stolen from cora (by way of jo ) cause I love me a questionnaire (I wonder if somewhere on DW someone's still doing Friday Five?):

Is there an interesting story behind your username?

My actual initials are ARBT. The interesting part of the story is that I decided on this username before I legally acquired the T, and it's in fact the ONLY reason why I hyphenated my last name when I married Husbeast. He was actually baffled that I wanted to take his at all.

And anyone that knows me understands that "brat" is and always was a large chunk of my identity.

Location and language(s):

The "Here be dragons" end of Massachusetts (Northeastern USA), which amuses me because clearly the dragons in question are college students, supercilious academics, queer people of all descriptions (yay!) and cows.

English is my language, though I used to be near fluent in French, conversational in Russian and knew enough Spanish to be reasonably functional thanks to a Tejana sister-in-law and bilingual signage all over NY.


Age range (e.g 20s, 30s, etc.):

I turn 45 in October. I'm in that murky generational transition period often referred to as "Xennial" -- basically the rapid transition from analog to digital and the explosion of personal computer tech corresponds directly to how long I've been alive. Even though I'm a hair older than the oldest of the "geriatric millennials" (lololol) I have much more in common with them than to true Xers.

Hot button/deal breaker issues that will likely lead to unfriending:

I'm a polyamorous bi/pan Black AFAB who is gender- and -neurospicy and fiercely leftist. Like truly liberal not the light conservative that passes for liberal in these united states. "Woke," if you will. I don't really believe in organized religion but as long as adopting an us vs them mentality and manipulating others into joining your faith is not a major part of your practice I'm absolutely chill with you. I like to refer to myself as a lapsed pagan, lol. I believe in compassion, dignity and human rights for everyone regardless of whether I agree with your life choices or not, and I'm a strong advocate of examining one's complicity in the white supremicist kyriarchy we all find ourselves living under.

If any of that bugs you, I invite you to maybe reflect on why, but I'm not interested in defending or debating any of the above.

Oh and get your goddamn vaccines, damn it.


Do you have an "About Me" post new friends can read to get a sense of who you are, the people you talk about regularly, etc.?

I don't think I've written one in about a decade? its been a bit since I felt the necessity, as I had stopped writing here and migrated to other socials in the mid to late 10s like a lot of people. Hence this post.

Is your profile up-to-date or at all useful?

um... good question? lemme look...

....well, aside from the fact that my fucking ICQ number is still listed (is that even a thing anymore?) yeah, it's still accurate. Guess keeping it short and simple was the pro move. But really these days if you're looking for me, just search for this handle. I haven't changed my online branding since 2012 and considering it's attached to a few still ongoing side hustles, it's not going away.

I do feel a little sad about the circle of names from both here and Livejournal that are long defunct though, which is 90% of them.

List a few things you think it's important new friends know about you right away:

I swear like a drunken dockworker but I'm really very nice and funny, I promise. And I only bite with enthusiastic consent.

Oh! that's a thing. I am sex and sex-worker positive and fierce about it. Not quite a dealbreaker, but don't get SWERFY about it.

You mostly write about:

Day to day stuff, my mental health, how I'm doing, people I love/interact with, things I think about, music I'm participating in or listening to, cats. I don't think I get mad political but that's because my entire existence is political and not easily extricated. Make of that what you will.

You never or very rarely write about:

Listen there is sooooooooooooo much word vomit potential in this brain, I'm not ruling out any topics.

Is your journal mostly public, locked, or a mix of public and locked?

This journal is mostly friends only except for a few introductory entries. I'm not super concerned about my privacy but I prefer generally having an idea who knows about how deep the neurodivergent rabbit hole is lol

Do you use filters for certain types of posts (e.g. fandom-related posts, or posts about sex, or mental health issues, etc.)?

Not really anymore? I have... other journals... for seriously explicit stuff (though I haven't used them in a bit). I'll try to be a bit better about content warning/tagging/entry cutting for the spicier stuff though, but I've never had a concern.

Your posting frequency (e.g. daily, every few days, weekly, etc.):

Of late (*cough* read since the Brain Asplode of February 2023 *cough*) its been more or less weekly, which a slow ramp up from nearly never. I'm aiming for at least once every 2-3 days.

Does your journal frequently include any of the following: memes, linkspams, gifs, photos, videos, etc?

in the old days it did. But these days I have tumblr and insta for memes and photos and links and videos go on Facebook. I do occasionally crosspost images/gifs here if they are relevant to the entry in question

What do you enjoy most about journaling?

I love blathering about what all is going on in my head, and I've gotten to the point of my life where almost no one asks anymore which apparently does a severe number on my self-esteem. Also while it was okay before it got all about the Al Gore Rhythm, short form social media was just easier because i could fire off a quick thought and move on, but things are so based on Gaining Engagement now, and I feel like true connection via other SM platforms is getting lost. One of the things I mourn with the death of LJ and other long form social media is the complete lack of any sense of... intimacy? it's all very surface and superficial and curated; no one gets really open and raw and REAL anymore. I'm not interested in perfection, I wanna see your mess so I can feel better about mine!

How often do you read your friends list (e.g. daily, every other day, once a week, etc.)?

I read daily. The days of five minute refresh are over, alas, but I do read every entry.

You really enjoy reading about:

Other people's lives. What they care about. What they're scared of. What cute thing their kids or friends or significant other did they felt was worth noting. How That Coworker annoyed them today. Having to go through Scary Medical Procedures. What Silly Stuff on the Internet caught people's attention. Really just anything, I love hearing about all of it.

You have very little interest in reading about:

uhhh, well provided you aren't a total clueless bigot, I don't think anything is off the table? I will probably skip over anything Harry Potter related though. Not that I don't like the books themselves, but I don't believe in lining JK Rowling's pockets while she throws her HP funded and fuelled platform behind invalidating trans people. Which sucks, because I was an avowed Puffle before she decided to fully show her entire ass.

Your thoughts on journals that regularly include any of the following: memes, linkspams, gifs, photos, videos, etc?

I don't mind them. These days I'd probably just be surprised to see any of that stuff here, if you know what I mean.

When it comes to comments on your posts, what matters more -- quality or quantity?

I don't care, honestly. I like knowing I'm not entirely shouting into an unresponsive void, but I'm also not going to be butthurt if you only comment when the spirit strikes you.

Do you unfriend people who don't comment much, even if you know they are reading you regularly?

What? No! The fuck? That's dumb.

What is your approach when it comes to commenting on other journals?

If I have a particular need to respond to or validate something I read, I will. If I don't, I won't. cora did say something in her answe about missing the simplicity of a like button but also being glad dreamwidth doesn't have one because it forces you to think a little bit more about engaging with content a bit more than simply doubletapping.

When you friend someone, but things don't really click, do you unfriend them without warning, or do you send them a note first? How do you prefer to be unfriended in similar circumstances?

...yeah, unless I know you in real life or long enough that we can properly be considered friends, I'm not super pressed if you show yourself the door without explanation, and vice versa. If there's already an established relationship at play anything that would warrant unfriending would generally also warrant an Actual Off-Journal conversation.

Friending memes often ask people to list their favourite TV shows, movies, books, etc., but more often than not, those aren't things people actually write about in their journal. Do you have any favourite TV shows, movies, books, etc., that you DO often write about -- not necessarily in a fandom sort of way, just in general?

That I write about regularly? not that I can think of. I may mention in passing media I consume and like in my entries and once in a while a particular thing with still that it gets mentioned repeatedly (I think right now the only media that would qualify would be Our Flag Means Death... SEASON 2 WHEN, HBO???) but the thing about having a very widely scattered and diverse set of interests and tastes is that my attention is held by different things at different times and the landscape is always shifting.


Any final thoughts you'd like to share with potential new friends?

To borrow an idea from a recent bit of writing: "Welcome to the Brat Existential Crisis. Please ensure your safety harness is fully in the down and locked position. Please keep all arms and legs inside the car at all times. In case of emergency the exits are here, here, here, here, here, here anywhere, and thank you for riding. Enjoy your trip!"

friending meme.|one of a different sort| THIS WAY

It's certainly coming along! With any luck (and hopefully a minimum of wrist breakage) hopefully I can get this done by next weekend? Maybe? We'll see.

Life has been... well. Pretty much this, and podcasts and TV and will likely be that until I finish this. Hence the lack of postings. The two kind of major bits being dealing with Moonbeam's recovery, since he spent the better part of the week shut in our bathroom, to no one's enjoyment - the other two cats were freaked out by their comrade being trapped in there, Moonbeam HATES being shut up away from people, plus the inconvenience of not really being able to use the bathroom effectively. But thankfully Moonbeam is on the mend, is once again continent (thank fuck) and there is no longer kitty litter all over the bathroom (yay) so there was that. He's still on antibiotics for another week and on the urinary tract food at least until we finish the bag/cans, but at least that bit's not quite as gross. As an added perk, his general smellycatness seems to have gone away as well, so maybe the hideous breath was a sign of something else going on that the medicine is taking care of. Either way win.

Not much else to report other than attending a lovely party at renegadethumper/deliriumdeva's new place in CT. Those two do love themselves old converted factory spaces. Also I have various home improvement/cat amusement projects in the works for when this thing is finished... they mostly at this stage involve lots of measuring and discovering that I have pretty much forgotten all of my middle school trig except for the Pythagorean theorem. >_< Meanwhile I am terrifying the husbeast with murmurings on twitter about possibly needing 1500 feet of sisal rope and a whole lot of PVC pipe. Hey, I said they were projects. :P

But... first things first. Let's finish this one first.

Tomorrow, much to my surprise, I have off for MLK day. I will mostly be spending it going in for my annual as well as making a crock of stew for the week, and maybe not pissing myself off with tumblr: land of social injustice, to mark the holiday? :/ And of course, the beading. All the beading.

Cookie for knowing what I'm referencing with the last three words. Obviously my name is not Elizabeth.

Been a pretty packed 24 hours, all told. Yesterday evening we got invited to deliriumdeva's for what began as a crafting and wine night (avalon616 and deliriumdeva were constructing bits of their Halloween costumes) but expanded to include watching The Fifth Element with cell23 and renegadethumper. Much later in the evening, after the boys had excused themselves, I don't even remember how it even came up, but I broke into a snatch of "On This Night of A Thousand Stars" from Evita for SOME reason, and deliriumdeva was all OMG I KNOW THAT SONG. It turns out that we both had serious childhood obsessions with cassettes of the 1979 Broadway cast. The one with Patti LuPone. And Inigo Montoya. And that ridiculous guy playing Peron with a terrible accent. (Rolling all your Rs and singing/talking through your nose =/= authentic Argentinean accent. It is, however, hilarious and would make a good drinking game.) Anyway after this discovery deliriumdeva found the entire album on grooveshark and we had ourselves a bit of a singalong/nostalgiafest over our boozy crafting. Made it through the entire album too. I don't think I ended up going home until almost 3am.

Today I had a FUCK IT PAJAMA SATURDAY moment. It began with witnessing the dramatic and sticky end to cell23's attempt at making rum inside a pumpkin - the pumpkin kind of imploded and got a hole in it, so we had this thick, sticky yet delightful tasting pumpkin spice syrup with raisins that needed disposal. While cell23 and deliriumdeva absconded with the remains of the disaster to find something to bake with it (they ended up with a not at all bad tasting bread pudding) I plunked myself on the couch to watch The Sound of Music, as it was due back at Captain Video later on in the evening. However it's already a bazillion hour long movie, and watching it was made slower because I would back up the musical numbers and watch them again with commentary. (Yes, I'm the movie dweeb that watches every single special feature/documentary/making of thing/horde of horrifying trivia about the movie included in DVD box sets. That stuff is like crack to me, and now that we have a blu-ray player it's only going to get worse.) On top of this, I had to keep pausing first because our neighbors were being DRAMATIC in the cul de sac, then esotericscribe came over looking for costume fixings, then avalon616 came over to be all Sexy Darth Vader at me (I'm not kidding, that's what she was dressed as.) So I got almost to the part where the movie explodes into an orgasm of OMGNAZIS and cell23 came back with an invite to dinner and froyo with oneforellis and bloodandsmoke, so we all trucked down to Taco Bell (le sigh, the places I will go for my husband and friends), then to FroyoWorld, who have an amazing blood orange sorbet and a pomagranate tart flavor on tap this month. Nom.

After we got back I dashed out to Captain Video, as I was mistakenly under the impression that they closed at 9 and it was about 8:40 when I left, and I needed to return last week's DVDs. (They actually close at 11 on Saturday, good to know.) I ended up renting The Sound of Music again so I could finish it, and since it cost less to rent 5 movies than to rent 3, I also picked up Persepolis, Evita (last night's sing-along put the HUNGER in me) and blu-rays of Avatar and The Adventures of Tintin, neither of which I've managed to see yet. So, providing the electricity holds out this week, I'll be quite entertained. I've missed the experience of going to an actual video store to get movies. Its an experience not long for this world thanks to Netflix and other streaming media, but I'm rather happy to have one last holdout in which to wander through an endless forest of movie potential. It's not the same online. For one thing Netflix streaming doesn't have the bazillion hours of bonus material with their movies. ;)

Anyway, I came home and finished The Sound of Music. Man, the older I get the more douchenozzley Rolf becomes. I realize in all the bazillion times I've watched the movie it's been the same performance by Daniel Truhitte over and over again, but I swear, every single time I see it Rolf just gets worse to the point where I want to yell at Liesl for even wanting to sneak out in the rain to see him, let alone doing it. HE'S AN ASSHOLE, GIRL! HE'S GONNA TURN YOUR ENTIRE FAMILY OVER TO THE NAZIS IN ANOTHER TWO AND A HALF HOURS JUST YOU WATCH! HE'S NOT EVEN CUTE! HE'S GOT THAT KINDA HITLER YOUTH FACE YOU WANNA PUNCH! PUNCH IT GIRL PUNCH IT!

Yeah, um, come on, y'all know I'm not exactly sane.

During Ladies crafting wine and musical night and during the movie I actually got quite a bit accomplished. Apologies in advance for the crappy iPad pictures, my camera battery died and I have no earthy idea where I've put the charger for it. >_<



Bowser's hanger is all painted and mod podged finally! Instead of flat wood, he now has bright shiny 1up mushrooms. All that's left on him is installing a hook so he can actually, you know. Hang.



Well, look who made it off the loom in time for Halloween! I finally got her warp threads all woven in on one side today and so was able to finally free up the loom. About 1/3rd of the way through on her other side. I have zero idea what I'm going to do with her other than frame her, but man, its nice to see her this close to done after staring guiltily at her on her loom for over a year.

I've also begun Test #2.



This one's gonna take a bit longer than the last one because it's twice as wide, and I have other things on my plate that needed/still need to be attended to. Again, most of the point of this patch is to see if there's enough distinction between the yellow and pale lime - while I was eventually able to see the difference in the photograph from my last entry, I still can only barely see it in practice - which makes actually working with the two colors side by side a pain in the ass. We'll see how old Christopher here fares when I'm done with him.

And now it's almost 3am (again) bedtime. Tomorrow, and apparently the rest of the week, nothing but hey ho, wind and the rain. Damn you, Sandy.

Guys, all silliness and craft blather aside, something important to me. Listen up.

There's a group of people in NY very dear to me though I have not seen them in a while called Harmony House. I may have mentioned a while ago that one of their number (purpura) has been having a rough time of it since the birth of her second child this past summer, and very very long story short, she's being prepped for a heart transplant as I post this.

If you're the praying sort or even just the think wonderful happy thoughts sort, send up one for purpura, for the rest of Harmony House (they are a wonderfu, intelligent and fun bunch of people/kids), and lastly for the person lost whose heart purpura is now receiving.

And if you haven't before, seriously consider becoming an organ donor.

I do have Real Things to post about, but before I do that, a signal boost.

Help Support Fellow Curly Girl, Katie Morton and her family.

Katie (purpura around these parts) and indeed all of Harmony House are amazing, creative, wonderful people. Please signal boost far and wide and if you're the praying sort, put one in for her speedy recovery so she can go home and be with her ridiculously adorable (and thankfully healthy) baby boy.

It may be snowing a little bit in the Valley. Supposedly accumulation of up to 10 inches.

Well damn, Winter. Nice of you to finally show up. Shopping and getting home is going to be interesting...

In other news, amazing how a reasonably dull workday can be livened up by a friend dropping in. Especially when said friend just got contacts and so you mistake her for yet another random student looking for a MacBook charger or something. That said, eeee and yay for drop ins and subsequent lunchies by and with deliriumdeva.

Yeah I know it's ass o'clock am, what am I doing up. I woke up two hours-ish ago and its a good thing I did as my iPod was out of juice and none of my alarms were set for the day. At this rate, seeing as they're gonna go off in half an hour I might as well loop through for my work day and nap when I get home.

Yesterday (it still feels like today) was pretty awesome - productive shit was accomplished around the house in terms of cleaning, although in the process I encountered Horrendous Colonies of Green Fuzz. Note to self - I need to be more vigilant about rinsing out my plastic lunch containers when I get home. But I'm perversely proud of myself - apparently it takes three instances of stealth mold attacks now to freak me out as opposed to one, so I suppose I'm getting better with that whole green fuzzy phobia. Still. Need to stay on top of the kitchen a little more cause ewwww.

We has bookshelves in our bedroom now! Lol the cat is so confused right now. She seriously doesn't know what to make of there suddenly being these odd structures she can climb into. Considering I haven't had a chance to really unpack books to fill them with yet, she's been jumping in and out of the shelves in an investigative manner for most of the afternoon. Even caught her curled up on the top shelf of one next to my manga, which was all kinds of both cute and WTF.

Midway through my morning I got pinged by htl_1126, who was all like O HAI I'M IN TOWN AND IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY I'M TREATING BOTH OF US TO HANGAR WINGS AND BEER. Talk about offers I cannot refuse! So out we went and indeed Wings were had. Oh God. Hangar wings. There is something about having them in the actual restaurant fresh out the kitchen that notches them up from delicious chicken crack to a near religious experience. Nothing like the 2 pound $45 ribeye steak cell23 had apparently, but I'm not super picky about my indulgences. Dead thing is dead thing.

I'd been facebook chatting with CuteGirl this past week since we keep being all non-proactive about getting together. Accursed lesbian sheep syndrome. Anyway she works in Amherst so I decided to wander by and say hello at the end of her shift. Ended up staying until she closed and then afterward we went to Barts for ice cream and sweet stuff and shit shooting. I had a lovely time and came home on a cloud of squee. I don't know where that's going but I'm enjoying it. Now hopefully it won't be another three months before we connect up again, but I doubt it will since we now know each other's work/game schedules. Muuuuhahahaha

It dawned on me that I've been on a meat and sugar bender since early Friday. Sheesh, no wonder I'm getting sick. Thankfully it remains a minor cold and once I quit dusting today my nose stopped running like a faucet so hopefully it'll be a short lived one as well. Can I be amused by how every time I'd go to New York for a week earlier this year cell23 would usually come straight down with something a couple of days later and now that he's the one gone, I'm the one all sniffly and ew? Oy.

I'm a little mad I volunteered to work today seeing as I'm nowhere near done with the housecleaning I wanted to get done and don't really feel like going in, but I like getting paid, so off I'll go in an hour. I have errands to run anyway. Still, no complaints about the weekend. None at all. :)

It seems I only had spoons and brainspace for the cooking bits of my aspirations for this weekend, but that's okay. After the frenzy of chopping and cooking tornadodom early yesterday afternoon I seemed to need the downtime and rest while stuff was actually doing the whole cooking thing, so I have no real regrets other than the usual nagging "I have to work tomorrow and the house is a mess and I haven't gotten anything done!" litanies, and since the last item is blatantly untrue (WTF, brain, were you absent all weekend?) and the house is actually better looking than usual owing to cell23 and I cleaning the kitchen, picking up around the living room and getting the bags of recycling out of the house yesterday, I'm cheerfully ignoring the little voices and resting on my laurels.

The tomato sauce came out the pot this morning after seventeen hours of cooking (!) and was quite yummy, though had more of a chili note than a pasta sauce underpinning to the taste. More wine, garlic and sugar needed I think. A jar of it is in the fridge in anticipation of a pasta night later this week (maybe) and several containers of it are in the freezer. I then cleaned out the pot and filled it with the split pea soup components I'd assembled yesterday, three large smoked pork neck bones (yeah yeah, insert your favorite southern black stereotype here) and a couple quarts of chicken stock; eight hours later there was some seriously delicious soup waiting to be boxed up and frozen for lunch. That came out perfect - other than swapping out turkey neck for pork, it tastes pretty much exactly like Ruthy's. (Maybe better, but don't tell her that! Or Dad for that matter!) Even dinner last night was damn tasty, being my usual OJ chicken fancy dinner standby, and I think I've finally solved the dilemma of getting the gravy for that to thicken up in a reasonable amount of time (how long have I been making that? five years? sheesh) and since I made a whole tray of breasts a couple of those are portioned out and boxed up for lunch too. My goal really is to quit nickel and diming money on food, be it lunches, dinners or snacks; it adds up alarmingly fast (I do like to eat when intestinal drama permits it) and when I do the math at least 3/4s of where my money disappears is down my throat. (shut up.) Need to cut that shit out if I'm ever going to a) save b) pay down anything. Hopefully between the split pea and the potato leek soup, the chicken and pasta, I'll get that in better control, at least for the next couple weeks.

Still need to figure out what I'm going to do with the last few tomatoes, cause I need to do something and no bites on anyone possibly taking them. I ended up freezing the carrot greens; maybe I'll just blanch, puree and freeze for later? I suddenly wish I'd paid attention when Carole was teaching herself to can vegetables. :/ A project for next summer maybe, depending on whether I decide to do the whole tomato vines in pots thing again. Also kinda wish I had a juicer.

I wasn't cooking QUITE the whole time this weekend - cell23, deliriumdeva and I did make a trip down to the diner late last night for coffee and light fare and shooting the shit with lysscat, which there was plenty of because the diner was dead for a Saturday. You guys, there's this Greek coffee frappe on the menu that not only is delicious, but had so much caffeine that I was sorta seeing funny auras around stuff after drinking half of it. *chuckle* not that lysscat didn't try to warn me that I'd probably start vibrating after drinking one, but at the time that seemed like more of a recommendation than a deterrent. Still is. Whee.

Speaking of interesting effects on brain chemistry, I am current buzzed nigh unto tipsy; in celebration of getting a prodigious amount of slow cooked stuff done, I cracked open one of the licor43 nips and had that celebratory cocktail I'd been craving since first having this stuff at Christmas. And oh.... dear fates, it's just as good as I remember. And as potent. I now know why two glasses at Stanley's had me more than a little wobbly for a while - this sweet sneaky shit is 62 proof, which is murder to a lightweight like me and yeah, I notice that my already miniscule tolerance to alcohol has vanished along with my weight so I'm being good and only having one tonight. I'll save the other nip for when I need a treat with a punch.

cell23 seems to be on a "so many drugs were involved in the making of this movie" jag on Netflix - over the past few days I've sat through most of both Hunter S. Thompson movies (Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas and Where the Buffalo Roam) and today, Cannibal; the Musical. (I don't necessarily blame drugs for that one - Trey Parker and Matt Stone kind of naturally excrete crack into their bloodstream from some gland or another.) Also rewatched Hot Tub Time Machine, since cell23 had never seen it and it's just amiably silly enough to survive a second watching a year or so later. Currently behind on all of my TV watching other than Doctor Who. Still need to make a media consumption post at some point. Argh.

I think right now I need to eat something to soak some of the Cuarenta y Tres out of my blood though.

Bad/Annoying: Our fridge shat the bed, probably on Sunday. Thinking the defrost timer either broke or iced over. Hopefully it'll get fixed today, but in the meantime I've been on a bit of a spree of throwing out, cooking, or attempting to save what was in there. You all probably can surmise why this isn't making me very happy, particularly the half inch or so of cheddar cheese that had already developed a nasty case of green fuzzy pox. On the upside, cell23 and I haven't gone shopping in a while so the fridge is pretty bare. Mostly annoyed because we did just get a gallon of milk which I had to tip down the drain and about eight eggs left that I now can't use, but the rest of what was in there in all honesty probably was about at the "throw me out nau" stage anyway. So it's really nowhere near as bad as it could have been.

Also in solidarity with the fridge, the kitchen overhead light is starting to die, which translates to crazy making florescent flicker. Growl.

Silver Lining: Had to quickly come up with a way to get rid of both the two tomatoes from the back and the handful of cherry tomatoes we got over the weekend at the farmstand. They have been cut up, salted, dusted with basil and stuck in the oven; hopefully later today I'll have some delicious "sun-dried" tomatoes to munch on. At least today it isn't nearly as hot and sticky as it has been so running the oven on low all day isn't as miserable of a prospect as it would have been yesterday.

ETA: Dear CHRIST. I just sampled a few of the little ones. They are so delicious I could cry.

Good: I had an interview up at the Smith computer store yesterday which seemed to go quite well.

Even better: I had the car and the time, so I nipped down to Westfield to dust and tidy my office, call a couple of clients, forward my office phone to google voice and say hello to the gang down there.

Better than that: also was treated to yummy dead cow and henbitching by htl_1126, whom I haven't seen in forever.

Slightly annoying: Westfield omnipresent road construction seems to have gotten exponentially worse since the last time I was down.

Excellent: It apparently HAD gone quite well, since they offered the job to me this morning. :) I start tomorrow. Yay money. Even better, yay weekly check.

AAAAAAAAAGH: currently somewhat paralyzed by my to-do list between now and the asscrack of tomorrow's dawn, which is when I'm going to have to leave. Totally procrastinating by posting to LJ.


So you know. Things are mildly exciting around here. Mildly.

So I now have this combination printer/scanner/copier thing sitting on top of my tower courtesy of stormslegacy. I spent a little bit of time tonight first weeding though a Diamond Comics box full of pictures I have been meaning to put into albums for at least five or more years and scanning some for the MSFC facebook group I mentioned earlier. I've also thrown out quite a few - some I don't want to see ever again for obvious reasons, some were simply bad shots, most... I know ostensibly there was some reason I had doubles made of every goddamn picture I took in college but as I winnow through these stacks of pictures and weed out the dupes, I've concluded that whatever it was, it wasn't a good reason. (It was probably honestly because it was free.)

But yeah, um. Wow. If anything this box is all the evidence needed to prove that my friends have always been utterly wacky creative types and none of them (especially not harinezumi - yes, I still have the pics of you in seriously bad drag) should ever run for political office. Also wow. We were all so goddamn... young... fifteenish years ago.

Speaking of young, there's also this.



Like bellarisa couldn't resist pointing out, yes, I have one of those faces that hasn't really changed since the Carter administration (Which I was alive for, thank you, this picture was taken during it). Just less baby fat these days. And more hair/yarn.

Bedtime now.

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