Driving in Beaverton drives me insane. Apparently nobody thought a city planner was a good idea, because there’s little rhyme or reason to the layout of the streets. Thus, my trip there Sunday to retrieve my eldest at work and help her move stuff to her new apartment was only achieved by vague online directions and the excellent memory of my youngest, who’d been to her sister’s workplace a few times. Finding the freeway to get home was also a real treat. *rolls eyes*
When we got to Quizno’s, one of Angst’s coworkers stared agog at Anxiety, and blurted, “You’re 14? You look 20!” Of course, Anxiety thought that was hilarious, but I could tell she was pleased. Being 4 or 5 inches taller, and comparatively larger-framed, than her petite older sister does confuse people sometimes.
Angst’s new apartment is really nifty! She’s sharing a roomy 3-bedroom with Josh & Tessa, who both seem to be nice kids. Josh is a friendly young man with black & hot pink spiked hair, so it’s convenient that he works at Hot Topic. Tessa is a slender Asian girl who looks vaguely punk but also classically lovely. The apartment is sparsely furnished thus far, but the complex is quite new and nice-looking.
And now for something completely TMI…
Okay, that’s not really what happened on Battlestar Galactica. But it sounded like a good thing to say anyway. Don’t worry, I won’t blab any spoilers without warning.
I organized a new playlist on my iTunes, for musical inspiration during NaNoWriMo. Since my crappy novel (which has no actual title, just a working title of “Inconnu” — and mega points if anyone gets the literary reference, which nobody will because it’s too obscure, unless I made them read the books in question) is vaguely set in a somewhat medieval setting, I obviously didn’t want a bunch of metal or alt-rock music while I’m writing. (I couldn’t resist putting Tesla’s “Love Song” on the playlist, though.) Most of the stuff I have on there is very Celtic…Loreena McKennitt, Enya, generic Irish music. There’s also a bit of foreign-language contemporary stuff — basically Josh Groban, plus a handful of fairly mellow songs with lyrics in French (don’t ask).
Any other rather mellow music with English lyrics which doesn’t evoke strong emotions in me also made the cut — a few songs by VAST, some Sarah McLachlan, and a smattering of other stuff. The oddest one is Robert’s fault — I went ahead & added Save Me by Remy Zero. Currently there’s 4.6 hours’ worth of music that I think will work for “background music to write to”…and I can always take anything out that intrudes too much. I’ll be going through any CDs I can find around the house to hunt for more musical possibilities, and possibly try to download some more Celtic traditional stuff. Just no bagpipes — I’d like to retain as much sanity as possible, thanks.
And now for a complete change of topic — Battlestar! I’ve been watching each new episode like it was manna from heaven, and often watching them again since Comcast was kind enough to put them OnDemand. Before I saw tonight’s (Friday’s) episode, I had remarked to Karel that I hoped…(click on the TMI for spoilers)
And now for something completely TMI…
Robert (The World’s Best Ex) showed me this. Damn him — now I will be unable to see any of my cats doing something wacky & adorable without mentally captioning it, “I’m in UR [noun], [verbing] your [noun]!” Some of the pictures are hilarious even without the captions!
In a way, it’s so very Eben & Snootch. *giggles maniacally*
Maybe not sexy, exactly. But close. If my crock pot were a guy, I’d certainly consider taking him to bed. *grin* I should send Geoffrey’s mom a thank-you note for the crock pot every year for eternity.
This is the weird shit that my brain produces after being up all night with insomnia, after a migraine that was so nasty it took an Imitrex and 2 Percoset over the course of 6 hours before I stopped hating life intensely. (Damn that efficient liver of mine! All those drugs in my system and I didn’t even get a buzz.)
Anyway, back to the crock pot…since I was awake at 5 am (and had gotten most of the laundry done overnight), I figured I may as well make dinner. A couple pounds of pork roast cubed & seared, a bunch of assorted vegies & spices, some cooking wine and Worcestershire sauce, all thrown into the crock pot — and presto! All it needs is 10 hours to simmer, and later today a magnificent dinner will await. I’m going to make cornbread muffins, too!
All I need between now & then is a nap. A really long one…
Why is stuff cheaper from Australia?
When I ordered some Advantage flea medication for a cat a few months ago, the cheapest price I could find online was product shipped from Australia. Today, the Club auto theft-deterrent device (that we ordered a week ago, also the cheapest price we could find online) arrived, and it shipped from Australia.
You’d think that the 8,000-mile shipping would increase the price, but apparently not. Weird.
You find the most hilarious things when you hunt for new taglines.
Many people say “Fuck a duck,” but very few of us actually mean it.
I think I hurt myself laughing!
My beloved Geoffrey turns 32 today. Yay!!! (Younger men are so wonderful. *grin*)
We’re going to Kell’s for his birthday dinner, but his birthday cake was cut last night because we all wanted some cake. Lyse and Angst got Geoffrey the perfect cake:
And now for something completely TMI…
For the last couple weeks, I’ve spent a bit of time each day mining the Internet for taglines. While most sites have obnoxious amounts of duplicates, there’s definitely a plethora of goodies out there. I recommend Taglines Galore, Coolsig, and even Wikipedia. Obviously, searching Google for “taglines” will get you a few leads to hunt down, as well.
I’m really proud of myself for not giddily embracing every single Star Trek tagline out there. I’ve actually included very few of those in my taglines file! My favorite is:
Pocahontas of Borg: Can you assimilate all the colors of the wind?
Yes, yes it IS sick and wrong. Tee hee!
Normally I don’t appreciate comic strips, but I do read Two Lumps — because it’s about cats, and it’s freaking hilarious.
Especially this strip from yesterday. Ohmigawd, I laughed so hard it scared my cats.
I love wry, intelligent humor.
(Oh, and Happy Friday the 13th, everyone!)
My fabulous Number One Internet Fanboy got me a new “buttons” section! Most of the buttons there were ones that I found at Steal These Buttons, but I made a few (4, to be exact) myself at the Button Maker. (No doubt I will make more as times goes on…)
Karel also set up a status page for me, so that any curious Internet stalker can check on my Current Status with a single click.
Wow, this blog is really getting some nifty bells & whistles! *happy bounces*
