Fitting tuneage, n'est-ce pas?
Apparently my boss has had some sort of windfall as of late, because he's not been a complete dick for the past couple weeks. Not only was my vacation time in July approved, but I actually am being allowed to go to water laboratory training next week. Of course, I'm going on my own time and I'm not getting paid OT for it, but I'm more concerned with getting the course done than I am the money.
Of course, I should probably be worried about the money. I'm doing fine, but once I move, I can see my expenses becoming a bit tighter, as there aren't any 1BR apartments available in the place I'm looking at. I could (and should) look elsewhere, but I rather like the idea of having my computer a.) not in my bedroom raising the temperature of that room 10ºF and b.) having a dining room in which I can actually invite people over and show off my cooking skills. Maybe I should just switch to my laptop as my primary computer, suck it up, and get a roommate. Good God I don't want to do that though. Partly it's that I enjoy the everloving crap out of not having roommates, but I think a larger part of my hesitation is that I'm kind of repulsed by the idea of my having roommates at my age. It's pride, fucking with me, plain and simple.
Oh, I have pics from All-Con, all sparkly and tagged: Slideshow
Note: if you tag your photos with "cosplay" you get a hell of a lot more views.
This past weekend was spent at Lee Harvey's for the Rockers vs. Mods rally with some derby skaters. All kinds of European motorbikes and Vespas. It's too bad I didn't go to the show at Trees afterward, but I went to spope1703 's grilling party. Kosher dogs, blackeye peas made with chicken stock instead of ham hocks (pork being treif), and quite a bit of sweet tea vodak. It was nice catching up with some, meeting new people that I recognized from back when I was going to The Church, and getting re-aquainted with others.
Oh, and apparently I've got a new reader that I only found out about via LJ's new stats page. I'd be embarrassed, given how much I've been gushing about her lately, but fortunately for me I have no shame. Besides, if I didn't want people reading my journal, then I wouldn't make them public. Besides, it's not the most embarrassing thing I've written that's come back to bite me. No, that'd be me writing about the experiences I had at my first Ass City bout and having it get back to Smack the Ripper about how, err, interesting, her mom was.
Okay, two parting shots. Am I the only person who gets tweaked at the wrong note on the kiddie xylophone at the beginning of War's "Why Can't We Be Friends?" Also, what is it about women in tuxes that is so damn hot? Maybe it's just Marlene Dietrich. I mean, look at her. God DAMN.
Of course, I should probably be worried about the money. I'm doing fine, but once I move, I can see my expenses becoming a bit tighter, as there aren't any 1BR apartments available in the place I'm looking at. I could (and should) look elsewhere, but I rather like the idea of having my computer a.) not in my bedroom raising the temperature of that room 10ºF and b.) having a dining room in which I can actually invite people over and show off my cooking skills. Maybe I should just switch to my laptop as my primary computer, suck it up, and get a roommate. Good God I don't want to do that though. Partly it's that I enjoy the everloving crap out of not having roommates, but I think a larger part of my hesitation is that I'm kind of repulsed by the idea of my having roommates at my age. It's pride, fucking with me, plain and simple.
Oh, I have pics from All-Con, all sparkly and tagged: Slideshow
Note: if you tag your photos with "cosplay" you get a hell of a lot more views.
This past weekend was spent at Lee Harvey's for the Rockers vs. Mods rally with some derby skaters. All kinds of European motorbikes and Vespas. It's too bad I didn't go to the show at Trees afterward, but I went to spope1703 's grilling party. Kosher dogs, blackeye peas made with chicken stock instead of ham hocks (pork being treif), and quite a bit of sweet tea vodak. It was nice catching up with some, meeting new people that I recognized from back when I was going to The Church, and getting re-aquainted with others.
Oh, and apparently I've got a new reader that I only found out about via LJ's new stats page. I'd be embarrassed, given how much I've been gushing about her lately, but fortunately for me I have no shame. Besides, if I didn't want people reading my journal, then I wouldn't make them public. Besides, it's not the most embarrassing thing I've written that's come back to bite me. No, that'd be me writing about the experiences I had at my first Ass City bout and having it get back to Smack the Ripper about how, err, interesting, her mom was.
Okay, two parting shots. Am I the only person who gets tweaked at the wrong note on the kiddie xylophone at the beginning of War's "Why Can't We Be Friends?" Also, what is it about women in tuxes that is so damn hot? Maybe it's just Marlene Dietrich. I mean, look at her. God DAMN.