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Sometimes I think my fake Indian name should be "Answers Rhetorical Questions". In fact, I will now make that my LiveJournal name, because it amuses me. In other news, hail is loud and I hope it didn't break my garden, and my cat is freaky cute. Today's errand were very successful except the beauty supply store is only open on weekdays and I completely forgot about canned cat food, but we're not out until tomorrow so it's okay.

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Why, that would be my Iggy Pop, despite his having done his extremely loud and annoying best to wake up our whole block starting at 4:30 AM. He's been much better-behaved for the hour and a half I've been up this morning, to the point where I wonder if maybe he knows he got put in the garage for being a screamy beast. And now, just as I was starting to get my fill of InterWeb and the garden was starting a siren song of "hey, it's not too hot to live outside... yet", he is all curled up on my lap, purring, so I have to type this smug little missive one-handed as I pet him and of course can't get up to do any kind of work.

Good cat.

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Holy monkey gods, it's pouring out. And just as I got done with the dishes and put clothes in the dryer and could've left to do errands without feeling like I was running away from chores, too. In other news, I have been eating like a child today: hippie all-natural Pop Tarts, Honey Nut Cheerios, and salt and pepper Kettle Chips. Should get some vegetables into the mix at some point today, yes? Errr... what? Sun? Okay, it's gonna hail again, isn't it? Weather is whack.

Update, 16:40: And there's the hail. Lots of it. Dang. I will continue to stay inside with the kitty, yes I will.

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...was brought to me by Allison's cat Lilith.

What's that scratching noise? I wondered, and followed it to the bedroom. No sign of Lilith; Iggy was sleeping peacefully on the bed. But then I heard meowing, and it was definitely Lilith's trademark squeak. Where did I finally find her?

In my underwear drawer.

I'm not sure how she got in there, much less how it managed to get closed on her, but there you have it. I think maybe I'd left the drawer above it open, and she crawled in underneath and couldn't get back out? I had to close the drawer above and open the underwear drawer so she could escape, and yeah. It was pretty surreal.

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I'm up past my bedtime, but I'm pretty sure this'll still be funny tomorrow morning.

Also, holy shit! Iggy Pop just went all stare-and-hiss at the back door. Why? Raccoons. At least four of them, at last count. They're ballsy furballs, too; when Peter and I went to see what all the kitty aggression was about, they just sort of stared in at us humans before going under the back porch. Peter says they're the fattest, healthiest-looking raccoons he's ever seen, too, and I gotta admit I'm glad there's a pane of glass between them and Iggy or he might be out getting his ass kicked right now. Them's BIG mofoes, but the cat knows they're the enemy just the same. I fear for the safety of our future gardens with a menace like that afoot. Time to invest in craptons of chicken wire, I suppose.

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Happy dead bird(s) day, if you celebrate it, and happy eating too much day if that's your thing. And even if you're not into the commemorating a temporary and possibly fictional peace between extremist Christian emigrants from Europe and the natives of the New World, I wish you a very happy Buy Nothing Day tomorrow. Here in Eugene, Morning Glory (an awesomely delicious hippie coop café) is giving away free food to celebrate, and I'm looking forward to maybe bringing them some vegan treats or something. Also walking there and back in an effort to get my metabolism sped up to the point where maybe I'll digest some turducken. Oof.

I am thankful to be high enough up on the food chain that eating dead birds (or not) is a choice for me, and also that I'm economically well-off enough to buy free-range dead birds for eating when they are available. Also I am thankful for my house and my boy and my kitty and my friends and even my job but that last is slightly colored by the fact that I'm off for a week, woo!

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The garlic I planted is sprouting! Yay! Also, my dad is 64 years old today! Yay! And I got a phone call from my friend Sarah, who is hopefully no longer locked out of her car at the time of this writing. And I went to Wild Oats and bought a case of 80¢ Luna Bars, which will hopefully last for longer than a week, but um, yeah. And now I have a pot of Earl Grey Blue, and the special features of The Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai Across the 8th Dimension to watch. My cat is still really cute, and in general, life is good.

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In fact, the quiz loves me almost a little too much. )

Now to see if tea and beautiful weather love me, too... oh, wait. It is a beautiful fall day outside and I have a nice big mug of Irish breakfast. Also my cat is super-cute. Yay!

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The good news: my Sundance application is all but complete, except for references, and I'm working on that. Also, I got a lot of cleaning and filing done while searching through my piles of crap for my Palm, so I could use its address book to finish the references section. And after all that cleaning (and a tasty lunch of leftover gado gado, hanging out on the front porch with the cat, who is super-cute as always) I managed to find the Palm.

The bad news: My Palm is utterly dead. Again. I recharged it and it's back to the ol' blank slate it started as. Crappy. Time to go searching for old employers' addresses in my email archives, I guess.

Update, 16:25: Holy monkey gods, my paper address book is out of date.

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I swear, I've been responsible today, too, or at least I've paid my rent (this includes writing not just a check and an envelope but a snarky note to our landlady about how our recycling doesn't get picked up anymore). Also I've checked Amtrak to see how late [livejournal.com profile] ouro's train is going to be. Which means it's time to sit on the bed with the cat (who lost his collar two days ago, the little punk) and tell you all about the funny-stupid web toy of the moment! )

So scandalous! [livejournal.com profile] versacedave, this is all your fault!

Okay, maybe I'll go do some more responsible stuff before I work at 2....

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It's called, "Who's wet and cold and cranky and sick of the rain already?"










I'll give you a hint: It's not just Iggy Pop the cat.









Did you guess me? Then you win!

Stupid weather. And this after it was all springlike last week, too. I know it's all on purpose, just to torment me, I just know it!
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Anybody got any good tips for clearing a room of the smell of cigarette smoke? Turns out leaving our windows open around our smoker neighbors has led to the living room smelling a bit like an ash tray. Okay, actually more than just a bit. I might not have noticed because I'm usually in there during the day and tend to assume someone's smoking right outside (not uncommon during the day), but no. I was just letting the cat out, and the late night/early morning air outside is distinctly fresher and cleaner than the living room, and ugh. Help?

The only thing I can think of is to leave all the windows open for like a week, and hope it all airs out, except that I'd have to somehow make it so no one smokes within 100? more? feet of the windows for that time as well... blech. I guess I could use fans or something, to suck the smelly air out of the living room and blow other potentially bad smells away.... I don't know.

The worst thing about this situation is not just the cleaning, but the fact that it makes me feel like an anti-smoking nonsmoker, and one of the really obnoxious ones at that. I don't want to tell my neighbors, "No, don't smoke in your own yard" (even if it's the yard of the house we share), but I don't want my living room to smell like other people's air pollution, either. Bleh. Ok, back to sleep now. At least the smell hasn't penetrated to my bedroom (yet?) If it does, there's going to be trouble, because I really can't sleep with the smell of smoking. Gah. I don't like that this problem makes me feel like I suck. Hopefully it's just because I'm so sleepy, and everything will seem better in the morning (hopefully the cat will keep relatively quiet for another few hours... yeah, right).

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So I went outside (in my pajamas, because wearing pajamas makes everything better) to check the mail (I got a new ATM card --- didn't know the old one was that close to expiring), and on my way back in Iggy Pop made a bold escape attempt. He got as far as the front porch, but I caught him by his tail and dragged him back inside, pulling the screen door closed behind us and trying my best to ignore his pathetic angry-hurt-sad cat noises.

Now I am feeling very guilty for being mean to my kitty, but dammit, if he's going to get into fights with the neighbor cats when he goes outside, then he's not going out. (Today, anyway; I bet we'll feel differently tomorrow at 5 AM or whenever he starts his yowling, and he gets really twitchy and unhappy if we keep him in for more than a few days anyway.) But I still feel like a really bad cat mama. I might have to buy back his love with canned food. I am such a wuss.

Whoa.

Sep. 5th, 2003 04:49 pm
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So today I got to work a little before 7, like I usually do, and there was no one in the kitchen, although it looked like the usual opening was more or less in progress. I got to the registers to check in, and the first server I saw said, "Oh good! We have a cook!" Uh-oh.

Turns out the usual opener (Lisa) got to work but wasn't feeling very well and eventually got sent home. The manager on duty was on the phone trying to get ahold of another cook, but no luck. He ended up being my toast monkey while I held the line for close to two hours, running on nothing but pure adrenaline and the constant, dreadful feeling that I must've forgotten something It was the bacon, but even that turned out okay eventually. )

I had my first break at 11 and then it finally occurred to me to ask: did this mean I'd be working tomorrow? When I left a little after 2:30, it was still unclear whether Lisa would be sufficiently recovered to work (i.e. whether I'd have to cover for her). I rode my bike home the long way to relax, bitched to Peter for awhile before taking a nice long relaxing shower, but half an hour ago the phone rang and guess what? I'm opening tomorrow. Whee, ha.

I think it's time I asked for a raise. I mean, I held my own today under circumstances that would have made our other opener seriously freak out, and they're trusting me to open tomorrow, not him (although, granted, he's the 7 AM, so even if I'm super-slow he can probably have me caught up in no time). The manager who helped me on line today is the same guy who a few weeks ago gave me a bit of a talking-to, saying I needed to pick up the pace, but he's asking me to open tomorrow, so yeah. If they're gonna let me play like one of the big kids, then I'd like to get paid more like one of the big kids.

Oy vey. I stayed up kinda late last night playing with LJ style crap, thinking I only had to work today and could rest up over the weekend. I'd better go to bed early tonight, but before then I'm going to be really nice to myself. I see a lot of lounging around in bed in my future, even if the cat is being really loud and resentful at being locked inside so he can't make more trouble with the neighbor kitties.

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So far, so good. Many thanks to everyone who sent birthday wishes, but extra-special thanks to:

  • Iggy Pop, for being the first to wish me happy birthday this morning (I'm going to pretend that's what all the pre-6 AM yowling was about, okay?)
  • Peter, for being a close second.
  • [livejournal.com profile] chocolatesmudge, for the awesome presents. Space pirate kitties forever!
  • [livejournal.com profile] theshytiger, for coming to hang out! You know you want to move to Eugene, you know you do!
  • [livejournal.com profile] chanusa for calling and creating the closest thing to a Go Team reunion we've seen in I think years.

Apologies to anyone I forgot. I blame my second whiskey sour of the evening, yes I do (and hot diggety what a difference good sour makes!)

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...but one written from home, because we have internet here! At last! Also, today I got a fabulous new haircut, and tomorrow we're going to [livejournal.com profile] chocolatesmudge and [livejournal.com profile] nedthealpaca's housewarming party, even though we're going to be late since I have work from 7 till maybe 3, and also I have work the next day because life's like that. I figure since it's only one day I can do it super sleep-depped. Everything will be fine. Also, today Iggy tried to adopt a new kitty friend, and we couldn't find his people for awhile, but then it all worked out okay in the end. Similarly, I lost my ATM card for a bit, but it was saved for me the nice people at the Kiva (grocery, book store, and wine merchant's a few blocks from our house, which makes it amazing we shop anywhere else, and now more than ever because they are so awesome). Maybe there's more, but for now I'm going to bed.

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Refrigerator magnets make a house a home. I can't really explain why, but I just took the magnets off the fridge at Patterson Street and it's like, well damn, we're really and truly out of here, no turning back now. And I'm sure putting magnets on the fridge at 12th Ave will help make that place seem that much more homey (last night I gave in and used stickum to attach a few postcards to it, since it was just so bare). There you have it: a weird, stupid, random, and yet totally true thought. Ok, time to head out now. Poor Iggy has been alone for nearly 12 hours --- who knows what havoc he may have wreaked? Wrought? Wrecked? Damn. I give up. The anal-retentive English teacher who lives in my forebrain seems to be out to lunch or something.

Yarrrr!

Jun. 18th, 2003 12:17 pm
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No, but seriously, this is too funny:

muppet treasure island pirate
You're a PIRATE FROM MUPPET TREASURE ISLAND. A far cry from the real Treasure Island, you're the cute side of pirating. Not that there really IS a soft side to pirating, you just kinda made it up, but as long as you can sing upbeat calypso tunes and you enjoy working with muppets, there's nothing wrong with being a fun-loving pirate who wouldn't hurt a fly... no matter how much you talk.

What Kind of Pirate are You?
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In other news, we're only hanging out at the old apartment because there's internet here, and we're deeply addicted. We're amazingly almost entirely moved into the new place, which is good because tonight Peter's leaving for an action-packed adventure of Bay Area goodness at [livejournal.com profile] alpinebutterfly's house(re)warming party and beyond. It's going to be lonely in the big new house, but I have Iggy Pop to keep me company, and lots of work over the weekend. Also eventually there will be internet at the new place, I swear. And I'll put the new address and phone number and housewarming party information in a locked post sometime, really I will.

Whoa!

Jun. 10th, 2003 11:13 pm
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Ok, so one of my goals for today was to harass the Glenwood for more hours, but I ended up putting that off since I wasn't technically done tutoring yet. Tonight I was finishing up my laundry goal and the phone rang. It's my boss at the Glenwood, asking if I can come in Thursday and Friday mornings. Hell yeah I can! It's going to be bitch-ass early, but I'm gonna do it! Woo more hours!

Now I'm going to bed, since I'm meeting my student stupid early tomorrow (where "stupid early" is defined as 9 AM, which is not too early to cook but may be too early for number theory... I just hope I'm not completely useless).

I'm currently finishing my third pot of tea for the day. I don't think it will keep me up all night, seeing as right now I can hardly keep my eyes open.

I haven't made any progress in the packing to move department, but hey. We've got two weeks to move in, and as long as we get the big unwieldy furniture and heavy books done this weekend, the rest is relatively easy, with of course the big fat attention-demanding meowy exception that is Iggy Pop. Oh, life is nothing if not interesting. I'm tired, but I'm still feeling pretty good about that.

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