Settler words&music in S'ólh Téméxw, (leanpub.com/upsun) living where privilege meets precarity in MST country. she/her/they———– Novels: Midnite Moving Co., Upsun; Sweep Off Those Waves coming soon, Hair Sinister after that. —Restore All Indigenous Lands!
Obviously I’m referencing what’s going on with Katie. Donald elaborated, when I asked. “It’s originally, as most truly telling insights are, from a waitress at a diner. I got it from a guy who was commiserating with a waitress in a roadside place in the middle of nowhere, Nebraska: he was on the run from Scientology; she from Biff.”
Rebekah Brooks looks worse and worse and now she’s dragging hubby into it.
Nathan Fillion’s on set pic of Esposito with a pocket full of Good n Plenty.
The Millennium Falcon IS a piece of junk.
No surprise! G’ma rules!
Some people never get a vacation, so I guess I should be happy about that. Today I will make no predictions about what I’ll do.
Heard from Carrie and got her new address. She’s living on Haida Gwai the lucky woman. I’ve never even visited there.
Paul is a day late getting back from Ontario, where he was hiking with Tish and Terry. He said he had a marvellous time.
Keith was over and we Deadwooded for a while.
I asked Peggy the other day what else was going on in her life besides baby Greg and she laughed.
Here’s my latest facebook post (in the filker group):
While perusing a Latin English dictionary for another purpose, I discovered a word that would be perfect for a filkcon name: Concino. Means “to sing in chorus” “to play together” “to agree in saying” “to agree” “to sing together” “to celebrate” and “to prophesy”.
Then somebody asked me if I wanted to be conchair. My response:
Take me now, Cthulhu! I couldn’t organize a bash at a brewery.
In a classic example of “You can’t get there from here” the WordPress upgrade is incompatible with my Mac OSX and keeps telling me to upgrade firefox. By changing my settings to “fuck you” I can still post but gosh, wouldn’t my life be better if it had fewer pieces of software in it? Don’t all nod at once.
Buzz did not need a battery, he needed to be handled by Jeff, who touched him and returned him to noisiness.
I’m plugging away on the DREFFLE BOOK OF CHRISTIAN APOLOGETICS, which is weird, weepy and reverential poetry that one of my ancestral kin put together. It’s all handwritten; I either have to find it on line and copy paste, or type from scratch if the all knowing interwebs don’t find it. The end result is all of the poems in one big word file for mOm. She says that the file has weird lumps in it (I’ve sent progress reports) but I think that’s because I’ve got the Mac and cheese version of Word.
Later today more housework. Yesterday was the kitchen. Today various other hell holes.
Buzz is sad and needs a new battery. I went on line to find out how. His manufacturer sucks a big fat ropey mop; the website contains no useful information.
I’m trying to improve my mood, to little effect. The weather is gross.
Time for some coffee.
Phone system at work is verklimt. So happy to be gone tomorrow until next Tuesday.
Okay day at the Tentackle Alley. Soup was ghastly.
Wonderful evening hanging with Cindy.
Home to find a quarter century of descendent and mein broter; one SGA ep and then bed.
I would like to wish Keith a very happy birthday. I hope he spends this evening killing zombies with Jeff; I’m off to Cindy’s after work with all the gear I laboriously humped up to the fourth floor, only to find that our dreams of a practice room were a prank to the facilities manager. Sigh. Anyway, I will sing and play and ingest Cindy’s daughter’s chili.
However, I endeavour to persevere.
Work is better.
It is an extremely grey, overcast day, and yet it is so humid that it might as well be London ON the first week of August.
Miss Margot CROSSED THE STREET THIS MORNING. Right in front of us, as we were coming home from the Big 6. Grr.
I wanted to add a link, but it seems to be broken. So, whatever http://www.boingboing.net/2011/07/07/zombie-bikinis.html
Things are continuing to go very wrong at work. I need a very strenuous attitude adjustment, and I’m going to get one soon, I think.
I am really looking forward to my vacation time next week.
Jeff was feeling well enough later in the day yesterday that we went for a walk in Deer Lake Park, which was very pleasant, and then we went to my office because I wanted to show him that incredibly oddball building, and then we did a small shop, and he mowed the grass while I did the weed whipping. Today I hope he’ll help me with Ziva’s headlight.
Jeff’s feeling porely so I’m hanging around the house trying to tempt his flagging appetite with treats. Mike invited me to the beach but my knees can’t deal again yet. So we’re having a StarGate Atlantis fest instead. Later on we’ll go to Robert Burnaby park, where many outdoor shots were taken.
