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Crazy Kitty So I haven't said much lately, but a LOT has been going on, including the fact that my little sister's very first ever Odyssey of the Mind team (4th and 5th graders all, and just WAY to kawaii for their own good!) came in fourth place at the state level. Woo! Go, Gryphon-Sis'!!! Next and most nerve-wracking (after the fact that RissiCat has signed up for a full-time term so she can still graduate in the spring) is that I am waiting for a phone call....wait, back up. Okay, last TOOSday I posted my resume online thru GeekFinder (yeah, you can find the link at UserFriendly. Not that I thought I had a Cloud's chance in Mako of actually getting a nibble with my older skills, but, like Cloud, I seem to have come through alive. Ya see, Wednesday I got a call from a gentleman from a techy headhunter company (if they are good to me I'll link 'em later) who wanted me for a 5-month assignment. Thursday I met with him at a local Starbucks, then ran home to rewrite my resume using his suggestions. (Damn, thinks I, I do rock! Lookit all this shit I can do!) Friday I get a call saying the rewritten resume was just right and it's being sent to the client company with 3 or 4 others and I'll hear from them Monday or TOOSday. The upshot is, will you all please think good thoughts for me? I want to work again, and it would so rock to be back in techy-land (even if it's just a temp help desk job. I can only go up from there!!!). Thank you, everyone! GryphonCat... ...scratched in the box at 02:32 p.m. on Saturday, April 24, 2004 Rissicat Color me wonko... Now how does this sound... full time work AND full time school? Oy.... ...scratched in the box at 02:34 p.m. on Wednesday, April 21, 2004 Rissicat The shadow of love goes dancing by... Wow. Time truly flies, doesn't it? Fast recap of the past few weeks. Work, School, repeat 'til your eyes cross. I'm stressing on getting through this term intact, keeping up with my job, and getting enrolled for Summer and Fall of next year. We hosted the ever-amusing Twig last weekend, to our delight. She is a pleasant guest and ever-so polite. This was a combined business and pleasure jaunt, with Twig and Changeling attending my college's "Writing for Publication" course, and Twig getting the opportunity to visit friends. ...scratched in the box at 01:23 p.m. on Tuesday, April 20, 2004 Rissicat Just think of all the time I'd save, if stop signs were considered "optional"... I guess time is still a big thing with me. My daytimer and I are waaaaayyyy too good friends lately, and I keep feeling like I don't have enough of it. School isn't actually harder than usual I don't think(or at least not much), maybe I'm just burning out a bit. And I realized that I should be getting ready for summer and fall registration already. Home is still a little tense, things aren't yet settled family-wise. Well, whatever happens, happens. Spent a whopping chunk of the income tax refund on bills and home improvement stuff. But it was fun to do it, and should improve things all around as we get around to using them. G-cat and Changeling already switched out all the handles in the kitchen, and destroyed that grotty old faucet in the kitchen sink. Shiny, shiny chrome.... mmmmmm. ...scratched in the box at 09:53 p.m. on Thursday, April 8, 2004 Rissicat Career Development Opportunity Twig, got something you may - or may not - be interested in through my college. I will try to catch you online tonight or very, very soon. ...scratched in the box at 05:14 p.m. on Thursday, April 8, 2004 Rissicat My apologies for the vitriol Gahhh... Looks like I was spewing a lot of built up frustration last week. Gomen, all. And thanks for all the hugs. It helped, and by the end of the weekend we were pretty much back on an even keel. Two more exams this week (twitch), and one life-lesson later, and you know...? Everything does go on, after all. I only hope the problems don't spill over into the weekend, when we're attending a nephew's first birthday.... I don't want anyone else hurt by the mess. In happier news, the house is re-mortgaged again, effective this afternoon. Lower interest rate, 5 years less of payments, and about 25% savings over the lifetime of the mortgage. Woo. Welcome back to Thorne (not Kotter), I hope your journey was faboo.... Gcat told me that you were going to journal it, so I'll catch up with you, first break I get. Must study now, hugs to all, and :Ja':... I'll try to get online later this week to see everyone. ...scratched in the box at 09:59 p.m. on Monday, March 22, 2004 Rissicat Okay, now it's my turn. Rant Warning Ahead - Read At Your Own Risk (you should know who I mean) I am so tired of this bullshit. I mean it. While I may smile and chat and be friendly (and I truly DO care about the whole family, and I care about what's going on in your lives, I always have...) that doesn't mean I'm not mad as all hell about what has been going on here for decades. Even so, I can't say that I'm glad the shit has hit the fan -- it hurts to watch G-cat hurt this much over you all. And there are many times that you have been worth caring enough to be hurt over. But this isn't one of them, damn it. You're upset because we came over acted like good friends might, with the occasional hug and smile. We did not do anything that was out of line, or inappropriate. We slept on the same futon. She admitted to a single person - who happens to be an adult, (as amazing as that sounds; I remember when she was born) - that we are a couple. Not that the person didn't already know, because you told her. We did not mention it to any other person, as that was not appropriate. So tell me when it's okay to be ourselves around the family, will you? It's been over twenty wonderful years, with the usual rough times like any other couple. Whether you choose to see this or not, we are the family's longest running, most enduring, stable couple. Only G-cat's Mom and Dad have been together longer, and they gave her the best foundation that could ever be gifted to their child. They showed her that true love requires true teamwork, and a committment to staying true to a dream of a lifetime together. Despite personal quirks, like a short temper, and a tendency to say what's on our minds, we are fine people and fine citizens. We don't drink to excess, smoke, do drugs, party, or drive when under the influence of alcohol. We pay our taxes and our debts. We help out wherever we can, because that's what friends and family are for. "We've never said anything about you....," you told G-cat. Oh, my God. What the heck is there to say??! "Wow, they're fine citizens, and pretty good people, but they're two girls, don't you know?" Get off your high horse, will you? I wasn't put on the earth to live up to your expectations. The only people I have to be square with in the very end, is God and my own conscience. Not your God. Not the God of the person down the block. Only the God that is at the heart of me, myself. Just like, in the end, each of us must come to terms with that same aspect of God. "Put some distance between us," you said. For the last decade, you might as well have been on the moon. The only time you were social was during family gatherings. And G-cat tried to respect that and not push it. She knows how you feel. But the same way that you've been on the fringes of all the family happenings, so have we. And because we've tried to respect everyone's feelings, G-cat usually just quietly swallows her disappointment and hurt. I'm the one who hands her tissues, and puts an arm around her, and tells her to be patient, to hang on. Even when it hurts me to see her hurt. But because I was born female, we will never get the approval of you or the greater part of society. No matter how good a person we try to be, there are still people who would physically hurt us, simply because of the fact that we love. Yeah, I'm good and mad. Why shouldn't I be? Wouldn't you be angry at the injustice of it all? If I were born a guy we could marry, have a family, get insurance on each other, and a thousand other things that society would smile at. We'd be celebrating our silver anniversary in two more years. I'm not angry at God. I accept that this is the way things are, and I believe that there is a good reason for the way our lives unfold. We don't need to understand those reasons; we only need to be the best person we can be in this life. G-cat may have spoken out of line, and certainly she can speak without discretion at times. For any hurt that she may have caused you, I know that she is truly sorry. What I don't know is whether you've ever regretted all the hurt that you have caused her. ...scratched in the box at 12:03 a.m. on Friday, March 19, 2004 Rissicat "One more thing...." I just wanted to give a big hug and thank you to Ms. Vel for her public service announcement regarding digestive disorders. As someone who suffered for a quarter century with horrid 3-day long migraines and went through a lot of tests and drugs to no avail, it was an immense relief to me to finally find that all those years of pain were caused by a food sensitivity to eggs, dairy, nuts, yeast, and a double-handful of other common items. Both like and unlike Coeliac disease, a food sensitivity is caused by my body's inability to sufficiently digest certain food proteins. These half-digested proteins then trigger immune-reactions - sound vaguely familar? - and a LARGE variety of ensuing symptoms, depending on the patient. For me: Ecsema, sinus congestion, massively slowed digestive process, nervousness/agitation, and please-let-me-die-now headaches/migraines. My wish for a better future is that physicians start to acknowledge that what affects one part of the body can affect so many other parts, and do a better job of looking for the cause of people's problems, rather than throwing drugs at the symptoms. ...scratched in the box at 05:13 p.m. on Wednesday, March 17, 2004 Rissicat Fweeeeeee! Spring break week, and I'm doing less housework than expected, more homework, and am generally a happy, happy cat. The plumbing mayhem continues as our little, black, hairlipped cat pushed something purple from the downstairs bathroom sink into the toilet just as it was flushing.... Gah. Down went the purple object, and we are now watching in horror to see the ramifications of this little adventure. I think it's just become time to go to Home Depot and buy a sewer snake. In home life, I'm just catching up with the roomies, hanging out, relaxing. Tonight we're going to one of the theatres downtown to catch a showing of Tokyo Godfathers. This movie is by the same director who made Millenium Actress, which I loved. (Thank you again, Twig!) Since it makes no sense for me to commute the hour drive back to home (less than 30 minutes without traffic), just to pick up the roomies and turn right around again, they're going to meet me at the office, and we'll do dinner beforehand. Can't wait! ...scratched in the box at 03:23 p.m. on Wednesday, March 17, 2004 GryphonCat: the sound of polite applause: tiny ice pellets. Rissicat, I'm glad you took the bus today; it's icky as all get-out here. Just be careful walking back from the bus stop, okay? The home assessor got here right on time -- we're refinancing for the second time since we bought the house in '99! And even though we have to roll in a bunch of closing costs, we're still coming out massively ahead on this. (GOD the current financial climate is weird weird weird.) The guy is really nice, which is a good thing, because the house is its usual wreck. Not the nicer wreck that Twig and Luny have seen, but the usual nasty "I am a crappy housekeeper" wreck. And I am the housekeeper...eh heh heh. X P In other news, as you may have seen from Changeling's blog, we went to Tekkoshocon this Sunday. And oh, was she right; the Kawaii Gifts table had me transfixed for what must have seemed like hours to poor Rissi' and Changeling. The art show was fun too, but for a different reason...the poor person running the art show had taken over on *Thursday* when the art show director just didn't show up! Aaargh! ...poor guy. There were a couple of sticky issues when the art show closed down, and Rissi' and I gave him some advice, since we have run art shows for conventions before. Well, he was grateful , and, well, since Rissi's not allowed to run an art show until she gets her degree next year, well, and well and well, I...er...volunteered. To assist, not run the show, next year. So maybe I'll be begging you all to send in artwork! I happen to be able to reassure you that every one of you who do art can do art that is better than *at least* half of the artwork that was there. But anyway, I'll post links to the art show when it gets a little more finalized. ^^;; Changeling and I were walking and talking yesterday, and I was whining...err, moaning...err, complaining that I never seem to get anything written. That all the stuff in my head is so much better than what I seem to type out when I try. That I am terribly intimidated by all my friends' writing (and that includes the other Mews, both of them). And Changeling, bless her, got out the ol' clue-by-four, whupped me upside the head with it, and told me that if I didn't write, it would never get better. "Try a drabble, or a snippet or three," she said. "No one will understand what's going on," I countered. *WHACK* "Baka! You like Luns' ficblog with all the Zack snippets, don't you? And you have no clue what's going on there, do ya?" So I have a mandate to write, and I'll post a link if I ever come up with stuff I care to show to the world. And maybe I'll illo some more too. Or sculpt a Zack, which I have been threatening to do forever. Or actually tell y'all about the freakin' character -- nothing more than a figment! -- who bothered me until I became a vegetarian. Not that anyone would believe that one...but it's all true I tell you, true! And with all that said, I, too, will stop babbling. For now....scratched in the box at 02:01 p.m. on Tuesday, March 16, 2004 Risscat Hate to cover up somthing so pretty Sorry, Angel. But I wanted to post that this last weekend was sooooo very nice. Besides worrying a bit about our intrepid adventurers, and calling Luns back to say "hi", I did almost nothing of value. Puttered around the house, filled in crosswords and crytopgrams, cleaned a little. Hung out a lot. It was great. A special nice break/change from it all was dashing out to the Pittsburgh/Mars Marriot and hanging out there with G-cat and Changeling for Tekkeshocon - Pittsburgh's own anime con. It's going through, getting fiesty... I heard someone say that the attenence this year went over 1000. Changeling sold art and got admired for her Kougaigi outfit (hopefully to be put on her website), and G-cat volunteered to help out with the art show next year. Afterwards, they dragged me out to the hugest, best stocked Chinese buffet I have ever seen. Plenty of good food, even for our vegetarian G-cat. ...scratched in the box at 11:35 a.m. on Monday, March 15, 2004 GryphonCat: A friend forwarded this quiz to me...
...Funny thing is, when I started to question the answer, all my characters stared at me like, "Don't be an idiot!" ...eh heh heh heh.... ...scratched in the box at 08:56 p.m. on Tuesday, March 9, 2004 Rissicat Still the "Best Roommates Ever"... G-cat and Changeling rank among the awesome for dealing with more than any person should have to deal with. After the sewer disruption of a week and a half ago (and the mess it made of the basement), those wonderful human beings dealt with the mess of an overflowing toilet on the upper floor yesterday morning. And was it ever ugly.... The dirty water seeped through the previously damaged floor, and poured into the dining room via one of the sunken light fixtures. Despite all that, by the time I got home from classes last night the house was spotless. If it weren't for the missing bathmat and dining room rug, I would never have known what happened. Thank you both so, so much. ...scratched in the box at 11:42 a.m. on Friday, March 5, 2004 Changeling: A brief conversation on Star Wars and its downhill slide So GryphonCat and I were talking about the Oscars this morning, and why "Return of the King" was the first fantasy movie to win the Best Picture award. The film critic in our local paper mentioned that even "Star Wars" hadn't managed that, which set off G-Cat. She talked about the stilted dialog in Episodes 1 & 2, and how - when she thought back over it - the dialog in the original "Star Wars" was just as bad in many places; it was just that, back in 1977, the whole thing was shiny and new and hadn't been PSBed* into ridiculousness. Which led to the following bit of byplay: MewsChangeling: You *had* us with The Force, George, but you lost most of us again with the dang mitichlorians. (* PSB = Pseudo-Scientific Bullshit, of the sort frequently used in the original "Star Trek" TV series. Just reverse the polarity - works every time.) ...scratched in the box at 10:40 a.m. on Friday, March 5, 2004 GryphonCat... Funny, I tested out either 6 or 16 years old...and the only difference was whether my transportation was via pterodactyl or car.... ...Guess the pterodactyl needs an oil change and a tune-up. And I am pencil shavings too. Hmm. Maybe if I start sweeping regularly? Maybe we'll all win the lottery...shyeah...! Hmm again...maybe it's time to take a road trip, to San Francisco or Portland or some lil' town in New York or...! If it happens, you'll hear about it here. --G'Cat... ...scratched in the box at 09:07 a.m. on Thursday, March 4, 2004 Rissicat She dreams in color, she dreams in red. Heh. Like I dream at all lately (or at least remember it); G-cat tells me that's a symptom of sleep deprivation. So, I wandered through the quizzes this weekend and today (while testing some database fixes).... I am apparently: ...scratched in the box at 03:42 p.m. on Monday, March 1, 2004 Rissicat I think I'm majoring in "Boring" One of the first things that you learn in economics that that all resources are limited, and therefore everything that you do has an "opportunity cost" - you must give up give up something to get something. (TANSTAALF!) To elaborate, if you want to go see a movie, you give up money and time, etc. (Why I love economics so much is beyond me, but I do....) Therefore, if I want to be successful at both work and at school I must give up.... As I said to a friend in the elevator... It's only one more year. My sanity is still on the line.... Twig - you are ever so on the target. How sad that all that money was spent to focus on pain and suffering, instead of the message love and tolerance that was the primary reason driving the passion play, in the first place. Sadder yet that by focusing on the injustice and misery instead of willing sacrifice, such movies/topics do nothing more than create justification for spawning more hate in this world. As if we need that. Saddest yet, the news this morning that someone died of a heart attack while viewing the film. Their last time on this earth could have been better spent. One last thing... Catt! I really, really love your new layout. You are such an artist. ...scratched in the box at 11:28 a.m. on Thursday, February 26, 2004 GryphonCat: Just got off the tooth thing in time for the *real* crisis. My mouth is better (so far!), so the problem drifts south...to the sewer line. The huge maple that squats threateningly in the front of our yard, "Treezilla", has dealt our sewer line the final blow. Our old house (built in 1930 or thereabouts) has the original terra-cotta pipeline, and the tree's roots have rudely pushed the pipe sections apart to the point that an auger can't get through. So now the line is full of...well, you know...and it can't get through. So tomorrow, bright and early, a backhoe will start digging up our yard. (Our neighbor's three-year-old boy is gonna be fascinated!) By Monday we will have all new pipes. And then I am going to have SO MUCH LAUNDRY to do!!! But in the meantime, it's excavation city here at the Mews. Come visit us. We'll break out the popcorn, and if the backhoe gets too boring to watch, we've got plenty of anime! ...scratched in the box at 04:33 p.m. on Friday, February 20, 2004 Rissicat Drabble because Twig's challenge made my brain spung. No other reason. 231. Her gaze rests on his back like an itch between his shoulders-blades. The aura of her power is as real and tactile as her scent, filling his head until it throbs with his pounding heartbeat, pushing at him, driving him crazy. He knows she’s still lounging on her throne, but it’s like she stands directly behind him, touching him without hands. A soft hum from her elegant throat invades their silence. Inside his head he can see those crimson lips curve in thin amusement, already writing him off as the merest of annoyances, ready to cast him aside as unworthy. It’s the one thing he cannot bear, to be ignored as if he has no value. He spins as they taught him in SEED, hips dropping low to maintain his balance, and he dashes for her low and fast, his blade arcing to one side and his trenchcoat flaring out behind him. She has stood to meet his challenge, arms outspread slightly. Waves of mocking heat batter him as he races across the room, enraging him, thrilling him. As Seifer closes the distance his weapon tumbles from cold fingers, forgotten as he fists his hands into her styled hair. To wipe that crimson smile from her face he crushes it beneath his mouth, devouring her. All he needs to do is drive her to submission, and her power will be his. ...scratched in the box at 06:59 p.m. on Monday, February 16, 2004 Rissicat *peep* Still here, still alive, still fiesty. Just a fast recap: The new job responsibilities are keeping me hopping. I mean really hopping, like no lunches, few breaks, and a lot of high expectations. I've been leading the project for a National inventory (a good thing) where our vision of what should be accomplished here differs from that of the corporate "lead dog". No such a good thing. As a result, we have analyzed and re-analyzed the same pool of information waaaaaaayyyy tooo many times. Argh. As of Friday, we could see the light at the end of the tunnel, which would be the best thing of all. I am back at school, on a fairly reading-intensive track this time. Business Law, Macroeconomics and Research statistics. Needless to say my reading is a tad dry and copious. My Law text alone is a weight training program in itself. On the home front, the G-cat has been bravely trying to save a tooth where her last fillings were put in a few weeks ago. The work disturbed that area so badly that the molar begin to ache and then really hurt. We've tried to ease off any undue irritation to her chompers - even going so far as to pur her on a mostly liquid diet for the last week. To no avail, Friday they opend up the tooth and found the nerve was on it's way out the door, no longer getting sufficient blood supply to keep the tooth alive, so the root canal was done. Well, we did our best, didn't we 'Cat? Ah well... must get onto the school network and pick up my homework problems. Ja. ...scratched in the box at 07:59 p.m. on Sunday, February 15, 2004 Changeling: ...not dead yet! Just so folks know, we really haven't died over here (as those of you who've caught any of us on IM know). It's just been a case of Real Life Getting Busy [TM]. Rissi has started classes again, G-Cat has been having unpleasant tooth pain for several weeks now, and we've all spent far, far too much time shoveling out from under various snow storms. Blee. ...scratched in the box at 02:08 p.m. on Monday, February 9, 2004 Changeling: Circus Peanuts I do NOT eat them "compulsively", Rissi -- I eat them with a great and demented immature glee, but that's completely different! (Honest.) ...scratched in the box at 03:16 p.m. on Friday, January 23, 2004 Rissicat Gomen nasai in advance This amused me all out of proportion to reality. So I had to share. Twig, please do not let your brain turn into Circus Peanuts.... Changeling eats them compulsively, and you have much too nice a brain to be lost to mindless snacking. Luny, I like your new layout, and hope to catch up with you sometime soon. I am very, very happy because my wonderful Mews roomies put together the computer station for my schoolwork, and then followed up that act by building me a computer out of their spare parts. It's for my class-work - to give me a private place to study, and a PC to do my papers on whil I'm at home. (I have been writing them up long-hand and typing it up during my lunches, typically.) **Hugs** to both of you... you are both wonderful. ...scratched in the box at 10:56 a.m. on Monday, January 19, 2004 Rissicat Why do little blue men pelt me with fish? Or, at least that's what it feels like.... I am now an hour overtime (an hour and a half if you count the fact that I only had half my lunch), and I'm waiting on one bloody office that cannot manage to follow directions. My theory was that we should just let them go hang, but my boss (and his boss) think we need to bail them out. Grrrrrrr ...scratched in the box at 06:04 p.m. on Thursday, January 15, 2004 Rissicat Nice weekend, and a pretty clean house, to boot! As roommate Changeling mentioned, we had a great time visiting with the wonderful Twig last weekend who was both everything and nothing like I expected. Truly wierd and fun - we have the same rants, but from different perspectives. Want to adopt her for the artist's colony I'll start the day I hit the lottery. Want her to move closer, so I have someone to go to movies with! *pout* Starting last Monday, my job is officially with the National group, as opposed to local. The powers that be (i.e., "asses") that manage the Area decided that since I was not local, I was not allowed to have access to normal technical support area, and that the local techs were not even allowed to ask me questions. Dorks. That should make for a real smooth transition. Yessiree. However, the new group I'm in is doing well, getting up to speed fast. Causing trouble.... Gonna cause more before I'm done, if I have my way. I'd really like to bring a little "common sense" back to this department, if it's possible. I will not do it however, at the expense of the people who provide the money for the house I live in. Speaking of jobs, I'm keeping my fingers crossed for G-cat who is back on the job-hunting trail. She's seen a couple of jobs that look good... (you go!) Classes start in a couple more weeks, so you have my sympathy Thorne, I've been much nicer without the stress, though the roomies are too polite to say so. Often. My co-Mews now have a yen to meet Ms. Catt.... (poor Catt - I'll give you warning if we're about to do something crazy. I promise!) ...scratched in the box at 04:09 p.m. on Wednesday, January 14, 2004 Rissicat In a world where what we want is only what we want until it's ours. How very odd my work is.... Early last month (during finals, no less!) I was informed that my position in this office was being transitioned to the local techs. Never fear though, I had the dubious honor of being told that no, I would NOT need to grab the Want-Ads out of that Sunday's paper, because I was one of four supervisors being transitioned to a "National" position. I just had to interview for the job, so they could determine where I could best be utilized. Urk. That's just a fancy way of saying, "Hey. Everything you used to do (really well) will go to someone else, and we're putting you in a new organization (that we have not yet determined) to do a new job (that we have not yet determined), in an organization (that we have mostly determined), with mushy ambiguous duties (that we have mostly not determined)." Go, us. That was National's communication. From my "former" teammates and bosses: "Hey, you're going to National. Why should we invite you into any of the meetings to discuss how we will transfer your former duties to us?" Argh. Or better yet: "Hey, who do I go to with questions and problems?" (Wow, I might have some better ideas for you, if anyone had bothered to talk to me....) On the postive side, the kidnapping (temporary, really!) of Twig procedes as scheduled. Still need to do a bit of shopping and some last minute cleaning.... And, of course, all this job-change means that I may have to work for some of her visit. (Dammit, dammit, dammit!) But I'm taking that all in my usual stride. *crash* The office didn't need that plate-glass window.... really. ...scratched in the box at 04:44 p.m. on Monday, January 5, 2004 Gryphoncat: So I just picked up my email -- something like three weeks of it. Christmas was REALLY stressful (cool, but stressful), and it seems my current reaction to stress is to not go online for awhile. Stupid stupid stupid. And there was all this junk email to weed out. One made me pause...it just said "BRENDAN 6969".... ...But I zorched it anyway, so I guess I'll never know what that was about...unless I ask Twig. Heh heh heh. I am counting the days until we fly you in, Twig, and as I count I add: "OH MY GOD I GOTTA CLEAN THIS PLACE UP! AAAAUGH!" ...'nuff said.... ...scratched in the box at 04:16 p.m. on Monday, December 29, 2003 Changeling: First Up Against the Wall... We got more winter precipitation dumped on us over the weekend, and while clearing the driveway, I guess G-Cat and I got a little slap-happy. She was heaving shovels full of snow up against the garage wall between the doors, just to get it out of the way. I suggested it looked like a snowman. And things just sort of devolved from there. I can't recall the exact progression of oddness right now, but somehow we mutated from having a generic "snowman" to creating a snow-Palmer. That's *mostly* my fault. His wardrobe, however, I blame firmly on Sephiroth - at least, on Twig's version from "A Long Hard Road". (If you've read the story, you probably know enough to be afraid by now. If you haven't - [and why not?! yeesh, go read it, already, you're missing good stuff!] - you should be warned the following image may traumatize you for life.) ...and now I will run away giggling madly while you all whimper in pain. Eeeeeheeheeheehee! ...scratched in the box at 04:17 p.m. on Tuesday, December 16, 2003 Rissicat Never judge a book by its cover; or who you're going to love by the lover. It's over, it's over, it's over!! And I did the "happy dance" in front of Sandy, which surprised her utterly. Hell, I think the fact that I showed up in the office at 6:30 surprised her....! But I took today off from work to finish up my Ecofeminism paper (because I really, really wanted to do it right, dammit), and only remembered on the way back from school that I had not submitted my electronic timesheet. And it's due by 10pm. Doh! I'm taking this January off, and will start cleaning the house like a fiend, so Twig doesn't think that we're total slobs - which we, of course, are. But for now, I'm gonna head home, grab some chow, and try and catch up with blogs that I've completely neglected to read for the last two weeks of class. ...scratched in the box at 07:29 p.m. on Friday, December 12, 2003 GryphonCat: Actually, what this means is that we have entered the three official "Hell Weeks" for anyone working in the US Postal Service. Supposedly, it means that we work massive overtime in order to mail all those Christmas cards and packages. It's certainly an adequate excuse for the schedulers to treat the part-time workers like the little slaves it seems they wish we were. Fr'instance, Changeling works two jobs, but because her other job is part-time, too, they told her that coming to this job was more important and that they would not work around the other schedule. After, all, it's Christmas; we're all going to be soooo busy.... Funny, my pay location got thrown out of work over an hour early today.... Oy. So in better news, I have COMPUTER. A real, working computer. Okay, okay, it's a clone with an AMD Athlon 2200, 64MB video card with TV in, only 20GB HDD and just a 52x CD-ROM, but I'm adding to it by the day...cannibalizing all the good parts from the two old machines... And the modem gets online at a reasonable speed. So Woo! And Woo-hoo! Now I have no excuse not to be social...except for the three weeks of hell... eh heh heh... ...scratched in the box at 10:41 p.m. on Wednesday, December 10, 2003 |
