WitchyBitch

The Last Week And A Half Or So In Review

~I have all the ambition of a roadkill today.

~Anybody wanna buy some Star Trek books? I need the space...

~I also need to get rid of this hideous loveseat so I can make room for some storage units of some kind. Maybe if I do it right, I'll be able to get that armchair in there somewhere so it's not cluttering up my bedroom. There has to be somebody round here that needs a loveseat.

~Is it Election Day yet? I wanna go vote for Kerry and get all this bullshit over with already.

~Do they have a bomb that only destroys computers? I think it's time we did something about Pakistan...

~I'm sorely tempted to go to the cafe and make them cook for me so I don't have to do it.

~Our plant manager spends a lot of time attending seminars. I think it's about time he signed up for one about respecting people's personal space. I don't think anybody ever taught him the "arm's length" rule.

~He also has a Bush sticker on his big gas-guzzling pickup truck, right underneath his Coleman [ptooey at the name] sticker. If I were a slightly different kind of witch, I'd make a little something involving his picture, some rusty nails and some drawn-on tire tracks and attach it to the inside of his wheel well. But I'm not that kind of witch. Not quite.

~I got something in my eye. I couldn't get it out with the eyecup [though I did manage to get the eyecup suctioned to my face and had to remove it carefully so I didn't suck out my eyeball], and a co-worker and I couldn't locate it. Finally I stuck my face under the tap and ran warm water over my eye. I couldn't feel it after that, so I think it washed out, thank goodness. I'd hate to have had to go to a doctor and get it out.

~I started bringing my walkman and tapes to work. [No, I don't own a portable MP3 player; I'd hate to go pay $100+ for it and then take it to work and have it fall into something and get ground up, smashed, &c. Additionally, since my car stereo doesn't work and I use a tape player in the car, the tapes serve multiple purposes. Moreover, I'm the kind of person who uses old technologies until they stop being made or until the new version is almost as cheap. Exhibit A: The Commodore 64 in the living room.] That seemed like a cheaper and more reasonable solution than putting Paxil in the coffee. Why would I consider Paxil in the coffee? Well, let's put it this way: When a group of people listens to the same radio station nearly every night for close to a year, that's a pretty good sign that you're looking at multiple cases of obsessive-compulsive disorder here. Mind you, this is classic rock, not top 40--there's virtually no playlist turnover, because there will never be any new 70's music. That means that the same songs get played, night after night, month after month, year after year, changing only slightly as newer songs gradually age enough to be considered "classic." I couldn't take it anymore, I couldn't persuade them to change to something else, and I couldn't afford the gasoline to burn down the radio station, so I brought in my walkman.

~I'm probably going to get rid of the Commodore 64 [as well as the loveseat, the Star Trek books, and whatever else my greedy little packrat soul can bear to part with] so I have more room for storage. Part of my current artistic constipation is the depressing degree of clutter. When you have interesting things in your studio to look at and be inspired by, that's good clutter. When you can't move your chair without tipping something over, and can't fit your watercolour board on your table because it's heaped with crap, that's bad clutter. I have bad, bad clutter. It's time to chuck out the things I don't use [like the loveseat and the C64] and use the space for shelving or Rubbermaid tubs or something. If I'm lucky, creative and watchful of sales, I'll find something less ugly than Rubbermaid tubs. If not, I'll make do. Maybe I'll put decals or bumper stickers or something on them.

~I have slightly over half of a 2-lb. bag of shrimp in the freezer, and I've just discovered that it's starting to get freezer burn. We all know what this means: I have to cook that shrimp up and eat it straightaway. It's a tough job, but somebody's gotta do it. It also explains part of the reason frozen shrimp is so expensive: that stuff freezer-burns in no time.

I suppose that's enough woolgathering for one day. Especially considering I'm allergic to wool.

same bitch time, same bitch channel...

Quote for the day: "If you're born again, do you have two bellybuttons?" [From a Northern Sun bumper sticker]

Posted by Frida Peeple at October 21, 2004 09:09 AM