The usual multifaceted update of recently
Bush is actually taking responsibility for fucking up with Katrina. Even I am impressed. Rove must be in overdrive trying to enact the best and most Machiavellian gamble he's ever taken. Only Rove could make the most stupidly obsinate man in the western hemisphere actually *apologize*. There's something up his sleeve for damn sure.
This really goes to show how much deep shit he's in. Even conservatives like Paul Craig Roberts want him impeached. See twistedchick for links. The other political link I wanted to mention was this one, which is a review of Farenheit 9/11 by usually incredibly (and sometimes unfairly) cynical and pissed off reviewer Mr. Cranky, which basically says exactly everything that I believe about our political system today. Some days, his crankiness is an excuse to be unnecessarily nasty to good movies just to maintain his stchick, but here he really nails it 100%, down to the cynical closing comment about the Michael Moores and Ann Coulters of the world.
The cat is on drugs. Moreso than usual, even. I wonder if there's something in this plant she keeps chewing on that affects her brain/body chemistry. Yesterday she even went so far as to walk onto my keyboard as I was sitting there looking at her, step on the Q key until the buffer overloaded, and then *chew on the side of the case*. My brand new laptop now has marks from where it was chewed upon by a cat. And I am amused as all hell. ( Edit : And now she just attacked my leg in the process of begging incessantly for a treat when I was in the kitchen. Then tried to eat my USB cable. This cat is going to be the death of me someday.)
Reasonably productive plans for today - I'm going to an open house for the apartment downtown (1007 Stewart), which I may end up just taking, if I can get it. My renter's history is acceptable to them, the rent is reasonable (650 for about 500 square feet), and I think you get free internet, too. And a dishwasher.
Emailed/tried to friend a couple of people from my high school on facebook. Which is really what I'm using it for. Everyone I'm even remotely interested in from SRC is either someone I already know in other ways, or someone who I don't trust not to tell me to fuck off if I message them. Yeah, classic Freudian fear of rejection. Gailer, however, is so far in the past, and I never talked to anyone while I was there anyway, so I feel a bit more comfortable at least emailing the people who were friendly enough to me when I last talked to them that I think they might be receptive.
Need to reply/write emails to both parental entities. Maybe with lunch, of which I should probably now partake.
Dinner with fraxl at probably Annapurna tonight. Yay, curry with brown rice ! Yay, fraxl ! I'm going to have to use this opportunity to pick her brain about temp agencies in addition to usual socialitude. The woman is a mine of coolness *and* incredibly useful information.
Allyson's mother is appearing tonight. She will be in and out periodically for the next week or so. I should probably pick up a bit before I leave for the open house. Even if I don't get to doing laundry for lack of preciousprecious quarters, I can at least pick up a bit. And possibly find some way to cordon off the right arm of the couch so that the cat can't get up there and eat even more of the plant. (She protests vociferously whenever I pick her up and move her.)
Maybe if I'm really cool, I'll finish this CD in addition to everything else. I've already dicked around with pretty much the entire tracklist about fifteen times. I should just press the thing.
This really goes to show how much deep shit he's in. Even conservatives like Paul Craig Roberts want him impeached. See twistedchick for links. The other political link I wanted to mention was this one, which is a review of Farenheit 9/11 by usually incredibly (and sometimes unfairly) cynical and pissed off reviewer Mr. Cranky, which basically says exactly everything that I believe about our political system today. Some days, his crankiness is an excuse to be unnecessarily nasty to good movies just to maintain his stchick, but here he really nails it 100%, down to the cynical closing comment about the Michael Moores and Ann Coulters of the world.
The cat is on drugs. Moreso than usual, even. I wonder if there's something in this plant she keeps chewing on that affects her brain/body chemistry. Yesterday she even went so far as to walk onto my keyboard as I was sitting there looking at her, step on the Q key until the buffer overloaded, and then *chew on the side of the case*. My brand new laptop now has marks from where it was chewed upon by a cat. And I am amused as all hell. ( Edit : And now she just attacked my leg in the process of begging incessantly for a treat when I was in the kitchen. Then tried to eat my USB cable. This cat is going to be the death of me someday.)
Reasonably productive plans for today - I'm going to an open house for the apartment downtown (1007 Stewart), which I may end up just taking, if I can get it. My renter's history is acceptable to them, the rent is reasonable (650 for about 500 square feet), and I think you get free internet, too. And a dishwasher.
Emailed/tried to friend a couple of people from my high school on facebook. Which is really what I'm using it for. Everyone I'm even remotely interested in from SRC is either someone I already know in other ways, or someone who I don't trust not to tell me to fuck off if I message them. Yeah, classic Freudian fear of rejection. Gailer, however, is so far in the past, and I never talked to anyone while I was there anyway, so I feel a bit more comfortable at least emailing the people who were friendly enough to me when I last talked to them that I think they might be receptive.
Need to reply/write emails to both parental entities. Maybe with lunch, of which I should probably now partake.
Dinner with fraxl at probably Annapurna tonight. Yay, curry with brown rice ! Yay, fraxl ! I'm going to have to use this opportunity to pick her brain about temp agencies in addition to usual socialitude. The woman is a mine of coolness *and* incredibly useful information.
Allyson's mother is appearing tonight. She will be in and out periodically for the next week or so. I should probably pick up a bit before I leave for the open house. Even if I don't get to doing laundry for lack of preciousprecious quarters, I can at least pick up a bit. And possibly find some way to cordon off the right arm of the couch so that the cat can't get up there and eat even more of the plant. (She protests vociferously whenever I pick her up and move her.)
Maybe if I'm really cool, I'll finish this CD in addition to everything else. I've already dicked around with pretty much the entire tracklist about fifteen times. I should just press the thing.