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...yyeeeaah, journal titles. Suck at em. Anyway.
SO the super ineffable and mighty one has given me her (somewhat rabid) blessing to DESTROYINATE THE HECK out of Fiff, so maybe I'll go with Alvaren's story for NaNo after all. (I kid, bee-tee-dubs. I would try to stick to her basic la-di-da.) So plottings for that. Also been wanting to DRAW!MOAR again, thanks to that art-link-dump post thing in the Lackadaisy tumbler. (Whaaat, you don't read Lackadaisy? Go do it, go, go!)
Fat cat is still being fat cat, and now she is fat and somewhat miffed cat, because we are *both* gone all day now. Oh wellz, she will just have to get over it. The other bad thing about us both working is that neither of us really feel like doing dishes. >__< So we have kind of a big dish pile in the sink. It's mostly cups, so it's not horrendous or anything, just kind of annoying. I'll probably make us do them tonight before we go to bed.
UGH BED. I have been so ungodly tired the last week or so and I don't know why. I don't *think* it's mono or anything like that because I don't feel sicky, and I'm generally okay while I'm at work, but as soon as I get home and sit down for more than ten minutes, WHAM. Napping for no good raisin. John's had to poke me awake to go to proper-bed more than once. It is driving me a little crazy, because I want to actually DO STUFF, not be sleeping all my free time away. D:<
Work has been pretty good; schedule bids are coming up soon. Basically it means I get to fuss over what hours and days off I want, and how long I want my shifts to be. I thought I'd be the bottom of the totem pole, but it turns out I have TWO CUTE SUBORDINATES, MUWAHAHAHAHAAAA. *cough* Er, anyway. Not that that affects me much, since either both of them are at Camp or one's at Camp and one's at Nemo, but still. Theoretically, I have underlings in terms of seniority.
Halloween is just around the corner and I am super excited. (Sidenote: HYULA, you must make pretty with the makeups and the fancification and send me LOTS OF PICTURES of your peacock outfit!!) We have a Halloween giganto store right near us which is totally sweet, and we found a super cheap purpley witch costume that will go nicely with my fangs and purple goth blood. (No really, it says right on the package - PURPLE GLITTER GOTH BLOOD INCLUDED!!) We are planning to be semi-cruel and give out candy based on costume worthiness. If the kid has a pretty good costume or is nice and polite, we give them the Good Pail, which has things like KitKats and Reeses and Whoppers inside. If they obviously didn't try very hard or are boogers, we give them the Bad Pail, which will have Smarties. Only Smarties. Not that Smarties are bad or anything, but obviously they are not as desirable in terms of candies when compared to chocolate tastygoodness. As always, all leftovers will be rabidly consumed by John and I afterwards. Mwaha, mwahahahaa.
Still working on Avast, Rarity's Ass but it's slow going. So much clip sorting. @_@ It doesn't help that Firefox is completely bogged down with like a hundred bazillion tabs that I neeeeeed and can't get rid of, nor does it help that I am still not totally sure how to fiddle with sound doodads on this program. I'm trying to get John all the way through D.Gray-man, or at least what's been animefied, but I have to read him the longer or faster subtitles because he reads very slowly. So sometimes I get a wee fed up with that. :P I know he can't help it that he grew up in a house of boys and watching TV and playing Halo, but sometimes I just wanna shove a book at him and be like READ IT READ IT NOW AND GET BETTER OR SOMETHING JEEZ. But I suppose it's kind of a good thing too, because it means we aren't creepy genetic clones of each other who will have adorable but auttie babies. I was reading some article (I forget where) about how this engineer guy realized that all of the guys he was talking to at work ALL either were autistic in some respect or their kids were, and he figured out that because they were meeting their wives and husbands at work now, the resultant kids were getting a double dose of the same brand of engineering-geared tweaks, which manifested into bigger tweakdom for the kids. So at least when and if we have bebbits, they'll be pulling from two different brands of tweakiness. :P (NOT that there's anything wrong with having kids with autism or anything like that, but it's certainly easier for die Kinder if they don't have it.)
Bluuuuuuhhhh there's so much crap to read through to learn to buy a house. I am very tired of the whole thing. >_< But I must forge on. Speaking of reading, I just finished the Maximum Ride books. They're pretty good, except that all of a sudden in the last book or so it's like HEY GLOBAL WARMING HEY HEY HEY RECYCLE HEY YOU HEY GLOBAL WARMING IS BAD MKAY HEY! Sort of a completely different track from evil scientists and scary corporations of doom. Sort of unnecessarily bludgeony. The Lighthouse trilogy is okay too - good reads, but FOR GOD'S SAKE FIND ANOTHER VILLAIN. I hate it when authors rescue villains that should have been toast like four times over for no good reason other then that perhaps they can't WRITE any other villain. Also, please stop foreshadowing with a SPOTLIGHT. It's not even foreshadowing, really. It's foretelling. It'll be all ooh, mystery mystery, and then BUT WHEN THEY WEREN'T HEARD FROM FOR FOUR YEARS THE POLICE GOT INVOLVED BUT THEY DIDN'T FIND ANYTHING WOOOOOO SPOOKY. It's like well, great, now I know what happened. I realize that they're trying to get you to go OOH BUT HOW AND/OR WHY, MUST KEEP READING NOW but it's kkkkiiiind of annoying when you do it like four times per book. Also it gets suuuper maudlin and mawkish at the end. Worse than the Harry Potter epilogue, and that's saying something.
Anyway. That's all the rambling I have for you tonights. Time for dishes and showers and bedtime, in that order. La~!
SO the super ineffable and mighty one has given me her (somewhat rabid) blessing to DESTROYINATE THE HECK out of Fiff, so maybe I'll go with Alvaren's story for NaNo after all. (I kid, bee-tee-dubs. I would try to stick to her basic la-di-da.) So plottings for that. Also been wanting to DRAW!MOAR again, thanks to that art-link-dump post thing in the Lackadaisy tumbler. (Whaaat, you don't read Lackadaisy? Go do it, go, go!)
Fat cat is still being fat cat, and now she is fat and somewhat miffed cat, because we are *both* gone all day now. Oh wellz, she will just have to get over it. The other bad thing about us both working is that neither of us really feel like doing dishes. >__< So we have kind of a big dish pile in the sink. It's mostly cups, so it's not horrendous or anything, just kind of annoying. I'll probably make us do them tonight before we go to bed.
UGH BED. I have been so ungodly tired the last week or so and I don't know why. I don't *think* it's mono or anything like that because I don't feel sicky, and I'm generally okay while I'm at work, but as soon as I get home and sit down for more than ten minutes, WHAM. Napping for no good raisin. John's had to poke me awake to go to proper-bed more than once. It is driving me a little crazy, because I want to actually DO STUFF, not be sleeping all my free time away. D:<
Work has been pretty good; schedule bids are coming up soon. Basically it means I get to fuss over what hours and days off I want, and how long I want my shifts to be. I thought I'd be the bottom of the totem pole, but it turns out I have TWO CUTE SUBORDINATES, MUWAHAHAHAHAAAA. *cough* Er, anyway. Not that that affects me much, since either both of them are at Camp or one's at Camp and one's at Nemo, but still. Theoretically, I have underlings in terms of seniority.
Halloween is just around the corner and I am super excited. (Sidenote: HYULA, you must make pretty with the makeups and the fancification and send me LOTS OF PICTURES of your peacock outfit!!) We have a Halloween giganto store right near us which is totally sweet, and we found a super cheap purpley witch costume that will go nicely with my fangs and purple goth blood. (No really, it says right on the package - PURPLE GLITTER GOTH BLOOD INCLUDED!!) We are planning to be semi-cruel and give out candy based on costume worthiness. If the kid has a pretty good costume or is nice and polite, we give them the Good Pail, which has things like KitKats and Reeses and Whoppers inside. If they obviously didn't try very hard or are boogers, we give them the Bad Pail, which will have Smarties. Only Smarties. Not that Smarties are bad or anything, but obviously they are not as desirable in terms of candies when compared to chocolate tastygoodness. As always, all leftovers will be rabidly consumed by John and I afterwards. Mwaha, mwahahahaa.
Still working on Avast, Rarity's Ass but it's slow going. So much clip sorting. @_@ It doesn't help that Firefox is completely bogged down with like a hundred bazillion tabs that I neeeeeed and can't get rid of, nor does it help that I am still not totally sure how to fiddle with sound doodads on this program. I'm trying to get John all the way through D.Gray-man, or at least what's been animefied, but I have to read him the longer or faster subtitles because he reads very slowly. So sometimes I get a wee fed up with that. :P I know he can't help it that he grew up in a house of boys and watching TV and playing Halo, but sometimes I just wanna shove a book at him and be like READ IT READ IT NOW AND GET BETTER OR SOMETHING JEEZ. But I suppose it's kind of a good thing too, because it means we aren't creepy genetic clones of each other who will have adorable but auttie babies. I was reading some article (I forget where) about how this engineer guy realized that all of the guys he was talking to at work ALL either were autistic in some respect or their kids were, and he figured out that because they were meeting their wives and husbands at work now, the resultant kids were getting a double dose of the same brand of engineering-geared tweaks, which manifested into bigger tweakdom for the kids. So at least when and if we have bebbits, they'll be pulling from two different brands of tweakiness. :P (NOT that there's anything wrong with having kids with autism or anything like that, but it's certainly easier for die Kinder if they don't have it.)
Bluuuuuuhhhh there's so much crap to read through to learn to buy a house. I am very tired of the whole thing. >_< But I must forge on. Speaking of reading, I just finished the Maximum Ride books. They're pretty good, except that all of a sudden in the last book or so it's like HEY GLOBAL WARMING HEY HEY HEY RECYCLE HEY YOU HEY GLOBAL WARMING IS BAD MKAY HEY! Sort of a completely different track from evil scientists and scary corporations of doom. Sort of unnecessarily bludgeony. The Lighthouse trilogy is okay too - good reads, but FOR GOD'S SAKE FIND ANOTHER VILLAIN. I hate it when authors rescue villains that should have been toast like four times over for no good reason other then that perhaps they can't WRITE any other villain. Also, please stop foreshadowing with a SPOTLIGHT. It's not even foreshadowing, really. It's foretelling. It'll be all ooh, mystery mystery, and then BUT WHEN THEY WEREN'T HEARD FROM FOR FOUR YEARS THE POLICE GOT INVOLVED BUT THEY DIDN'T FIND ANYTHING WOOOOOO SPOOKY. It's like well, great, now I know what happened. I realize that they're trying to get you to go OOH BUT HOW AND/OR WHY, MUST KEEP READING NOW but it's kkkkiiiind of annoying when you do it like four times per book. Also it gets suuuper maudlin and mawkish at the end. Worse than the Harry Potter epilogue, and that's saying something.
Anyway. That's all the rambling I have for you tonights. Time for dishes and showers and bedtime, in that order. La~!