little_tristan: (Apple Pie)
The boys are still at work. That part kind of sucks. But if they get it all sorted they won't have to go back tomorrow. Then we can watch DVRed Supernatural and The Big Bang Theory. Also, if they're tired enough tonight, I get corndogs from The Used To Be Crackpipe Store for dinner. I can't remember what it's really called. The last owners kept getting busted for selling crackpipes. It's really nice now so we couldn't keep calling it The Crackpipe Store.

I could learn the real name, but the boys probably won't and then they wouldn't know what I was talking about.

For breakfast I had apple pie.

I took a break from writing today to celebrate not being accountable for writing. It opened up a lot of time for reading. If tv keeps being awful, I might finish Mostly Harmless.

Mailing Christmas cards is being a problem because I'm out of stamps. Russell tried to get some this morning but the PO was closed and they don't have the machine he knows how to use anymore.

The first place I always go to buy online is Amazon. They sell stamps. And they suck. You get Prime shipping, but it's still $17 for $9 worth of stamps. How can that even be legal? The USPS site has them for actual face value. I ordered a bunch and the shipping was $1.75.

Next month they're issuing stamps with the Emancipation Proclamation on them. Not all of it, of course. But enough. I ordered a year's supply. That might've been a mistake, though, as I understand there will be more Civil Rights stamps coming out during the year. Probably I'll end up with a lot of stamps.

I don't have tags for any of these topics.
little_tristan: (Writer Snail)
The air in the house is so hot and dry, it's contributing to a new eye infection. Contributing because it's mostly my fault for rubbing it so compulsively the other night. Should have used the drops instead. Luckily I got a refill on the antibiotic/analgesic ointment last time and never opened it.

Mark worked Thursday through Saturday. They got almost everything done. I think they're going to finish this Saturday. But he got Sunday off. We watched Resident Evil on dvd. He'd never seen it before. Then I went to write and he joined me to watch streaming SPN on my computer.

It's the first time he's ever sat with me while I wrote. It's so happymaking that he's actually supportive enough to not comment on all the action-packed man-snuggling. He says he doesn't read over my shoulder, but he does.

He didn't like my calculating and posting the word count. He thinks competitive writing will interfere with what I do naturally. I told him if that was true, I would still be writing instead of posting the word count and playing FarmVille until the last episode finished. It's cute that he cares, but he doesn't understand. Sort of like when I'm hanging around watching him work. Except my work is more boring. There wasn't even any soldering.

Okay, I haven't really done anything else. I finished reading Scarlett Fever and now the library wants it back. But I want to keep it long enough to use it for quotes in the [profile] oddlittlecat discussion. Maybe I'll write my comments today.

The library wants Children of the Resistance, too, but I just started it. It's making me cry. Almost everything makes me cry right now. I'm not sure if it's seasonal or if it's just having my emotions so close to the surface while writing.

New stories are always like that. They come fresh from the emotional center of my brain and the door is wide open until it's finished. Well, a little longer. It's hard to get closed again. That's probably good. If it hadn't been open a crack for the rewrite of The Dancer, the new one wouldn't have been able to escape. It just made such a mess in there getting loose. Now I'm sobbing over Criminal Minds four times a day.

It's weird that I'm close to half-way through and still have no clue about the title. They should have told me by now. They keep whispering about a play on the word "Mass", as in the Catholic service, but I'm not listening. It's too predictable. Jimmy can do better. He's also suggested State of Grace, which has a nice romantic ring, but I still think he's being lazy.

I'm going to do some Christmas shopping and give him time to think.
little_tristan: (Riptide Murray Too Early)
Everything falls apart when I go to the bathroom in the morning. Today when I came back, not only had Willow chewed up the trash, my master monitor had died. I was going to steal the arch-nemesis' monitor long enough to switch control over to the slave, but luck smiled on me. When I unhooked the master, control switched over automatically to the slave. I didn't know that would happen.

The slave monitor sucks a little bit, but it's better than being offline. Or trying to explain to the a-n why I need his monitor, but only for a minute.

Sister and I have been trying to figure out how to get together tomorrow, with her confined to her house and my boys working. She said she'd been told they weren't having dinner because they can't afford the food. Her husband's out of work again and his mother's being a non-contributing leech for the fifth straight year. (At least my soul sucking dickhead nemesis in-law pays rent.)

We don't have time to cook the meal, but I said we could bring pizza and hang out. That's the point of Thanksgiving, right? Hanging out with your family and being thankful for what you have, even if it's Figaro's instead of Butterball? She was good with that. MiL the Hutt was not.

Ensuing conversations in Yahoo chat have escalated the crazy. Now that we're coming over for an hour in the late afternoon, MiL has to climb up on the cross and produce a full Thanksgiving dinner with all the trimmings. This is not a generous act on her part. This is her slaving over a hot stove all day for people she hates so she'll have something to punish my sister with until Christmas. Which is a whole other, but cruelly similar, drama.

The timing will fail, of course, because that's what she does. Always. We'll get there at five, after Russell's worked eight hours, spent an hour getting home, and driven another hour to Sister's, and the food won't be ready. She'll say it'll be another hour or two, and we'll end up leaving before dinner so Russ can get home and go to bed because he has to work on Friday, too. Hopefully McDonald's will be open.

But whether we get to eat at all is irrelevant compared to what she'll do to Sister if we leave before dinner, since she went to all that trouble for us in the first place. I wish I'd never brought it up at all, but Sister gets so unhappy when we miss holidays. There's just no way to save her.

Everyone blames the boys for working but that can't be helped either. They have to finish welding parts for the machine or the orders won't go out and the deal will fail, just like it did before. And our shop lease expressly forbids welding so it can't be done here. The machine has to be on the production line in two weeks and it's not going to be good for much without all these fiddly bits welded together in straight lines. Who knew the electronic designing and software writing were going to be the easy parts? Okay, that's not true. There were no easy parts.

I wish we could stay home and not bother the MiL from hell at all, but I haven't seen my sister since July. I don't want to wait another month.

At least my dentist appointment got canceled so I don't have to go outside. Their portable front door ramps got stolen. I actually have to find a new dentist now. One with a building I can get into. I love these people. They have an all female staff and the receptionist always remembers me. Now I get to go to whatever schmuck happens to not have stairs.

Everyone downtown has stairs. Even the physical therapists and chiropractors. All the good buildings are Historic and immune from current ADA standards. Historically, cripples stayed home. Some traditions just never die.

Oh good. The sky has gone completely black. I need a better look at that.
little_tristan: (Bunny)
But it's not even dawn so here's yesterday's news.

Ranger made a full recovery and spent the day reasserting her dominance over Willow. Surprising how quickly a dog Will's age can forget a year and a half of fuzzy-butt-whippings and start thinking she's in charge after just one day. But that misapprehension has been corrected and all is well.

Tammy came over and dusted, which is probably boring to read about but never fails to thrill me. Everything is so clean, and she's so much fun to have around. Really breaks up the boredom of a Tuesday.

I've been playing around with The Dancer this week, too. With Steve out of the way (he was a bad influence on one of the characters) and no deadline, self-imposed or otherwise, I might get it fixed up this winter. Or not. Depends on if it keeps being fun.

The nemesis avoided me all day, which was really nice. I kept the heat turned up unbearably high to reduce the chance of yelling, and apparently made some points. He wandered in last night while Mark and I were kicking back with a little Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy (the first hour, at least--we'll have to finish it tonight) and offered to raise the rent. That's pretty standard. If shouting doesn't work, throw money at it. Well, if it makes him feel better, who are we to say no?

Today Heather's coming over. Hopefully with canning jars, or I'll have to send her to Goodwill to look for some. She also volunteered to take the old man shopping for proper clothes if he wants to go. He probably will. Hanging out with Heather is that much fun. I'm bummed that I'll miss out on her company, but having the house to myself is nice, too. There was a new Criminal Minds DVD in the mail yesterday, and I still have a disc and a half of the final season of House. Heather doesn't let me watch that stuff with the kids in the house.

Also big plans to finish reading The Dark Tower so I can start The Hitchhiker's Guide series. I haven't read them since I got them for Kindle and short books will help my numbers. (Next on deck: Anne of Green Gables series.) I think I need to read another 40 books before the end of the year to meet my goal. This has not been a good year for me and reading. Next year I'll raise my goal again and try harder. Maybe more Kindle Singles would help. They sure did last year.
little_tristan: (Catloaf mini)
In a weird kind of way. Shortly after I became obsessed with staring out the front window, as I often do in the senseless hope that Officer Sheets will come back and tell me it was all a big mistake, Steve realized that he had pressing business somewhere outside and went for a walk. He does that a couple times a day, probably to get a break from things like this. I was crying when he left and still at it when he came back a couple hours later, which must have been weird (in spite of the warnings). In fact, I ended up calling him back because it was way out of hand by then. The whole episode ended with me chewing some Xanax and curling up under the big blanket on the sofa while we ridiculed Air Force One. Between that and the odd hug, we got through it and I was feeling much better by the time the boys got home. Although altering my med times is probably why it's a quarter past three and I haven't been to sleep yet. )
little_tristan: (Kitten Star Me Kitten)
It's a little after midnight and I've made the executive decision to stay up all night. Herr and I both had trouble getting to sleep, but I failed completely while he succeeded after about an hour of false starts. I was considering getting down to it and really concentrating on sleep when I suddenly got sick and had to get up. He's so very tired that he fell asleep again while I was in the bathroom, and I just couldn't wake him again. It's too cruel.

But it's kind of neat being the only one awake in the house. Ranger is sleeping on the sofa behind me, Willow is upstairs sleeping on Bruder's bed, and I don't have to worry about taking them outside. The a-n won't be bugging me, and I'm catching up on FB and my flist without the guilt of "burning daylight". I might even do some writing. So long as the house doesn't get much colder, it'll be a fun night. Well, for another 3 hours. Then everyone else will be up again. Until then, I'm keeping the Netflix very, very quiet.
little_tristan: (BBT Sheldon Mad Genius)
I get a box in the mail. And what's in it? A genuine Big Bang Theory Soft Kitty. It's soft, it's fuzzy, and when it plays the song, it sounds a lot like Penny. I can't say for sure that it's her, but it could be, so you know it's sung right. (Not like when Sheldon's mom did it that time.)

And it does make me feel better.

Love Meme!

Sep. 14th, 2011 06:46 am
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little_tristan: (Emergency! Johnny Up)
As fans of They Might Be Giants, know, their classic Mink Car album was released at midnight September 11, 2001, but the party was naturally cut short. Now, for the tenth anniversary of both the record and the tragedy that overshadowed it, it's been released again with guest musicians covering each track, and all proceeds go to the FDNY Foundation. I've been playing it all morning and it's fairly awesome. GO HERE to sample some tracks (I personally recommend Marian Call's Hovering Sombrero) and see if you don't agree it's worth buying.
little_tristan: (Remmington Steele Sleeping)
Bruder didn't feel at all better yesterday. He did scarf down three times the recommended dose of meclizine (my fault--I should have known he couldn't read the box) and that stopped the vomiting, but he still couldn't walk without holding onto my chair. Around eleven, I started trying to get him in with an ear/nose/throat doctor who might be able to fix it (a guy from work had his head vibrated by a specialist and said it fixed it within seconds), but no one was available. Our doctor said he needed to go to the ER, but he wouldn't go alone and getting wheelchair transport with no notice is impossible in this town. The cripple bus was scheduled too tight and the only cab company to have a lift van suddenly doesn't anymore. I guess the assumption is that sick cripples take ambulances and leave their chairs at home, and sick ambulators don't really need them along. Anyway, the meclizine finally kicked in good around noon so he drove us himself, with me watching for traffic so he didn't have to turn his head.
This is where it gets good )
little_tristan: (Moo)
Yesterday was interesting, though. Bruder and I took Willow to the vet for another round of puppy shots. I've been there over a hundred times since Murphy's first bladder infection in 1998 (that sounds like a lot, but we've had a dozen pets during that time, and Ray had weekly visits for a year or so) and in all that time, I've never seen anything in there but cats and dogs. The doctor has a cockatoo behind the counter, but I've never seen a customer bring in a bird. Then, yesterday, we spent half an hour sitting between a truly crazed woman with a reddish, dove-sized chicken on her shoulder, and a teenage girl holding a beige rat to her chest with both hands.

The rat reminded me of one I used to have (Julian), and the chicken was adorable, but it still seemed--odd. An improvement over the guy struggling mightily to control the world's biggest pit bull, who would not stop growling. Bruder had to sit next to manic chicken woman so I could sit between him and pissed off pit, in the hopes that, should it get loose, my exoskeleton would slow it down enough for him to escape with Willow. They got him into a room pretty quickly, though, and then it switched to us keeping Willow away from the rat. I liked those odds better.
Some other stuff happened before that, too )
little_tristan: (BtVS Spike Sod Off)
It actually makes the opossum thing look pretty good, I think. The story goes back years and years, to when I went to a state agency that helps disabled people find jobs. They gave me a caseworker, D, who got me the interview that led to my only "real" job. We stayed in touch until D moved to the other side of the state. Then I kind of forgot about him until two or three years ago, when he moved into a house up the street and a couple blocks over from me. I ran into him once and decided not to walk down that street anymore. Then, a couple days ago, I ran into him again on a street that I always use, since it has the best curb cuts. We talked for a bit and, since I'm an inherently honest (read: stupid) person, I gave him my real phone number when he asked. Because, you know, old friend.
Click here to find out how stupid I really am... )
little_tristan: (BtVS Buffy and Willow)
Usually when someone dies, I see them around for a while. Our Whiskey cat hung around the house for a couple years, lurking in hallways and under the bed, being a little gray shadow. But Doodle went away clean, so I thought it maybe had ended. Maybe the dead were finally leaving me alone. But last Wednesday, I was in the bathroom washing my hands and I heard my mother calling my name. That was odd.

Today I gave Ranger her pills and went to wash the dog slobber off my hands, and this time it was Doc, barking down in the library. Herr's always thought it was weird how I could recognize our dogs' barks, like when I'd wake him in the middle of the night to tell him they were outside, and he'd think it was the neighbor's dogs. But when he checked, sure enough, the back door would be open and they'd be out there running around, barking like fools. I always know my dogs. And she was clearly inside this morning because her bark had the echoing quality that it gets from the tiles in the library.

Although I suppose there are worse things than hallucinations. The way I only hear them in the bathroom sort of reminds me of the drains in IT. Underground spiders of pure evil controlling the city would be worse than whatever mental defect I happen to have.

Mom sounded pretty good, though.

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