"'Sorry' means no more shouting?"
Went to bed shortly after 10:00 last night like a good little girl old lady. Unfortunately, those pesky whippersnappers in the apartment above my head were whooping until after midnight. I got out of bed, and after exhausting any potential resource of an after-hours noise complaint number for my apartment complex, I walked upstairs for a, "Hey, you kids, get off my lawn!" moment. He kept saying, "Sorry!" I could imagine myself laying back down only to put up with further whooping, so I added, "'Sorry' means no more shouting?" I got a, "Yes, ma'am!" on that one. I guess I have the Mom Voice ready when I need it. I didn't hear so much as a peep from them after that.
Last evening was blissfully uneventful. I didn't do a single useful thing! I had a chiropractor appointment after work -- routine, although I was in terrific pain over my neck. My neck and shoulders were so jacked up (that's the technical term I've learned after years of going through chiropractic care) that my shoulders were actually swollen from tension. Man! Feels much better now.
Home after that to cracked out kittens who survived Day 2 of fire alarm testing in our apartment building, which is just ear-bleedingly loud. Poor babies! Sadly, they'll have to endure the third and final day of that today. Ian was out with his immediate co-workers for a semi-regular gathering for All You Can Eat Sushi. I had the apartment to myself! Normally, I jump at those chances to really clean with no interruption or distraction. Not last night! I just plunked down on the couch, ate frozen pizza for dinner, and watched "Crazy Heart" from Netflix. It won Best Picture or something last year, certainly Best A Bunch of Something... but gee whiz, was it boring! One mildly interesting thing would happen, then it would be 15 more minutes of nothing interesting whatsoever. Then it occurred to me in the middle of the movie how much more I would have enjoyed the Maggie Gyllenhall character had she been overweight, with mousy-colored or dyed hair, a real Walmart type. I thought that physical description would have matched her character much better. Instead, she's gorgeous Maggie Gyllenhall who wears fancy matching Victoria's Secret lacy bra and panties, and whose hip bones jut out in front of her drum-tight stomach... Yet, somehow, the best she can do is The Dude 2.0: The DTs? That made me angry with the movie, and if possible, therefore even less tolerant of how boring it was.
Received in the mail a blouse I ordered to wear to Kermit & Caitlin's wedding. It's got an Asian-inspired pattern, and is silky and pretty. I bought some Steampunk chopsticks to wear in my hair. I'm debating wearing a wig as well, and Steampunking out my hair, but I may forgo that portion simply out of laziness.
I forgot to mention yesterday that one of the crafts I'm into lately is making boffer weapons. Yes! After 20 years of LARPing, I've suddenly taken an interest in making my own weapons. I expect a few last supplies like a jeweler's saw (for best cutting of fiberglass kite poles), and The World's Nicest Pipe Foam to arrive in the mail today. This weekend, there will be some sawing and cutting and pasting and cursing and giggling as I attempt 3 shortswords, 1 longsword, and maybe a dagger if I'm feeling saucy. There's a new kid in town, Chris, ("kid" being an utterly inappropriate description and merely colloquial,) who just moved to the area from Vancouver. He's looking to make some local friends, and his weapons are need in of repair before the next event, so we have vague plans for him to come over and hang out while we work on this together. Chris has a really sunny, and dare I suggest "otter-like" disposition. He claps his hands in sincere glee when he hears something he likes. And yes, Chris is openly and way gay, and just a ray of sunshine in the world. I'm looking forward to both the activity and the company, hopefully this weekend or maybe an evening next week, instead of or in addition to this weekend's escapades.
Traceroo
P.S. Random cubicle squatter next door has Metallica as her cell phone ringtone. She is therefore forgiven for not having the cell phone on vibrate.
P.P.S. Okay, "Enter Sandman" was far less charming on the second call within two minutes.
P.P.P.S. I guess she has a sick kid at home, so it's back to acceptable.
Last evening was blissfully uneventful. I didn't do a single useful thing! I had a chiropractor appointment after work -- routine, although I was in terrific pain over my neck. My neck and shoulders were so jacked up (that's the technical term I've learned after years of going through chiropractic care) that my shoulders were actually swollen from tension. Man! Feels much better now.
Home after that to cracked out kittens who survived Day 2 of fire alarm testing in our apartment building, which is just ear-bleedingly loud. Poor babies! Sadly, they'll have to endure the third and final day of that today. Ian was out with his immediate co-workers for a semi-regular gathering for All You Can Eat Sushi. I had the apartment to myself! Normally, I jump at those chances to really clean with no interruption or distraction. Not last night! I just plunked down on the couch, ate frozen pizza for dinner, and watched "Crazy Heart" from Netflix. It won Best Picture or something last year, certainly Best A Bunch of Something... but gee whiz, was it boring! One mildly interesting thing would happen, then it would be 15 more minutes of nothing interesting whatsoever. Then it occurred to me in the middle of the movie how much more I would have enjoyed the Maggie Gyllenhall character had she been overweight, with mousy-colored or dyed hair, a real Walmart type. I thought that physical description would have matched her character much better. Instead, she's gorgeous Maggie Gyllenhall who wears fancy matching Victoria's Secret lacy bra and panties, and whose hip bones jut out in front of her drum-tight stomach... Yet, somehow, the best she can do is The Dude 2.0: The DTs? That made me angry with the movie, and if possible, therefore even less tolerant of how boring it was.
Received in the mail a blouse I ordered to wear to Kermit & Caitlin's wedding. It's got an Asian-inspired pattern, and is silky and pretty. I bought some Steampunk chopsticks to wear in my hair. I'm debating wearing a wig as well, and Steampunking out my hair, but I may forgo that portion simply out of laziness.
I forgot to mention yesterday that one of the crafts I'm into lately is making boffer weapons. Yes! After 20 years of LARPing, I've suddenly taken an interest in making my own weapons. I expect a few last supplies like a jeweler's saw (for best cutting of fiberglass kite poles), and The World's Nicest Pipe Foam to arrive in the mail today. This weekend, there will be some sawing and cutting and pasting and cursing and giggling as I attempt 3 shortswords, 1 longsword, and maybe a dagger if I'm feeling saucy. There's a new kid in town, Chris, ("kid" being an utterly inappropriate description and merely colloquial,) who just moved to the area from Vancouver. He's looking to make some local friends, and his weapons are need in of repair before the next event, so we have vague plans for him to come over and hang out while we work on this together. Chris has a really sunny, and dare I suggest "otter-like" disposition. He claps his hands in sincere glee when he hears something he likes. And yes, Chris is openly and way gay, and just a ray of sunshine in the world. I'm looking forward to both the activity and the company, hopefully this weekend or maybe an evening next week, instead of or in addition to this weekend's escapades.
Traceroo
P.S. Random cubicle squatter next door has Metallica as her cell phone ringtone. She is therefore forgiven for not having the cell phone on vibrate.
P.P.S. Okay, "Enter Sandman" was far less charming on the second call within two minutes.
P.P.P.S. I guess she has a sick kid at home, so it's back to acceptable.