoirie senses. I swear, all my Mom's pretenses of being a perfect lady died when the key slid into the ignition, which is probably why while i knew better than to repeat any of it in her earshot, i was swearing competently and creatively by the fourth grade.

As to where we went, at the risk of sounding like a car commercial, the destinations never mattered as much as the journeys, or that unique sense of both consternation and relief that occurs after you're back home putting the car in park and preparing to return to real life. But it could have been a run as short as from Brooklyn to Manhattan to get me to school, to NJ to visit my aunt and later my sister, and when i was younger, stretches all the way to Ohio, Virginia, Michigan and Illinois. I seriously remember more of the trips there and back rather than actually being there.

Its funny... She and i certainly had our share of mother/daughter differences to the point where even on days like today i actually feel somewhat guilty for not missing her nearly as much as i feel I should. (Lets me frank, if she were still around she would be micromanaging my wedding to the point of driving me to tears.) On the road, though, is one of the few places where i do. I used to have her picture dangling from my rearview mirror, actually, with the inscription "Never drive faster than your guardian angel can fly" on the back. Figure I've been her primary passenger for so many years... she'd return the favor if she could. (Backseat driving the entire way.)

Happy Mothers' Day, those of you who observe it.
anagramofbrat: (green things)
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Hiding, honestly. MA is like KISS ME I'M IRISH WHOOOOOOO epicenter between Boston being Boston and the 2nd biggest St. Pat's parade in the country happening a couple of towns south. Hopefully it'll mean a quiet day with the kids, some corned beef brisket later (yum!) and after the kids go to bed something thick and sweet containing a whole lot of Duggan's Irish Creme.

I did most of my "celebrating" by putting on Flogging Molly, Dropkick Murphys and Solas at the store. Because nothing sells iPads like some rowdy folk yelling about going to Boston to find a randomly missing wooden leg right?

Seriously, though, I'd make some crack about DO I FUCKING LOOK IRISH but the truth it there is likely some back there for all I really know. Not enough to excuse drinking a Shamrock Shake by choice though, much as whatever Native American I know for sure is mixed up back there doesn't legitimize me doing whatever Generokee crap is fun and popular at the moment. I mean, could you imagine a First Nations/Native American Day? It'd be nothing but war bonnets, eagle feathers and fringe fucking EVERYWHERE and people would be UNCOMFORTABLE.

So um yeah. Not really so much with the Green Holiday.

As an aside, MY BROTHERS, MY SWEET NERDS OF COLOR. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, BUY ANOTHER GREEN T-SHIRT. I mean, it's embarrassing enough that y'all even wear green today, but cool as the idea of an army of John Stewarts is, it just looks like all y'all showed up at the prom wearing the same dress. COME ON.

LURVE ME

Jan. 17th, 2012 09:05 am
anagramofbrat: (lizard happy)
Guess what time of year it is, folks.

My Valentinr - kjpepper

yep. That time.
anagramofbrat: (hawt)
It is Martin Luther King Jr's birthday today.

I keep meaning to read "Letters from a Birmingham Jail" since I don't really want to be one of thse people that can quote the Dream speech in its entirity (though honestly, I like his last one about seeing the promised land from the mountaintop much better) but don't know much else about the man. And I feel he deserves to be known in a greater way other than a few familiar warm-fuzzy soundbites, groundbreaking though they were at the time, and excuses for chicken joints (and apparently schools?) to have specials. Yes, this happens. The ads are out there. I'll let you google them.

The thing that gets me at this point in my life was that MLK was a human being, not much older than I am right now, who helped fundamentally change the world. Saying he did it singlehandedly discredits all the rest of the people who participated in the civil rights movement, but he seems to make a... friendlier? figurehead than his other contemporaries that got themselves shot for their trouble in the sixties, so I do understand why he gets the holiday. Plus the man gave some excellent, resonant speeches that we all need to review and take to heart if we're going to rescue this world from the shambles its in.

So yeah, I'm taking a moment to acknowledge the man, his oft-quoted Dream, and reflect on the huge debt I owe him and the other freedom fighters of his time. Goodness knows I wouldn't be sitting here in this spot and in this moment, having my life and typing this tribute without them.

11/11/11

Nov. 11th, 2011 09:08 am
anagramofbrat: (hugs and kisses)
One of the few dates where it don't matter which side of the pond you're on, it's still right, lol. Anyone who makes wishes at 11:11 in general should make a couple of big ones today, I think.

I'd like to say something big and important about Veterans' Day, but [livejournal.com profile] elf_fu not only beat me to it, she said it far more eloquently than my caffeine deprived brain is capable of doing so I'ma just link over with a resounding Hell Yeah and a reminder to self that I need to call Dad. I need to check whether he's finished those Carnagie Deli sandwiches yet anyway.

I do not have the day off, which I'm okay with. The buses, however, are on No School Schedule, which I'm somewhat less fine with seeing as getting back across the river on Fridays is challenging enough with traffic. Tonight is the Boston run; we shall return with two short stacks to entertain for the weekend (and hopefully one Hess Truck). The only thing really on my agenda is reading to Kidzilla - during the blackout I started reading her The Graveyard Book and I'd like to at least finish that, not to mention make some progress reading Eragon as well. Also I want to find her a copy of So You Want to Be A Wizard - it's an older kid book, but if she can handle Graveyard, she should be fine with evil man-eating taxicabs prowling the streets of New York. Which they pretty much do anyway.

The Secret Sqwrrl project is getting a bit big to contain within my head at this point. I may need to go through my stacks of blank notebooks and three ring binders for one to dedicate to the project. Either than or take the excuse to make a trip to Staples - I have Things to Find Out there anyway.

Other than kiddos, I'm gonna do my best to Get Things Done this weekend - between blackouts, trips to New York, lingering sick and constant tired/lazy I've kinda fallen behind on Life and Everything. Course, playing catch up when Lil'Beast is chasing the cat trying to get her to eat handfuls of kitty treats never works out well, but I'm gonna take a shot at it nonetheless. :)
anagramofbrat: (halloween)
So these kids are members of STARS (Students Teaching About Racism in Society) at Ohio University, and their campaign for Halloween is on point and awesome.



The rest:





Source: saucy-sarah's tumblr, which I'm not linking because she's getting slammed by responses to these.

GIP

Apr. 1st, 2011 02:56 pm
anagramofbrat: (bitch please)
Haven't done one of these in a while. But I didn't really like my other Lana icon much. I'm a lot happier with this one.

Happy April Fools. Or, if you're like most of the grouches on my f-list, including me, Let Me Know When It's Over April Fools!



I'm rather glad that the April Fools snow we got was nowhere like as bad as the April Fools snowstorm of 1998 (I think) where after a mild, snowless winter OMGSURPRISE 3 feet and Smith wasn't gracious enough to close campus, even through none of the professors bothered to show up. Fun shit.

Youtube's viral 1911 vids are pretty cute, as is Google's Helvetica gag, Wikipedia's front page, and the Dragon Cave turning all its dragons to carrots. WoW's Crabby the Dungeon Helper got an actual audible snort out of me (but I'm one of those people that were amused rather than annoyed by the Office Assistant). Less impressed with Gmail motion. bellarisa's troll on facebook was actually really funny once I stopped having a heart attack. Otherwise, April 1 this year is kinda bleh, which is fine; anytime anything of note happens on this date it tends to not go well for me, so I'm genuinely okay with bleh.

In other news surviving the first day without coffee with lots of water, a cup of tea and extra strength tylenol. Getting work done and planning projects for the weekend, and since the weather's finally eased up, trying to psyche myself into getting laundry done, though that will very likely fail. Whatevs, not like I have to have anything nice clean before Sunday morning.

I'ma go find and hug a kitty now. She will hate it. I don't care.

Adopt one today! ~~ Adopt one today!Adopt one today!Adopt one today!Adopt one today!Adopt one today!

GIP

Apr. 1st, 2011 02:56 pm
anagramofbrat: (bitch please)
Haven't done one of these in a while. But I didn't really like my other Lana icon much. I'm a lot happier with this one.

Happy April Fools. Or, if you're like most of the grouches on my f-list, including me, Let Me Know When It's Over April Fools!



I'm rather glad that the April Fools snow we got was nowhere like as bad as the April Fools snowstorm of 1998 (I think) where after a mild, snowless winter OMGSURPRISE 3 feet and Smith wasn't gracious enough to close campus, even through none of the professors bothered to show up. Fun shit.

Youtube's viral 1911 vids are pretty cute, as is Google's Helvetica gag, Wikipedia's front page, and the Dragon Cave turning all its dragons to carrots. WoW's Crabby the Dungeon Helper got an actual audible snort out of me (but I'm one of those people that were amused rather than annoyed by the Office Assistant). Less impressed with Gmail motion. bellarisa's troll on facebook was actually really funny once I stopped having a heart attack. Otherwise, April 1 this year is kinda bleh, which is fine; anytime anything of note happens on this date it tends to not go well for me, so I'm genuinely okay with bleh.

In other news surviving the first day without coffee with lots of water, a cup of tea and extra strength tylenol. Getting work done and planning projects for the weekend, and since the weather's finally eased up, trying to psyche myself into getting laundry done, though that will very likely fail. Whatevs, not like I have to have anything nice clean before Sunday morning.

I'ma go find and hug a kitty now. She will hate it. I don't care.

Adopt one today! ~~ Adopt one today!Adopt one today!Adopt one today!Adopt one today!Adopt one today!

potpourri

Mar. 17th, 2011 09:16 am
anagramofbrat: (responsible adult)
Yay it's the green holiday!

There's a part of me that only recognizes holidays by their colors, so today I'm all GREEN and next major one I'll be all YELLOW PINK AQUA AND LAVENDER. Actually that's the only part of Easter I dislike... the attack of the pastel. I'm more of a jewel tones and black sort of person.

But I digress. Happy St. Pats to all my Irish, be ye actually Irish or just in it for the fun/green beer. What the hell, my green turtleneck is clean, I'll throw it on. Maybe with the Green Lantern shirt over it for good measure. :)

Not much to report on today other than the news out of Japan is making me all kinds of D: D: D: (Thankfully everyone I know personally's all right and accounted for.) Also I woke up with this song stuck in my head.



Possibly nsfw due to footage from Silence of the Lambs. Usually a harbinger of an interesting day. Hopefully not in the "Chinese" curse sense, considering my plans today includes MOTHERFUCKING ADULT things like pre-kids weekend cleaning and work, with some 4th season Buffy for seasoning.

Hatch my eggs, I want more new ones.

Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today! ~~ Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today!

And that's all folks. My life really hasn't been terribly interesting of late, lol.

potpourri

Mar. 17th, 2011 09:16 am
anagramofbrat: (responsible adult)
Yay it's the green holiday!

There's a part of me that only recognizes holidays by their colors, so today I'm all GREEN and next major one I'll be all YELLOW PINK AQUA AND LAVENDER. Actually that's the only part of Easter I dislike... the attack of the pastel. I'm more of a jewel tones and black sort of person.

But I digress. Happy St. Pats to all my Irish, be ye actually Irish or just in it for the fun/green beer. What the hell, my green turtleneck is clean, I'll throw it on. Maybe with the Green Lantern shirt over it for good measure. :)

Not much to report on today other than the news out of Japan is making me all kinds of D: D: D: (Thankfully everyone I know personally's all right and accounted for.) Also I woke up with this song stuck in my head.



Possibly nsfw due to footage from Silence of the Lambs. Usually a harbinger of an interesting day. Hopefully not in the "Chinese" curse sense, considering my plans today includes MOTHERFUCKING ADULT things like pre-kids weekend cleaning and work, with some 4th season Buffy for seasoning.

Hatch my eggs, I want more new ones.

Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today! ~~ Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today!

And that's all folks. My life really hasn't been terribly interesting of late, lol.
anagramofbrat: (lizard happy)
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Once upon a time I would have said yes. But I find that these days I don't really mind it and am more annoyed by OMG IT WAS TOTALLY INVENTED BY HALLMARK. Really? If you believe that you probably also believe that Coke and/or Macy's invented Santa and that Hannukah was hyped up from a minor feast into a major thing so that Jewish kids could have a "Christmas." This is totally my judgey face. Sure it's over-hyped and commercialized (so is Christmas), but under the diamond ads, florists losing their shit and heart shaped boxes of chocolate what on earth is wrong with dedicating one day to love, and how can people object to that?

I realize my entire view is colored by the fact that Valentine's Day has never really been a super-romantic holiday for me. Sure, I took valentines to school (and I made them for everyone long before school ordered you to), but for me, Valentine's day was a day that Dad would often take off from work so he could come home and spend the evening with Mom and I and whomever of the siblings were around, since usually he was working 4-12am and I didn't see him much during the week. Sure, there was the ridiculous flower arrangement on the dining room table for Mom that she would audibly complain about but secretly loved, and sometimes a trip to the Godiva store for me after school (which was awesome because I got to pick out my own truffles... I'm extremely picky about them), and funny oversized cards for everyone (Dad always had a knack for picking out cards). But it sort of was beside the point. It was more... I don't know. Dad's ways of showing affection came in odd fits and starts and he only loosened up as he got older, which makes a bit of generational sense. But Valentine's Day was always the holiday when he was always no holds barred all about being with and spoiling his wife and kids. I'll honestly never forget my amusement/horror/squish when I went to the mailbox my first year of college to find Dad had sent up a box of chocolate big enough that my entire floor at Lamont had to come help me eat it. It's gotten less so since Mom died and all of us are gone, which I kinda miss. But I plan on calling him and the sibs today to wish them all a happy VD day per usual. Well, I won't wish Dad one. :) He'll get a regular Valentine's day greeting.

Also Valentine's day was really really fun at school too. There was usually some kind of hearts and cookies festival being thrown every year for the smaller kids and the high school had the Valentine's Day Assembly, which were the teachers in each department putting on skits, and it always culminated in the Media Lab's big production of the year which was us camera and computer nerds running around interviewing kids and staff about love and friendship and Valentine's day and some of the teachers answers to things were just off the frakking wall. It being UNIS it was interesting getting a bit of a not-US perspective on the whole thing, which is probably why I came away with the idea that it's more about all kinds of love rather than just the romantic type.

I guess with that sort of upbringing, it's very hard for me to be cynical about it. Sure, I audibly disdain it as much as the next devotee of the First Church of Cynical Hipster, but really? Life is hard enough as it is, and I'm totally about a day to celebrate love, be it romantic, filial or even just friendly. So no, I wouldn't get rid of it. I'd like it a little less sponsored by DeBeers and Zales maybe (not gonna happen), but the holiday itself can stay.

No, [livejournal.com profile] cell23 and I aren't planning anything too special other than him cooking dinner and us playing with the cat. After the craziness of last week and the past weekend, that is just about my speed. :)
anagramofbrat: (lizard happy)
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Once upon a time I would have said yes. But I find that these days I don't really mind it and am more annoyed by OMG IT WAS TOTALLY INVENTED BY HALLMARK. Really? If you believe that you probably also believe that Coke and/or Macy's invented Santa and that Hannukah was hyped up from a minor feast into a major thing so that Jewish kids could have a "Christmas." This is totally my judgey face. Sure it's over-hyped and commercialized (so is Christmas), but under the diamond ads, florists losing their shit and heart shaped boxes of chocolate what on earth is wrong with dedicating one day to love, and how can people object to that?

I realize my entire view is colored by the fact that Valentine's Day has never really been a super-romantic holiday for me. Sure, I took valentines to school (and I made them for everyone long before school ordered you to), but for me, Valentine's day was a day that Dad would often take off from work so he could come home and spend the evening with Mom and I and whomever of the siblings were around, since usually he was working 4-12am and I didn't see him much during the week. Sure, there was the ridiculous flower arrangement on the dining room table for Mom that she would audibly complain about but secretly loved, and sometimes a trip to the Godiva store for me after school (which was awesome because I got to pick out my own truffles... I'm extremely picky about them), and funny oversized cards for everyone (Dad always had a knack for picking out cards). But it sort of was beside the point. It was more... I don't know. Dad's ways of showing affection came in odd fits and starts and he only loosened up as he got older, which makes a bit of generational sense. But Valentine's Day was always the holiday when he was always no holds barred all about being with and spoiling his wife and kids. I'll honestly never forget my amusement/horror/squish when I went to the mailbox my first year of college to find Dad had sent up a box of chocolate big enough that my entire floor at Lamont had to come help me eat it. It's gotten less so since Mom died and all of us are gone, which I kinda miss. But I plan on calling him and the sibs today to wish them all a happy VD day per usual. Well, I won't wish Dad one. :) He'll get a regular Valentine's day greeting.

Also Valentine's day was really really fun at school too. There was usually some kind of hearts and cookies festival being thrown every year for the smaller kids and the high school had the Valentine's Day Assembly, which were the teachers in each department putting on skits, and it always culminated in the Media Lab's big production of the year which was us camera and computer nerds running around interviewing kids and staff about love and friendship and Valentine's day and some of the teachers answers to things were just off the frakking wall. It being UNIS it was interesting getting a bit of a not-US perspective on the whole thing, which is probably why I came away with the idea that it's more about all kinds of love rather than just the romantic type.

I guess with that sort of upbringing, it's very hard for me to be cynical about it. Sure, I audibly disdain it as much as the next devotee of the First Church of Cynical Hipster, but really? Life is hard enough as it is, and I'm totally about a day to celebrate love, be it romantic, filial or even just friendly. So no, I wouldn't get rid of it. I'd like it a little less sponsored by DeBeers and Zales maybe (not gonna happen), but the holiday itself can stay.

No, [livejournal.com profile] cell23 and I aren't planning anything too special other than him cooking dinner and us playing with the cat. After the craziness of last week and the past weekend, that is just about my speed. :)

Mixed bag

Feb. 13th, 2011 11:51 pm
anagramofbrat: (lizard happy)
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Best:
I'm very good in a crisis. Generally shit hits the fan and my brain goes into overdrive, my wibbly jello core hardens into cold determined steel, and usually I can have whatever problem has come up solved or handled if not immediately, within a few minutes. It feels a bit like hitting a star in Super Mario - I briefly become impervious to all things that would squick, rattle, unnerve or otherwise freak me out. It usually comes at a very high cost though - generally after crisis is managed I have to go away and recharge my spoons for a while.

Also, I am easily amused. Yeah, when people tell me that it's usually pejorative, but it's true. I can literally find some way to entertain myself or have fun/interest in just about any situation. This makes me really good to have adventures/watch obscure series/anime with or get me to read a book.

Worst:
I have no focus or really much ambition/drive to do anything with myself. This is frustrating. I'm also kinda lazy and tend to procrastinate on everything. A lot. I also hold terrible, hate and vitriol filled grudges.

Would my friends agree?
Yeah probably.



My Valentinr - kjpepperLAST CHANCE TO LOVE ME!

I'm mostly just posting to kill time until midnight, when I plan to go hunting for this year's Valentine eggs. Yes I'm a dork and obsessed. Bite me.

Today was kinda rough for a few reasons, but mostly because Little Beast was having another day of not feeling well. This manifested in the second worst tantrum I'd ever seen him throw. Half an hour of piercing "SOMEONE IS CLEARLY MURDERING ME CALL THE AMPERLAMPS" level screaming all sparked off because he did not want his clothes changed, and then when we got to the Chiasson's today, he was wobbly and listless and cranky and fevery and then right before he left (thank heavens we hadn't made it to the car yet) his breakfast and lunch made a violent reappearance, so we ended up staying there to wash his clothes and coat up. Oyyy. Poor little guy. He spent a good portion of today curled up in a sleepy daze on various laps. I hope his tummy feels better soon.

KITTY! [livejournal.com profile] cell23 and I returned with trepidation after leaving Lily in the house alone all day, but apparently she'd just spent a quiet afternoon sleeping under various beds. We've been playing with her all evening to make up with that, she is ridiculous when after toy mice or anything with tails. Plus the usual lulz of cat unable to brake on linoleum floor. She is currently curled up asleep near [livejournal.com profile] cell23's feet... who, in the rare instance of him collapsing into bed before me, is also pretty much passed out. My bedroom is full of cute right now. AND WE HAS A KITTY. EEEEEEEEEE. Not going to lie, she seems to have settled on [livejournal.com profile] cell23 as her designated hoo-mon and mostly only shows an interest in me when she wants to play or shove her entire face in my dinner bowl (yes she did that) but I'm rather well used to that, and she seems more than willing to play when I offer, so it's cool... and it's nice having a cat around again. I didn't realize exactly how much I missed living with the bitsy assholes. :)

Gotta get my Valentine dragon-snagging on in a few. 'Night LJ.

ETA: Mission accomplished! Love my dragons?

Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today!

And Kidzillas, too:

Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today!

Mixed bag

Feb. 13th, 2011 11:51 pm
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Best:
I'm very good in a crisis. Generally shit hits the fan and my brain goes into overdrive, my wibbly jello core hardens into cold determined steel, and usually I can have whatever problem has come up solved or handled if not immediately, within a few minutes. It feels a bit like hitting a star in Super Mario - I briefly become impervious to all things that would squick, rattle, unnerve or otherwise freak me out. It usually comes at a very high cost though - generally after crisis is managed I have to go away and recharge my spoons for a while.

Also, I am easily amused. Yeah, when people tell me that it's usually pejorative, but it's true. I can literally find some way to entertain myself or have fun/interest in just about any situation. This makes me really good to have adventures/watch obscure series/anime with or get me to read a book.

Worst:
I have no focus or really much ambition/drive to do anything with myself. This is frustrating. I'm also kinda lazy and tend to procrastinate on everything. A lot. I also hold terrible, hate and vitriol filled grudges.

Would my friends agree?
Yeah probably.



My Valentinr - kjpepperLAST CHANCE TO LOVE ME!

I'm mostly just posting to kill time until midnight, when I plan to go hunting for this year's Valentine eggs. Yes I'm a dork and obsessed. Bite me.

Today was kinda rough for a few reasons, but mostly because Little Beast was having another day of not feeling well. This manifested in the second worst tantrum I'd ever seen him throw. Half an hour of piercing "SOMEONE IS CLEARLY MURDERING ME CALL THE AMPERLAMPS" level screaming all sparked off because he did not want his clothes changed, and then when we got to the Chiasson's today, he was wobbly and listless and cranky and fevery and then right before he left (thank heavens we hadn't made it to the car yet) his breakfast and lunch made a violent reappearance, so we ended up staying there to wash his clothes and coat up. Oyyy. Poor little guy. He spent a good portion of today curled up in a sleepy daze on various laps. I hope his tummy feels better soon.

KITTY! [livejournal.com profile] cell23 and I returned with trepidation after leaving Lily in the house alone all day, but apparently she'd just spent a quiet afternoon sleeping under various beds. We've been playing with her all evening to make up with that, she is ridiculous when after toy mice or anything with tails. Plus the usual lulz of cat unable to brake on linoleum floor. She is currently curled up asleep near [livejournal.com profile] cell23's feet... who, in the rare instance of him collapsing into bed before me, is also pretty much passed out. My bedroom is full of cute right now. AND WE HAS A KITTY. EEEEEEEEEE. Not going to lie, she seems to have settled on [livejournal.com profile] cell23 as her designated hoo-mon and mostly only shows an interest in me when she wants to play or shove her entire face in my dinner bowl (yes she did that) but I'm rather well used to that, and she seems more than willing to play when I offer, so it's cool... and it's nice having a cat around again. I didn't realize exactly how much I missed living with the bitsy assholes. :)

Gotta get my Valentine dragon-snagging on in a few. 'Night LJ.

ETA: Mission accomplished! Love my dragons?

Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today!

And Kidzillas, too:

Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today!
anagramofbrat: (lizard happy)
My Valentinr - kjpepper Love me.

Right that's over with.

Things are hectic in the MA right now so I'm not really posting, just putting up a note saying I've indeed escaped New York. Today I'm confronted with the dread-like knowledge that there aren't enough hours in the day and not enough NOS to get what needs doing in those few hours alloted within each. But I must try anyway.

Also the quote on Ruthy's bathroom wall that I've been staring at all week:

"Nothing in this world can take the place of persistence.
Talent will not; nothing is more common than unsuccessful people with talent.
Genius will not; unrewarded genius is almost a proverb.
Education will not; the world is full of educated derelicts.
Persistence and determination alone are omnipotent."
-- Calvin Coolidge

Message aside (though it is indeed one I need very badly to take to heart) I just really like the phrase "educated derelict."

It's good to be home. And now for the six billion item to-do list of doom. *sigh*
anagramofbrat: (lizard happy)
My Valentinr - kjpepper Love me.

Right that's over with.

Things are hectic in the MA right now so I'm not really posting, just putting up a note saying I've indeed escaped New York. Today I'm confronted with the dread-like knowledge that there aren't enough hours in the day and not enough NOS to get what needs doing in those few hours alloted within each. But I must try anyway.

Also the quote on Ruthy's bathroom wall that I've been staring at all week:

"Nothing in this world can take the place of persistence.
Talent will not; nothing is more common than unsuccessful people with talent.
Genius will not; unrewarded genius is almost a proverb.
Education will not; the world is full of educated derelicts.
Persistence and determination alone are omnipotent."
-- Calvin Coolidge

Message aside (though it is indeed one I need very badly to take to heart) I just really like the phrase "educated derelict."

It's good to be home. And now for the six billion item to-do list of doom. *sigh*

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