Marching on
Seeing as how I've linked Schuldig with Karl Lagerfeld for years, based on a New York article from 2006 (and continued from a few other things you can find on my Karl Lagerfeld tag), the controversy over Lagerfeld's work being the 2023 Met Gala's theme just makes the still Schuldiggy piece of my brain smile.
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Yesterday I learned that Nicolas Cage and Keanu Reeves have the same birth year. I know some of y'all think Keanu Reeves is an immortal, but.... Cage also claimed Reeves once hustled him at pool, making some impossible shots.
All this came out in a Reddit session of "Ask Me Anything" with Nicolas Cage and Nicholas Hoult.
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The month of March has been defective. I want to return it.
I was getting very occasional pins and needles sensations in the toes of my right foot, so I went to the podiatrist to check out that bad ankle. (But. Yesterday I managed to hit my left ankle on the frame of my bed, which hurt a lot of first then didn't, but then started up again tonight and has bruised and swollen, so if the doctor asks to compare my right ankle with my left I'll have to be like, "Heh. Funny story...." Neither of my ankles looked regular human normal to before this, but they definitely don't look normal now.)
He wants me to wear a podiatric boot for 4-6 weeks and walk as little as possible. Doesn't want me driving, but if I do I have to have the boot off for it. (But maybe driving won't be something I'll be doing soon due to something I talk about in the next paragraph. Heyo!) Too bad I don't have a driver, personal shopper, or someone to cook and clean my apartment or carry me up three flights of stairs. At least I already own a boot like that, having bought one after my ankle sprain several years ago, because otherwise I might have to pay $125 for one. This is why I'm a packrat, people. I've had ankle injuries worse and much more painful than this, but he's concerned about the damaged tendons and my history of ankle injuries and the already existing internal scarring.
I'm still having occasional moments of worry with my Elantra, called my service guy to ask in horror and trepidation if it might be the transmission, and instead of saying, as I hoped, "No, it couldn't be," he replied, "God, I hope not." He agreed to take it in and drive around with it a bit to tomorrow to see if the problem replicates while he has it. If it is the transmission, all that can be done is expensively rebuild it. I know it's stupid expensive because it's what killed my last car. I have only had my current used car for two years and I will still be paying it off for years. God, I hope he finds something different and it's cheaper to fix.
Of course, having major car trouble while having a foot injury I'm supposed to stay off of as much as possible is a big problem. I walked home from the service station (after I left my car there) over half a mile uphill with a massive, heavy podiatric boot on one foot.
Meanwhile, I'm still having the anxiety attacks, pain in my chest, and pain in my right breast I was having before the rest of this started. (Now I have even more cause to feel anxious.) I am not doing well.
Things need to get better. April, be better.
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Speaking of March marching on....
Roommate J tried to fix our refrigerator based off stuff she went through on the internet... and failed as we both knew she would since 1] the fridge has been borked in a different way for years even before the persistent, unstoppable dripping started and 2] she's also not a refrigerator technician, but this is what our landlord demanded before he'd consider buying us a new one. Our fridge interior was a filthy mess because parasite roommate is a disgusting slob but J tried to clean it. While washing the second shelf in the bathtub Sunday morning, it flipped out of her hands and the glass shattered. She said the biggest shard was maybe the size of an American quarter. She had to clean it out of the tub, but then it was too heavy for the trash bag so it ripped through and fell all over the bathroom floor so she had to clean it up again. (J: "During that, I was like, oh no, V's vibe is rubbing off on me!") So the second shelf, half of which is "my" shelf, is currently two layers of cardboard taped to the frame, and you can't put anything remotely weighty on it. So now the landlord has to buy us a new fridge, but since he's cheap as hell (and keeps saying how broke he is, wish I could use that excuse about paying rent) and the refrigerator still gets cold--even if we have to leave a bowl under the constant drip inside and have to empty it out periodically or the fridge interior gets soaked and disgusting, and cardboard won't last long under those conditions--he's taking his sweet time about it.
We haven't seen or heard from parasite roommate in a week and a half. We were glad about that when we had to use a key for the second-floor apartment to use their fridge, because we foresaw having to babysit her to make sure she didn't try to make a copy of that key for when the new tenants would be moving in Sunday evening, but with her no news isn't necessarily good news.
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Yesterday I learned that Nicolas Cage and Keanu Reeves have the same birth year. I know some of y'all think Keanu Reeves is an immortal, but.... Cage also claimed Reeves once hustled him at pool, making some impossible shots.
All this came out in a Reddit session of "Ask Me Anything" with Nicolas Cage and Nicholas Hoult.
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The month of March has been defective. I want to return it.
I was getting very occasional pins and needles sensations in the toes of my right foot, so I went to the podiatrist to check out that bad ankle. (But. Yesterday I managed to hit my left ankle on the frame of my bed, which hurt a lot of first then didn't, but then started up again tonight and has bruised and swollen, so if the doctor asks to compare my right ankle with my left I'll have to be like, "Heh. Funny story...." Neither of my ankles looked regular human normal to before this, but they definitely don't look normal now.)
He wants me to wear a podiatric boot for 4-6 weeks and walk as little as possible. Doesn't want me driving, but if I do I have to have the boot off for it. (But maybe driving won't be something I'll be doing soon due to something I talk about in the next paragraph. Heyo!) Too bad I don't have a driver, personal shopper, or someone to cook and clean my apartment or carry me up three flights of stairs. At least I already own a boot like that, having bought one after my ankle sprain several years ago, because otherwise I might have to pay $125 for one. This is why I'm a packrat, people. I've had ankle injuries worse and much more painful than this, but he's concerned about the damaged tendons and my history of ankle injuries and the already existing internal scarring.
I'm still having occasional moments of worry with my Elantra, called my service guy to ask in horror and trepidation if it might be the transmission, and instead of saying, as I hoped, "No, it couldn't be," he replied, "God, I hope not." He agreed to take it in and drive around with it a bit to tomorrow to see if the problem replicates while he has it. If it is the transmission, all that can be done is expensively rebuild it. I know it's stupid expensive because it's what killed my last car. I have only had my current used car for two years and I will still be paying it off for years. God, I hope he finds something different and it's cheaper to fix.
Of course, having major car trouble while having a foot injury I'm supposed to stay off of as much as possible is a big problem. I walked home from the service station (after I left my car there) over half a mile uphill with a massive, heavy podiatric boot on one foot.
Meanwhile, I'm still having the anxiety attacks, pain in my chest, and pain in my right breast I was having before the rest of this started. (Now I have even more cause to feel anxious.) I am not doing well.
Things need to get better. April, be better.
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Speaking of March marching on....
Roommate J tried to fix our refrigerator based off stuff she went through on the internet... and failed as we both knew she would since 1] the fridge has been borked in a different way for years even before the persistent, unstoppable dripping started and 2] she's also not a refrigerator technician, but this is what our landlord demanded before he'd consider buying us a new one. Our fridge interior was a filthy mess because parasite roommate is a disgusting slob but J tried to clean it. While washing the second shelf in the bathtub Sunday morning, it flipped out of her hands and the glass shattered. She said the biggest shard was maybe the size of an American quarter. She had to clean it out of the tub, but then it was too heavy for the trash bag so it ripped through and fell all over the bathroom floor so she had to clean it up again. (J: "During that, I was like, oh no, V's vibe is rubbing off on me!") So the second shelf, half of which is "my" shelf, is currently two layers of cardboard taped to the frame, and you can't put anything remotely weighty on it. So now the landlord has to buy us a new fridge, but since he's cheap as hell (and keeps saying how broke he is, wish I could use that excuse about paying rent) and the refrigerator still gets cold--even if we have to leave a bowl under the constant drip inside and have to empty it out periodically or the fridge interior gets soaked and disgusting, and cardboard won't last long under those conditions--he's taking his sweet time about it.
We haven't seen or heard from parasite roommate in a week and a half. We were glad about that when we had to use a key for the second-floor apartment to use their fridge, because we foresaw having to babysit her to make sure she didn't try to make a copy of that key for when the new tenants would be moving in Sunday evening, but with her no news isn't necessarily good news.