I only read fandom wank for the icons.
in case you were ever wondering to yourself at some future juncture, "self" - because hai there third person! - "self, I bet it would be totally fun to be stranded in a grocery store when the power goes out!" let me just disavow you right now of that thought. the skies opened, the rains came, the thunders thundered, the lightnings lightninged, and lo! I was in the A&P, in the tinned veggie aisle, and I couldn'a see two feet in front of me. place gets _black_ when one is not near the windows! and then of course everyone in the lineup for the cash had to wait while the register computers rebooted. such fun.
and my t-shirt is still wet from running back and forth from car to store and back to car again in the deluge, and there was not a contest to be seen. bastards.
luckily, I was wholly uncharacteristic last night and actually mowed my lawn after I got home from work, because it had stopped raining for twelve whole hours in a row (which is the current record for this month we're in and I believe would hold for June, as well) and the grass it was getting so high that I was afeared The Tigers would soon be lying in wait. and I? do not have a note to cover Death By Being Pounced By The Tigers Hiding In My Tall Grass. I also hacked away for half an hour at the wonderful, baffling overgrowth of these bizarre vines that are trying to eat my garage. they've completely covered one door, and were halfway across the other one, and the ingenious thing is that they wind their way up through the shingles, and sprout tiny tendrils made of some unbreakable material that curls around whatever is in it's path - other parts of the vine, jutting bits of the structure they are currently growing around, hell there was a tendril that was damn near perma-grafted onto my garage's fire extinguisher. hacking blindly with the shears and the branch cutter was the only way to cut it back, and I still only made a tiny dent. however, I have now managed to, in the space of a week, cut weeds on all sides of my house. it is an accomplishment, I tells you.
mostly, I'm doing it because on August 5 I have People coming to fix my roof! (and by "People" I mean the brother.) no longer will there be the gentle and constant sound of rain pouring down the south wall of my living room! eventually, I will be able to re-paint the wall that is nothing more than watermarks and peeling pink paint! it is glee! I am trying to figure out what colour to paint those two walls - there are only two that are water damaged, and they're the two least-involving walls, since one has my front door in it and the other is mostly taken up by an archway. the other two, which go up to the peak of the cathedral ceiling and are therefore a humungous bitch on wheels to paint, are staying the lovely salmony-pinky colour they are. I'm thinking perhaps going a darker rose for the walls to be painted. something contrasting, but not awful. we shall see.
and, of course, if I hate it, I can always paint it again. I really, really want to paint my upstairs hallway, too. so ugly now.
and now, the deluge is momentarily interrupted, so I must take my leave and go to the dump. seriously, the joys of home ownership in the middle of fucking nowhere are neverending.
and my t-shirt is still wet from running back and forth from car to store and back to car again in the deluge, and there was not a contest to be seen. bastards.
luckily, I was wholly uncharacteristic last night and actually mowed my lawn after I got home from work, because it had stopped raining for twelve whole hours in a row (which is the current record for this month we're in and I believe would hold for June, as well) and the grass it was getting so high that I was afeared The Tigers would soon be lying in wait. and I? do not have a note to cover Death By Being Pounced By The Tigers Hiding In My Tall Grass. I also hacked away for half an hour at the wonderful, baffling overgrowth of these bizarre vines that are trying to eat my garage. they've completely covered one door, and were halfway across the other one, and the ingenious thing is that they wind their way up through the shingles, and sprout tiny tendrils made of some unbreakable material that curls around whatever is in it's path - other parts of the vine, jutting bits of the structure they are currently growing around, hell there was a tendril that was damn near perma-grafted onto my garage's fire extinguisher. hacking blindly with the shears and the branch cutter was the only way to cut it back, and I still only made a tiny dent. however, I have now managed to, in the space of a week, cut weeds on all sides of my house. it is an accomplishment, I tells you.
mostly, I'm doing it because on August 5 I have People coming to fix my roof! (and by "People" I mean the brother.) no longer will there be the gentle and constant sound of rain pouring down the south wall of my living room! eventually, I will be able to re-paint the wall that is nothing more than watermarks and peeling pink paint! it is glee! I am trying to figure out what colour to paint those two walls - there are only two that are water damaged, and they're the two least-involving walls, since one has my front door in it and the other is mostly taken up by an archway. the other two, which go up to the peak of the cathedral ceiling and are therefore a humungous bitch on wheels to paint, are staying the lovely salmony-pinky colour they are. I'm thinking perhaps going a darker rose for the walls to be painted. something contrasting, but not awful. we shall see.
and, of course, if I hate it, I can always paint it again. I really, really want to paint my upstairs hallway, too. so ugly now.
and now, the deluge is momentarily interrupted, so I must take my leave and go to the dump. seriously, the joys of home ownership in the middle of fucking nowhere are neverending.