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Monday, February 28th, 2011
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9:05 pm
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My additions to my brother's netflix queue are full of awesome: documentary, documentary, documentary, chick flick, documentary, horror flick, documentary, DC animation, documentary, chick flick.
Actually, there are a great many more documentaries that I've added on in recent days than anything else. One day I will watch them all! I find them a great deal more horrifying than any horror movies I've seen of late.
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| Friday, December 10th, 2010
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10:54 am
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It's snowing...I HOPE IT STICKS HELL YES.
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| Sunday, November 14th, 2010
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11:39 am
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This is probably one of the most beautiful things I have seen in a while:
Link here, since I've never tried embedding media:
http://vimeo.com/16369165
And the blog I found it from is Bad Astronomy, which is awesome.
I strongly recommend that you load it in HD and watch it full screen. I originally was watching original size, and I very quickly stopped paying attention to my other windows and full screened it in HD because, wow.
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| Monday, October 18th, 2010
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3:09 pm - I hate phones.
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Dear Joe Flair:
I don't really understand why you gave out a false number to at least three (FOUR) institutions, but I'm sure you had your reasons. I'm sure they felt like they were very valid reasons, too. But please, Joe Flair, when giving out a number that is not your own, make sure it doesn't belong to anyone else first. Don't you understand, Joe Flair, that you are supposed to memorize the number of a fast food restaurant and give that one out instead? Not my home number, Joe Flair, because I have just received three phone calls(no, wait, FOUR, as I was WRITING THIS POST) in the past half hour. All of these people are looking for you, and it is most aggravating. I am sorry for your troubles, Joe Flair, but DON'T GIVE OUT MY NUMBER.
This is especially aggravating since this is the third person to give out my home phone number as his or her own.
ETA: six, SIX, calls now.
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| Wednesday, August 25th, 2010
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8:15 pm
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You guys, it's been a little over a month since the vet told us that Indy probably wouldn't last another month!
Things Indy has done today to prove his health:
Eaten (kibble food, too!)
Played with Xander
Used the litter box properly
Drank water out of the water bowl instead of demanding that he use my bathroom sink
I mean, there were also two hairballs, but that is normal cat like stuff and not chronic renal failure the end is nigh* stuff.
*There are apparently two ways that Indy is likely to die from chronic renal failure: vomiting, diarrhea and seizures, or coma. Frankly, I'm hoping for a coma since omg, for the first one not only do I have to watch my cat suffer and me not be able to do anything until I can get him into a vet to have him put down, but then after I have had him put down I have to come home and clean up after him. Depressing much? Coma, well, less likely to be horribly messy and nightmare worthy.
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| Monday, May 24th, 2010
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12:27 pm - The Saga of a Brown Recluse!
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So I go into the bathroom, and as I'm washing my hands, a spider who looks like this pops out from behind the toothpaste:
http://www.britannica.com/EBchecked/topic/81727/brown-recluse/81727main/Article#toc=toc9016706
I look at him very carefully, going "huh". Because he was larger than my normal spider I find crawling around this house. And he looked to be making his home among the toothpaste and toothbrushes.
So I go online to look up what kind of spider he is, because usually I just leave spiders alone, but I really don't feel like getting bit by something mildly venomous. At this point, I don't even think it's anything dangerous because the vast majority of spiders are not venomous to man. Still, it's a large-ish spider (including legs, roughly the size of a quarter), and it looks like getting bit by it would hurt. Despite living in Virginia for the past 10 or so years, I have no idea what a brown recluse looks like.
As it happens, they look a lot like the one in my bathroom. The same one who had earlier this week been crawling along my ceiling. Or at least, I hope it was the same one.
Now, some part of my brain is utterly incapable of actually crushing a spider. This comes from years and years of national geographic and discovery channel specials on spiders, which I watch, all the time, because I am terrified of spiders, and knowing about something makes it easier to conquer fear. So I never kill spiders. I catch them in a jar and relocate them. So my brain is gibbering about this super venomous and potentially deadly spider who is just hanging around toothpaste and toothbrushes, and on top of some of my art brushes. And is gibbering about how am I going to catch it so I can release it out of the house. And gibbering about how close my hands will come to the spider.
This is too much for me. I go get my dad, and inform him that there is a brown recluse spider in my bathroom, and that I am utterly incapable of dealing with it. There may have been the beginning of tears*.
Like any normal, sane person, he brings along a shoe, and crushes it. I am not entirely sure he believed me when I informed him it was a brown recluse, given that Virginia is not actually part of their natural range. But he is also a big proponent of catch and release, and he didn't even suggest that.
Given that it was the spider who had been waltzing across my bedroom ceiling, I did not sleep in my bed last night. My skin prickled when I tried, and I gave up after some mild hyperventilating. Because what if it wasn't the same spider who had been waltzing in my bedroom, oh good god, are there more lurking around my bookshelf?
*I swear I am an adult woman who is capable of many things, including dealing with insects (but not, apparently, arachnids). I don't even flinch when a house centipede runs across my pillow as I read in bed. And house centipedes by general internet consensus are scary motherfuckers. But then, house centipedes are harmless to humans and cats, and aren't spiders. Spiders are freaking scary. I am working on this fear, but every now and again I get set back.
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12:40 am - Will explain later. When less freaked out.
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I can't sleep, the brown recluse will get me.
current mood: paranoid
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| Monday, May 17th, 2010
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11:40 am - Guess what?!
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I made my computer worse than before!
Now, now, the USB ports don't work.
*facepalm*
Basically Photoshop and Corel Painter stopped working (I couldn't even get Corel Painter open, Photoshop just shut down every time I tried to open up an existing file. Or a new file. Or did anything.). So I gave up on trying to fix them, because according to the internets it was malware that prevented me from opening stuff. Malware that was undetectable by Spybot, Malwarebytes, and Window's Malicious software detector. And it wasn't like it prevented me from opening or using any other program. No, just my drawing programs. So I wiped my computer over with zeros, multiple times, then I reinstalled windows. And all my drivers. But now? My usb ports don't work. All of them.
I hate this machine sometimes. Lots of times. All the times.
EDIT: Mwahaha, fixed the usb ports that weren't functioning! Device Manager, uninstall, reinstall, cursing, reusing the driver disk that came with the computer, more uninstalling and reinstalling, hours gone to arguing with this damned computer, BUT THEY WORK. My wireless card is still malfunctioning, but it hasn't worked in over a year no matter what I've done, so c'est la vie.
current mood: frustrated
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| Wednesday, March 3rd, 2010
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9:35 pm - Do you know what I don't like?
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Car accidents. Seriously.
I have been laying flat on my face or flat on my back all day yesterday, because movement allowed for terrible terrible pain to happen. But today I have muscle relaxants and confirmation it is nothing more serious than a mild back sprain which should go away in a week! So it is better. Also, I have back stretching exercises I am supposed to do, which hurt in a good way. So there's that to make me better as well.
Also: dickheads who drive without insurance and don't call you back when you call them up to ask for insurance information. Yeah, should have called the police on him, but didn't think of it at the time. May still file a police report though, if my mom hasn't already. I may do that just out of spite. Out of painful angry spite.
But hey, the doctor's visit was relatively cheap, as were the drugs. I got confirmation that it was not a serious back injury that required x-rays or physical therapy beyond what I could do at home, and I got to ask about carpal tunnel reducing exercises that I found on the web that are valid and good.
current mood: tired
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| Tuesday, January 5th, 2010
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11:07 am - To counter Kit's article :-D
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This. So much this:
" Even in someone else’s society the American is the chosen one. He’s going to come in, lead your army, fuck your princesses, and just generally save the day for you. Got it? This is how we do it."
From this article:
http://thisrecording.com/today/2009/12/23/in-which-we-teach-james-cameron-a-thing-or-two.html
Now, that being said, I really really liked Avatar. I had fun and it was a beautiful film even if the writing was not all that it should have been. Hey, neither was the writing for the original Star Wars, and I still watch those all the time. But yeah, that review pretty much sums up my mixed feelings about Avatar.
That and: how the Hell did the Na'vi evolve on Pandora? They were the only four limbed mammals on that planet aside from the humans. Explain to me how this works!
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