2008-07-02

derien: It's a cup of tea and a white mouse.  The mouse is offering to buy Arthur's brain and replace it with a simple computer. (Default)
2008-07-02 09:13 am
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Home, sick. :P

So, through [livejournal.com profile] daegaer's post I found myself on this page where some guy is cooking through the alphabet and is now on snail porridge and he says Being as comfortably middle-class as I am, and thus filled with impotent rage about the state of the world accompanied by equal feelings of guilt that I don't do anything about it...

I stopped right there and began to wonder, is this what being middle class is about? Impotent rage and guilt? I carefully examined my soul for the guilt, and realized it's pretty much all the impotent rage for me. I'm not guilty about not doing anything about it, I'm angry because I have no prayer in hell of doing anything about the state of the world. I must not be middle class.

Of course I thought "I'll get all kinds of things done, being home today," but what do I REALLY do? Stalk [livejournal.com profile] triedenture's LJ for at least 25 posts and fall madly in love with her webcomic. And watched this video which she linked to on YouTube, Flight of the Conchords - Business Time. Great stuff, very funny. :) When I can (some time when I'm not listening for the doorbell for a terribly important package) I'll have to watch more of them.
derien: It's a cup of tea and a white mouse.  The mouse is offering to buy Arthur's brain and replace it with a simple computer. (Default)
2008-07-02 01:03 pm
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trying to find answers to life's questions

Okay, I've embarked upon my quests of making phone calls. See, this is what sick days can be really useful for - obviously, I'm not going anywhere, so I can be on hand to get the phone. (It is a beautiful day outside, though. *sigh* A high haze, so great for getting burned, but it doesn't seem overly hot, from what I can tell.)

blah blah lots of phone-tag with trying to track down answers to questions re my neck and shoulder pain. )

Maybe I need to sublimate my overthinking with a little mindless exercise. I'll be in the other room pumping iron if anyone needs me. Next to the phone.

Hey, those of you who are reading this who are people I work with - I'm trying to not talk about this potential breast reduction at work, so help me not talk about it, okay? No particular reason, I just relish seeing people's reactions afterward if I do it. ;D I talked with La Professeur* about it )

ETA )
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* She used to teach microbiology, before working with us.
derien: It's a cup of tea and a white mouse.  The mouse is offering to buy Arthur's brain and replace it with a simple computer. (Default)
2008-07-02 03:14 pm

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In [livejournal.com profile] almost_canon there's rather long entry about "On The Road", and you don't need to read that (unless you want details about all the slashy bits of the book), but the interesting thing to me is that they're apparently soon going to release the original draft where all the people's real names are revealed and there is an actual gay sex scene. *chortles* I might be willing to read this edition. :)
derien: It's a cup of tea and a white mouse.  The mouse is offering to buy Arthur's brain and replace it with a simple computer. (Default)
2008-07-02 03:43 pm
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the book a week challenge...I'm a book behind. I think?

It's week number 27, but I think I just finished book #26

26) "Jane and the Wandering Eye" - I think Stephanie Barron has hit her stride in this one, I really enjoyed it. Although everyone they meet seems eventually to get embroiled in the mystery, which seems a little bit overkill to me in some ways, but hey, it's like a Regency novel. :)

I did eventually finish "Daughter of the Forest." Let's see... she's not quite a Mary Sue, but I'd still give it a miss. The disconcerting thing was that I could have sworn that Teena, our friend who moved away like two years ago, had given it to me, but when I got to the end of the book there were notes on a blank page that were clearly my mother's. Possibly Teena borrowed it from me originally, and returned it saying she'd liked it.

And I don't think I read something else in between there. Hm.