updates of an updatish nature
i haven't been around for a couple days really, i'm just posting to tell y'all that i won't be for another week abouts. that's just to let all you lj friends know that the reason i'm not commenting on your fic isn't because i hate it, but because i'm very, very busy. here's a short list as to why:
-so my sister and brother-in-law are getting a divorce. at least, he's moving out soon. but they had a fight on sunday and he decided to be a complete dickhole and just left for the week. meaning he's not going to watch the kids, nor is he attempting to find anyone to watch them. so mis sobrinos, the ones I like, were sitter-less this week while my sister is at work. Save for me. So I'm watching them. Starting at 6:30 in the morning. :P
-and on saturday, is the annual crazy-day-at-the-museum-run-around-appleton-all-day-cause-there's-scouts-and-the-ReStore-earth-day-thing-at-the-same-time thing. and after that, i'm apparently watching cataterpillar dance in a cage for a couple hours and possibly setting up things (?) with freerangedorito.
-my brother is useless and has my car.
-i'm plagued with inner turmoil for not attending to my original fiction. So I've declared a policy of 2000 words a day on the 3-part/Wi/magic realism/America/novel-ish thing until it's done (sadly putting the political romp through history/magic realism one and McMurder on back burners). And really if I get between 1000-2000 words a day, I'll be really happy with myself.
-taxes
-in a whimsical four-hour drive around the valley with my mother, as she was trying to take pictures for her photo essay for Intro to Soc, we swiped a broken down chaise lounge from someone's garbage and took it hope. we are now going to reupholster it.
This is the how it looked before stripping it. The fabric is torn up and it smelled like dogs. Which made sense as the former owner told us as we failed to secret the thing away, that it had been a bed for dogs. but the frame is in real good shape.
And about 7 million staples later...
the back
the sweet curved arm part
Next we're removing the rest of the padding and staples, then reinforcing the springs. I'm so excited!
And in other news, I found out what was leaking in my basement. Something in the fish tank that I failed to empty in an appropriate time. You know why? IT'S NOT MY FUCKING FISH TANK!!!! I HATE FISH UNLESS THEY'RE BAKED AND HAVE A LITTLE BOWL OF LEMON BUTTER ON THE SIDE!!! AND NOW MY GOOD THESAURUS AND A PRIMARY SOUCE BOOK ABOUT EARLY AMERICAN LETTERS ARE FUCKING WET!!!!!! I HATE MY USELESS BROTHER'S STUPID FUCKING FISH!!!!!!!!!!!!!
::ahem::
So, it will be at least a week before I get to the fics I'm missing, post part 5 of the sylinder series, and/or make any macros.
Laters!
~love from WI
JLB
-so my sister and brother-in-law are getting a divorce. at least, he's moving out soon. but they had a fight on sunday and he decided to be a complete dickhole and just left for the week. meaning he's not going to watch the kids, nor is he attempting to find anyone to watch them. so mis sobrinos, the ones I like, were sitter-less this week while my sister is at work. Save for me. So I'm watching them. Starting at 6:30 in the morning. :P
-and on saturday, is the annual crazy-day-at-the-museum-run-around-appleton-all-day-cause-there's-scouts-and-the-ReStore-earth-day-thing-at-the-same-time thing. and after that, i'm apparently watching cataterpillar dance in a cage for a couple hours and possibly setting up things (?) with freerangedorito.
-my brother is useless and has my car.
-i'm plagued with inner turmoil for not attending to my original fiction. So I've declared a policy of 2000 words a day on the 3-part/Wi/magic realism/America/novel-ish thing until it's done (sadly putting the political romp through history/magic realism one and McMurder on back burners). And really if I get between 1000-2000 words a day, I'll be really happy with myself.
-taxes
-in a whimsical four-hour drive around the valley with my mother, as she was trying to take pictures for her photo essay for Intro to Soc, we swiped a broken down chaise lounge from someone's garbage and took it hope. we are now going to reupholster it.
This is the how it looked before stripping it. The fabric is torn up and it smelled like dogs. Which made sense as the former owner told us as we failed to secret the thing away, that it had been a bed for dogs. but the frame is in real good shape.
And about 7 million staples later...
the back
the sweet curved arm part
Next we're removing the rest of the padding and staples, then reinforcing the springs. I'm so excited!
And in other news, I found out what was leaking in my basement. Something in the fish tank that I failed to empty in an appropriate time. You know why? IT'S NOT MY FUCKING FISH TANK!!!! I HATE FISH UNLESS THEY'RE BAKED AND HAVE A LITTLE BOWL OF LEMON BUTTER ON THE SIDE!!! AND NOW MY GOOD THESAURUS AND A PRIMARY SOUCE BOOK ABOUT EARLY AMERICAN LETTERS ARE FUCKING WET!!!!!! I HATE MY USELESS BROTHER'S STUPID FUCKING FISH!!!!!!!!!!!!!
::ahem::
So, it will be at least a week before I get to the fics I'm missing, post part 5 of the sylinder series, and/or make any macros.
Laters!
~love from WI
JLB