anagramofbrat: (what is love?)
Mal: But it ain't all buttons and charts, little albatross. You know what the first rule of flying is? Well, I suppose you do, since you already know what I'm about to say.

River: I do. But I like to hear you say it.

Mal: Love. You can learn all the math in the 'Verse, but you take a boat in the air that you don't love, she'll shake you off just as sure as a turn of the worlds. Love keeps her in the air when she oughta fall down, tells you she's hurtin' before she keels. Makes her a home.




I just got back in after spending an hour and a half digging Hanzo-san out of the corner space where I put him last Monday before I left for New York, where he has sat through an ice storm, two snowstorms and a cold snap at the beginning of the week where temperatures got below -10. After all of that, fully expecting nothing to come of it, I put his key in the ignition and turned, and he roared into life like he was saying "Heya, babe. Miss me?"

That Serenity quote wandered into my head then and I shit you not, I put my head on the steering wheel and just bawled my eyes out for a good five minutes.

Goddamn, I have got to get this lump of metal back on the road soon. I miss him too much. Also I think I've been holding back that cry since, like, Christmas.
anagramofbrat: (what is love?)
Mal: But it ain't all buttons and charts, little albatross. You know what the first rule of flying is? Well, I suppose you do, since you already know what I'm about to say.

River: I do. But I like to hear you say it.

Mal: Love. You can learn all the math in the 'Verse, but you take a boat in the air that you don't love, she'll shake you off just as sure as a turn of the worlds. Love keeps her in the air when she oughta fall down, tells you she's hurtin' before she keels. Makes her a home.




I just got back in after spending an hour and a half digging Hanzo-san out of the corner space where I put him last Monday before I left for New York, where he has sat through an ice storm, two snowstorms and a cold snap at the beginning of the week where temperatures got below -10. After all of that, fully expecting nothing to come of it, I put his key in the ignition and turned, and he roared into life like he was saying "Heya, babe. Miss me?"

That Serenity quote wandered into my head then and I shit you not, I put my head on the steering wheel and just bawled my eyes out for a good five minutes.

Goddamn, I have got to get this lump of metal back on the road soon. I miss him too much. Also I think I've been holding back that cry since, like, Christmas.
anagramofbrat: (click)
In no particular order:
  • Hanzo still regards snow as no big thing. What snowbank plowed behind me? VROOM.

  • That wind was CRAZY ASS SHIT today. I am honestly very surprised we didn't lose power at all. Also days like this, thermal underwear is a positively delicious thing.

  • My intestines hate me. I need to be nicer to them until New Years.

  • Watched the DW Christmas Carol this evening. non-spoilery teal deer: I enjoyed it. )

    Rest of season? CAN. NOT. FUCKING. WAIT. River Song and the whole I'll be in my bunk aside, Matt Smith may bring sexy cool back to the Stetson.

  • I got accepted into [livejournal.com profile] stepmoms today. I'd honestly forgotten I'd applied at the beginning of the month. Extra support and "no you're not crazy" always welcome. :)

  • Tonight's experiment in chicken seasoning ended up an unexpected success. Been trying to vary it up from just breading and baking it. So far so good. I'm surprised and honestly a little appalled by how much I rather like getting dinner together several times a week. Domestic? Me? who'da thunk it? Buh.

  • Need to stop 'crastinating about a few things tomorrow and get down to some brass tacks. Also my resolution list for next year is getting CRAZY. I need to prune it down so that my goals are actually achievable.

  • Habari Gani! Kugichagulia! No, I don't celebrate Kwanzaa, but the second day of it has meaning to me - not so much as self-determination (though goodness knows I could use some of that on a personal level), but as a reminder of an interesting time now way in my past. Also it's wicked fun to say.

    Yeah yeah yeah, I know. Like I even HAVE a Black card anymore.

  • Got the pictures off my phone (it's still good for that at least) and my camera for the last month, so I'm caught up reasonably with my 365 project. I haven't kept up with it nearly as well as I'd have liked, and I note that the chunks of time I missed pretty much directly correspond to my bad patches of anxiety and whatnot. However the project did get me into the habit of taking pictures of things that catch my fancy and got me out into the big wide world on occasion with the Hatemonger. Also I have a good handle on what needs work in terms of technique, the limitations of the Nikon starter lens, and under what conditions I can get better than decent pictures out of my phone camera, so I won't count it as a total failure even if I wasn't consistant with it.

    Also? I don't think I can complain about not having a constant human subject anymore. Kidzilla and Lovebug have filled out that role VERY nicely to the point where I definitely have to roll over their picasa album come January first. It's just crazy to me how much they've grown up in the year and change that comprises that album, I can't even.

    But I digress. I don't THINK I'm going to attempt project 365 next year, but I will be taking lots of pictures nonetheless. Just not strictly one per day. And I'm thinking a small goal to save for this year is some more camera equipment. Like holy balls of hell, can I buckle down and get a motherfucking tripod already? Sheesh. But I also would like a better zoom lens and some filters. Also want to actually take the DSLR class at Iris Photo one of the times it rolls around next year.

  • little bit of a heads up, I'm going to be doing a little temporary friends pruning. Not a cut, because I'm not defriending anyone or dropping people from filters or nothing, but my default reading list has gotten overwhelming and one of the things I want to do in 2011 is step back a bit from the interbutts. Since I'm not really announcing who I'm filtering off, I'll just say if it's important, shoot me a comment/message just to make sure I see it, and I'll still be reading everyone, just a few of you won't be getting read quite as often as, oh, every three minutes.


The highlight of my evening, though? Getting pinged by [livejournal.com profile] chirping_monkey because Kidzilla wanted to Skype and tell me all about her new dragons. XD What have I done to this poor child? LOL. I was having a bit of an iffy day emotionally, truth be told, but fifteen minutes squeeing over holiday eggs and pretending to pinch the camera and getting the Christmas breakdown with a very giggly six year old? Yeah. Dear fates she looks adorable without her bottom teeth, lol.

Adopt one today! Adopt one today! ~~ (hers) Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today!

So um yeah. Shower and book time now.
anagramofbrat: (click)
In no particular order:
  • Hanzo still regards snow as no big thing. What snowbank plowed behind me? VROOM.

  • That wind was CRAZY ASS SHIT today. I am honestly very surprised we didn't lose power at all. Also days like this, thermal underwear is a positively delicious thing.

  • My intestines hate me. I need to be nicer to them until New Years.

  • Watched the DW Christmas Carol this evening. non-spoilery teal deer: I enjoyed it. )

    Rest of season? CAN. NOT. FUCKING. WAIT. River Song and the whole I'll be in my bunk aside, Matt Smith may bring sexy cool back to the Stetson.

  • I got accepted into [livejournal.com profile] stepmoms today. I'd honestly forgotten I'd applied at the beginning of the month. Extra support and "no you're not crazy" always welcome. :)

  • Tonight's experiment in chicken seasoning ended up an unexpected success. Been trying to vary it up from just breading and baking it. So far so good. I'm surprised and honestly a little appalled by how much I rather like getting dinner together several times a week. Domestic? Me? who'da thunk it? Buh.

  • Need to stop 'crastinating about a few things tomorrow and get down to some brass tacks. Also my resolution list for next year is getting CRAZY. I need to prune it down so that my goals are actually achievable.

  • Habari Gani! Kugichagulia! No, I don't celebrate Kwanzaa, but the second day of it has meaning to me - not so much as self-determination (though goodness knows I could use some of that on a personal level), but as a reminder of an interesting time now way in my past. Also it's wicked fun to say.

    Yeah yeah yeah, I know. Like I even HAVE a Black card anymore.

  • Got the pictures off my phone (it's still good for that at least) and my camera for the last month, so I'm caught up reasonably with my 365 project. I haven't kept up with it nearly as well as I'd have liked, and I note that the chunks of time I missed pretty much directly correspond to my bad patches of anxiety and whatnot. However the project did get me into the habit of taking pictures of things that catch my fancy and got me out into the big wide world on occasion with the Hatemonger. Also I have a good handle on what needs work in terms of technique, the limitations of the Nikon starter lens, and under what conditions I can get better than decent pictures out of my phone camera, so I won't count it as a total failure even if I wasn't consistant with it.

    Also? I don't think I can complain about not having a constant human subject anymore. Kidzilla and Lovebug have filled out that role VERY nicely to the point where I definitely have to roll over their picasa album come January first. It's just crazy to me how much they've grown up in the year and change that comprises that album, I can't even.

    But I digress. I don't THINK I'm going to attempt project 365 next year, but I will be taking lots of pictures nonetheless. Just not strictly one per day. And I'm thinking a small goal to save for this year is some more camera equipment. Like holy balls of hell, can I buckle down and get a motherfucking tripod already? Sheesh. But I also would like a better zoom lens and some filters. Also want to actually take the DSLR class at Iris Photo one of the times it rolls around next year.

  • little bit of a heads up, I'm going to be doing a little temporary friends pruning. Not a cut, because I'm not defriending anyone or dropping people from filters or nothing, but my default reading list has gotten overwhelming and one of the things I want to do in 2011 is step back a bit from the interbutts. Since I'm not really announcing who I'm filtering off, I'll just say if it's important, shoot me a comment/message just to make sure I see it, and I'll still be reading everyone, just a few of you won't be getting read quite as often as, oh, every three minutes.


The highlight of my evening, though? Getting pinged by [livejournal.com profile] chirping_monkey because Kidzilla wanted to Skype and tell me all about her new dragons. XD What have I done to this poor child? LOL. I was having a bit of an iffy day emotionally, truth be told, but fifteen minutes squeeing over holiday eggs and pretending to pinch the camera and getting the Christmas breakdown with a very giggly six year old? Yeah. Dear fates she looks adorable without her bottom teeth, lol.

Adopt one today! Adopt one today! ~~ (hers) Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today!

So um yeah. Shower and book time now.
anagramofbrat: (whip my hair)
well before I get into complaining in earnest, HAPPY BIRTHDAY [livejournal.com profile] rhipowered ZOMG.

In squeeful news I'm pleased to report that once again my hair is properly fortified with sweater guts. Nothing crazy this time - I just went with flat black, which looks... interesting. First of all it does rather underscore that my natural hair color is nowhere near black itself, so it looks kinda weird/cool. Also I look like a huge ass goth because I cut it super long and the ends trail to my lower back. The effect is very Morticia, if she were plump and black anyway. This, I might add, is in no way a complaint, but I do feel like I need to be in the corner listening to Covenant and writing bad poetry about graveyards and how I could outangst Morrissey. While standing in said graveyard. With a bucket of eyeliner. In the rain. And whipping my now awesome hair back and forth. I really am kind of appalled by how that song's grown on me, fungus-like. I think it's because black girl headbanging is a completely different beast from all other headbanging and I kinda like the fact that there's a song about it, annoyingly overproduced as it is.

In complainy news, I got absolutely no sleep last night. There were two interlocking reasons for this involving a head to toe bout of SUPREME ITCHY and an anxiety attack. Far as I can tell I'm either having an allergic reaction to something or an eczema flareup. Thinking maybe the latter, though if that's so that's annoying - I haven't had one of those in four years or so. Worrying about that, scratching, and worrying about the usual shit (which is somehow ever so much worse when you're tired and staring at the ceiling for hours) made for an uncomfortable, completely sleepless night, which I'm supremely peeved about considering I actually finished my hair at a reasonable hour. (We'll ignore the fact that reasonable = around 1:30 am). UGH. I finally crawled back into bed around 6, completely forgetting I'd offered to shuttle [livejournal.com profile] cell23 back from dropping River off for her oil change this morning, so I got back up to do that after half an hourish. Two point five cups of coffee and still ragingly itchy later, I think sleep's a lost cause. Ah well. Hanzo needed the walkies anyway.*sigh* Gods I miss my car. Was good to take him out for a bit, even just for like 10 minutes.

Wellp, I'm awake, might as well fire up last night's Sons of Anarchy and get something productive done.

Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today!
anagramofbrat: (whip my hair)
well before I get into complaining in earnest, HAPPY BIRTHDAY [livejournal.com profile] rhipowered ZOMG.

In squeeful news I'm pleased to report that once again my hair is properly fortified with sweater guts. Nothing crazy this time - I just went with flat black, which looks... interesting. First of all it does rather underscore that my natural hair color is nowhere near black itself, so it looks kinda weird/cool. Also I look like a huge ass goth because I cut it super long and the ends trail to my lower back. The effect is very Morticia, if she were plump and black anyway. This, I might add, is in no way a complaint, but I do feel like I need to be in the corner listening to Covenant and writing bad poetry about graveyards and how I could outangst Morrissey. While standing in said graveyard. With a bucket of eyeliner. In the rain. And whipping my now awesome hair back and forth. I really am kind of appalled by how that song's grown on me, fungus-like. I think it's because black girl headbanging is a completely different beast from all other headbanging and I kinda like the fact that there's a song about it, annoyingly overproduced as it is.

In complainy news, I got absolutely no sleep last night. There were two interlocking reasons for this involving a head to toe bout of SUPREME ITCHY and an anxiety attack. Far as I can tell I'm either having an allergic reaction to something or an eczema flareup. Thinking maybe the latter, though if that's so that's annoying - I haven't had one of those in four years or so. Worrying about that, scratching, and worrying about the usual shit (which is somehow ever so much worse when you're tired and staring at the ceiling for hours) made for an uncomfortable, completely sleepless night, which I'm supremely peeved about considering I actually finished my hair at a reasonable hour. (We'll ignore the fact that reasonable = around 1:30 am). UGH. I finally crawled back into bed around 6, completely forgetting I'd offered to shuttle [livejournal.com profile] cell23 back from dropping River off for her oil change this morning, so I got back up to do that after half an hourish. Two point five cups of coffee and still ragingly itchy later, I think sleep's a lost cause. Ah well. Hanzo needed the walkies anyway.*sigh* Gods I miss my car. Was good to take him out for a bit, even just for like 10 minutes.

Wellp, I'm awake, might as well fire up last night's Sons of Anarchy and get something productive done.

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

clean slate

Nov. 1st, 2010 12:56 am
anagramofbrat: (rare spawn)
Final dragcave treat tally 73/94. I'm good with that. Now it's all about letting the eggs I have hatch up and then pretty much done til christmas.

Rock Band 3 on all instruments is mind blowingly fun. And yes, we had enough people tonight to have all four instruments and 3 microphones going at once. I totally like wants me own, precious, mostly cause there's shit I want to play/download that I know will get my ass clowned if other people are in the vicinity. :) Maybe by the time RB4 happens I'll have enough money loosened up for such things.

No trick or treaters, but despite this I've managed to consume enough kit kat and snickers fun size bars to give me a raging headache and a need to stay awake FOREVER. Oh wait... that might also have to do with the half a bottle of Pepsi I motored through today.

Wellp, it's officially November, which means my birthday is officially over (lol) and candy corn is disgusting again as of about an hour ago. I'm not doing NaNo this year (not like I ever do NaNo for more than a week anyway) - instead, going to work on some other stuff this month. I still have a ton of web crap on my plate that I need to finish, both personal and not, need to do some Serious Work Shit, have one new web project I want to get underway (but still need to clear the rest of it before I do in earnest) and need to address various and sundry money stuff so I can get some stuff paid down and get Hanzo-san back on the road. I miss driving my baby.

Also I need to jack out some this month, as I've noticed I'm fading back into my usual patterns of avoiding the minatours roaring in my head (and they've been LOUD the past little while, hoo boy) by fading into the Internet as much as possible. I'll still be on LJ, but in the interest of noise reduction I'm not going to be on twitter or FB much, so if I miss something good, holler. I think this month I'm going to spend dealing with the real world - getting my money and brain unscrambled, and actually working on some things instead of staring at them and panicking about how they're never going to get done. Hopefully I'll have made enough progress so that when Cataclysm actually drops I'll be able to a) afford it (oh.... crap, do I also have to buy lich king too? crud.) b) be able to have a free enough plate both time and headnoise-wise to play it with impunity.

So yeah, if I get quieter in the next 30 days, chances are I'm okay and hopefully busy as hell instead of staring at the ceiling babbling the Russian lyrics to Tetris or something. Yes, that song has words and I know them. The first couple of verses anyway.

I guess here's to a productive and triumphant November?

clean slate

Nov. 1st, 2010 12:56 am
anagramofbrat: (rare spawn)
Final dragcave treat tally 73/94. I'm good with that. Now it's all about letting the eggs I have hatch up and then pretty much done til christmas.

Rock Band 3 on all instruments is mind blowingly fun. And yes, we had enough people tonight to have all four instruments and 3 microphones going at once. I totally like wants me own, precious, mostly cause there's shit I want to play/download that I know will get my ass clowned if other people are in the vicinity. :) Maybe by the time RB4 happens I'll have enough money loosened up for such things.

No trick or treaters, but despite this I've managed to consume enough kit kat and snickers fun size bars to give me a raging headache and a need to stay awake FOREVER. Oh wait... that might also have to do with the half a bottle of Pepsi I motored through today.

Wellp, it's officially November, which means my birthday is officially over (lol) and candy corn is disgusting again as of about an hour ago. I'm not doing NaNo this year (not like I ever do NaNo for more than a week anyway) - instead, going to work on some other stuff this month. I still have a ton of web crap on my plate that I need to finish, both personal and not, need to do some Serious Work Shit, have one new web project I want to get underway (but still need to clear the rest of it before I do in earnest) and need to address various and sundry money stuff so I can get some stuff paid down and get Hanzo-san back on the road. I miss driving my baby.

Also I need to jack out some this month, as I've noticed I'm fading back into my usual patterns of avoiding the minatours roaring in my head (and they've been LOUD the past little while, hoo boy) by fading into the Internet as much as possible. I'll still be on LJ, but in the interest of noise reduction I'm not going to be on twitter or FB much, so if I miss something good, holler. I think this month I'm going to spend dealing with the real world - getting my money and brain unscrambled, and actually working on some things instead of staring at them and panicking about how they're never going to get done. Hopefully I'll have made enough progress so that when Cataclysm actually drops I'll be able to a) afford it (oh.... crap, do I also have to buy lich king too? crud.) b) be able to have a free enough plate both time and headnoise-wise to play it with impunity.

So yeah, if I get quieter in the next 30 days, chances are I'm okay and hopefully busy as hell instead of staring at the ceiling babbling the Russian lyrics to Tetris or something. Yes, that song has words and I know them. The first couple of verses anyway.

I guess here's to a productive and triumphant November?

Meh

Sep. 30th, 2010 10:57 am
anagramofbrat: (Maleficent)
I apparently am failing my resist illness rolls more and more consistently as the week marches on. Last night after subjecting [livejournal.com profile] cell23 to the standard "Andee doesn't feel good so she's going to whine and tantrum like an overtired five year old and resist all attempts to be nice to her" and finally letting him march me off to bed, I seemed to be running a low grade fever. Considering how I felt during bell practice yesterday (it's hot in the choir loft, but not THAT hot) this isn't surprising. I feel a little less like microwaved shit this morning, but only a little.

Yesterday wasn't all bad though - borrowed [livejournal.com profile] cell23's car for the day and actually made it into the office after three weeks of being stuck home. Other than the 20 or so minutes of HO SHIT HOW DO I DRIVE AGAIN AAAAH THIS ISN'T MY CAR, it was really really nice to be on the road again. Yes, I'm the sick bastard that actually likes commuting. *sigh* Money should loosen up a bit next month, and then I should be able to get Hanzo-san re-insured and back into business, course then I have to worry about his tie-rod and inspection and argh. Adulthood is expensive.

Also there was burger and bitch session with [livejournal.com profile] htl_1126. That's always a good thing.

Finished Torchwood: Children of Earth. Wow. Yeah, while I didn't personally need it, I can definitely see why the warning to have strong alcohol on hand was warranted. Spoilery musing )

I'm pretty sure it's mostly cause I'm sick, but I've been fighting off not only the plague but beating back a depressive jag like whoa (no, CoE didn't exacerbate it, lol). Attempting to soldier through it and trying to head it off at the pass by doing things that make me happy and keep me on task, but it's there, waiting to jump me and all I can really do about it is beat it back with a stick and outwait it. It'll give up eventually.

Today: listen to the rain, to-do list, finish up Sons of Anarchy (at least to the broadcast point), maybe bake bread. Still on a quest for a whole wheat breadmaker recipe that won't produce a brick, but I'm not gonna even bother trying that today, just going to go for the standard white.

Meh

Sep. 30th, 2010 10:57 am
anagramofbrat: (Maleficent)
I apparently am failing my resist illness rolls more and more consistently as the week marches on. Last night after subjecting [livejournal.com profile] cell23 to the standard "Andee doesn't feel good so she's going to whine and tantrum like an overtired five year old and resist all attempts to be nice to her" and finally letting him march me off to bed, I seemed to be running a low grade fever. Considering how I felt during bell practice yesterday (it's hot in the choir loft, but not THAT hot) this isn't surprising. I feel a little less like microwaved shit this morning, but only a little.

Yesterday wasn't all bad though - borrowed [livejournal.com profile] cell23's car for the day and actually made it into the office after three weeks of being stuck home. Other than the 20 or so minutes of HO SHIT HOW DO I DRIVE AGAIN AAAAH THIS ISN'T MY CAR, it was really really nice to be on the road again. Yes, I'm the sick bastard that actually likes commuting. *sigh* Money should loosen up a bit next month, and then I should be able to get Hanzo-san re-insured and back into business, course then I have to worry about his tie-rod and inspection and argh. Adulthood is expensive.

Also there was burger and bitch session with [livejournal.com profile] htl_1126. That's always a good thing.

Finished Torchwood: Children of Earth. Wow. Yeah, while I didn't personally need it, I can definitely see why the warning to have strong alcohol on hand was warranted. Spoilery musing )

I'm pretty sure it's mostly cause I'm sick, but I've been fighting off not only the plague but beating back a depressive jag like whoa (no, CoE didn't exacerbate it, lol). Attempting to soldier through it and trying to head it off at the pass by doing things that make me happy and keep me on task, but it's there, waiting to jump me and all I can really do about it is beat it back with a stick and outwait it. It'll give up eventually.

Today: listen to the rain, to-do list, finish up Sons of Anarchy (at least to the broadcast point), maybe bake bread. Still on a quest for a whole wheat breadmaker recipe that won't produce a brick, but I'm not gonna even bother trying that today, just going to go for the standard white.

Yesterday

Aug. 15th, 2010 10:11 am
anagramofbrat: (whee!!)
  • Kidzilla's "Adventures" are getting more and more interesting. Yesterday we had to figure out how to attract sun bears that had invaded Venus. Her idea of playing a CD of their mating calls through the spaceship loudspeaker caused a stampede of them, so we have to think of a way that's not quite as effective. D: Tune in next time (aka later today) to find out where we end up next.

  • tagged along for [livejournal.com profile] cell23's parents taking Kidzilla shopping for new shoes and school clothes; had a surprising amount of fun doing so. I now sort of understand why my sisters and Mom used to find an unholy pleasure in taking me shopping - meanwhile I remember it being excruciating. But other than a tendency to not really focus on what she was supposed to be good, Kidzilla was pretty well behaved and reasonably easy to shop for - pretty much it came down to me or her grandma holding up things and going "yes? no?" and occasionally "pick a color."

    ([livejournal.com profile] cell23, I might remark, took one look at the girls' section of Target, picked up Lovebug and vanished, mumbling something about this being way out of his league. Cackle.)

    There was a moment where I picked something off the rack because I was all "okay that's adorable" and held it up for Kidzilla's inspection, fully expecting her to hate it... Um. Her eyes got so big with "I CAN HAZ THAT???" that I was afraid they were going to fall right out of her head.



    The only problem we had during the entire shopping trip is that boy howdy she did not want to put the dress she came to the store in back on after trying this. But she got to put it on as soon as we got back to [livejournal.com profile] cell23's.

  • The other big event for yesterday was [livejournal.com profile] aersi's bachelorette party. Bean did not want the penis hat.

    We started it up at House of Teriyaki, where I rather gorged myself on edemame and maki.



    No I didn't eat ALL of that. The two big rolls in the middle are [livejournal.com profile] aersi's.

    The second bit was a trip to Elements Hot Tubs and Spa in Amherst, which I'm actually really glad I went to because a) it was fun b) I apparently rather needed the hour long hot-tub soak and didn't know it - 12 hours later, and I'm still pretty much a limp noodle. Man, it's a pity hot tub trips are so damn expensive, I'd totally make it a monthly indulgence otherwise. But yeah five giggly women with wedding Mad Libs (read in our best porn star voices) and hot water? nice. Very nice.

    I think yesterday was also the first time Hanzo has ever carried his capacity of passengers; I'm sure he was all HELLO LADIES. Me, I had no objection to chauffeuring four lovely women around either... even though driving after hot tubs made for an interesting experience.


  • came home and would have fallen over instantly except EPEEN was all like O HAI I HAS A VIRUS AGAIN FIX ME. (Fucking fake antivirus hijackers.) Luckily I had the shit set up so I could deal with the problem quickly this time, and then spent a bit tightening the security in various parts of my machine. Ugh. On the list of THINGS TO DO IN THE NEXT YEAR: Do some serious OS maintenance on EPEEN. He's a year or so overdue.



Today: gotta figure out some way of dealing with the sun bears, among other things.

Yesterday

Aug. 15th, 2010 10:11 am
anagramofbrat: (whee!!)
  • Kidzilla's "Adventures" are getting more and more interesting. Yesterday we had to figure out how to attract sun bears that had invaded Venus. Her idea of playing a CD of their mating calls through the spaceship loudspeaker caused a stampede of them, so we have to think of a way that's not quite as effective. D: Tune in next time (aka later today) to find out where we end up next.

  • tagged along for [livejournal.com profile] cell23's parents taking Kidzilla shopping for new shoes and school clothes; had a surprising amount of fun doing so. I now sort of understand why my sisters and Mom used to find an unholy pleasure in taking me shopping - meanwhile I remember it being excruciating. But other than a tendency to not really focus on what she was supposed to be good, Kidzilla was pretty well behaved and reasonably easy to shop for - pretty much it came down to me or her grandma holding up things and going "yes? no?" and occasionally "pick a color."

    ([livejournal.com profile] cell23, I might remark, took one look at the girls' section of Target, picked up Lovebug and vanished, mumbling something about this being way out of his league. Cackle.)

    There was a moment where I picked something off the rack because I was all "okay that's adorable" and held it up for Kidzilla's inspection, fully expecting her to hate it... Um. Her eyes got so big with "I CAN HAZ THAT???" that I was afraid they were going to fall right out of her head.



    The only problem we had during the entire shopping trip is that boy howdy she did not want to put the dress she came to the store in back on after trying this. But she got to put it on as soon as we got back to [livejournal.com profile] cell23's.

  • The other big event for yesterday was [livejournal.com profile] aersi's bachelorette party. Bean did not want the penis hat.

    We started it up at House of Teriyaki, where I rather gorged myself on edemame and maki.



    No I didn't eat ALL of that. The two big rolls in the middle are [livejournal.com profile] aersi's.

    The second bit was a trip to Elements Hot Tubs and Spa in Amherst, which I'm actually really glad I went to because a) it was fun b) I apparently rather needed the hour long hot-tub soak and didn't know it - 12 hours later, and I'm still pretty much a limp noodle. Man, it's a pity hot tub trips are so damn expensive, I'd totally make it a monthly indulgence otherwise. But yeah five giggly women with wedding Mad Libs (read in our best porn star voices) and hot water? nice. Very nice.

    I think yesterday was also the first time Hanzo has ever carried his capacity of passengers; I'm sure he was all HELLO LADIES. Me, I had no objection to chauffeuring four lovely women around either... even though driving after hot tubs made for an interesting experience.


  • came home and would have fallen over instantly except EPEEN was all like O HAI I HAS A VIRUS AGAIN FIX ME. (Fucking fake antivirus hijackers.) Luckily I had the shit set up so I could deal with the problem quickly this time, and then spent a bit tightening the security in various parts of my machine. Ugh. On the list of THINGS TO DO IN THE NEXT YEAR: Do some serious OS maintenance on EPEEN. He's a year or so overdue.



Today: gotta figure out some way of dealing with the sun bears, among other things.
anagramofbrat: (bee on the grape!)
Today sucks. Yes, I realize it's only 10am, but trust me. It sucks and I hate it, fuck it. blah blah blah. Moving on to the one bit of of amusing in my day.

So adding to the week of misery and fail was me stressing about Hanzo-san, as I started to hear a high pitched squealing while I was driving him. Needless to say, this on top of everything else going on plus considering I have to drive 250 miles today has done wonders for my stress level. But it was something I'd pretty much written off as "I can't deal with it right now, fuck it," and resolved to ignore it as much as possible.

This morning as I was running around putting out fires, so to speak, it dawned on me that there was something very weird about the noise. Namely that it never varied in pitch, intensity or tone, regardless of what the car was doing. Or even when it was at a dead stop. Or, as I noted to my amusement when I finally worked out what was going on, when the car was off. It suddenly dawned on me that the shrieking wasn't Hanzo-san at all. It was the massive chorus of summer bugs happily living in the grasses on either side of the road and in the median. Hanzo-san, as I noticed sheepishly while in a concrete parking lot, was purring like an especially happy kitten.

Bugs: 1. Andee: 0. Gods. I generally like the sounds they make in August, but if it's going to make me flip out about my car? Fuck em.

Summer can't get over fast enough.


Back to pulling miracles from my ass, contemplating Stockholm Syndrome, and trying not to freak the hell out. I need a lot of fucking clapping today guys, this is a bad one.
anagramofbrat: (bee on the grape!)
Today sucks. Yes, I realize it's only 10am, but trust me. It sucks and I hate it, fuck it. blah blah blah. Moving on to the one bit of of amusing in my day.

So adding to the week of misery and fail was me stressing about Hanzo-san, as I started to hear a high pitched squealing while I was driving him. Needless to say, this on top of everything else going on plus considering I have to drive 250 miles today has done wonders for my stress level. But it was something I'd pretty much written off as "I can't deal with it right now, fuck it," and resolved to ignore it as much as possible.

This morning as I was running around putting out fires, so to speak, it dawned on me that there was something very weird about the noise. Namely that it never varied in pitch, intensity or tone, regardless of what the car was doing. Or even when it was at a dead stop. Or, as I noted to my amusement when I finally worked out what was going on, when the car was off. It suddenly dawned on me that the shrieking wasn't Hanzo-san at all. It was the massive chorus of summer bugs happily living in the grasses on either side of the road and in the median. Hanzo-san, as I noticed sheepishly while in a concrete parking lot, was purring like an especially happy kitten.

Bugs: 1. Andee: 0. Gods. I generally like the sounds they make in August, but if it's going to make me flip out about my car? Fuck em.

Summer can't get over fast enough.


Back to pulling miracles from my ass, contemplating Stockholm Syndrome, and trying not to freak the hell out. I need a lot of fucking clapping today guys, this is a bad one.
anagramofbrat: (good enough)
It's been a rough few days, headspace-wise. Doing my best to truck through it and distract myself from blue funks when they threaten, but it's been a process. Some of you know more than others what all's going on, but honestly a fair amount of it's just being tired and not feeling well and stressed about stuff. It'll pass. Hopefully sooner rather than later, but I know it will be exactly when it needs to happen and not a moment before or after.

Yesterday had a bright point in that I visited [livejournal.com profile] grinninfoole for dinner last night after he shamelessly tempted me with farmshare steak. What carnivore in their right mind would turn down such an offer? :) This was also a good excuse for me to come over and pick up the Diamond Comics boxes I'd asked him to start collecting for me in anticipation of the move, and gracious, there were a lot of them. Thankfully Hanzo has a 6 body trunk. But dinner was lovely and we spent the prep time catching up and bitching about life, as we do when we get together. I do rather enjoy friends that make me think about stuff, and since both he and I contend with similar issues pertaining to the easily distracted and also toward letting life drive us instead of the other way around, it's usually provokes good thinky things afterward.

Course, I nearly blew the evening by mooshing the lamp at the end of [livejournal.com profile] grinninfoole's driveway while backing out. The lamppost seems okay. I thought Hanzo-san was too, until this morning when I discovered he has a rather fetching dent behind his driver's side headlight. I suppose it had to happen sometime, but argh. It's the first time I've ever hit something (we won't count the snowbank I sideswiped while I had my permit), and it happened while I thought I was being super careful, and even though I know on most levels it's no huge deal, I'm still a fair amount of upset about it. That on top of everything else has kinda shot me for driving as I'm noticing that things that I was fine with a week ago are starting to freak me out again this week, which is a pretty good indicator that I need to concentrate on taking care of myself and my brainmeats for the next couple of days and be extra careful if I do have to go out there. Also it's a drükids weekend and I know contending with them when the wiring's crossed upstairs is a big bucket of not fun.

Off to finish my coffee and see about dropping my stress level to points where I can function like an actual human being, if not a RESPONSIBLE ADULT.
anagramofbrat: (good enough)
It's been a rough few days, headspace-wise. Doing my best to truck through it and distract myself from blue funks when they threaten, but it's been a process. Some of you know more than others what all's going on, but honestly a fair amount of it's just being tired and not feeling well and stressed about stuff. It'll pass. Hopefully sooner rather than later, but I know it will be exactly when it needs to happen and not a moment before or after.

Yesterday had a bright point in that I visited [livejournal.com profile] grinninfoole for dinner last night after he shamelessly tempted me with farmshare steak. What carnivore in their right mind would turn down such an offer? :) This was also a good excuse for me to come over and pick up the Diamond Comics boxes I'd asked him to start collecting for me in anticipation of the move, and gracious, there were a lot of them. Thankfully Hanzo has a 6 body trunk. But dinner was lovely and we spent the prep time catching up and bitching about life, as we do when we get together. I do rather enjoy friends that make me think about stuff, and since both he and I contend with similar issues pertaining to the easily distracted and also toward letting life drive us instead of the other way around, it's usually provokes good thinky things afterward.

Course, I nearly blew the evening by mooshing the lamp at the end of [livejournal.com profile] grinninfoole's driveway while backing out. The lamppost seems okay. I thought Hanzo-san was too, until this morning when I discovered he has a rather fetching dent behind his driver's side headlight. I suppose it had to happen sometime, but argh. It's the first time I've ever hit something (we won't count the snowbank I sideswiped while I had my permit), and it happened while I thought I was being super careful, and even though I know on most levels it's no huge deal, I'm still a fair amount of upset about it. That on top of everything else has kinda shot me for driving as I'm noticing that things that I was fine with a week ago are starting to freak me out again this week, which is a pretty good indicator that I need to concentrate on taking care of myself and my brainmeats for the next couple of days and be extra careful if I do have to go out there. Also it's a drükids weekend and I know contending with them when the wiring's crossed upstairs is a big bucket of not fun.

Off to finish my coffee and see about dropping my stress level to points where I can function like an actual human being, if not a RESPONSIBLE ADULT.
anagramofbrat: (new york)
Day 18. A song that you wish you heard on the radio

I suppose the only argument for satellite radio are things like genre specific radio stations, things more specialized than the normal Top 40, Country, Urban/Hip-hop, Techno (or as a station manager once famously told my mother "the kind of music that makes you want to slit your wrists), etc. Seeing as I carry around a 32 GB iPod that to my credit is actually running out of space (I forget where I read that most iphones and iPods only use like half of their storage ever) I tend to barely listen to the radio as it is, and when I get a hankering for something new and different I tend to fire up Pandora.

Someday when I have disposable cash (ha) I do plan on splurging on the only car upgrade I feel is worth having, which is an iThing dockable radio. Mostly for a vanity reason (holy crap, you get awful sound through a tape adapter, especially one that's been going nonstop for eight months) but also because I tend to noodle through playlists while I'm driving, and killing the extra steps of actually picking up The Preciousssss, turning it on and poking the fast forward "button" would probably be a little safer, even if I've got the process down to the point where I can do it without looking. It'll also look a lot less like I'm texting while driving, and the less reasons I have to get pulled over, the better.

I digress though... Like I said, I don't tend to listen to the radio much, except in the car when I'm utterly sick of every song I possess... While 99.3 here comes pretty close, I guess I long for Z100 circa 1992-1996, when the radio was one of my lifeline to the outside world and my god, it was full of grunge alternative. I'd wake up to Pearl Jam and drift off to sleep after Dr. Judy and Jagger to Collective Soul, Soundgarden and Nirvana.

Though I'll tell you a story - there was a clear summer night once upon a time long ago now, where I was working at Smith over the summer, my usual crowd of friends weren't around. It was way later than I should have been awake, I was having a bad night of it - it was hot, I was fractious and anxious and overcaffeinated and lonely and could not sleep, and out of sheer boredom I started fiddling with my clock radio looking for anything to cover up the silence. Having exhausted my options in the FM frequencies, I switch to the AM and for the first and only time, loud and clear, I got a signal from a distant land and a familiar voice telling me to give his station 22 minutes and they'll give me the world. I went to sleep that night with the comfortingly fuzzy sound of New York news radio playing, and the next morning the signal was gone, never to be picked up again.

It's funny, I just went to their web site to pick up the link, and for poops and ha has clicked the button to stream the station... It doesn't sound right. It's too clear, if that makes sense - I realize some folk would probably squawk at the notion, but it seems a little wrong to me to stream an AM radio station over the internet at a much higher quality than most of its market hears it. Even the narrowband option isn't fuzzy enough, in my opinion. Probably the only time I'd ever call for something to be encoded at 11kHz/56kbps Mono.

Anyway, enough blather, I have a day to get on with.

Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today!
anagramofbrat: (new york)
Day 18. A song that you wish you heard on the radio

I suppose the only argument for satellite radio are things like genre specific radio stations, things more specialized than the normal Top 40, Country, Urban/Hip-hop, Techno (or as a station manager once famously told my mother "the kind of music that makes you want to slit your wrists), etc. Seeing as I carry around a 32 GB iPod that to my credit is actually running out of space (I forget where I read that most iphones and iPods only use like half of their storage ever) I tend to barely listen to the radio as it is, and when I get a hankering for something new and different I tend to fire up Pandora.

Someday when I have disposable cash (ha) I do plan on splurging on the only car upgrade I feel is worth having, which is an iThing dockable radio. Mostly for a vanity reason (holy crap, you get awful sound through a tape adapter, especially one that's been going nonstop for eight months) but also because I tend to noodle through playlists while I'm driving, and killing the extra steps of actually picking up The Preciousssss, turning it on and poking the fast forward "button" would probably be a little safer, even if I've got the process down to the point where I can do it without looking. It'll also look a lot less like I'm texting while driving, and the less reasons I have to get pulled over, the better.

I digress though... Like I said, I don't tend to listen to the radio much, except in the car when I'm utterly sick of every song I possess... While 99.3 here comes pretty close, I guess I long for Z100 circa 1992-1996, when the radio was one of my lifeline to the outside world and my god, it was full of grunge alternative. I'd wake up to Pearl Jam and drift off to sleep after Dr. Judy and Jagger to Collective Soul, Soundgarden and Nirvana.

Though I'll tell you a story - there was a clear summer night once upon a time long ago now, where I was working at Smith over the summer, my usual crowd of friends weren't around. It was way later than I should have been awake, I was having a bad night of it - it was hot, I was fractious and anxious and overcaffeinated and lonely and could not sleep, and out of sheer boredom I started fiddling with my clock radio looking for anything to cover up the silence. Having exhausted my options in the FM frequencies, I switch to the AM and for the first and only time, loud and clear, I got a signal from a distant land and a familiar voice telling me to give his station 22 minutes and they'll give me the world. I went to sleep that night with the comfortingly fuzzy sound of New York news radio playing, and the next morning the signal was gone, never to be picked up again.

It's funny, I just went to their web site to pick up the link, and for poops and ha has clicked the button to stream the station... It doesn't sound right. It's too clear, if that makes sense - I realize some folk would probably squawk at the notion, but it seems a little wrong to me to stream an AM radio station over the internet at a much higher quality than most of its market hears it. Even the narrowband option isn't fuzzy enough, in my opinion. Probably the only time I'd ever call for something to be encoded at 11kHz/56kbps Mono.

Anyway, enough blather, I have a day to get on with.

Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today!
anagramofbrat: (no more caffeine for you)
2:30 on Sunday and I'm still awake after an unexpectedly busy weekend. Serious with the unexpectedly busy bit - I fully expected to take this weekend as a laze about and not do shit sort, but instead... I don't know. Busy and people happened. Not complaining, just whoa.

Friday night was mostly hangouts and grown-up fun with [livejournal.com profile] cell23 , capped by a walk into a lovely night and watching thuderstorms drift to the south of us.

Saturday was full of the sleeping late and the TV - later on in the afternoon due to it being stuffy in my room I made my first foray into hooking EPEEN to Monstervision, which was more or less successful enough that watching Doctor Who followed by [livejournal.com profile] cell23  attempting to play League of Legends fun. Still need to iron out some resolution snags and perhaps purchase some better cables than s-video, but for what it was and what it was worth I had fun being able to watch stuff on the bigger screen. But yeah, Who on Saturday, we tried Spartacus and decided there was too much 300 and not enough boobies, and I plowed through and finally finished series 2 of Being Human... which is still not quite as good as Series 1, but the latter three eps did pick up quite a bit, though there were bits where I strongly suspected they snagged a fair amount of the Dark Willow plot of Buffy Season 6 and cobbled it onto Mitchell. Here's hoping series 3 is better, whenever that comes out.

I digress. Saturday night we had some spontaneous people and kitty time over at [livejournal.com profile] another_murray 's. I think I love "We Didn't Playtest This." Also watermelon Smirnoff Ice tastes distrubingly like a jolly rancher. And god I'm a lightweight, one bottle of that ish shouldn't be enough to give me a buzz. AND YET.

Sunday (it's 3am, I'm not sure whether to call it today or yesterday) [livejournal.com profile] cell23 and I went out to see his parents so he could mow their lawn. After picking up some supplies toward fixing his black suit for the funeral he has to attend later this week, we went up Cliffside with a bunch of people. Ugh. Don't get me wrong, I love walks with people, except when the walk involves hiking up an incline - nothing slams it into your head that you need to get your out of shape ass back to the gym like being the schlub trailing the rest of the party with the proto asthma attack. :P Still despite that, I like actually making it up to the actual cliff face and staring out over Sunderland and North Hadley and all the way down to Skinner. It's a good view to sit and think to.

After that and going to pick up the roommate from Florence, I went home and fixed the suit jacket while finishing Being Human and cleaned a bit and listened bemusedly as our fine upstairs neighbor threw a graduation party upstairs that raged until well after 1am. Le sigh. I'm looking forward to having a place with both an upstairs and a downstairs, to tell the truth. The only people I have to worry about running about up there are the kiddieboos.

Oh speaking of kids, I may have to get angry black woman on some of the boys that live around here - there are about three of them that have been running around firing off cap rifles all weekend which is annoying enough, but when I pulled out of the drive to go get cara this afternoon I pulled out and heard a loud pop under my rear tire... after scraping myself off the roof of my car, I pulled all the way back to find the detritus of what could have been either several caps or a few snap pops. No damage was done, but I'm more than a little annoyed by it and may have to channel my mother yelling at the neighborhood kids to get the hell off her Cadillac. Le sigh again.

And now here we are... and I know I should go to bed cause I've got work in the morning, but while I'm tired, I am profoundly not sleepy. Bah. I suppose I should just go to bed anyway and let boredom knock me out like it usually does....
anagramofbrat: (no more caffeine for you)
2:30 on Sunday and I'm still awake after an unexpectedly busy weekend. Serious with the unexpectedly busy bit - I fully expected to take this weekend as a laze about and not do shit sort, but instead... I don't know. Busy and people happened. Not complaining, just whoa.

Friday night was mostly hangouts and grown-up fun with [livejournal.com profile] cell23 , capped by a walk into a lovely night and watching thuderstorms drift to the south of us.

Saturday was full of the sleeping late and the TV - later on in the afternoon due to it being stuffy in my room I made my first foray into hooking EPEEN to Monstervision, which was more or less successful enough that watching Doctor Who followed by [livejournal.com profile] cell23  attempting to play League of Legends fun. Still need to iron out some resolution snags and perhaps purchase some better cables than s-video, but for what it was and what it was worth I had fun being able to watch stuff on the bigger screen. But yeah, Who on Saturday, we tried Spartacus and decided there was too much 300 and not enough boobies, and I plowed through and finally finished series 2 of Being Human... which is still not quite as good as Series 1, but the latter three eps did pick up quite a bit, though there were bits where I strongly suspected they snagged a fair amount of the Dark Willow plot of Buffy Season 6 and cobbled it onto Mitchell. Here's hoping series 3 is better, whenever that comes out.

I digress. Saturday night we had some spontaneous people and kitty time over at [livejournal.com profile] another_murray 's. I think I love "We Didn't Playtest This." Also watermelon Smirnoff Ice tastes distrubingly like a jolly rancher. And god I'm a lightweight, one bottle of that ish shouldn't be enough to give me a buzz. AND YET.

Sunday (it's 3am, I'm not sure whether to call it today or yesterday) [livejournal.com profile] cell23 and I went out to see his parents so he could mow their lawn. After picking up some supplies toward fixing his black suit for the funeral he has to attend later this week, we went up Cliffside with a bunch of people. Ugh. Don't get me wrong, I love walks with people, except when the walk involves hiking up an incline - nothing slams it into your head that you need to get your out of shape ass back to the gym like being the schlub trailing the rest of the party with the proto asthma attack. :P Still despite that, I like actually making it up to the actual cliff face and staring out over Sunderland and North Hadley and all the way down to Skinner. It's a good view to sit and think to.

After that and going to pick up the roommate from Florence, I went home and fixed the suit jacket while finishing Being Human and cleaned a bit and listened bemusedly as our fine upstairs neighbor threw a graduation party upstairs that raged until well after 1am. Le sigh. I'm looking forward to having a place with both an upstairs and a downstairs, to tell the truth. The only people I have to worry about running about up there are the kiddieboos.

Oh speaking of kids, I may have to get angry black woman on some of the boys that live around here - there are about three of them that have been running around firing off cap rifles all weekend which is annoying enough, but when I pulled out of the drive to go get cara this afternoon I pulled out and heard a loud pop under my rear tire... after scraping myself off the roof of my car, I pulled all the way back to find the detritus of what could have been either several caps or a few snap pops. No damage was done, but I'm more than a little annoyed by it and may have to channel my mother yelling at the neighborhood kids to get the hell off her Cadillac. Le sigh again.

And now here we are... and I know I should go to bed cause I've got work in the morning, but while I'm tired, I am profoundly not sleepy. Bah. I suppose I should just go to bed anyway and let boredom knock me out like it usually does....

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