Today I made amazing progress in cleaning downstairs; now it looks like somewhere I might want to live. This was fabulous except when I realized the box with the old PS2 keyboards and mice and spare power cables was now on the bottom of the pile in the closet under the stairs. WHICH I NEEDED to resurrect Ada and then blow my eardrums out converting tape to mp3, because I cannot let well enough alone.
I just permitted boy to squirt things up my nose, so I can breathe for the next thirty minutes. I should use this opportunity to go to bed, but that is not likely.
Alexis sleeps quietly in his blanket in the box of peaches. I have no bacta tank or healing crystal for his mortal wounds so have sewn him up the best I can and must let time work a miracle. We will wake him when we are ready. I lie on the floor next to the windows and listen to the sky.
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Friday, May 8, 2009
Merricat said Connie
DISCLAIMER: I am currently on three different allergy and/or cold medicines, because none of them are working.
The black squirrel has not come back; I may post LOST signs around the neighborhood. I hear they are abundant in Council Bluffs and will venture across the river with a bag of small traps. The cardinal is a frequent visitor, though, so surely he will spread the word.
I attempted a French manicure and have decided that it would only be worthwhile to do in purple and black. If I wanted my nails to be pink with white tips, I would not be painting them in the first place kthx.
The wind is very noisy in the trees tonight. Usually that would mean I would be soothed and sleeping, but OMG snot. There is also the sound of men laughing outside. That sound frequently makes me panic and run run run. I will assign a squirrel to each corner of the yard.
Oh, so angry, all the time, I think if anyone knew just how angry they would back away from me slowly until they fell over backwards into the ocean. I tend to leave a trail of flaming carnage in my wake Princess Sailor me but I am a unicorn, and unicorns do not regret.
I did not turn into a pumpkin*. I did not even turn into a peach. I may resort to watercolors.
The black squirrel has not come back; I may post LOST signs around the neighborhood. I hear they are abundant in Council Bluffs and will venture across the river with a bag of small traps. The cardinal is a frequent visitor, though, so surely he will spread the word.
I attempted a French manicure and have decided that it would only be worthwhile to do in purple and black. If I wanted my nails to be pink with white tips, I would not be painting them in the first place kthx.
The wind is very noisy in the trees tonight. Usually that would mean I would be soothed and sleeping, but OMG snot. There is also the sound of men laughing outside. That sound frequently makes me panic and run run run. I will assign a squirrel to each corner of the yard.
Oh, so angry, all the time, I think if anyone knew just how angry they would back away from me slowly until they fell over backwards into the ocean. I tend to leave a trail of flaming carnage in my wake Princess Sailor me but I am a unicorn, and unicorns do not regret.
I did not turn into a pumpkin*. I did not even turn into a peach. I may resort to watercolors.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Sunday, May 3, 2009
IN THE NAME OF SCIENCE
I have purchased Neutrogena MicroMist faux tanning object, with intent. I think I will practice on legs to make sure it doesn't turn me into a pumpkin before I try my face. I am heartbroken that the Agent Orange I used to use has been discontinued, since my application met with Bertha Parker's approval and therefore must have been without fault.
Today has been an anti-day, because I was supposed to work, but she called and canceled at 8:20 this morning. So I was all worked up and had no chance to express it safely and harmlessly. Boy has several new scars.
THERE IS A BLACK SQUIRREL THAT VISITS MY YARD; this is the ideal and certain sign of good fortune for my future, present, and past endeavors. I intend to supply it with ample corn and peanuts and blood sacrifices. Mother told me that cardinals eat black sunflower seeds, so I must also put those out, as cardinals carry the spirit of my dead grandfather. I know they are near, for I have heard them.
The trees in back have been tentatively identified as some variety of ash. I will have to think about this.
I was given a pass to Warren Buffett's annual big shareholder party, but large mobs of people inspire terror and I might drop my tail, so I am keeping it as a souvenir instead. I could theoretically have saved $$$ on jewelry, but I doubt it would have been to my taste. tiger eye tiger eye tiger eye
I have discovered TAB at Kroger. OH NOES WHY DOES THIS HAPPEN
Today has been an anti-day, because I was supposed to work, but she called and canceled at 8:20 this morning. So I was all worked up and had no chance to express it safely and harmlessly. Boy has several new scars.
THERE IS A BLACK SQUIRREL THAT VISITS MY YARD; this is the ideal and certain sign of good fortune for my future, present, and past endeavors. I intend to supply it with ample corn and peanuts and blood sacrifices. Mother told me that cardinals eat black sunflower seeds, so I must also put those out, as cardinals carry the spirit of my dead grandfather. I know they are near, for I have heard them.
The trees in back have been tentatively identified as some variety of ash. I will have to think about this.
I was given a pass to Warren Buffett's annual big shareholder party, but large mobs of people inspire terror and I might drop my tail, so I am keeping it as a souvenir instead. I could theoretically have saved $$$ on jewelry, but I doubt it would have been to my taste. tiger eye tiger eye tiger eye
I have discovered TAB at Kroger. OH NOES WHY DOES THIS HAPPEN
Thursday, April 30, 2009
I cannot believe we'd ever die for these sins
Saturday was the rain date for Earth Day Omaha, so JL and I went to Elmwood Park and sat in the misty drizzle from two to four, handing out white pine seedlings. I have a huge tray of purple coneflower seeds in my car still if anyone is interested.
Poor JL. She loves me even though I'm not always socially acceptable; she told me my hair is the color of tiger eye without any prompting at all. I told her and my other minion this morning about the time when Punkin and I were sharing a dorm room and got this little snowglobe kit. We stayed up until three in the morning making snowglobes full of glitter and tiny plastic farm animals and baby doll parts. Dismembered floating hands and feet. Then I had to tell about the abandoned barn near my grandma's house that was full of mannequin hands and feet, so there would be some context for the snowglobes. I still want a fishbowl full of Barbie heads, but I think I stole that from a movie.
There was also the time we took turns wearing her lavender pageboy wig and danced all over for the webcam. I really miss back when the Internet was for geeks and not tainted by the common people. I miss MS-DOS.
YES HELLO I HAVE ISSUES
I somehow have drowned my hard drive down to one gig remaining. Am going install a ONE TERABYTE drive. I am quite threatened by this actually and am trying to remember if I was terrified of my first gigabyte.
The tree in the front yard is definitely maple. I'm still not sure about the two in back. There is some kind of apple tree across the street whose blossoms I covet. I can't decide if I would want to be that kind of tree, or birch, or willow. I have eaten of the golden apples of the sun, and now no mortal man may hold me.
Poor JL. She loves me even though I'm not always socially acceptable; she told me my hair is the color of tiger eye without any prompting at all. I told her and my other minion this morning about the time when Punkin and I were sharing a dorm room and got this little snowglobe kit. We stayed up until three in the morning making snowglobes full of glitter and tiny plastic farm animals and baby doll parts. Dismembered floating hands and feet. Then I had to tell about the abandoned barn near my grandma's house that was full of mannequin hands and feet, so there would be some context for the snowglobes. I still want a fishbowl full of Barbie heads, but I think I stole that from a movie.
There was also the time we took turns wearing her lavender pageboy wig and danced all over for the webcam. I really miss back when the Internet was for geeks and not tainted by the common people. I miss MS-DOS.
YES HELLO I HAVE ISSUES
I somehow have drowned my hard drive down to one gig remaining. Am going install a ONE TERABYTE drive. I am quite threatened by this actually and am trying to remember if I was terrified of my first gigabyte.
The tree in the front yard is definitely maple. I'm still not sure about the two in back. There is some kind of apple tree across the street whose blossoms I covet. I can't decide if I would want to be that kind of tree, or birch, or willow. I have eaten of the golden apples of the sun, and now no mortal man may hold me.
Monday, April 20, 2009
Dream about the sun, you Queen of Rain
This was the day that would not end. I spent the last 45m at work with my cute little coloring book and 8 pack Crayola that J gave me before subcommittee last week. I could have gone out the bathroom window at three and JL would just have thought it was CUTE but I am NOT going to be that person. Until I've been there at least five years.
The anime I liked that wasn't Sailormoon has recently released a fourth season, TEN YEARS LATER, after I thought everyone was over it but me, just because I have absolutely no brainspace left for fangirl. Even though now in these modern times we have the YouTubes which facilitates series acquisition prior to American release. Even though it's raw and not subbed. BUT I LIKE IT RAW.
OTHER REASONS I AM A HORRIBLE PERSON: My dad e-mailed me that the grocery store greeting-person informed him that Spook's and my first-grade teacher recently died of a sudden brain aneurysm. And I snickered. She had this odd husband that was about four feet tall and wrote very serious poems about license plates that he would then read to small children. He must have hit up every elementary school in town, because Biskit went to the Catholic school but remembers this too. I have tried desperately to find this on the Internet anywhere, but apparently the world has been spared. I actually saw them both probably three years ago - they turned out to be tax clients. Still scary twenty years later.
There is a magical pagoda house north of town, out east close to the river (hello river) where it looks more like the world and less like Nebraska, that some needlessly rich yuppie type had designed and built and now cannot sell to save his life, because no one here knows enough to recognize its power of awesome. I think I should steal it and name the Chinese lions at the end of the driveway Gog and Magog and make it my beautiful castle. I already dreamed about it once, and also flying. If I dream about it three times, it's mine.
The anime I liked that wasn't Sailormoon has recently released a fourth season, TEN YEARS LATER, after I thought everyone was over it but me, just because I have absolutely no brainspace left for fangirl. Even though now in these modern times we have the YouTubes which facilitates series acquisition prior to American release. Even though it's raw and not subbed. BUT I LIKE IT RAW.
OTHER REASONS I AM A HORRIBLE PERSON: My dad e-mailed me that the grocery store greeting-person informed him that Spook's and my first-grade teacher recently died of a sudden brain aneurysm. And I snickered. She had this odd husband that was about four feet tall and wrote very serious poems about license plates that he would then read to small children. He must have hit up every elementary school in town, because Biskit went to the Catholic school but remembers this too. I have tried desperately to find this on the Internet anywhere, but apparently the world has been spared. I actually saw them both probably three years ago - they turned out to be tax clients. Still scary twenty years later.
There is a magical pagoda house north of town, out east close to the river (hello river) where it looks more like the world and less like Nebraska, that some needlessly rich yuppie type had designed and built and now cannot sell to save his life, because no one here knows enough to recognize its power of awesome. I think I should steal it and name the Chinese lions at the end of the driveway Gog and Magog and make it my beautiful castle. I already dreamed about it once, and also flying. If I dream about it three times, it's mine.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
go to NEXT and then again
I keep not updating this because nothing happens. I go to work and sometimes do some work and sometimes lie facedown in a puddle of drool, and then sometimes I walk four miles around the lake, and then I come home more or less reluctantly, and sometimes I make the boy drive me into Iowa over my pet bridge that they are going to implode soon, and then I stay up too late playing on the pookie and then sometimes I sleep and sometimes I don't and then I get up, lather rinse repeat.
I wore odango hair on Friday because it was the day after the board meeting and no one pays attention because everyone has a headache. I think I will do that more often if I can get away with it. Jim noticed and told me he liked my bunny ears. I'm like...they're not...well...kind of...I guess. Usagi yo. He brought me hot pink shoelaces with shiny bits, so I will forgive him.
My nails are also an extremely uncharacteristic bright pink. Once in a while is okay.
8/22/2000: "Ebay is a bad, bad, bad thing, worse than student charge, and I need my account revoked before I hurt myself. I also need to be beaten with chopsticks until I quit fixating on anime boys WHO WOULD THINK I WAS TOO LAME TO SLEEP WITH EVEN IF THEY WERE REAL. " It's nice to know that some pieces of me are actually still the same person as that long ago because sometimes I think each individual cell has been replaced and the sum of the parts is maybe 29 instead of 23, just off enough that it won't quite compile. It is, however, too bad that I retained all the most unfortunate pieces.
I wore odango hair on Friday because it was the day after the board meeting and no one pays attention because everyone has a headache. I think I will do that more often if I can get away with it. Jim noticed and told me he liked my bunny ears. I'm like...they're not...well...kind of...I guess. Usagi yo. He brought me hot pink shoelaces with shiny bits, so I will forgive him.
My nails are also an extremely uncharacteristic bright pink. Once in a while is okay.
8/22/2000: "Ebay is a bad, bad, bad thing, worse than student charge, and I need my account revoked before I hurt myself. I also need to be beaten with chopsticks until I quit fixating on anime boys WHO WOULD THINK I WAS TOO LAME TO SLEEP WITH EVEN IF THEY WERE REAL. " It's nice to know that some pieces of me are actually still the same person as that long ago because sometimes I think each individual cell has been replaced and the sum of the parts is maybe 29 instead of 23, just off enough that it won't quite compile. It is, however, too bad that I retained all the most unfortunate pieces.
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