candy
in typical fashion, my puter had a brainfart today. er... a microchip fart.
a microprocessor fart. at 10am, it locked up. which was when i got out of the shower.
which was when i needed to transfer some more money from savings to checking to make the deposit for the laser thang.
which was about ten minutes before i had to be out the door to walk my favorite walk, up to where Borders is. Which is also where the Burn Barn is.
i pulled out the battery. i said aloud, "basic emotions, happy sad, mad, fear."
what i was feeling didnt seem to fit into any of them. or maybe panic is just all of them or parts of all of them. i said it again. then plugged the battery back in.
ten mins later, funds transfered, i was out the door.
still slightly hyper, i made it twenty minutes early, even though i'd set out ten minutes late. i'm a fast walker, just ask prairie_ribbon. stopped for iced coffee. just what i needed.
half an hour later, i walked out. first face fry is scheduled for two weeks from today.
yep yep.
went to Borders, and picked up brain candy. i'm just not in the mood for anything heavy. tug on my basic emo strings, Koontz, Crichton, Grisham. basic emo is easy, though i'm sure something will happen before too long that will make me eat those words.
Saw a funny clip recently from that show about NOLA cops, K-Ville. Black guy making a sammich. Other person in room says, you want some Tabasco?
"I'm a black man, dammit. I use hot sauce."
*makes note to refill my ever dwindling hot sauce bottle.
Came home, decompressed. Sales rep at the Burn Barn, as i was getting ready to leave was like, "two weeks. you excited?"
"Yepper," i said. i was. and am.
went out to Buffalo Wild Wings. the food there isnt great. it is what it is. and if thats what you're looking for (wings, bar food, a few extras), its bout as good as you can find. i had the boneless wing salad, chicken tender salad, whatever its called. i worked at a place served something like it, we just called it fried chicken salad. its a salad with cut up breaded fried chicken tenders (see previous posts... chickens do not have fingers). i got it with spicy buffalo sauce and bleu cheese dressing.
just what the doctor ordered.
came home and i just watched the last five episodes of the L Word, season 4.
/me laughed, /me cried, /me came to terms. one of the best parts of this season was Max, the character who is transitioning from f 2 m. what i really loved about his subplot was that it almost never stumbled into cliche. the job thing, the dead parent thing... every time i thought it was starting to lean into an easy out, it turned back on itself. i admire shows, movies, books, that don't give an easy out, or an easy answer. the Max subplot, along with the entire season, if not the entire series, IMO, did just that. or didn't.
laughter and tears, anger and "oh no, please don't do that" spoken to the screen, all four basic emo's. heh.
and brava.
i spoke to three people today who in the midst of conversation mentioned in one form or another that they'd not slept soundly, if at all, the past two nights.
eeenteresting.
last active LJ mention of the emo tracker reads like this:
11/28/7: PM: Happy: Content.
a microprocessor fart. at 10am, it locked up. which was when i got out of the shower.
which was when i needed to transfer some more money from savings to checking to make the deposit for the laser thang.
which was about ten minutes before i had to be out the door to walk my favorite walk, up to where Borders is. Which is also where the Burn Barn is.
i pulled out the battery. i said aloud, "basic emotions, happy sad, mad, fear."
what i was feeling didnt seem to fit into any of them. or maybe panic is just all of them or parts of all of them. i said it again. then plugged the battery back in.
ten mins later, funds transfered, i was out the door.
still slightly hyper, i made it twenty minutes early, even though i'd set out ten minutes late. i'm a fast walker, just ask prairie_ribbon. stopped for iced coffee. just what i needed.
half an hour later, i walked out. first face fry is scheduled for two weeks from today.
yep yep.
went to Borders, and picked up brain candy. i'm just not in the mood for anything heavy. tug on my basic emo strings, Koontz, Crichton, Grisham. basic emo is easy, though i'm sure something will happen before too long that will make me eat those words.
Saw a funny clip recently from that show about NOLA cops, K-Ville. Black guy making a sammich. Other person in room says, you want some Tabasco?
"I'm a black man, dammit. I use hot sauce."
*makes note to refill my ever dwindling hot sauce bottle.
Came home, decompressed. Sales rep at the Burn Barn, as i was getting ready to leave was like, "two weeks. you excited?"
"Yepper," i said. i was. and am.
went out to Buffalo Wild Wings. the food there isnt great. it is what it is. and if thats what you're looking for (wings, bar food, a few extras), its bout as good as you can find. i had the boneless wing salad, chicken tender salad, whatever its called. i worked at a place served something like it, we just called it fried chicken salad. its a salad with cut up breaded fried chicken tenders (see previous posts... chickens do not have fingers). i got it with spicy buffalo sauce and bleu cheese dressing.
just what the doctor ordered.
came home and i just watched the last five episodes of the L Word, season 4.
/me laughed, /me cried, /me came to terms. one of the best parts of this season was Max, the character who is transitioning from f 2 m. what i really loved about his subplot was that it almost never stumbled into cliche. the job thing, the dead parent thing... every time i thought it was starting to lean into an easy out, it turned back on itself. i admire shows, movies, books, that don't give an easy out, or an easy answer. the Max subplot, along with the entire season, if not the entire series, IMO, did just that. or didn't.
laughter and tears, anger and "oh no, please don't do that" spoken to the screen, all four basic emo's. heh.
and brava.
i spoke to three people today who in the midst of conversation mentioned in one form or another that they'd not slept soundly, if at all, the past two nights.
eeenteresting.
last active LJ mention of the emo tracker reads like this:
11/28/7: PM: Happy: Content.