A much-needed Monday morning amusement…
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As
“Who needs Buddy Jesus when you have Gangsta Jesus and his homeboy Judas?”
Amen.
Thank you to
As
“Who needs Buddy Jesus when you have Gangsta Jesus and his homeboy Judas?”
Amen.
Sunday (coda)
Going to the library was a nice change of pace. I read one of my TCP/IP books.
I drove to visit Perry and the kids for a bit. They were doing well. I had a good time hanging out with them.
I came home…
…and found myself in the midst of a big domestic jag. I cooked dinner, not only for tonight but also for a few nights this week. I did laundry. Not “I took it to the cleaners to be picked up later.” I did it. And I was also reminded why I’m never enthused about doing my laundry here: The dryer in which I placed my colored clothes did not dry them completely. I have clothes hanging up to finish drying. *sigh* Oh, well… at least they’re clean.
Stray Toasters
If you believe
Within your heart
You’ll know that no one can change
The path that you must go
Believe what you feel
And know you’re right because
The time will come around
When you’ll say it’s yoursBelieve that you can go home
Believe you can float on air
Then click your heels three times
If you believe
Then you’ll be there
That’s why I want you to
Believe in yourself
Right from the start
Believe in the magic
Right there in your heart
Go ahead believe all these things
Not because I told you to
But believe in yourself
If you believe in yourself
Just believe in yourself
As I believe in you
Shower. Beverage. Bed.
Maybe a quick jaunt to Paragon City… or read some more School Days.
Namaste.
I’ve been wanting to go to the downtown library for weeks (more like months!).
That’s where I’m heading.
*bamf*
Sunday – 11 February 2007
I’ve been up, for as yet undetermined reasons, since 8:45 this morning.
After reading a few chapters of School Days, I decided to surf YouTube. This is what I’ve come up with so far:
I’m not sure what up for doing today. I should probably put some energy into figuring that out.
*voop*
Saturday (coda)
Thank you to
Guitar Hero. Interesting. I tried – operative word being “tried” – to play YYZ, but it just made miss my guitar and bass. it was still fun, though.
I should probably just go to bed now.
Somehow, I don’t see that happening. Go figure.
Namaste.
Saturday – 10 February 2007
Today’s been pretty lazy. Which has been a good follow-up to a lazy evening.
Last night, post-Clitorati, I came home and played a little CoH. I joined a team and we went looking for trouble. We found it. Out biggest problem: We had a bad team leader. Our team leader – who was also our healer – kept acting like a petulant child. “She” (the character was female and the player seemed to be female, but it is the Internet, so who knows…) kept running into areas, getting attacked and then backing WAY out of the room and leading the bad guys to the rest of us. That’s not so bad, in and of itself. The problem came when she would run a good distance away from the action… and then want to constantly teleport us away from our fights to heal us. Most healers – most good healers, that is – stay on the edge of the battle, but within their healing radius to heal players. Not this one. When we complained about it, she would say things like “Fine! Don’t come running to me when you need me” or “If that’s the way you want to be, see if I care.” After the mission was over, I logged out. I wasn’t in the mood to babysit.
So, I sprawled out on the sofa with School Days, the latest Spenser that I’ve picked up. And I started reading…
…next thing I know, it’s 8 AM. I don’t even remember nodding off. Oh, well. I moved to the bed, where I remained for the next couple of hours.
I puttered about the apartment for a bit.Â
I joined her,
After the movie, I stopped at Dr. Volt’s. There were a few things in my box, but I decided to wait until next week to pick up my haul. I came home and watched the second half of the Pro Bowl. The AFC won (BARELY!) by a score of 31-28. And there were six (6) Ravens on the AFC squad, including Adalius Thomas, who recovered and ran back an NFC fumble for a 70-yard touchdown.
Now, I’m off to hang out at
Namaste.
Toy-filled Toaster-iffic-ness
Break’s over.  Back on your heads!
Friday – 09 February 2007
So far, it’s been a good morning.
Last night was a quiet night, spent at home watching CSI: and the beginning of Batman Begins. The closed out the Keppler storyline on CSI: and brought Grissom back. It was interesting – it went in a direction that I had not expected… although I could foresee part of the ending about halfway through the episode. It still had enough twists to make me go “Wow” at the end, though.
Stray Toasters
All we hear is radio video gaga…
Thanks to
Quote of the Day (so far)
[09:26]
: Good morning.
[09:26]: good morning and happy fucking Friday!
[09:26]: I am so glad this week is over
[09:32]: how goes for you?
[09:32]: SFSG
[09:32]: And, it’s Friday.,
[09:33]: Apparently, it’s “fucking Friday.”
[09:33]: Guess this means I need to find a partner.
[09:33]: Otherwise it’d be “masturbating Friday”
[09:33]: hahahaha
And that’s a wrap. Thanks
Namaste.
Thursday – 08 February 2007
So far, today’s been a good NBN Thursday.
I’m just getting back from the gym… where I got more good news: I decided to check my body fat and BMI, on a whim.
Compared to my numbers from September ’05 – 15.4% and 28.1, respectively – that’s a noticeable change. I’d even say “improvement,” although the general concensus on BMI is that it’s a load of hooey. That’s right, I said “hooey.” Deal with it.
Stray Toasters
Quote of the Day (so far)
[14:18]
:Â http://kotaku.com/gaming/feature/feature-the-world-of-whorecraft-234565.php
[14:18]: I knew it!
[14:18]: zomg. anna nicole smith died.
[14:18]: yeah.
[14:18]: And that, too.
[14:18]: <3 whorecraft. 🙂 [14:31] : wait.
[14:31]: why are you reading about warcraft porn? 🙂
[14:32]: It was a boingboing article.
[14:33]: The opener intrigued me.
[14:33]: I clicked.
[14:33]: uh huh
[14:33]: I’m just glad that there’s not a City of ‘Guzzling Heroes porn…. at least not to my knowledge. And if there is, I don’t really want to know.
[14:34]: there probably is. 🙂
[14:34]: *plugs ears* I can’t hear you…. I can’t hear you….
Namaste.
Veni. Vidi. Scribi.
“I came. I saw. I typed.”
More specifically, this is the conversation that started my morning:
[09:14]
: So I had a dream last night.
[09:14]: Good morning, Dr. King.
[09:14]: Somehow I had gained super powers (still not sure what they were or how I gained them)
[09:15]: I ended up going to you to decide if I should use them for good or evil.
[09:15]: Wow…. the only thing I’m missing is the wheelchair.
[09:15]: And the A.I.-driven Danger Room.
[09:15]: And the telepathy?
[09:16]: *whistles innocently*
[09:16]: yeah. strange. you decided they should be used for evil.
[09:16]: Even. Better.
[09:16]: all in all. very odd dream. i believe the entire thing took place in the AF office.
[09:17]: Oh.
[09:17]: This means: I associate you with evil and American Fork.
[09:17]: That would explain it.
[09:17]: So um.. Sorry. 🙂
[09:17]: Could it be that I am influenced by the evil that is Utah County?
[09:17]: possibly. it does kind of get on you.
[09:17]: tough to wash off.
[09:18]: clearly you need special undergarments.
[09:18]: I have my super-suit.
[09:18]: I am not getting a set of MMPP.
[09:18]: muahahahahah
Tuesday (coda)
The day ended well. I stopped to say “Hullo” to
Home. Some straightening and miscellaneous prep before Shadowrun. The group finished off their mission… and was offered the chance to stay on the East Coast a little longer to see find out who is – or was – behind the attack on the team that they were sent to find. Sounds like they’ll be hanging around for a while.
The Scales of the Eternal Justice of Ma’at
The Hand of Nefer-Tem patrolled a few neighborhoods in Paragon City tonight. I’m still following up on the missing Warshades… and discovered that there are a few Peacebringers who are/may be in danger as well. And, in doing so, I hit Security Level 12.
Stray Toasters
Sleep time.
Namaste.
Tuesday – 06 February 2007
Another day in the grind. So far, it’s been good: We’ve been talking Star Wars and how it is that anyone who isn’t/wasn’t Force-sensitive could possibly pilot a speeder-bike – at 200 MPH – through the forest on Endor’s moon… and not end up splattered on the side of a tree. That’s right, we talk about the deep subjects around here.
Last night was D&D night. Things went well… and not so well. Have you heard about the man who was booking a flight from Germany to Sydney, Australia but wound up in Sidney, Montana instead? No? Well you can read about it here. Our party had a similar thing happen: We were, in theory, being ‘ported to a friendly enclave across the desert. We missed. We wound up not only on another continent, but in a city that was considered “lost” nearly a millenium before. Under an ice cap. Oh, yeah… it was chock full of undead, too. Yeah, it was happy times. While the denizens weren’t necessarily “happy” to see us, they didn’t attempt to kill us on sight. That was a definite plus. We didn’t stay for tea, although we did ask a few questions, and we were on our way.
Stray Toasters
Zoom!
Namaste.
Monday – 05 February 2007
This morning has started off well, so far. Up, dressed and out with no problems. The commute wasn’t bad. And I just brewed coffee.
This weekend was… interesting.
Friday, before heading to Clitorati, I heard from Bill – the beloved of
Saturday… was a rather low-key day. I had brunch with
She seemed to enjoy the movie.
Sunday. No… SUPER BOWL SUNDAY!  No, that’s not quite it, either….  SUPER BOWL SUNDAY!!! There, that’s better. A lazy day, to be capped off in the company of friends watching the culmination of the 2006-2007 NFL season. *bliss*
I got up, obeserved the appropriate hygiene rituals and headed to breakfast (we occasionally push Saturday night breakfast to Sunday morning now). As we were wrapping up, I got three rapid-fire phone calls… which I missed. I caught the fourth one. It was
A water main had burst outside her apartment. Ordinarily, that wouldn’t be a big deal, all things considered. But, the water decided to find the “path of least resistance,” which happened to be along a series of tree roots. The tree that belonged to said roots is right outside her ground-floor apartment. Right. You’re beginning to get the picture.
By the time I got there, the water was a little more than ankle-deep… and rising. We spent the next little bit trying to move things out of the way and try to keep water out of the bedrooms. The municipal crews showed up and shut off the main. Good. There was still the matter of standing water. Not so good. I headed to Home Depot and picked up a wet/dry vac – two birds, one stone: I needed a new vacuum anyway. The disaster recovery crew arrived shortly after I got back; they pulled the water out of the carpet… and then pulled up the carpet and padding. Correction: ONE of the guys did all that. His name was C.J. He did the work of three guys… while his coworker was in and out of the apartment and intermittently talking on his phone. About two hours (and a dehumidifier and seven axial fans) later, they were done. They pumped four-hundred-twenty-seven (427) gallons of water out of the apartment.  C.J. said that the average job was between 100 – 200 gallons.
After making sure that her boys – who were staying with their grandparents – were okay,
Stray Toasters
You’re kidding, right? Maybe tonight. Maybe tomorrow.
Maybe later this afternoon.
Who knows?
“The Shadow knows!”
Namaste.