So how RU?
I am happy to report that this evening's surprise discovery of cat vomit did not send me over the edge. Granted I've only found the furry sausage part (whomever calls them furballs has clearly never seen one), so there may be more lurking in exciting places around the house. On the bright side (yes, of cat vomit) furry sausages are better out than in, and it was Pumpkin who is generally more tidy about such things than Princess Projectile.
Rather more surprisingly I didn't break when I received messages from my mobile provider that my call credits were about to expire and my service was about to be suspended or cancelled. WTF? I recharged a couple of weeks ago. I hardly use the phone, so for the last seven and a half years I've mostly recharged the minimum $30 every six months and everything's been hunky as they say dory (is that a fish with nice eyes and great abs?).
Apparently, however, if one recharges only by the $20 minimum allowed by the online service, those call credits only last 14 days! I've just had to recharge the mysterious $30 on top for credits that last theoretically forever but six months in practice. Aaargh. And because I recharged $20 two weeks ago that triggered some mysterious mobile credit calculation of $100 of alleged call credits of various kinds, which just complicates my life unneccesarily. I don't want $50 of super text credit I'll never use, and which will expire sometime soon triggering another round of frightening alerts. I just want to put x dollars in and get x dollars out. Is that so bloody difficult? Eh? Eh?
So that's sorted, and I didn't break. That's nice.
Managed to avoid several potentially irritating car bingle situations today, for I was (a) determined to have sushi for lunch and did battle with the Innaloo fish place carpark, and (b) determined to use my free ticket to see Let Me In this evening. On the way there some poor soul in a 4WD overflowing with children forgot the rules of the road and found herself trapped partially across an intersection when she should have given way to someone turning right. I was behind her and correctly anticipated that she was going to have to reverse out, and so I gave her plenty of room. I also correctly noticed that her reverse lights stayed on, and was prepared when she reversed towards me again instead of driving off. Judging by the arm-waving and lip-reading of the girls in the car, this caused some excitement.
The sushi had tomato in it, which I didn't notice until I got home. Tomato looks remarkably like raw fish if you're expecting raw fish and not tomato. The quantities were small and I have hopefully gotten away with it. The sushi was disappointingly unfishy, but I didn't break.
Let Me In was what a vampire movie should be, thank heavens. Thanks to Swancon for the free pass. (Passes multiple, but I couldn't work up the energy to try to arrange a rendezvous). I was scared witless by the excellent creeping horror, and only mildly distracted by the dumb monster FX and blood splatter. Discovered that the cinema carpark features exactly the same lighting and sound design as the movie, which made the short walk to The Catmobile in the dark rather more exciting than expected.
I generally avoid the Innaloo cinema complex, and this evening I found it strangely devoid of signage. Try as I might I could not locate a display of movies and session times, nor were toilets visible from several major waiting spots. I wasn't even sure if the box office was the actual general box office, so plastered was it in Gold Class advertising. Weird.
Did 3 1/2 hours at work this morning, which is the longest session in over a month at least. Was slightly broken by the effort of picking up the middle of an untangling task. Nothing improves one's ability to integrate new functionality with old ridiculously complex functionality like a two-month suspension mid rewrite. It's something about overriding blocking on checks for no-shows, and clarifying the difference between event creation, notification and reporting, which can all be overridden in multiple ways. It's an embarrassment of features frankly.
So I'm at home awaiting Husband's return from compulsory Sensitivity Training at the prison (and now he's home, quite thoroughly sensitised). The cats insist that I provide them with kills. There's something terribly familiar about my servitude...
See Let Me In but don't see it alone at night.
Rather more surprisingly I didn't break when I received messages from my mobile provider that my call credits were about to expire and my service was about to be suspended or cancelled. WTF? I recharged a couple of weeks ago. I hardly use the phone, so for the last seven and a half years I've mostly recharged the minimum $30 every six months and everything's been hunky as they say dory (is that a fish with nice eyes and great abs?).
Apparently, however, if one recharges only by the $20 minimum allowed by the online service, those call credits only last 14 days! I've just had to recharge the mysterious $30 on top for credits that last theoretically forever but six months in practice. Aaargh. And because I recharged $20 two weeks ago that triggered some mysterious mobile credit calculation of $100 of alleged call credits of various kinds, which just complicates my life unneccesarily. I don't want $50 of super text credit I'll never use, and which will expire sometime soon triggering another round of frightening alerts. I just want to put x dollars in and get x dollars out. Is that so bloody difficult? Eh? Eh?
So that's sorted, and I didn't break. That's nice.
Managed to avoid several potentially irritating car bingle situations today, for I was (a) determined to have sushi for lunch and did battle with the Innaloo fish place carpark, and (b) determined to use my free ticket to see Let Me In this evening. On the way there some poor soul in a 4WD overflowing with children forgot the rules of the road and found herself trapped partially across an intersection when she should have given way to someone turning right. I was behind her and correctly anticipated that she was going to have to reverse out, and so I gave her plenty of room. I also correctly noticed that her reverse lights stayed on, and was prepared when she reversed towards me again instead of driving off. Judging by the arm-waving and lip-reading of the girls in the car, this caused some excitement.
The sushi had tomato in it, which I didn't notice until I got home. Tomato looks remarkably like raw fish if you're expecting raw fish and not tomato. The quantities were small and I have hopefully gotten away with it. The sushi was disappointingly unfishy, but I didn't break.
Let Me In was what a vampire movie should be, thank heavens. Thanks to Swancon for the free pass. (Passes multiple, but I couldn't work up the energy to try to arrange a rendezvous). I was scared witless by the excellent creeping horror, and only mildly distracted by the dumb monster FX and blood splatter. Discovered that the cinema carpark features exactly the same lighting and sound design as the movie, which made the short walk to The Catmobile in the dark rather more exciting than expected.
I generally avoid the Innaloo cinema complex, and this evening I found it strangely devoid of signage. Try as I might I could not locate a display of movies and session times, nor were toilets visible from several major waiting spots. I wasn't even sure if the box office was the actual general box office, so plastered was it in Gold Class advertising. Weird.
Did 3 1/2 hours at work this morning, which is the longest session in over a month at least. Was slightly broken by the effort of picking up the middle of an untangling task. Nothing improves one's ability to integrate new functionality with old ridiculously complex functionality like a two-month suspension mid rewrite. It's something about overriding blocking on checks for no-shows, and clarifying the difference between event creation, notification and reporting, which can all be overridden in multiple ways. It's an embarrassment of features frankly.
So I'm at home awaiting Husband's return from compulsory Sensitivity Training at the prison (and now he's home, quite thoroughly sensitised). The cats insist that I provide them with kills. There's something terribly familiar about my servitude...
See Let Me In but don't see it alone at night.