...this still-dark-after-7 am bullshit can reverse itself ANY TIME NOW.
( comic! )(comicgenesis link to the same strip here)Mmmm...nutter butter. Yes, I made some bizarre segue into cakes being flung at The Puppy because she's four today, and got the pettin's from all but one of her neighbor buddies, and we've been pouncing on her and making her more nervous than usual. ( You know you want to see her )No video of El Chupacabra resisting ear cleanings, because I've not got that many hands, and I'd have even less if I mucked about with a camera as she was flashing the fangs at me. I WUV THOSE FANGS! *ahem*
...and not because of this video, though it would be a reasonable cause. Keep watching. No, really. Keep watching. All the way to the end. Really. And feel free to blame ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) happydog, without whom I would have remained ignorant, and so would you.
...but still, it made my morning:
Slept really, really late this morning. Think I mighta been sleep-deprived, or something. Today is about writing, reading, errands, and kung fu. Tonight I'm going to HS & BB's party in Olympia. POSSIBLY with Mr. Darcy, though he hasn't decided yet. (He will at least be sending a contribution to the festivities, however.) I gave him "Arkteia" to read earlier this week, and in the car on the way to the play last night he gave me his feedback. Dude. I should have Mr. Darcy read everything I write. Because here's the thing: he doesn't really read all that much (he's dyslexic, so it's kind of a chore; he has to really like whatever it is to take the time over it), but he has a mind for structure. He immediately found the one thing that, I think, is causing all of the problems that various readers (including the SH editors) have found with the story. If I can fix that, it'll be awesome. Tomorrow I have some shopping to do, but by and large my schedule is gloriously, wonderfully free. I plan to celebrate by torturing myself on the elliptical trainer and reading a lot. Special bulletin for Bay Area friends: I'm coming to San Francisco on December 21st (and will probably be spending that evening with my brother and sister-in-law because I haven't seen them in FOREVER) and leaving for Seattle on the afternoon of the 27th. The 23rd through the 25th I'll be somewhere in wine country with my family. (Oh, life is hard!) Beyond that I have no plans as yet and would be up for food and/or drinkies with as many of you as I can fit into a couple of days. Howzabout it? Now I get to work.
Mr. Darcy and I just got back from Seattle Shakespeare's Twelfth Night. It was made of awesome, complete with musical numbers, flamenco, and wassail (urp). Recommended! Now, we go to bed, for we are zonked.
( comic! )(comicgenesis link to the same strip here)Earworms, heckling with swing music. Annoying or adorable? I can't tell. No one has ever poured anything on me for my running soundtrack, but then I don't really share the music in my head much. I tried once, but everything goes blank. That's annoying. Did you know spiders have to eat all that webbing before they--okay, maybe you're eating right now, I'll leave it to your imagination.
Krampus is totally getting a callout on The Colbert Report!
So... I'm sitting here with a chicken pot pie that I just microwaved when I realized that the only situation in which I would actually want to eat a pot pie would be if I'm at a cabin in the middle of nowhere and it is my only remaining source of sustenance. I've been unemployed for a week, though I suppose I actually was paid through yesterday with my remaining vacation time. I've scribbled all my qualifications on a sheet of paper which will someday turn into a resume. I've been told bulletpoints is the way to go. They always make you fill out an application form anyway, so I personally think the purpose of my resume is a depiction of my awesomeness. Seriously, the last couple times I went through an interview process for a job, the interviewers pointed out some element of the resume that they liked. And then they hired me. My last resume mentioned a short term goal of purchasing a 10" dobsonian telescope. I never did get one. Anyone (still out there?) watch Dollhouse? I made myself watch it, but there is a continuing Firefly cancellation lament. Dollhouse was canceled too, but it managed two seasons first. I wanted to like it, but it seems I like every character but the two main ones. Eliza Dushku is not that versatile of an actress and every time I see Tahmoh Penikett, I want to punch him in the face because I hated Helo that badly. Even though Helo is from another tv show altogether. So I will be heading out today to purchase decent clothes. Wearing scrubs for three and a half years, and I have seemed to grown out by two sizes. None of my nice normal clothes fit. Maybe I shouldn't work anywhere where I have to wear scrubs...
This sucks.
So I had a massive case of the I-don't-wannas after work today and almost didn't go to kung fu. Pat whupped my ass last week (and I still have that bruise on my upper arm to show for it) and I was feeling tired. But I went anyway, because dammit, I haven't been regularly since before my first tattoo session back in August, and I KNEW I'd feel better after some drills. And now I'm extra glad I went, because I heard something from Jesse this evening that rarely comes out of his mouth: "That's good."
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