August 30, 2004

Double Meme Monday

Yay, finally a favourites meme I can do! I get to pick more than one thing per question. [Monday Madness.]

Name 3 of your favorite.......
1. Colors

Sepia, moss green, and sage.

2. Pizza Toppings
Sausage, onions, black olives.

3. Department Stores
Herberger's [bras], Target, and, uh...Gee, I don't really shop at department stores much. Not a fan of Sears or JC Penneys [especially since Penneys' purchasers apparently have a pathological hatred of larger women, judging from the poor selection and sheer ugliness of their plus-size clothing], and I only shop at MallWart because I weighed the economic damage of shopping there vs. the economic [to me] and ecological damage of driving 35 miles to the nearest Target every time I need conditioner, and decided being a mom-and-pop-shop killer was still better than being a polluter. So I won't put MallWart on a "favourites" list when it would fit so much better on a "necessary evils" list.

4. Flavors of Candy
You mean there are flavours besides chocolate?? Okay...chocolate, peanut butter, and cherry.

5. Scents of Candles
Unscented, unscented, and occasionally cherry or floral or something. [Due to my allergies, I usually buy unscented ones--on the occasions when I can get them, since most stores carry virtually NO unscented candles besides tapers and tealights, all the pillars and votives stink to high heaven... grrrrrrrrrrrrr... I need to start a store that carries only unscented products--unscented soaps, unscented deodorant, unscented dryer sheets, unscented candles, so that people who have chemical sensitivities can go to that store and buy all their necessities hassle-free.]

6. Days of the Week
Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays. [My days off.]

7. Vegetables
Raw spinach, onions, peas.

8. Fruits
Peaches, cherries, blueberries.

9. Meals to cook
Spaghetti, sandwiches, and noodles & cheese [no, not mac & cheese from a box--whole-wheat pasta with actual cheese melted on it].

10. Kitchen Gadgets
Microwave, blender, tea strainer [great for sifting small amounts of flour over a gravy or sauce without ending up with lumps].

11. Olympic Sports
It's sort of hard to follow the Olympics when you don't have TV and don't really like any sports except hockey anyway. I'll give you three I'd like to see, though: Rapist Hunting, Hand-Grenade Hackeysack, and Office Furniture Assembly Without Instructions.

***

Well, that one's done. Now for the Witches Weekly.

Do you feel those with pagan beliefs should attempt to take more of a political stand?
I'm sure a lot of them do; it would be nice if there were a more vocal opposition to the Christian Right's "Let's Cram Jesus Down Everybody's Throat" policy. But in order for that to be effective, moderate Christians would have to join in.

Is paganism openly accepted where you are from? (city,town,state)
Up in the Twin Cities...to a degree. In the 1800-population town where I currently live, and in small-town Minnesota in general? BWAHAHAHAHAA... in your dreams.

Given your beliefs, what's one thing that a political figure could promise to you about your path, that would convince you to vote for them?
Nothing. That a political figure would be accurately informed enough about paganism to make any kind of believable promise is an alien concept to me, unless the candidate were actually pagan, in which case their chances of getting elected are so small it's hilarious. Besides, I can't imagine anybody trying to win pagan votes except possibly the Green Party. The only promise I could see somebody making would be to fight against the Christian Right, and that wouldn't be specific to pagans. I can't see somebody getting up in Congress and championing pagans' civil rights or trying to remove the false stigma that the churches and the media have put on paganism. That'd just be political suicide in this country. We have more work to do in improving the public's perception of us before we can expect candidates with pagan issues as part of their platform to get elected.

Moreover, I wouldn't vote based on a campaign promise no matter what it was, because no matter how pagan-friendly and workable it sounded, chances are it wouldn't get done. Sometimes politicians lie about what they say they're gonna do, and other times they truly try but don't succeed because of insufficient support in the legislature. So I don't go by what they promise; I tend to go by their voting records and stated positions.

So yeah, that's what I think.

same bitch time, same bitch channel...

Thought for the day: If short buses and trucks have to beep when they're going backwards so that deaf people can hear them and get out of the way, why don't they have to beep when they're going forwards? Aren't inattentive deaf people just as deaf no matter what direction the truck is moving? Or is that because the driver can't see behind the truck and won't know whether to honk his horn?

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August 27, 2004

Message To Men Everywhere...

...from somebody whose job duties include cleaning a men's room.

IF YOU ARE TOO INCOMPETENT TO AIM YOUR OWN WANG, THEN SIT DOWN TO PEE.

Thank you. This message was sponsored by the Bitch Council and the National Association of People Who Are Sick and Tired of Cleaning Up Pee.

sbt/sbc

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August 24, 2004

Late madness

Yeah, I know it's not Monday anymore, but that just makes it twice as mad! :D

1. Which is more fun, kid's toys or grown-up kid's toys? (ie. Lego's vs. power tools)
I was always taught to respect things like power tools, so when I think grown-up toys, I think Xandria. Of course, those are fun too. As to whether they're more fun than Legos...that depends on the circumstances. There are times for both.

2. What's your favorite food and why? Which food is your number one weakness?
I don't have favourites, because I like too many different things to go round ranking them. I do know that my biggest weakness, however, is pizza.

3. How many blogs/journals/diaries would you say you read?
15 to 25, on a regular to semi-regular basis.

4. Do you feel you have an obligation to spread your religious belief system to others, or do you think religion is a private matter that everyone needs to decide for themselves?
The second. I shun people who subscribe to the first. I will answer questions about my religion, and I have an abiding interest in countering misinformation about Neopaganism and Wicca, but one of the commonly agreed-upon things among pagans is that there is no one right path. That view is counter to proselytization.

5. Did you keep a paper journal before blogging?
Yes, and shame on me, I should still be doing it.

6. Describe your life in 3 words.
Educational, interesting, painful.

7. What was the last thing you were wrong about?
The meaning of the word "proselyte." It actually means "newly converted person."

8. What one thing would you do to help the world be a better place for all?
Encourage population shrinkage through family planning.

9. Are you a dog person or a cat person?
Cat person. Dogs, in my experience, are too stinky and noisy. Cats are clean and quiet without having to be bathed constantly or trained to shut up. I think having barking in my apartment or house would send me over the edge unless I lived in the country and had, like, the quietest job in the world.

10. If you could start your own meme (And you can!), what kind of questions would you ask?
I had one; it had answers instead of questions. Nobody did it, hardly, because apparently it takes less thought to answer questions than to think of them, and people don't like to think all that much. [I don't blame them; neither do I.] The idea of a Dadaist meme is rattling round in my head right now, but I have doubts people would do that either. They seem more comfortable answering questions about their shopping habits, which is fine.

I really, really want to go back to bed.

sbt/sbc

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ack

This was one of my dad's favourite songs back in the day, and he used to play it all the time when I was little. [He doesn't anymore.] I kept trying to remember the lyrics and couldn't, so I looked for them and found them here. There are other versions, but Roy Clark's is the one I remember. The words always depressed me and creeped me out, and I always hoped my life wouldn't turn out like that.

Somehow, when I read them, I feel like I'm smothering.

The game of love I played with arrogance and pride
and every flame I lit too quickly quickly died.
The friends I made all seemed somehow to drift away
and only I am left on stage to end the play.

Jesus Fuck, this is my life.

sbt/sbc

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August 21, 2004

WTF Saturday

Several things, and little time, so let's get started.

~Went to the orthopaedist dude. He said surgery would be a bad idea, since my kneecaps track properly and their only problem is that they're too high. He said that the pain I'm having is very likely not indicative of any kind of cumulative damage, which was a big relief to hear. He recommended icing my knees, staying away from exercises that require lots of deep knee bends [like biking--dammit!!], NordicTracking, and keeping my exercise level down to where I'm not having constant pain. I mentioned yoga and he thought it was a terrific idea. I didn't remember to ask about inline skates, but everybody I've talked to about inline skating says it's not knee-bend intensive. I've watched it done and it doesn't look any more knee-bendy than walking unless you're trying to go super-fast. So I'm gonna start saving up for a pair of skates for next spring, since I won't be able to bike anymore and I really miss the speed. [I'm still going to keep my bike, because if I get out of this job and into one that involves less bending and lifting, I might be able to do occasional biking without a problem.]

So his ruling, if you will, is doubly good news: Not only will I not have to have surgery, but I have an orthopaedist's opinion to wave in my GP's face the next time she gets on my ass about exercise, because he told me I shouldn't exercise to the point of constant pain [which is what I get if I exercise significantly more than I do now]. Of course, the next thing she'll recommend is more blood pressure meds, in which case I'll simply tell her to stick it. All in all, the studies say that the higher your BP is, the shorter your life. So even if I only take one medication, and my BP is somewhat high but lower than it would be without meds at all, I'm still gonna live longer than I would anyway. And who wants to live to be 80 anyway, if you spend your whole damn life miserable from drug side effects?

~There was frost on the ground this morning when I was driving to swim class. For those of you not familiar with Minnesota weather, this is not normal. Considering that "normal" weather in MN includes many things that in other areas of the country are fucking Ringling Brothers ridiculous, that's saying something. In 10 years I have never seen frost before late September, and often not until October. All year they've been saying, "Gosh, it's been such a cool summer this year." Really. Ya don't say.

~I think the jabbing pain in my back is from, or at least exascerbated by, my computer chair. I've had the same chair for a while, but it has gradually sagged more and more, until there's a big pit in the middle and then a hard line at the back where the bar goes across. I can't get a refund because I don't remember which yard sale it came from. I can go a while with little or no pain, and then I sit in this chair for a while, and it starts up again, then lasts for hours afterward. [I know my bed was part of that; I corrected that, and it improved.]

~Treading water is friggin' hard work. Yeesh.

Okay, that's enough. Time to go to the bank.

same bitch time, same bitch channel...

Moon phase for the day: Waxing crescent, 44.9% of full. [From Pagan News.]

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August 18, 2004

Everything but the kitchen sink...oh wait.

What's On 'your kitchen counters' Right Now?

Awwwhahahahaa. What's not on my kitchen counters? Let me go look.

Ginger, medications, vitamins, minerals, barrettes, screws, a store circular, a drinking glass, a tap-light, the last of a bag of Old Dutch cheese curls, a Brita pitcher, a mortar and pestle, salt, pepper, a pill box, a Tupperware, a cutting board, a knife, shelves, a small plastic unit with drawers, a dishrack, a sink [which is sorta IN the counter], Mrs. Dash, cappuccino mix, keys, a clothespin, a mile counter, a can opener, crackers, a coffee mill, tea bags [in a box, not loose], instant coffee, ketchup, a Brazil nut, noseplugs...

I'll stop there. I'd put everything away, but funnily enough, the cupboards are full. I could stand to do dishes, though.

sbt/sbc

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Bad Poetry Day

Today, according to the esteemed Bob and Tom, is Bad Poetry Day. So here are some of my recent haiku.

Step away from fan
Instantly you start sweating.
This sucks hiney hole!

You ask "a/s/l"
Thinking I will answer you.
Read my profile, tard.

Winter is sublime.
If you do not go away,
I will kick your ass.

And...

A Japanese-Style Poem In 4 Lines

I know a man who has no organs.
His body is stuffed with excuses.
If he ever needed surgery,
An attorney would have to do it.

And lastly, one I came up with just this morning...

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
And you suck.

I'd copyright these, but that'd be like having your dirty socks notarized.

sbt/sbc

Posted by Frida Peeple at 08:53 AM | Comments (0)

staring at my bellybutton.

What does it take to be happy, anyway? People always say it's all about marriage and kids, but when I think about being married and having kids, all I can think about is not having any privacy and being driven insane by the noise and the constant invasion of personal space. Does this stuff really make people happy, or do they walk around with big voids inside like I have; and is a family just another kind of stuffing for their lives, to keep them too busy to notice the hole?

What's it about? Is it about having your needs satisfied? Is it about being needed, feeling like your presence makes a difference? Is it about knowing you'll be remembered after you're gone, so you're not completely gone? Does a person, any person, need closeness to be happy, and if not, what do they need? How much does it vary between people? And how the hell do you find out what you need anyway, if nothing fills the hole? Does everybody have this hole?

I feel the hole worse when I'm hungry and my blood sugar's low. Is this why I eat, cos of this goddamn hole? It's not a kid-shaped hole, it's not really a husband-shaped hole, it's not really a religion-shaped hole...it might be a best-friend-shaped hole...Maybe it's a home-shaped hole. I say "I wanna go home" all the time, reflexively, even when I'm at home. I don't know exactly what kind of home my unconscious is insisting on, but I have a nasty feeling it doesn't exist anymore. Maybe that's what moving all the time does to a kid. They get torn up from some situation where they were happy, and put somewhere else, and they can't go back. And you can move back there, but you can't go back, because you can't go back to early childhood when everybody you knew loved you, or you thought they did, anyway. It's just not there anymore, because you can't go back to perceiving things that way. And you keep dreaming about it, you keep trying to go back in your unconscious, but you can never stay there.

So I just walk round with this damn hole, and sometimes it's okay and sometimes it just aches, it just screams, it's so empty.

So, whatever.

same bitch time, same bitch channel.

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August 16, 2004

No, it's not Monday already. You're lying.

Yes, it's Madness.

1. If you could only take one item with you on to a deserted island what book, movie, music would you take?
That's a tough decision to make, because once I watch/read/listen to something enough times, I CANNOT STAND IT anymore. So I wouldn't wanna bring along any media I actually liked, because then I'd hate it with the fire of a thousand suns by the time I got off the island. And for obvious reasons, I'm not going to bring something I don't like...hm. I could bring my grimoire, as long as I could bring something to write with.

2. What's the most disgusting thing that you have ever eaten or even just put in your mouth??
I'm not telling. Children might be reading this. My mom's experimental chicken hotdish where she didn't manage to pick all the bones out. Oh, and I think there was one time I found a bug in something, but I don't remember what it was.

3. What one thing would you do differently if given the chance?
Tell the doctor to kiss my ass every single time they tried to prescribe me an SSRI.

4. What political party, if any, do you belong to?
Green.

5. Do you like icees?
They're all right. I stopped buying them because the retards at the store keep breaking the Icee machine, so it never works when I want one.

6. East or West?
East or West what? East or West Germany, East or West Coast rap, East or West Hemisphere, East or West as in sunset or sunrise....I don't follow you. In any case, it would have to be either none or both. I don't do the "this or that" thing. That's an unfair type of question for a cusp, especially if one of the signs in that cusp is Gemini to start with.

7. Will we ever "all" be happy with the current political situation????
Oh, gods. Do you know anybody with 3 functioning brain cells that's happy with the current political situation? Now, if Kerry were elected, we MIGHT end up with more people who are happy with it. I know a lot of people who would be, if not happy, at least less distressed. [Don't leave messages here complaining about Kerry. I don't think he's the bee's knees either, but go to your history text and find me a perfect president. Kennedy doesn't count. He only looked perfect because he was good at hiding extramarital affairs and crippling disabilities. Aside from the benefit of not being Bush, Kerry's also not going to cooperate with the Christian Reich's "Make Everything About Jesus" campaign that they've been trying to cram through for the last few years. Some of you atheists may not care, but those of us who practice religions other than Christianity do.]

8. Cookies or Crackers?
Depends on whether I need a sugar fix or just something to smear peanut butter on. Crackers if I feel nauseous.

9. What fun thing did you do today?
Played computer games. I would have done more fun stuff, but the neighbours said I'm not allowed to tie up their children and hide them in the dumpster anymore.

...and #10 has nothing to do with any of the above questions.........

10. Why??
Because this is my blog, that's why.

same bitch time, same bitch channel...

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What Little News There Is

Haven't posted much news lately because there isn't much. Shopping, work, laundry, chat and putting together assembly piecework don't count as news, for obvious reasons.

Today is the 4th [observed] anniversary of my self-dedication to Wicca, and it's also the birthday of Isis, according to one of the books I have. [In addition, it's the birthday of my maternal grandmother, who may or may not have approved, being Catholic.] I don't know what degree I'd be if I were in a coven. I sorta don't give a shit either.

So anyway, today it's gonna be re-dedication rituals, and cakes and ale [okay, croissants--they're moon-shaped, get it?--and ginger ale, because ale tastes nasty], and appreciating nature, and lying round being indolent. And...no work tonight.

For those that have been watching the Olympics, this will be hilarious. I can now do the sidestroke without sinking, and can do the breaststroke a little bit if I don't mind breathing water. I can't get the kick to take me anywhere if I'm doing the arms at the same time--not enough coordination. How I managed to figure out the sidestroke [which has a similar kick] I'll never know. More importantly, I can get water up my nose without panicking; I just either stand up or switch to a stroke that lets me keep my head higher. Now for the deep end. ~whimper~ Next week is the last class; I'm gonna sign up for the fall session too.

And my back hurts.

sbt/sbc

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August 14, 2004

Stuff.

The WW.

Do you enjoy having any type of music or sound during a ritual? If so, what?
Usually I have a couple wave machines going on the "forest" setting. The sound of the crickets helps make up for the fact that I'm not outdoors, and since they're two different brands, the sound loops are slightly different; so when you set them across the room from each other, it sounds a little more realistic.

Do you have a favorite chant?
I'm not into chanting. I don't care for how it sounds.

What sound tends to move you spiritually the most?
I don't know. I don't sit down with a bunch of sounds and rate them for how spiritual they make me feel. Offhand, I'd have to say either really good music or natural sounds like thunder and wind. It's tough to get far enough away from other noisemaking assholes humans to hear anything natural anymore.

***

I'm so damn tired of people. And I know I wouldn't be, if there were just fewer of them.

***

Managed to do the sidestroke today without sinking. Still can't manage the breaststroke very well without getting water up my nose, but I don't panic about it now, I just either stand up or switch to another stroke that lets me keep my head up more so I can blow the water out. Tried a little treading water with flotation aids, but it's slow going. My ass keeps wanting to rise up and float on its own. I'm less nervous about water in my nose/on my face and can put my face in the water more when swimming. Mostly it's a matter of getting a decent breath so I have enough air to blow out before I have to inhale again. I'm gonna sign up for the fall class and work on endurance and deep-water stuff. Hopefully I'll get fit enough for lap swimming eventually.

same bitch time, same bitch channel...

Thought for the day: Why is it that you can log onto your instant message program day after day, look at your friends list, and nobody's there...nobody's there...nobody's there...nobody's there...nobody's there...

...and all of a sudden one day there's like 5 people from your list all online at the same time? And you really can't spurn any of them, because you might not see them for another month. But you can't talk to them all at once...gahhhh.

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I was afraid of this...

California Supreme Court voids San Francisco gay marriages

Fuckers.

I'm just gonna go cry now. 'Scuse me.

sbt/sbc

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August 13, 2004

I just love the holidays...

Today is Friday the 13th, which, as everyone knows, is traditionally celebrated by donning a hockey mask and killing as many people as possible before you're incapacitated.

Suggestions: Start with the people who insist on smoking everywhere, no matter how much asthma it gives everybody else [who, apparently, should stay home if they want to avoid smoke]. Then move on to the chain letter senders, tailgaters, and those people who program bots to IM you with links to pr0n sites.

Have fun!

sbt/sbc

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August 09, 2004

One more item.

Well, ten sub-items. [Monday Madness.] Now that I've had coffee, I can answer this.

1. What's "it" all about, anyway?
It? You mean, like, life? Buggered if I know.

2. What radical political ideas do you have, if any?
[I'm taking "radical" to mean "causing most people to look at you funny and possibly avoid you when you mention said views."] Here's one. Everybody stop breeding for the next several years. Just cut it out. Adopt or something.

3. Do you believe that you 'fit' the profile of your astrological star sign?
Of course. I have more leeway, though, because I'm a cusp. Wait...star sign? I don't follow star signs. The only star that has even remotely anything to do with your personality is the Sun. If you're talking about the sign that you'd look under on your horoscope page, it's called the Sun sign, not the star sign. "Star sign" is a term new-age dipthongs dreamed up to make it sound more romantic and mysterious. Sorry if I sound pedantic, it just peeves me when somebody spreads incorrect terminology and well-meaning people pick it up and start using it.

4. Will blogging survive 2005 or is it a fad?
Well, let's see. I've come across blogs whose archives date back to 1999, so I'll pick A.

5. Do you Ebay? If so, what and how often? Is it a full-time job, part-time hobby, or just to clear the junk from your house?
No, I don't. I might if I had any artwork ready to sell. But then, I could just sell it on ArtWanted or DeviantArt.

6. True or False: When I vote, I am all for one party.
Really, really false.

7. Meat or veggie sauce on your spaghetti?
Depends.

8. Would you ever be on a TV Reality Show?
Not even at gunpoint.

9. What is one thing (or place) that you would like to do (or see) that you have not yet done (or seen?)
Either invent Valium lollipops for children or steal a cop car.

10. Do you answer memes honestly?
To the extent that I don't lie, yes. I do reserve the right to leave out information that's excessively personal, or to refuse to answer a question that I find violates my boundaries or endangers my privacy. I probably couldn't stop any of the ub3r-1337 from finding out who and where I am, but there's no sense in making it a cakewalk for the more common, n0n-1337 wackos. And there's some stuff you just don't share.

sbt/sbc

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don't make me think this early.

I found out what the hellacious noise is next door. It's boys playing. What the hell are their parents feeding them, crack? It sounds like they're slamming themselves against the walls like autistic people or something. That's exactly what the hell I'd need, you know? Autistic neighbour kids on crack.

Come on, school year.

sbt/sbc

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August 07, 2004

Quality Humour

Usually I don't get much of a chuckle out of Mr. Pareto Head, the comic strip that appears in the American Society for Quality's magazine Quality Progress. Let's face it, there aren't that many ways you can make quality control funny, and even with good drawing skills [which this dude doesn't really have, unless he's cleverly hiding them], it's hard to compete with strips like Ozy & Millie, Get Your War On and Get Fuzzy. But I thought this one was funny.

Ahhh...the only quality circle that accomplishes something.

[For those who don't know, which is probably about 95% of you, a pareto is the technical term for a bar chart.]

sbt/sbc

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Sure is.

The Witches Weekly.

What do you like most about the summer season?
I like the fact that everything's green. And that's about the only thing I like about sumer.

How does weather affect your spirituality? Are you more active in
the summer with pagan activities or less? Do you meditate outside or inside
depending on weather?

I do about the same amount of stuff in the summer, except I sweat more because the living room's not air-conditioned, and fans and candles don't go together. I always meditate indoors unless I'm taking a walk. [For somebody who can't do one thing at a time without going bonkers, yes, that counts as meditating.] Walking, nobody questions. As for the sitting-round style of meditating...Outdoors? Hell no. Too many bugs, too many Christians.

What's your favorite summer ritual? (Lughnasadh, Midsummer, whatever you celebrate)
I do all of them alone, so I don't have a favourite. I suppose whatever one I can do without baking my ass off in that living room and getting completely fed up with people's car stereos outside breaking my concentration, that'd be my favourite. As a matter of fact, a lot of the time I don't even do a formal ritual; I may just buy myself something nice and have a drink, or take a day off work as in the case of my upcoming dedication anniversary [which also falls on the traditional birthday of Isis] and do whatever. Taking some time off and being nice to myself for a change is plenty celebration enough for me.

Gods, my back hurts. And I can't afford to go to the chiropractor anymore.

And it's hot in here. I'm ready for fall now.

sbt/sbc

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August 05, 2004

Crosseyed and Painless [okay, just crosseyed]

If it weren't payday today, I'd call in.

I'm gonna find out what the flying fuck those people are doing all afternoon [yes, it's all afternoon now, the entire time I'm trying to sleep] that requires them to make so much noise. I hear thumps on the floor, what sounds like bangs on the wall, and something that could be drawers slamming and cabinets shutting. Whatever it is, it makes the bed and the floor shake, and is to the point where I can go to any point in my apartment and still hear it. You know, I have my occasional tantrums and screaming-and-throwing-things parties, but since the Depo, I only melt down an average of once over several weeks. I sure as hell don't do it on anything even resembling a daily basis.

I don't get it. It was quiet as a graveyard over there for so long.

sbt/sbc

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August 03, 2004

Nothing To See Here

I already posted my answer in the comments section, but I was the first one up this week, so they may post my link; look pretty stupid if there wasn't at least an entry for it and people visited [as if...lol]. I have just woken up, so if my full response is rather truculent, there's a shorter and much more satisfactory one in the comments section of What's On.

What's on 'your menu for dinner tonight' right now?

I'll get it out of the way and say "catfish" even though that's not strictly true. That's on my lunch menu [which isn't really a menu, because a menu has choices and my choices are catfish or nothin'] for tonight. The terms "dinner" and "tonight" don't coexist for me. I don't eat dinner at night, I eat it in in the morning like a normal night-shift person. In a way it still counts, though; I'm aware there are people that call lunch "dinner," which I never really understood. Then there's the term "supper," which sounds like something an 18th-century farmhand would say. But hey, whatever.

But I wanna say a few words about that. Outside of housewives and people who do meal planning for dietary or budgetary purposes, who makes up a menu anyway? This is a serious question, I'm not trying to be a jerk here. Do you know anybody who really knows what they're gonna have for dinner before they actually start preparing it? Maybe my folks' household was freakish in this area. Most of the time we didn't know what was for dinner til 4 o'clock. I think it just made more sense to my mom to wait and see what everybody was hungry for, rather than to go ahead with a meal plan and then get mad when two people out of five didn't want any and another two weren't home for dinner anyway. [And then there were times there really wasn't much of anything to make dinner with, either. One reason I'm not having kids: There is no goddamn way on Gaia's green earth I'm ever gonna be that poor again, if I can help it.] I only know what I'm having for lunch because I have to bring it to work with me, and I won't have access to my kitchen for ten hours. If I have more than one thing to choose from, I don't make up my mind until I'm actually ready to eat.

Okay, that's done with. On to other things.


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I just wanna say this, for general information purposes: I don't know what the hell it is my neighbours are doing every evening that requires thumping, slamming and banging, but if they don't cut it out, they are going to be the deadest Christ-lickers in this county. I'm not asking for anything big. I don't think I'm even asking for anything particularly unreasonable. All I'd like is more than 5 hours of uninterrupted sleep. You know, I made all my partners wear condoms for a reason. Well, several reasons. But one of the main reasons was so that I could continue, if I so chose, to get 5 hours of uninterrupted sleep without having to put Xanax in anybody's Froot Loops. If this society thinks I'm missing out on such a terrific experience by not being a sexual service station wife and unpaid scullerymaid mother [and I know it does, cos it never misses a chance to tell me so], the least it could do is throw me a goddamn bone and let me get some sleep so I don't have to do my job crosseyed.

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I have another appointment to see the orthopaedic guy in a couple weeks about my knees. He might recommend surgery; or, when I tell him that the pain is really only a problem when I do exercise outside of work, he may just tell me it's not worth the effort and I should find a different job. At least if he tells me the latter, I can go back to my other doc and tell her that until the job market comes back, she's not gonna get any joy out of me in the "20 minutes of continuous exercise every day" department.

Believe me, if I could find an office job that even came close to paying the bills, I'd take it. But with my current bill load, if I add in a commute, that's gonna have to be something like $11-12 an hour, and that just ain't gonna happen in this dimension unless I happen to change my mind about needing a phone or electricity or one of those newfangled luxuries. So it's gonna have to stay the way it is for a while, and if Doc doesn't like it, she'll just have to go carve on herself with rusty nails or whatever it is she does when patients don't do what she wants. Oh gods, what am I talking about, she doesn't even remember who any of her patients are.

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Anywho...like anybody gives a crap about any of this anyway. Just bitching; move on, nothing to see here...

Die, thumpy loud neighbours, die. Just. Die.

same bitch time, same bitch channel...

Shameful indulgence for the week: Purchasing and eating, all within 24 hours, a box of donut holes. The scale went all the way down to 210 last night, so shut up.

Posted by Frida Peeple at 08:26 PM | Comments (1)

August 01, 2004

News Y-Fronts

~Justin Hawkins of The Darkness was sorry he cheated on his girlfriend. You know, most guys just buy flowers.

~The French answer to Scott Adams's Joy Of Work.

~"Honey, have you seen my keys?"

~Inspect your car regularly to ensure that nobody has stashed anything in it.

~This sounds like a good idea, but how the hell are they gonna give annual Pap smears to all those seagulls? And can the seagulls even read well enough to tell the sugar pills from the estradiol ones?

~Are you still technically naked if you're wearing nacho cheese? Apparently so.

And lastly...

~"Hey Prostitute! You wanna come over and watch some hentai after school?" "I can't, Hemorrhoids, I have too much homework, and school doesn't let out til 7 at night anyway. Why don't you ask Rape and Cancer to watch it with you?"

Who the hell needs comic books when you live in a world like this?

same bitch time, same bitch channel...

Random product for the day: Equate maximum strength hydrocortisone 1% cream. Great for mosquito bites.

Posted by Frida Peeple at 05:42 AM | Comments (1)