offbalance: (dr. who)
So I've been mainlining Doctor Who for the past couple of weeks. Said mainlining began when I started watching the Matt Smith seasons. I LOVE. It's like all the writers got a great big kick in the ass, and all of the actors are thrilled as hell to be there. Magical. I adore Matt Smith. He's unseated Eccelston as my favorite Doctor. And Amy Pond? Best Companion Ever, in my book. Loff Huh. And Rory. How could you not love Alan Tudyk's long-lost British cousin? Show's got new life in it, and I'm adoring every minute.

Anyway. I was watching the two-part season 6 opener on my laptop since my shit cable company does not get BBC America, and I dozed off. (It happens a lot on this couch for some reason.) Anyway, I had a dream about finding a slip of paper in my wallet that had the combination of a Masterlock on it. (in fact, it was one of those stickers that come affixed to the back of one when you buy it.) I hadn't remembered it being in my wallet before, but it had the combination on it. I woke up and a short time later recalled a lock I'd been trying to remember the combination on for some time. I cleaned out my wallet, but found nothing. I tried the combination I remembered from my dream on the lock.

AND IT WORKED.

I screamed. I could not believe it.


I don't know if something triggered my memory, or what, but that's the oddest damn thing that could happen while watching something like Doctor Who. (Especially the "Day of the Moon" episode. Damn.)
offbalance: (dr. who)
So I've been mainlining Doctor Who for the past couple of weeks. Said mainlining began when I started watching the Matt Smith seasons. I LOVE. It's like all the writers got a great big kick in the ass, and all of the actors are thrilled as hell to be there. Magical. I adore Matt Smith. He's unseated Eccelston as my favorite Doctor. And Amy Pond? Best Companion Ever, in my book. Loff Huh. And Rory. How could you not love Alan Tudyk's long-lost British cousin? Show's got new life in it, and I'm adoring every minute.

Anyway. I was watching the two-part season 6 opener on my laptop since my shit cable company does not get BBC America, and I dozed off. (It happens a lot on this couch for some reason.) Anyway, I had a dream about finding a slip of paper in my wallet that had the combination of a Masterlock on it. (in fact, it was one of those stickers that come affixed to the back of one when you buy it.) I hadn't remembered it being in my wallet before, but it had the combination on it. I woke up and a short time later recalled a lock I'd been trying to remember the combination on for some time. I cleaned out my wallet, but found nothing. I tried the combination I remembered from my dream on the lock.

AND IT WORKED.

I screamed. I could not believe it.


I don't know if something triggered my memory, or what, but that's the oddest damn thing that could happen while watching something like Doctor Who. (Especially the "Day of the Moon" episode. Damn.)
offbalance: (snowdude by lauralatham)
So, as you may have heard, the Northeast got kicked in the face, the junk, and other sensitive places by a snowstorm. None more acutely, it would seem, than the outer boroughs of New York City. Particularly my little corner of the world.

See, boys and girls, our mayor is a rich asshole who became mayor because he and his snooty white rich friends wanted policies to suit them and do something about the riff-raff. I doubt this douchebag could even find my part of Brooklyn on a map. And as such, Manhattan is all nicely cleared, and well, my area looks like something out of The Long Winter by Laura Ingalls Wilder.

I posted some pictures in facebook earlier, but Flickr doesn't seem to be cooperating.

But our streets are unplowed. Until late this afternoon, Flatbush Avenue was not plowed. Now, this is a main artery for Brooklyn, especially southern. It's the Brooklyn equivalent of 7th Avenue not being plowed. The Flatbush Avenue bus was not running. Nor was the bus across Church Avenue. See, this bus is important, because my trains have NOT BEEN RUNNING FOR THREE DAYS. That's right - the last time we had service on my two main subway lines was Sunday. And, thank fuck, those only stopped running after [livejournal.com profile] j_bkl got home. But still - there were people stuck on trains for 7 hours. 15 hours. More. And forget about driving!! The streets are littered with abandoned cars. Abandoned trucks. ABANDONED CITY BUSES. I even saw an ambulance. (Granted, it was a private one, not an EMS, but it was still a disturbing image). [livejournal.com profile] j_bkl attempted to get into work yesterday and said that the streets were littered with abandoned buses. It would appear that the MTA, in its genius, sent MORE buses (without snow chains or tires!) out after other buses were stuck on unpassable streets. What.

I've been home from work for two days. Today I was finally out of the house - after being inside for about 48 straight hours. I was a little crazed, as you might imagine. Yesterday I could accept, the snow was bad and still falling. But today? No buses or trains in my neighborhood. No way to get anywhere. The sidewalks are barely maneuverable, and you have to climb over mountains to cross the street. J and I are leaving at 6:30 tomorrow morning to try to either get to Flatbush Avenue to get a bus to Atlantic (an exercise in pure futility, I'm sure) or, to walk all the way to the F at Church & McDonald to get that train, which is running by some bizarre miracle.

No one has any idea when service on the B or Q is going to be restored. Once again, the outer boroughs have been told to go and fuck themselves. Thankfully, my boss was basically cool about it, but well, he usually is about those things. I'm sure my other boss will have some passive-aggressive, bitchy thing to say to lord it over me that SHE made it ALL THE WAY to midtown from the Upper West Side during the blizzard. *eyeroll* Clearly, I was supposed to have sled dogs ready. But then again, that seems to be the only reasonable means of transport available to those of us in southern Brooklyn. Still, I want to get in this week at least once or twice to see if anything needs my attention. I KNEW I should have taken this frigging week off, but I stupidly thought it was better to wait until I could take time off with J instead.

God only knows when this will be over. I'm sure Bloomberg doesn't give a fuck - he just needs enough space to get his jet out to get to the Caribbean by New Year's.

I just want my buses and trains back. Is that SO much to fucking ask? (Maybe, with geniuses like these driving the plows.)

::hands:: I give up. I'm going to take a shower and go to bed, since I'm getting up at OH GOD Thirty to try and get somewhere for realz.

This also sucks rocks because it's my little sister's birthday today, and she's marooned in the house because of this mess. Happpy birthday, [livejournal.com profile] quasisonic ! Sorry it was so failtastic.

First a blog post, with some comparitive photography.

And provided I can get it to work, some of my own photos:
Behold, the horror: )
offbalance: (snowdude by lauralatham)
So, as you may have heard, the Northeast got kicked in the face, the junk, and other sensitive places by a snowstorm. None more acutely, it would seem, than the outer boroughs of New York City. Particularly my little corner of the world.

See, boys and girls, our mayor is a rich asshole who became mayor because he and his snooty white rich friends wanted policies to suit them and do something about the riff-raff. I doubt this douchebag could even find my part of Brooklyn on a map. And as such, Manhattan is all nicely cleared, and well, my area looks like something out of The Long Winter by Laura Ingalls Wilder.

I posted some pictures in facebook earlier, but Flickr doesn't seem to be cooperating.

But our streets are unplowed. Until late this afternoon, Flatbush Avenue was not plowed. Now, this is a main artery for Brooklyn, especially southern. It's the Brooklyn equivalent of 7th Avenue not being plowed. The Flatbush Avenue bus was not running. Nor was the bus across Church Avenue. See, this bus is important, because my trains have NOT BEEN RUNNING FOR THREE DAYS. That's right - the last time we had service on my two main subway lines was Sunday. And, thank fuck, those only stopped running after [livejournal.com profile] j_bkl got home. But still - there were people stuck on trains for 7 hours. 15 hours. More. And forget about driving!! The streets are littered with abandoned cars. Abandoned trucks. ABANDONED CITY BUSES. I even saw an ambulance. (Granted, it was a private one, not an EMS, but it was still a disturbing image). [livejournal.com profile] j_bkl attempted to get into work yesterday and said that the streets were littered with abandoned buses. It would appear that the MTA, in its genius, sent MORE buses (without snow chains or tires!) out after other buses were stuck on unpassable streets. What.

I've been home from work for two days. Today I was finally out of the house - after being inside for about 48 straight hours. I was a little crazed, as you might imagine. Yesterday I could accept, the snow was bad and still falling. But today? No buses or trains in my neighborhood. No way to get anywhere. The sidewalks are barely maneuverable, and you have to climb over mountains to cross the street. J and I are leaving at 6:30 tomorrow morning to try to either get to Flatbush Avenue to get a bus to Atlantic (an exercise in pure futility, I'm sure) or, to walk all the way to the F at Church & McDonald to get that train, which is running by some bizarre miracle.

No one has any idea when service on the B or Q is going to be restored. Once again, the outer boroughs have been told to go and fuck themselves. Thankfully, my boss was basically cool about it, but well, he usually is about those things. I'm sure my other boss will have some passive-aggressive, bitchy thing to say to lord it over me that SHE made it ALL THE WAY to midtown from the Upper West Side during the blizzard. *eyeroll* Clearly, I was supposed to have sled dogs ready. But then again, that seems to be the only reasonable means of transport available to those of us in southern Brooklyn. Still, I want to get in this week at least once or twice to see if anything needs my attention. I KNEW I should have taken this frigging week off, but I stupidly thought it was better to wait until I could take time off with J instead.

God only knows when this will be over. I'm sure Bloomberg doesn't give a fuck - he just needs enough space to get his jet out to get to the Caribbean by New Year's.

I just want my buses and trains back. Is that SO much to fucking ask? (Maybe, with geniuses like these driving the plows.)

::hands:: I give up. I'm going to take a shower and go to bed, since I'm getting up at OH GOD Thirty to try and get somewhere for realz.

This also sucks rocks because it's my little sister's birthday today, and she's marooned in the house because of this mess. Happpy birthday, [livejournal.com profile] quasisonic ! Sorry it was so failtastic.

First a blog post, with some comparitive photography.

And provided I can get it to work, some of my own photos:
Behold, the horror: )
offbalance: (Charlotte and Harry smiles)
Ever since before the engagement became public, I've been mainlining wedding blogs like nobody's business. I've learned some interesting tips and tricks, and even learned things to back away from slowly. It's been an education. I've found communties to join and other like minded people I can squee with or learn from.

Or in some cases, look at askance.

Now, anyone who's watched a countdown show on Vh1 has seen a musician talking about people who use songs for the first dance at their wedding that are inappropriate. Not strange or quirky (I knew a couple who's wedding song was "Jailhouse Rock", and I thought that was awesome), but couples who dance to Sting's greatest stalker song ("Every Breath You Take" is NOT a love song, people!!) or U2's "With or Without You." (written during a rocky period of Bono's marriage, the lyric is:" I can't live: WITH OR without you." As in, I can't stand you right now. Edge said in an interview that when people who share that this was their first dance at their wedding, they wish them luck).

So, imagine my surprise when Offbeatbride.com, often a beacon of sanity in a very scary bridal world (trust me) posted their list of First-Dance Songs That Haven't Been Done to Death, they included "No Children" by the Mountain Goats.

No, I couldn't believe it either.

For the unfamiliar, "No Children" comes from a concept album called Tallahasse that Mountain Goats leader/frontman/solo force behind created about two characters he calls the Alphas. The Alphas are a disfunctional couple who, after some life problems erupt, decide to buy a house in Tallahasse, Florida and drink themselves to death. The songs are about events that lead up to this, events after they buy the house, and conversations/fights they have in it. "No Children" is one such songs. I've included a link to a neat fanvid of the song, but I feel these lyrics need to be highlighted to be properly appreciated:

I hope that our few remaining friends
Give up on trying to save us
I hope they come up with a failsafe plot
to piss off the dumb few that forgave us

I hope the fences we mended
fall down beneath their own weight
and I hope we go on past the last exit
I hope it's already too late


That's a sweet sentiment, no? Totally what you want your loved ones to hear after you allegedly make a lifelong commitment to one another and are now swaying to the music in front of all assembled, right? Who wouldn't love lyrics like these!

And I hope the junkyard a few blocks from here
someday burns down
and I hope the rising black smoke carries me far away,
And I never come back to this town again
In my life
I hope I lie
And tell everyone you were a good wife
And I hope you DIE.
I hope we both die!


Really? Does anyone bother listening to the lyrics? I mean, this really states love and commitment to some people? I guess so.

I have no idea what our first song will be. But it will be better than this!!

offbalance: (Charlotte and Harry smiles)
Ever since before the engagement became public, I've been mainlining wedding blogs like nobody's business. I've learned some interesting tips and tricks, and even learned things to back away from slowly. It's been an education. I've found communties to join and other like minded people I can squee with or learn from.

Or in some cases, look at askance.

Now, anyone who's watched a countdown show on Vh1 has seen a musician talking about people who use songs for the first dance at their wedding that are inappropriate. Not strange or quirky (I knew a couple who's wedding song was "Jailhouse Rock", and I thought that was awesome), but couples who dance to Sting's greatest stalker song ("Every Breath You Take" is NOT a love song, people!!) or U2's "With or Without You." (written during a rocky period of Bono's marriage, the lyric is:" I can't live: WITH OR without you." As in, I can't stand you right now. Edge said in an interview that when people who share that this was their first dance at their wedding, they wish them luck).

So, imagine my surprise when Offbeatbride.com, often a beacon of sanity in a very scary bridal world (trust me) posted their list of First-Dance Songs That Haven't Been Done to Death, they included "No Children" by the Mountain Goats.

No, I couldn't believe it either.

For the unfamiliar, "No Children" comes from a concept album called Tallahasse that Mountain Goats leader/frontman/solo force behind created about two characters he calls the Alphas. The Alphas are a disfunctional couple who, after some life problems erupt, decide to buy a house in Tallahasse, Florida and drink themselves to death. The songs are about events that lead up to this, events after they buy the house, and conversations/fights they have in it. "No Children" is one such songs. I've included a link to a neat fanvid of the song, but I feel these lyrics need to be highlighted to be properly appreciated:

I hope that our few remaining friends
Give up on trying to save us
I hope they come up with a failsafe plot
to piss off the dumb few that forgave us

I hope the fences we mended
fall down beneath their own weight
and I hope we go on past the last exit
I hope it's already too late


That's a sweet sentiment, no? Totally what you want your loved ones to hear after you allegedly make a lifelong commitment to one another and are now swaying to the music in front of all assembled, right? Who wouldn't love lyrics like these!

And I hope the junkyard a few blocks from here
someday burns down
and I hope the rising black smoke carries me far away,
And I never come back to this town again
In my life
I hope I lie
And tell everyone you were a good wife
And I hope you DIE.
I hope we both die!


Really? Does anyone bother listening to the lyrics? I mean, this really states love and commitment to some people? I guess so.

I have no idea what our first song will be. But it will be better than this!!

offbalance: (angel-shitting me by baggers)
So today was okay.  I got the pills the doc gave me for my stomach and I even feel well enough to eat like a semi-human being again!   Work was busy but productive, and I decided (with the help from my mom) to stop worrying about shoehorning into a dress that really doesn't even fit my personality anymore, and instead to focus on getting a new, pretty dress.  I then began THAT search along with my lovely, wonderful, patient boyfriend, J.  

All the while, I was playing with my new blackberry, and falling a little bit more in love.  [livejournal.com profile] katiebea and [livejournal.com profile] quodlibetic and [livejournal.com profile] antheia all helped me start to build it up to full crackberry strength.

All in all, an awesome day.

AND THEN I CAME HOME, TURNED ON MY LAPTOP, AND GOT THE BLUE SCREEN OF DEATH. D:

After acute cardiac arrest, an extremely long call to Dell (huzzah for still being under warranty) and some strange tests, it was determined that my hard drive was dead.  D-E-D dead, as my dad would say.   ::facepalm:: 

They're sending me a new one.  And then I get to call and have them walk me through installing it myself.  0.o   (Translation, I will beg someone for help who actually knows how to do these things).  See, if a computer was a car, I'd know how to put in windshield washer fluid and change the oil, an occasional tire, how to pump gas and other basic skills.  But if it started making funny noises or the "check engine" light goes on or it just plumb won't start? I call a mechanic.   I can't believe this dude I spoke to at Dell ACTUALLY BELIEVES that I am capable of replacing the engine.  Jeezy Creezy.  

On the upside, this happens the day AFTER I buy my new smart phone, so I can still get email and twitter.  And J said I can use his computer for whatever I need until mine is up and running again.   But that's about it.   I am the OPPOSITE of pleased about this, as you might imagine.  

Happy Friday, everybody!  :P

offbalance: (angel-shitting me by baggers)
So today was okay.  I got the pills the doc gave me for my stomach and I even feel well enough to eat like a semi-human being again!   Work was busy but productive, and I decided (with the help from my mom) to stop worrying about shoehorning into a dress that really doesn't even fit my personality anymore, and instead to focus on getting a new, pretty dress.  I then began THAT search along with my lovely, wonderful, patient boyfriend, J.  

All the while, I was playing with my new blackberry, and falling a little bit more in love.  [livejournal.com profile] katiebea and [livejournal.com profile] quodlibetic and [livejournal.com profile] antheia all helped me start to build it up to full crackberry strength.

All in all, an awesome day.

AND THEN I CAME HOME, TURNED ON MY LAPTOP, AND GOT THE BLUE SCREEN OF DEATH. D:

After acute cardiac arrest, an extremely long call to Dell (huzzah for still being under warranty) and some strange tests, it was determined that my hard drive was dead.  D-E-D dead, as my dad would say.   ::facepalm:: 

They're sending me a new one.  And then I get to call and have them walk me through installing it myself.  0.o   (Translation, I will beg someone for help who actually knows how to do these things).  See, if a computer was a car, I'd know how to put in windshield washer fluid and change the oil, an occasional tire, how to pump gas and other basic skills.  But if it started making funny noises or the "check engine" light goes on or it just plumb won't start? I call a mechanic.   I can't believe this dude I spoke to at Dell ACTUALLY BELIEVES that I am capable of replacing the engine.  Jeezy Creezy.  

On the upside, this happens the day AFTER I buy my new smart phone, so I can still get email and twitter.  And J said I can use his computer for whatever I need until mine is up and running again.   But that's about it.   I am the OPPOSITE of pleased about this, as you might imagine.  

Happy Friday, everybody!  :P

offbalance: (pigeons by quodlibetic)
Firstly, a very happy birthday to my very dear [livejournal.com profile] whtegrlwthehair. Love you darling! *mwah*

Secondly, oh, what a night last night. If you've been around long enough, you remember the pigeon incident, but last night was up there on my list of All-Time Wackiest Apartment Shenanegains.

I had dinner with the folks. It was lovely. On my way home, I get a call from [livejournal.com profile] j_bkl, who tells me there's a stray cat roaming our hallway in our building, and to be aware of it when I come home, as he's not sure what's going on with it. Greaaaat. So, I tell him I will, then head in.

When I get to our floor, I see J in the hall with a sheepish look on his face, and the recycling bin next to him. Our door is open.

"What happened?"
"Um, well, I thought I heard people messing with the cat, and I wanted to make sure they weren't, so I opened the door, and...the cat got inside of our apartment."
"WHAT?!"
"And I don't know where it went."
"WHAT?! @&*#$%*&$*&"

So, the next 10 minutes or so, we ransack our apartment, turn over everything, look in every corner and crevice big or small enough to possibly fit a cat. Nothing. I even roamed the halls, looking for proof of J's hypothesis that the cat had doubled back out the door. Nada.

Eventually, we found it. It was huddled in the back of our fridge, in the open part where the motor is. We tried to coax it out. We tried to scare it out. We even tried to annoy it out. Nothing. The Cat Would Not Move. I was concerned that the reason it was not moving was because it was ill, so we discussed what to do. Since it was 11:30 at this point, I knew calling Animal Control was a fruitless exercise. So I did the only other thing I could think of: I called [livejournal.com profile] redstapler and my Mom.

See, for the uninitiated, [livejournal.com profile] redstapler's roommate [livejournal.com profile] gaztherat is what you might call an Animal Whisperer. She has an amazing way with furry creatures great and small, and I prayed that she would be able to figure out what to do. Thankfully, she was home, and willing to come help us. At this point, J barricaded me in the bedroom (considering my eyes were swelling a touch and my throat was getting tight and scratchy) and held on to my phone, in case [livejournal.com profile] gaztherat needed to call. J called me to fill me in on what the cat was doing, using a voice that sounded like the dude who does the play-by-play of golf on TV.

"The cat has stuck its paws outside of the fridge...and I think...yes! It's head as well! It's coming out...no, it's back in again. It's moving...it's halfway out! It can get out!" (that had been a concern at first).

[livejournal.com profile] gaztherat arrives, and the cat bolts again. Since we were smart enough to close almost every door in our place (bedroom, closets, etc), the cat could have only gone so many places. J and [livejournal.com profile] gaztherat eventually found it in the bathroom, cowering between the vanity and tub.

This is the cat.

It let [livejournal.com profile] gaztherat pick it up, and seemed happy to be held (it didn't even squirm). It was friendly and socialized, and didn't seem to be (too) afraid of people. As you can see, it has a very sweet face. I would have loved to keep it, but I'm super-addicted to this whole breathing thing, so no go there. (Oh, and my eyes not swelling shut. I'm such a bitch, I know.)

We're wondering if it's not a runaway so much as a throwaway, because of how friendly and lost it seemed. It was eventually decided that E should take the cat back to the place where she works, where they will check it out and hopefully adopt it out. That is, if no one claims her from the posters J and I are going to make up and post later. We gave [livejournal.com profile] gaztherat some beer for her trouble, but we were all happy that this little ninja cat will in all liklihood find a nice home one way or the other.

J and I finally made it to sleep around 1:30, after he posted his version of events.

If you're in the area and in the market for a nice cat, I will pass your info along.

Things are never boring, are they?
offbalance: (pigeons by quodlibetic)
Firstly, a very happy birthday to my very dear [livejournal.com profile] whtegrlwthehair. Love you darling! *mwah*

Secondly, oh, what a night last night. If you've been around long enough, you remember the pigeon incident, but last night was up there on my list of All-Time Wackiest Apartment Shenanegains.

I had dinner with the folks. It was lovely. On my way home, I get a call from [livejournal.com profile] j_bkl, who tells me there's a stray cat roaming our hallway in our building, and to be aware of it when I come home, as he's not sure what's going on with it. Greaaaat. So, I tell him I will, then head in.

When I get to our floor, I see J in the hall with a sheepish look on his face, and the recycling bin next to him. Our door is open.

"What happened?"
"Um, well, I thought I heard people messing with the cat, and I wanted to make sure they weren't, so I opened the door, and...the cat got inside of our apartment."
"WHAT?!"
"And I don't know where it went."
"WHAT?! @&*#$%*&$*&"

So, the next 10 minutes or so, we ransack our apartment, turn over everything, look in every corner and crevice big or small enough to possibly fit a cat. Nothing. I even roamed the halls, looking for proof of J's hypothesis that the cat had doubled back out the door. Nada.

Eventually, we found it. It was huddled in the back of our fridge, in the open part where the motor is. We tried to coax it out. We tried to scare it out. We even tried to annoy it out. Nothing. The Cat Would Not Move. I was concerned that the reason it was not moving was because it was ill, so we discussed what to do. Since it was 11:30 at this point, I knew calling Animal Control was a fruitless exercise. So I did the only other thing I could think of: I called [livejournal.com profile] redstapler and my Mom.

See, for the uninitiated, [livejournal.com profile] redstapler's roommate [livejournal.com profile] gaztherat is what you might call an Animal Whisperer. She has an amazing way with furry creatures great and small, and I prayed that she would be able to figure out what to do. Thankfully, she was home, and willing to come help us. At this point, J barricaded me in the bedroom (considering my eyes were swelling a touch and my throat was getting tight and scratchy) and held on to my phone, in case [livejournal.com profile] gaztherat needed to call. J called me to fill me in on what the cat was doing, using a voice that sounded like the dude who does the play-by-play of golf on TV.

"The cat has stuck its paws outside of the fridge...and I think...yes! It's head as well! It's coming out...no, it's back in again. It's moving...it's halfway out! It can get out!" (that had been a concern at first).

[livejournal.com profile] gaztherat arrives, and the cat bolts again. Since we were smart enough to close almost every door in our place (bedroom, closets, etc), the cat could have only gone so many places. J and [livejournal.com profile] gaztherat eventually found it in the bathroom, cowering between the vanity and tub.

This is the cat.

It let [livejournal.com profile] gaztherat pick it up, and seemed happy to be held (it didn't even squirm). It was friendly and socialized, and didn't seem to be (too) afraid of people. As you can see, it has a very sweet face. I would have loved to keep it, but I'm super-addicted to this whole breathing thing, so no go there. (Oh, and my eyes not swelling shut. I'm such a bitch, I know.)

We're wondering if it's not a runaway so much as a throwaway, because of how friendly and lost it seemed. It was eventually decided that E should take the cat back to the place where she works, where they will check it out and hopefully adopt it out. That is, if no one claims her from the posters J and I are going to make up and post later. We gave [livejournal.com profile] gaztherat some beer for her trouble, but we were all happy that this little ninja cat will in all liklihood find a nice home one way or the other.

J and I finally made it to sleep around 1:30, after he posted his version of events.

If you're in the area and in the market for a nice cat, I will pass your info along.

Things are never boring, are they?
offbalance: (Bridget fuuuuuuck by iamjoey)
I just don't know what to make of today, man. I really don't.

I mean, there were the small annoyances, like a work issue THAT JUST WON'T DIE and the fact that New Orleans Girl couldn't pick up milk this morning because all the milks at the deli were expired. The subway doors closed on me, and I couldn't even start working when I got to work, because the computer that was supposed to be replaced yesterday had to wait until today for some reason.

BUT

The computer is awesome. It's a proper pentium, so all those annoying lags I was experiencing are gone. It's flyyyying. Also, I got a very nice compliment on my hair, despite having done nothing except run a brush through it this morning. [livejournal.com profile] j_bkl is VERY close to being completely caught up on Supernatural (which is on tonight, YAYS). Both the weekend and the baseball season are close enough to taste. And, I had a lovely day at the New York Botanical Garden yesterday, and will post pics later. Oh, and my federal tax refund is now in my bank account.

STILL

Today is kind of going to go down in history as the day the TV almost fell on my head.

I was in the kitchen, making my lunch. The TV was atop it's usual perch on the fridge. I had forgotten something, so I went back to the fridge to get it. A moment after closing the door, and mere seconds BEFORE I'd be leaning over the table assembling my sammich, the tv came crashing down. Miraculously, both the TV and I were completely unhurt. Still, I think nearly getting squished by a tv counts as a crappy start to the day, you know?

Tonight I'm going to go home, make some dinner, and have a beer. I think I've earned a beer.
offbalance: (Bridget fuuuuuuck by iamjoey)
I just don't know what to make of today, man. I really don't.

I mean, there were the small annoyances, like a work issue THAT JUST WON'T DIE and the fact that New Orleans Girl couldn't pick up milk this morning because all the milks at the deli were expired. The subway doors closed on me, and I couldn't even start working when I got to work, because the computer that was supposed to be replaced yesterday had to wait until today for some reason.

BUT

The computer is awesome. It's a proper pentium, so all those annoying lags I was experiencing are gone. It's flyyyying. Also, I got a very nice compliment on my hair, despite having done nothing except run a brush through it this morning. [livejournal.com profile] j_bkl is VERY close to being completely caught up on Supernatural (which is on tonight, YAYS). Both the weekend and the baseball season are close enough to taste. And, I had a lovely day at the New York Botanical Garden yesterday, and will post pics later. Oh, and my federal tax refund is now in my bank account.

STILL

Today is kind of going to go down in history as the day the TV almost fell on my head.

I was in the kitchen, making my lunch. The TV was atop it's usual perch on the fridge. I had forgotten something, so I went back to the fridge to get it. A moment after closing the door, and mere seconds BEFORE I'd be leaning over the table assembling my sammich, the tv came crashing down. Miraculously, both the TV and I were completely unhurt. Still, I think nearly getting squished by a tv counts as a crappy start to the day, you know?

Tonight I'm going to go home, make some dinner, and have a beer. I think I've earned a beer.

Snow.

Jan. 15th, 2009 09:28 am
offbalance: (snowdude by lauralatham)
The icy particles of the snowflakes now swirling around the city were stabbing me in the eye as I walked up Fifth avenue this morning.

I think I can safely speak for everyone here when I say: DO NOT WANT.

Also? It's FREEZING in the office. GAH.

Snow.

Jan. 15th, 2009 09:28 am
offbalance: (snowdude by lauralatham)
The icy particles of the snowflakes now swirling around the city were stabbing me in the eye as I walked up Fifth avenue this morning.

I think I can safely speak for everyone here when I say: DO NOT WANT.

Also? It's FREEZING in the office. GAH.
offbalance: (angel-shitting me by baggers)
So, a friend I'm recently back in touch with sent me a facebook invitation for my high school's 35th anniversary party next November.  Nice. I remember reading about the 20th anniversary they held back in the day, so I looked at the details of the event.

The geniuses in charge of this one want RSVPs at the END OF FEBRUARY.   And that's not even the best part.

It's on a Thursday Night. 
It's $100.
IT'S ON STATEN ISLAND.

Now, I grew up in Brooklyn, and my high school was in Brooklyn.  And I'm not the only one who balked at the choice of venue.  The organizers said something about it being because it'd be "the best bang for the buck," and how it's not that inconvenient to get to, and that it'll be "totally worth it" because of all the old friends you'll see.

SURVEY SAYS!

[X]

I guess when you hit a certain age, you assume that everyone owns a car.   I am happy to say that I don't.  I am also proud of the fact that I literally can not remember the last time I was on Staten Island for any reason, and this is not a trend that I intend to break anytime soon.   Also, I sincerely doubt that these people looked hard enough or long enough, if the best that they believed that they could do was the Staten Island Hilton Garden Inn.  This is about a dumb as a midnight boat cruise.  Staten Island.  STATEN ISLAND.  They're high.   (But knowing my high school, that's almost fitting.)  

offbalance: (angel-shitting me by baggers)
So, a friend I'm recently back in touch with sent me a facebook invitation for my high school's 35th anniversary party next November.  Nice. I remember reading about the 20th anniversary they held back in the day, so I looked at the details of the event.

The geniuses in charge of this one want RSVPs at the END OF FEBRUARY.   And that's not even the best part.

It's on a Thursday Night. 
It's $100.
IT'S ON STATEN ISLAND.

Now, I grew up in Brooklyn, and my high school was in Brooklyn.  And I'm not the only one who balked at the choice of venue.  The organizers said something about it being because it'd be "the best bang for the buck," and how it's not that inconvenient to get to, and that it'll be "totally worth it" because of all the old friends you'll see.

SURVEY SAYS!

[X]

I guess when you hit a certain age, you assume that everyone owns a car.   I am happy to say that I don't.  I am also proud of the fact that I literally can not remember the last time I was on Staten Island for any reason, and this is not a trend that I intend to break anytime soon.   Also, I sincerely doubt that these people looked hard enough or long enough, if the best that they believed that they could do was the Staten Island Hilton Garden Inn.  This is about a dumb as a midnight boat cruise.  Staten Island.  STATEN ISLAND.  They're high.   (But knowing my high school, that's almost fitting.)  

offbalance: (pigeons by quodlibetic)
Even though I am having an annoying day, I could be this guy.

That's much, much worse.
offbalance: (pigeons by quodlibetic)
Even though I am having an annoying day, I could be this guy.

That's much, much worse.
offbalance: (snowdude by lauralatham)
HAVING THE MORNING FROM HELL.

So I kept waking up during the later part of the night. So I slept longer than I should have, and getting ready took longer than it should have. While already late, I discover that my Metrocard is dead. After several tries of getting the card that work gave us to use our transit spending (ETRAC card) to work and failing, I try to buy a single ride. The machine gives me a receipt and not a single ride card, so I have to wait on ANOTHER line just to get on a train, which SAT at Church avenue for nearly TEN fucking minutes and let TWO Q trains go by. Then we FINALLY get to Manhattan and I get to work and call about my ETRAC card, and find out that the REASON it didn’t work is because the MTA never paid me back for the borked metrocard I sent back to them!!!

SO, I call the MTA, and tell them that I mailed the card around December 4th or so. I just called the MTA. Even though I sent the card in on like, December 4th? IT STILL ISN’T DONE BEING PROCESSED. I SWEAR TO CHRIST. FLAMES. ON THE SIDES OF MY FACE. AND THE WOMAN I SPOKE TO SAID TO CALL BACK IN A COUPLE OF DAYS. A COUPLE OF DAYS!!!!

Then I get HERE and my work emails are stuffed full of stupid. I just. I am still wondering why exactly it was that I left bed this morning. Nope, no idea.
offbalance: (snowdude by lauralatham)
HAVING THE MORNING FROM HELL.

So I kept waking up during the later part of the night. So I slept longer than I should have, and getting ready took longer than it should have. While already late, I discover that my Metrocard is dead. After several tries of getting the card that work gave us to use our transit spending (ETRAC card) to work and failing, I try to buy a single ride. The machine gives me a receipt and not a single ride card, so I have to wait on ANOTHER line just to get on a train, which SAT at Church avenue for nearly TEN fucking minutes and let TWO Q trains go by. Then we FINALLY get to Manhattan and I get to work and call about my ETRAC card, and find out that the REASON it didn’t work is because the MTA never paid me back for the borked metrocard I sent back to them!!!

SO, I call the MTA, and tell them that I mailed the card around December 4th or so. I just called the MTA. Even though I sent the card in on like, December 4th? IT STILL ISN’T DONE BEING PROCESSED. I SWEAR TO CHRIST. FLAMES. ON THE SIDES OF MY FACE. AND THE WOMAN I SPOKE TO SAID TO CALL BACK IN A COUPLE OF DAYS. A COUPLE OF DAYS!!!!

Then I get HERE and my work emails are stuffed full of stupid. I just. I am still wondering why exactly it was that I left bed this morning. Nope, no idea.

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