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Tomorrow is my LAST DAY putting up with the supervisor.
I can hardly restrain my joy.
Today someone said I didn’t have to look so happy about leaving them… I was thisclose to telling her OH YES I DO BECAUSE I SO AM.
And then, I have to cram loads of stuff in the car and go to start new job Thursday, and come back Saturday to finish cleaning out stuff. This was not the tidiest move ever.
Merry Christmas.
Things are looking up - the week is done and I’m off to pursue recreation and peace in the wet wilds of the coast. Have a great week!
Your Score: Longcat
55% Affectionate, 43% Excitable, 35% Hungry
Protector of truth.
Slayer of darkness.
Loooooong.
Longcat may seem like just a regular lengthy cat, but he is, in fact, looong. For proof, observe the longpic.
It is prophesized that Longcat and his archnemesis Tacgnol will battle for supremacy on Caturday. The outcome will change the face of the world, and indeed the very fabric of lolcatdom, forever.
Be grateful that the test has chosen you, and only you, to have this title.
To see all possible results, checka dis.
| Link: The Which Lolcat Are You? Test written by GumOtaku on OkCupid, home of the The Dating Persona Test |
Making Light: Abi Sutherland, on Catz
Why I continue to lurk in Making Light’s comment threads. OMG. NO WAI! LOTR be Lolcatterized!
YouTube - Oingo Boingo on the Gong Show
Ah, the 70’s.
I particularly enjoyed the rocket man and the dragon.
YouTube - Stop, Look and Listen (1967)
LOL, the skid marks. It’s a Warner Bros cartoon without Roadrunner & Wile Coyote.
… it’s raining again.
I have an urge to go out and do a Snoopy dance in the driveway, but as I’m in my pajamas until I do laundry that would probably not be a good idea.
I, as a pet parent who spoils her children to the nth degree, got a water fountain for my cat that constantly recirculates the water, as kitties like that and stop trying to stick their head in people’s water glasses rather than drink from stale standing water. When it runs low it makes a sort of grinding noise. I awoke last night to a sound I mistook for the fountain. Standing blearily under the vent in the hall, I realized the rain was coming down hard enough to make a dull roar through the vent system. So I went back to bed.
What a great Sunday. Might venture to the library later.
I don’t know if it’s a he or she, or what its name might turn out to be.
But I’m starting out with ’she’ and she’s a bronze winged pionus parrot.
All fixed. Tech support helpful. Groovy.
I know someone who says LOL. In casual conversation. Usually when there is… a lull in conversation.
So I thought she was saying ‘lull’ as if pointing out the obvious, but no, she is in fact saying LOL, only pronouncing it ‘loll’ because, well, how would you say it?
Do you say net-isms? ROFL would be particularly eyebrow-raising, especially around my co-workers, who don’t ‘do computers.’ I’m thinking I’ll try ROFL on my LOLler, or maybe LOLlerskates, or both. With a LOLlercopter thrown in for good measure.
Old Who was so, so entertaining. The dude with the electric falcon is just so Plastic! Locutus with a personality graft from Harry Mudd.
Also, love the Hare Krishnas with the MIND RAY OF DOOOOOOM.
3:43 pm: get home from library and gas station with shiny new car. Note mud spatters on white paint. Note that have not yet washed car in the couple of weeks since purchase.
3:52 pm: organize car care products. Lock kitty door; back car out of garage. Bring out the hose.
3:55 - 4:15 pm: wash car.
4:16 - 4:30 pm: squeegee excess water, then dry car with multiple towels. Move car back into garage, noting the return of moving neighbors with huge long trailer. Close garage door. Unlock kitty door to restore access to kitty litter.
4:30 - 5:00 pm: apply variety of detailing products appropriately, washing windows, cleaning and protecting dashboard, dusting, shaking out all-weather mats.
5:00 - 5:30 pm: apply wax to all but the trunk lid, which is too close to the garage door for comfort; buff. Admire shiny car, making faces to show off reflection in various panels.
5:52 pm: Go into garage to move wet laundry to dryer; note cat curled up on hood. Shoo cat. Throw very old afghan over shiny hood and tuck under windshield wipers to keep it from sliding off.
8:05 pm: BOOM! MeeeeeeeeeoooooooW!
8:06 pm: Go out in garage - note: afghan on floor in front of car, cat wigging out and darting between feet into apartment. Deduce cat jumped up, afghan slid under her weight on newly waxed hood, shot cat into the front of the washing machine, where she then ricocheted into (now overturned) laundry basket. Laugh butt off.
8:10 pm: put afghan on hood. Wait. Possibly cackling softly and holding camera.
I decided today that I wanted to give my car a bit more of a workout, and ran it on a 100 mile loop of freeway/highway that included the high desert, part of the grapevine/I-5 corridor, and a mountain pass. I’m happy to report that the entire trip was effortless for the car, which is more than I could say for the old one - I passed cars struggling with the grade, and passed more cars on the flat, and although I was going the same speed on I-5, lots and lots of cars flew by me like I was standing still, but I was still doing 70-80 mph so all the way round I congratulated myself on deciding to take the jump. The stereo skipped a few times on one of my home-made cd’s but has been otherwise well behaved. Filled up in a small town about halfway around and calculated that I went 24 mpg on the first tank, averaged - not bad since 2/3 of that gas went on city driving, which is notoriously bad for mileage, plus I’ve been drag-racing around; if I watch myself, I’ll probably be able to eke out better mpg on the commute.
It’s almost Monday again. Egad. Guess I need to figure out food. I have chicken marinating, so it won’t be too hard.
The car is at the dealership to be detailed (buying over the weekend means the car can’t be washed, the shop guys are all off, so they said I could come back).
I haven’t taken a picture yet. But I can steal one.
I have a new car.
Zoom Zoom!
I learned:
1. my cat purrs so hard she squeaks
2. it’s not going to snow here after all, but it will be freezing cold
3. the condescending and confusing person obliquely referred to previously in this blog is GOING AWAY. Thus solving a problem only a couple of weeks in the making.
Tomorrow, I go a-librarying. And possibly test driving.
I used to be a registered Republican. I also used to be conservative. I saw a comment on another blog somewhere, something to the effect of “my politics are the same, it’s just the political landscape moving around beneath me….” I can’t remember changing my mind on a whole lot of issues, yet somehow I can no longer vote the party line.
I think I may have even voted Green/Independent on one slot - I really didn’t like either of the top two options.
And now I am hoping a door hits Rummy on the way out, and the Dems can use their power for good, not bureaucratic BS (I hesitate to say ‘evil’ just because I always hope that people are doing their best, it’s just not necessarily the best I would want).
Next Wednesday. At the clinic not 200 steps from my front door.
EEEEEEEEEEEE!
There are three positions open and they want people ASAP.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
1. I totally panicked for no reason. I thought I’d screwed up something because in trying to consolidate my loans, I found that I was still “in school” according to the university - ergo I must have forgotten some critical bit of administrivia. I didn’t. There was a form, I found it, I screamed because I’d never seen it before, and today my program coordinator said he’d already filed it on my behalf. I totally would have hugged him if he’d been standing in front of me. I think I shorted out my phone wibbling about it.
2. I TOTALLY PASSED the certification exam I took earlier this year, which I hardly studied for and didn’t care about — my burnout is not pasted on, it’s bone-deep, stick a fork in me yadda yadda. But I passed.
3. My degree will post on the 16th, which is far too late for anyone’s liking, but I guess they think professors will want to change grades at the extreme last minute. WTF? But I’ll be able to consolidate student loans before July.
4. My back, which I have issues with and pulled muscles in last Thursday by attending a yoga class and going all out where I should have held back, is feeling much better today.
5. Roommate let me use a gift certificate his momma gave him for some holiday last year. One of the items I ordered was a herb-filled microwavable hot/cold bag of what appears to be sand. It came today. My shoulders love it already.
All of this almost makes up for having a crappy boring temp job.
As I drove into the complex, dazed from not remembering basic stuff for the midterm, I saw a kid cross the street with a homemade flag propped on his shoulder. Looked like a sheet of copy paper and a long stick.
When I came in with the groceries, I realized I hadn’t checked the mail in two days and the trash needed to be ditched, so I did that. The kid was coming back from across the street. Our apartment complex straddles the street, so this isn’t too unusual; I figured he was playing with a friend from across the street, since I’d seen some of the local kids roller blading on the weekend. I saw that the sign said “U.A.K.” with a smaller afterthought of an R in the top right corner, and a single blue star in the top left corner.
As I got back to my apartment I made eye contact as he was heading along the center of the drive. He said hi. I asked what he was picketing.
Kid: I’m not picketing. I’m part of the United Apartment Kids Republic.
Me: Ah. How many people are in your republic?
Kid: Uuuuuhhhh… three. Currently.
Me: Isn’t a republic more like a country?
Kid: Yeah… I’m the current president.
Me: So, do you have some purpose or goal for the UAKR?
Kid: Yeah… we’re looking for something… useful to do.
Me: Hm. You mean like litter patrol or maybe feeding the ducks?
Kid: Yeah. We’re still thinking about it.
Me: Okay, cool. Good luck with that.
And he shrugged, and meandered off with his flag. I think he must have been 11 or 12, not hit puberty yet in any case. Cute kid, with freckles and pinchable cheeks. (Yeek, I sound like an old auntie.) I had no idea we had another government on our doorstep.
I like Metaquotes. Where else can you find riffs on everyday life that include Chai and Star Trek and Vin Diesel all in the same post? (Vin Diesel would have to guest star as the representative of his own species. Something big and violent, perhaps resembling a triceratops.)
Anyway, I visit a couple times a week, and often one of the regulars posts using the icon with Snape weaving back and forth against a flashing background of color. It’s hypnotic. I got to the bottom of the page and realized that I had started to weave and bob just like the Snape in the icon. And at the bottom of the page, there was another Snape icon in which he whirls around — again, mesmerized. At this point I realized that perhaps I should go to bed, because I don’t feel very well and obviously the bacteria have reached my cerebellum and reduced me to a head-bobbing vegetable.
Either that, or Alan Rickman has Teh Awwsome Power of Hypnosis!
… the outcome of my car problem. It was, of course, maliciousness on the part of the car that lit the service light, and nothing more. They changed the oil and reset the computer and called it ‘working order’.
To offset this good fortune that removed several zeroes from my imagined auto repair expense, I came home and found a dead bird, right where I could step on it and do the icky-squicky dance. My roommate’s cat may be old, but she’s still got it. She’s just too senile to actually do more than pull off a few feathers and give up. “What was I doing? Eating? This tastes like feathers!”
Still with the not-showing-up clients. And, the rumors of closing down the clinic are running round and round. Joy.
My roommate’s birthday gift (which was a month late) was Firefly DVDs, and his Christmas present to me was Serenity.
It’s a Firefly kind of holiday. And BSG starts up again on the 8th. 
Would it help if I told you it was a retelling of Serenity?
Good fun. Love shirtless!Mal. “Holy crap, it’s a teenage girl wielding some battleaxes! We better call backup!” Snrt.
Pirate Monkey’s comic version of HP Meets Mary Sue
I laughed. I cried. I clicked through it again.
From a book on cognitive behavioral therapy I read recently:
“…in the original Star Trek series, a race called the Empaths….”
I scratched my head for a while until I remembered the one where All-Powerful Aliens(tm) were torturing Kirk to determine whether the mute lady’s race was worth saving. The episode was called the Empath - not her race, which I don’t think was named. She was beautifully played by a ballet dancer.
This isn’t the first reference to Star Trek gone slightly awry that I’ve come across, it probably won’t be the last, but it reminds me just how much of this stuff I remember that the Mundanes don’t.
is the first emailed unsolicited feedback in two years, on a story I’d all but forgotten about.
… of how cell phones have penetrated every aspect of our lives. I have the news going, and one of the announcers in the main news room had to speak over the jaunty little refrain of a cell phone set on what sounded like the theme to Hawaii Five O.
A one day turnaround. Apparently, my laptop will be here tomorrow.
Good golly gee! Getting my laptop back with new hard drive and the latest Harry Potter in the same week? I think I may have stumbled into one of those alternate universe thingies everyone on Star Trek stumbled into.
ETA: 4:00 pm delivery.
!!!! That was a really fast turnaround! Four days? It’ll take longer to reinstall everything.
Words uttered by Roommate, upon observing my emptying of my purse: “It’s like watching clowns pour out of one of those little cars.”
Surely, a mashup to love. Owner of a Lovely Butt
You thought crossovers were just for fandom? Here’s “Owner of a Lonely Heart” crossed with “I Love Big Butts.” Heh.
I came home to find that my old cell phone sold on ebay, which means grocery money! Packaged that box and got it ready to go, then went out to see if the postal carrier had come yet or if I could stalk him and save myself a trip to the post office. He already came, but I’ve forgiven him - the letter came!
I passed the comprehensive exam! I won’t have to retake it! Woohoo! If I could backflip, I’d be entertaining the neighbors! I have no idea what score I really got - I’d have to ask. But I don’t think I will - pass/fail, baby!
DumbCat is celebrating by chasing her own tail all over the apartment.