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!
Went to see Iron Man at the Van East Cinema. I really enjoyed it – so did Keith – but Paul and Jeff bemoaned the lack of character development.
Broke Jeff’s vacuum cleaner the first time I used it. Now I’m sorry I gave mine away – there was less to break on it.
I saw the link on Boingboing.net and I’m sharing it because it’s like a Warner Bros cartoon come to life.
I’m only cross posting this to amuse my dad and die in the subsequent flame war. WARNING: IF YOU ARE FEMALE you won’t find this one bit amusing. Thought provoking and outrageous, but not amusing.
The sky is pink, peach and lilac right now; a song sparrow is providing aural punctuation. I like this kitchen table. Oh, look; cat puke. I can’ t really complain, it’s outside on the deck.
Yesterday was a really good day for getting things done. I found my tax stuff, or at least most of it; I replaced my bank card, got new guitar strings, unpacked some boxes, did a small shop, made chocolate banana muffins, removed four pounds of fur (at least) from Eddie, who is visibly more svelte after his many grooming sessions, cleaned the bathroom fixtures, made club sandwiches for lunch (they were REALLY good), hung the Serenity and labyrinth quilts mOm made for me (as well as the heron plaque) and started clearing leftovers out of the fridge, & made an appointment to get my next set of hep shots (and then I’ll be a hepcat, w00t). Yeah, it’s all little stuff but it felt SO good to get some stuff off the list instead of onto it.
Jeff’s day was similarly productive, and included chaining down the barbecue, supervising the repairman who came to look at the stove, and putting up pegs at the back door, which will keep my coat from being draped over any chair I get close to.
Then, some BSGs3 and DeadwoodS3 – For the Deadwood episodes, this is my third time through the series and I’m STILL getting stuff I didn’t see the first & second time through. It’s a damned dense series. I am also seeing nuances in the acting I didn’t get the first time. Titus Welliver is CUTE. Sorry. I just think he is.
Later, Iron Man. And maybe Mike will drop by after work. And I definitely need to make some phone calls. My girlfriends will be thinking I’ve forgotten all about them if I don’t touch base with them soon.
Jericho starts next week – Tuesday night. I have to start practicing today as well and change guitar strings.
The fourth building block of circuitry built and tested.
Chipper sent that link.
Defining atheism – harder than it sounds.
Stuffed bats. And other plush toys. From one of my LJ buddies.
Sleepy bear. Sorry about the commercial first. And the Nepalese demonstrators getting truncheoned afterwards.
How mad was this guy? Mad enough to buy his adversary’s company’s name as a domain name and post a lot of really angry, and quite justified, comments. For anyone who’s ever been screwed in a used car transaction……
I have conquered an ongoing, crazy-making, recurring low grade bacterial issue with a simple household substance. Given that it’s been bugging me for 18 months and I got rid of it in 48 hours, I am REALLY HAPPY. No, I’m not going to provide details, but believe me, you would be happy too.
Daughter Katie made a date with me to see the next Narnia film when it comes out.
Paul and Keith here last night. Paul dropped off Ginger Chicken (which is funny, because I was talking about it at the lunch table yesterday) and we all watched The Name of The Rose which we quite enjoyed. They went home after the movie around ten.
Raining buckets…. Eddie woke me up at 5 yowling on the back deck.
My back really hurts. I want to go walking someplace today, but see previous paragraph re rain.
Today I have to go get a new bank card, and do some other boring bank stuff, put away laundry, try to find my tax stuff, shove some things into boxes for the storage locker, restring my guitar, itsy bitsy oddsy sodsy stuff.
I came home last night and Jeff and Keith were playing a split screen cooperative shooter. Keith’s classic line “I suck at grenades” will ring in my memory for a while.
BBQ salmon, tater tots and corn last night. The muffins are almost gone so I guess I’ll be making some more tonight. I’ve been asked to go drinking with the folks tonight but I think coming home and collapsing has a certain amount of appeal as well. After making dinner of course.
Iron Man opened – we’re planning on going on Sunday. Rawr!!!
Oh, who could predict THIS?
Website names just get better and better. This one is making money off the meltdown! Fwd from Chipper.
I’m not calling this news; more like confirmation of my suspicions.
As usual, I’m running late. Fed the boys pierogies, veg and salad – and I am not going to do that again anytime soon, because between the sour cream and frying the pierogies in bacon fat I had heartburn last night like a widdy firestorm in my tummy. Urp. Luddite brought chocolate, as usual…. Yum. Oh, and also another bike chain for the deck. He had a dreffle shiner from where a bike wheel jumped off a rack and hit him in the face. With any other guy I know, I would have said a jocular “What’d the other guy look like?” but I knew it was an accident with the Luddite. I cannot imagine him resorting to fisticuffs unless it was that or death. He could have been up at four to greet the dawn with the Morris Men – a fine pagan tradition – but for some reason decided not to.
Here’s a link to a molto cool pic of him from Alex Grey’s website.
The two storey high inflatable pig, well beloved of those who go to Roger Waters concerts, has been reported stolen. Update: It has been found….
Have they looked in my mother’s back yard? She does collect pigs…..
Patricia fed me and Jeff last night. We had a really good time and at the end of the evening I said there was no fracking way I was transiting home. It’s only a 20 dollar cab ride back from her place, which I file under ‘good to know’. The Luddite is by this evening.
My god, we were talking about Vegemite last night! Now it’s in the news.
Patricia mocked me for my tarot reading ways – justifiably so. Now I can’t tell if the long journey over water her last cards foretold is about an exotic vacation or just a nod to how we always go into the third floor can to gossip. Oh, if only I could interpret it! Oh, and looky here! More animated floor mop action!
