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Happy Birthday, Peter!

It's been a good day, I think. Good haul of presents, family visiting, delicious dinner at Ta Ra Rin aka ThaiHop, followed by Batman Begins, which was quite enjoyable. Highlights included pretty much all the acting except Katie freaking Holmes, but if I squint real hard I can pretend she was comic relief. After all, the moral of her arc seems to have been "Gee, Bruce, now that it turns out you don't suck, I don't like you anymore." Also, her nipples? Totally an homage to those godawful Batsuit-nipples from the movie(s) we're trying to forget about. Yeah. My only other significant complaint is about the fight scenes? Ouchie. Hard to watch, let alone tell what is going on. Christopher Nolan clearly still has a bit to learn about that. But I digress.

Happy Birthday, Peter!


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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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So. The plan for tomorrow (technically today, Wednesday 8 December 2004) is breakfast/brunch at Morning Glory before we hit the road for Portland with the Boothes and a whole messload of chocolate chip cookies. We will be visiting Peter's cousin and of course Powells City of Books, where at 6 PM we're hoping to meet up with as many of [livejournal.com profile] chocolatesmudge, [livejournal.com profile] nedthealpaca, [livejournal.com profile] ideath, and the rest of their clan as possible. Now I go to send messages to [livejournal.com profile] ideath on as many channels as possible. But um yeah. If you can read this, and you see [livejournal.com profile] ideath any time before 6 PM tomorrow, tell her that there will be people who want to see her meeting in the Powells green room.

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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!


Nov. 15th, 2004 10:18 pm
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The LocoMotive is closing its doors at the end of this year! It makes me want to cry! I wonder if I can afford to eat there every week from now until they close... and hot damn am I ever making some reservations to eat there when Peter's parents visit in December. Shit!

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So I'm thinking of joining some of the LJ art/writer communities to motivate myself to write more, and do more arts and crafts in general (I keep toying with the ideas of comics and collage, for instance, but never get around to doing anything about them). I'm also thinking maybe I should create a separate artsy account for myself to make very sure I don't end up reading my Friends page instead of working on writing/art stuff. Do any of you have any thoughts about this? Are separate journals a good way of organizing your LJ headspace? Do you have any good LJ artsy/craftsy/writerly communities to recommend? Would you be interested in reading my artsy journal if I created one? Am I just being stupid and ambivalent about my creativity again, and thinking about art instead of doing it? (YES.) Should I be doing laundry? (Also, yes.) Okay, I'll go do laundry now.

Yesterday I didn't get out of the house until Peter got back from school, and we ended up going on a good expedition involving a pirate ship (true), McMenamin's (mmm, Hammerhead!) and Spider-Man 2 (which was fun, and definitely far better than the first Spider-Man if only because Doc Ock is a much better villain than the Green Goblin, but I still think X2 is the best superhero comic book movie ever, if only because it didn't have ever so many gratuituously screamy women). My point is just that I should get out more. Laundry only barely counts, I know, but it's a start.

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Hey kids! If any of you reading this live in the United States and haven't yet emailed your Senators to tell them to oppose the Federal Marriage Amendment, it would make me really happy if you did so. Especially if you live in Indiana, Ohio, Louisiana, Alaska, Nebraska, Arkansas, North Dakota, or South Dakota. Tell your families and friends! I could rant and rant at great length but )

the real point is: read up on the FMA and think to yourself, Is this the kind of law I want in my country's Constitution along with good things like freedom of speech? Then try not to get too cynical about depressing stuff like the USA PATRIOT Act. "Grown-ups did that. Never forget that." Okay, time to shut up and eat cake and think happpy thoughts about going to the Oregon Country Fair tomorrow, to do happy hippie dances of the temporary autonomous zone persuasion, and generally pretend that the world is okay.

More articles on the subject as I find them, mostly for my reference. )
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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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Happy Birthday Peter! Enjoy your last half-hour of sleep, and I'm looking forward to making you an exciting party dinner!

Happy Birthday, [livejournal.com profile] quizro! Your birthday funfact is that there's a hippie cafe in Eugene whose bathroom graffiti includes a sticker on the light switch that says "Wade is cooler than you." True.

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Okay, so the title really says it all. And the 4 stitches and the big bandage do make me feel better about getting light-headed and even a little queasy from the pain of cutting my hand at work today. In fact, I'm a stupendous badass/complete idiot for working 5+ hours with what turns out is a pretty serious injury. )

Long story short, I got home after my shift and then Peter and I went to Urgent Care, and just as I was thinking "Gee, it's stopped bleeding, and it hurts but it doesn't look so bad anymore, maybe I should just bandage it up and go home," it turned out they wanted to stitch me up. So, um, yeah. I've bragged enough about my 4 stitches now, so I'm going to go to sleep before the local anaesthetic wears off and the pain maybe keeps me awake. (I got some Vicodin, but I'd rather not use it, because I'm a big macho dumb-ass. But if you didn't know that about me already, then this story probably proves it.)

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In particular, my fingertips and the skin under the edges of my fingernails (the quick?) They're kinda tender. I blame the oven cleaner --- which, as [livejournal.com profile] punkrockgrrl so aptly put it, is a damn harsh high. On the upside, our oven is amazingly clean, even if the drawer underneath it isn't (turns out that's where the overflow skudge from the oven ends up, and in particular stuff that gets dripped on the oven door... ick). The stove is also pretty freakin' clean, even if it turns out the burner pans are really and truly rusted and impossible to truly clean (big thanks are due to Peter for helping with those and the oven racks). Sigh. Still, all in all I count this weekend's cleaning adventures a big success, even if they taught me why those big scary rubber gloves are sold next to the cleaning supplies. Maybe next weekend I'll take on the kitchen floor. Maybe. If my hands are healed.

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Well, they're in full swing. Right now I'm taking a break from the major cleaning project. I started with the range and the grimy grease-catching area underneath the burners (turns out the stovetop lifts up, but by the look of things no one had ever done so until Peter showed me how), and have just begun to clean the even grimier area underneath that (i.e. the oven). My hands are already cramped and the skin on them is all tender and wrinkly. But at least I have me some tea (made before I dismantled the stove, so it's cooled to an extremely drinkable temperature). At the rate I'm cleaning, though, we're probably going to have to go out for dinner, because first of all I might not be done by the time people are hungry, and secondly it's my night to cook and I'm already pretty sick of our stove, oh yes.

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If y'all haven't read [livejournal.com profile] pants_of_doom's National Coming Out Week wish list, go do so now. It's good stuff. On a similar note, here's a link to the discussion that ensued when I posted grumbling about President Bush's announcement that federal government lawyers are working to legally define marriage as a union between a man and a woman (because apparently it's not enough that states keep passing laws that say the same thing, and the Defense of Marriage Act says it's okay for states to disregard each other's laws concerning same-sex marriage --- this has to be a federal issue, too... but I digress). It was a good discussion, I thought, but it made clear to me that a lot of people don't know very much about the legal issues surrounding marriage and domestic partnership and such. Since this is kind of a hot-button issue for me, I'm full of fun facts about it, and I figured hey, why not share? To start off, here's something I wrote to someone who thought I was common-law married because Peter and I are registered as domestic partners with his grad student union, so I can get cheaper health insurance.

Long story short, no, I'm not married, common-law or otherwise, and here's some facts about common-law marriage and domestic partnership. )

By the way, October 11 is National Coming Out Day, and this year the Human Rights Campaign is encouraging people to come out in favor of same-sex civil marriage rights (as distinct from religious marriage/commitment ceremonies, which are available to everyone, though not from all religious denominations, and either way don't confer legal benefits). I think this is a good idea, although it sort of misses the point that marriage as an institution has other problems besides the fact that it discriminates against same-sex couples. I'll post about that later, but for now this post is long enough.

Update, 18:36: Ok, it was long enough, but I want to remind myself that I also want to write about the Bush Administration's Marriage Protection Week bullshit (timed to coincide with National Coming Out Week, no less), and maybe post links to resources like the Alternatives to Marriage Project (probably my primary source of information on this issue), so anybody interested in learning more can do so. Am I forgetting anything important? If so, please leave a comment. [livejournal.com profile] coldtortuga, I remember you were curious about my personal views on marriage; these posts should help make them clearer but I could write something to address that point in particular...


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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I've reverted back to my comfy old rut for the moment, but the S2 system does seem to have some shiny bits that I need to explore further. Unfortunately now is not the night to stay up way past my bedtime learning about them, as I work at 7 tomorrow. On the other hand, I'm not working this weekend, which leaves me with all kinds of free time to learn about it then. For my convenience, here's a link to the LJ Customize page, where I keep going to explore this stuff.

Boring notes to self regarding LJ style crap )

Oh, and before I forget: many thanks to [livejournal.com profile] jmpava for helping me with default page stuff, accessible via the former link and the "browse options" links on many a default page. Also big thanks to Peter for helping me find the Customize Journal page. Whee?

It is so definitely bedtime now.

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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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LiveJournal Mood Ring results: funny! )

It's also pretty true. I've been feeling pretty energetic lately (with the exception of Friday, when I was the Amazing Zombie Girl at work until Charlie the best waiter ever made me some crazy magic coffee-chai concoction that would've kept me hopped up all day on any other day, but instead only brought me up to normal energy levels --- I was fried because Peter and I stayed up way past my bedtime watching Amélie the night before, but I digress). I think it's because I've been getting more exercise, consistently riding my bike home the long way from work and whatnot. Oh, and did I mention I worked today? And that I have my birthday and the day afterwards off (because I traded my Friday 7 AM shift for somebody's Wednesday 7 AM)? Clearly, I should have me some birthday fun that involves staying up way too late, since I'm not going to have to get up early the next day.... but what? Oh, my life is so hard and so full of dilemmas. Okay, maybe not, but it certainly is going to be full of laundry in a bit, and after that probably dinner at Pizza Research Institute. Yum.

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Today I worked the 11 AM shift instead of the 7 AM. I found out about the change in scheduling at kind of the last minute (10 PM last night), but it looks like the switch is semi-permanent, at least according to the guy I traded shifts with (i.e. who used to be Thursday's 11 o'clocker). The net effect is I work fewer hours, but do less prep and more actual cooking on Thursdays, which is way okay by me. I even got to run the whole line by myself for about half an hour today, which is to say I was the only cook in the kitchen, running the show. Of course, this was at around 3:30 PM, so it was really slow: I made two sandwiches and a burger and then there were no more orders until I went home at around 4, but whatever! I got to run the line! Go me!

Today I also found out that pretty much everyone I work with has wrist problems. While this doesn't do much to get me psyched about the long-term health effects of cooking as a career, it is kind of reassuring to know that the problems are endemic among cooks, and not the result of me doing something horribly, freakishly wrong with my hands.

Tonight: hot and sour soup for dinner. Yum. I'm home alone at the moment (Kelly left on a bike ride just as I got home from work, and Peter just headed over to a friend's house to continue yesterday's bike maintenance and repair adventures) but I've just realized I'm hungry enough that I might go ahead and start on food now, or at least soon. In any case I'm going to make myself some soymilk chai, I think, since I hardly had any caffeine at work today and that's just silly of me, really.

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...and because there's sweet, sweet free Internet in the lobby of the Phoenix Inn Suites in Wilsonville, where most of the [livejournal.com profile] olstad wedding guests hung out and Peter and I were able to crash last night, this is to let y'all know that Peter and [livejournal.com profile] pants_of_doom and I are heading into Portland soon, for breakfast and as much trouble as we can make before Penny has to catch a plane home around noonish. We tried to call friendly Stumptowners for hangy-outy goodness, but nobody picked up the phone (I know, I know, it's early by normal people weekend standards). Oh well. We'll have to see you next weekend for [livejournal.com profile] chocolatesmudge and [livejournal.com profile] nedthealpaca's housewarming party and Pirates of the Caribbean and suchforth. Yo ho ho, and a bottle of rum, even though I didn't actually get to booze up as planned last night (weddings make me twitchy).


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