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Now I'm too awake. Today was the day when I thought I was cured! CURED! of the ook and it turned out I was only cured in comparison to yesterday when I felt like death on toast (and not particularly good toast, either).

Reading The King Must Die while I wait for the sequel to Farthing or The Persian Boy to come back to the library.  I owe fengi a huge thank-you for his recommendation of Farthing, and highly recommend it myself. It's moving, disturbing, well-written and even has a bit of hope.

Renault's story of Theseus is OK, but mostly it makes me wish I believed in those old Gods, how wonderful it would be if I could assuage my anxieties with a sacrifice, if I could ask for signs and find them in the circle of a bird ... well, truth be told, half the time I do believe in the old Gods and the other half of the time I merely hope that my luck continues to hold.  One thing I don't believe in is any kind of God who doesn't give you a sign, ever, and yet makes "faith despite a complete lack of proof" the whole of the matter.  That's just sadistic. Or con artistry.

Just painted fingernails pale pink; toenails dark plum.

We have one red tomato and a few dozen green ones... I guess the red one was first to flower.

I like morning. I'm thinking of moving my alarm to 5:30. Then I'll have time to have hot breakfasts.

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Here in Oz? Poll results:
Yes: 82%
No: 18%

Sure, there are plenty of flaws here in Aussie society, like anywhere. But at least, like the Czechs (who gave up on such things after accidentally triggering the Thirty Years War that devastated Europe), the religious bug seems to have been fended off in a wave of beer and wry smirks.

A good way to begin my morning.

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On the last Tuesday, I had Harold and Kumar Escape Guantanamo checked out from the rental place and thought, well, they loved the first one -- since they love anything with Kal Penn in it -- and we didn't have time to watch it and it was due back Wednesday so....

I have never seen a film that was made up of such non-stop raunch, swears, bodily fluids, full-frontal nudity and raunchy swears about full-frontal bodily fluids in my entire life. We didn't watch the unrated version either, we watched the one that was in the theaters. I'm sure I would have found it stupidly amusing had I seen it on my own; Neil Patrick Harris hallucinating NPH on a unicorn while trying to talk his way through a roadblock is funny, at least on paper.  BUT TO WATCH IT WITH MY IN-LAWS? Nooooo. None of it, not the bottomless party, the cockmeat sandwiches, the whore house, Kal Penn miming someone giving a blowjob, Kal Penn jerking off and getting the money shot on his own face, no, no, no, no, not with my in-laws. If it were possible to die from embarrassment, I would be dead, I assure you. I spent the entire film wincing, blushing and watching through my fingers.

So last week we found Ratatouille on demand and it almost evened out the horror, but not quite.  Tonight I'm thinking Enchanted will completely cleanse my embarrassment  palate. At least, I hope, there will be no cockmeat sandwiches. That's the bar, damn it, and I'm never going below it with my in-laws again: NO COCKMEAT SANDWICHES.

A mailing list that I've been a member of for almost 8 years has imploded, and I have to say that I did my fair share of helping it along b/c the fucking list owners had a fuckitude and decided to shit over half of the list membership with a series of new list rules that were fascistic, insulting, and arbitrary. A grand total of TWO of my LJ friends will have a clue about what I'm talking about. I quit the list last night with a grand goodbye. A fucktard sycophant on the list replied, "don't bother saying goodbye, just leave." Nice, asswipe. (This guy has bought a puppy from me (sorta), even.)

I have no work to do right now, so I am trying to make myself do something productive. So yesterday, I sent out 4 inquiry e-mails to drum up more freelance work. So far, one very kind and positive, "sorry no work for you" reply. I got rejected for a freelance opportunity I tried for last week, too. I wandered around the yard and used up 2 gallons of Roundup on poison ivy. Today, I meet with someone to talk about a more concerted effort to kill off as much ivy as possible. That will cost money too.

My dad is having surgery today to remove some more skin cancer from his nose. They're taking a graft of skin from behind his ear and will be pasting that on his nose. This is probably his.... 25th? such procedure on his face. He was going under full anesthesia. I'm sure he'll be fine.... be well, Dad, be well.

My feet hurt--I'm trying to avoid a full-blown plantar fasciitis flare up. But I'd like to be walking more right now. And I haven't weighed in 2 weeks, but I think I may have gained back a few of the pounds I have ooooh so slowly been taking off this summer. And because I am depressed, I don't want to go use the Wii fit to weigh in. Partly b/c you do the Wii Fit with bare feet and.... it makes my feet hurt. Nice cycle there, huh? <---grumpy and depressed about this

I emailed a guy off of Craigslist a couple of weeks ago. It was kind of a personals advert, but more a "hey, I'm just looking for people to do stuff with," type of thing. He replied, he's interesting enough, but not so much a romantic interest as another person to know locally with local friends and who runs his own business from home. He's been good for commiserating with about work (or lack thereof). He asked me out with a couple of friends of his last night--but I didn't have enough gas in the car to make the drive to the downtown mall. (Also, I had a couple of things planned in WoW, that I preferred not to cancel.) Also, MEETING PEOPLE??? the thought was horrible. Did I mention I was depressed right now?

So, this guy, he keeps talking about spanking. Now, for you not-vanilla people on my flist (if you've read this far), how the hell am I supposed to respond to someone who I don't really know, who is a half a possibility as a friend, and a <25% possibility as a hookup, who has never met me, who asks me, "What would you do if I turned you over my knee and spanked you?" Now, I have no problem with his desire to spank someone, and asking once, OK. I mean, my first response is, "Punch you in the face." I was nicer and laughed and said I'd probably put up a fight. Hah. But now he's brought it up 3 more times. Really dude, my reaction to someone hurting me is to fight--and I'm not a little girl. Do I just plain need to spell it out to him? On the D-S/S-M slider scale I'm more D/S than S/M, dude. And even then, I've never played in that kiddie pool. (Yet?) Still. Don't make me hit you, dude.

So. On my list for today:

Shower and shave legs
walk dogs 1st time
* Gather all the trash in the house and put it in the back of the truck to take it to the dump... next time I can afford to buy gas.
* Clean kitchen, empty dishwasher, reload dishwasher.
* Fix ice maker (why is this broken again? Another notch on the fuck you stick.)
* Stare at papers that I need to go through. Make definite commitment to them. I WILL. (garrgh)
* Meet Miguel at 4 about yard stuff
* Walk dogs 2nd time

OK. Rant off. I'm going to try to go do something useful now.

I have my husband's 6-year-old desktop. He has a newer 3-year-old desktop. And then he has two laptops.

Anyway... the laptops have always lived in their cases in his office unless he or all of us are traveling. But I rearranged the furniture last week and set up a small table/desk in the family room so that we can have one of the laptops set up semi-permanently. And for the last two rainy days, we've set up the other laptop on a low kitchen counter, and both kids have been sucked into role-playing computer games. It's noon, and they are both in their pajamas still. But it's a hurricane day, and the weather is nasty, so why not.

If we had a fireplace, it would be lit. I want to curl up in my bed -- except I stripped all the sheets off to wash them. And I just don't feel like making the bed. So I've been watching Price Is Right on our big-ass flat-panel HDTV-ready-but-not-coming-through-the-cable-yet TV.

But I guess I should make some lunch... Maybe hot dogs and mac & cheese.

So now the kids are home today. We've been playing computer games and catching up on recorded shows. Now I am seeking a better source of printer toner than the crazy price I just paid at Office Depot out of desperation.

Here's a deal from OfficeDepot.com -- they'll give you a box of paper if you buy the toner. That's a decent deal.

(BAH. Except that it's not for toner for my printer, but large more expensive printers.)

I do worry about stocking up on toner, when this printer is more than 6 years old. I mean it's doing fine, there's no foreseeable reason to replace it.... but, I don't think I'll be stocking up too much on toner.

Next project: grocery store. Later today, clearing off my old desk so we can demolish it and make room for the new one. Wheeeee.

I am dying to make up a big batch of whole wheat pancakes and stick most of them in the freezer. But we have about 5 boxes of Lego waffles right now -- got them on a great deal. I need the kids to eat those up first.

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