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Dec. 3rd, 2002

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Dec. 3rd, 2002 12:33 am
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Votania got her hands on a copy of Boondock Saints. We're going to wind up buying a copy, because it just kicks that much ass.

Thank you, Shawn, for recommending it to me; thank you, [livejournal.com profile] digitalambience, for sharing it with me that first time.
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...that I'm getting more and more gorgeous.

I think it's the hair. Weight's been creeping off for a while, but I've been maintaining, and I just get prettier.

That, and the whole strega thing.


Tried that out in Walmart today. Yep. Confidence, et cetera.
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(cue Mortal Kombat soundtrack)

The Yule season, that is.

This year, we're doing things in far more of a prepared, logical, and sane fashion than last year, mostly because we know what we're doing [take off every zig]. Oppose this to last year, where we both had ideas in mind, but I am rather certain that they did not get carried out in any sort of sane and/or logical fashion.

Last year, we had a rather large tree. This year, we're just going for a small one. Real, of course. Last year, we had a riot of ornaments. This year, we're going for a rather more elegant tree, sacrificing variety for hanging only the loveliest, most color-coordinated, and significant things on the tree. Blue lights (maybe some white, we'll see), silver and blue and purple balls, and a sprinkling of nifty other things, including the blue and silver tinsel garland.

The rest of the house, of course, will be decked up to Kether. [livejournal.com profile] votania and I are gleefully strewing holiday abandon about. We have her window decked with the gold tinsel garland from last year, the patio doors with ditto, and some of the louder, yet still quasi-tasteful, plastic balls from last year dangling from that garland. The front door will have more of the gold garland, this time with the festive yet collectively gawdawful little glittery drums hanging from it.

All shall be good.

We tested the lights. We tossed the bad ones. We need to get spare bulbs to fill in the gaps in the string of bubble lights (which will not be going on the tree). The bubble light that didn't light was also the one that broke and leaked All! Over! Everything!, and the silver loose icicle tinsel in the box didn't help much either. Fortunately, the white iridescent icicle tinsel was contained in its original packing, and I thus pretended to be Storm for a little bit, before looking in the mirror and deciding that while Halle Berry can pull off that look just fine, I can't.

Loose tinsel is an anti-gift from the gods, especially with one damn cat around, and we're never using it again. We still have that package of white iridescent tinsel, though, and it would be a shame to waste it. Therefore, [livejournal.com profile] votania's mother, who hates the stuff, should get the joy of it, should we use some of it to glitter up the packages we give to the gemstone trio.

The business portion of my day was begun with a trip to WalMart, which turned into a bit of a trip to the Spectrum Mall. Dinner was the first point of order, though we had to drag Nephew away from the toy shops, and [livejournal.com profile] votania away from some of the other cool things. After finishing a decent dinner (broccoli beef over fried rice on my part, washed down with chocolate-covered-cherry Dairy Queen blender monstrosity and lactose-digestion pills) we marched on WalMart to get the recipt books that [livejournal.com profile] votania needs for her budding necklace business. (Insert shameless plug here...)

At this point, we all discovered that we needed to visit the shrine of that infamous Porcelain God. Not food poisoning, just... too much soda. Naturally, the bathrooms we headed to first were closed for cleaning.

After that, we found what we needed (her reciepts, my wrist brace) and then headed on to that far more important spot of stuff to take care of: Yule! We wound up with a box of lights, a tin of popcorn, the pretty silver/blue garland, probably some assorted randoms that I am forgetting, and UHF on DVD.

We got home slightly before nine, and proceeded to put the small monkey to bed. We hauled out the old couch (we'd had two, the first said goodbye for Mabon, and this one wasn't in much better shape), then hauled the Yule/holiday box out of the storage shed, which entailed removing all the gifts stashed away in there, some of [livejournal.com profile] marxdarx's paintings, his easel, a shelf, the cardboard bricks, and assorted other things before we could unearth said Yule box. It was double struggle to get everything back in.

What a mess.

Lights and decorations are still strewn all over the floor. Somehow, [livejournal.com profile] votania and I got caught up in watching Boondock Saints, and only resumed our frenetic scurryings afterwards, with a bit less vim and vigor.


Now, I finish my soup, and I go to bed. I won't have homework due until Wednesday, thank gods.
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When asked how many races there are, and can you name them, to say, "At least four: human, elvish, dwarf, hobbit...oh, and orc; that makes five" marks one as a geek.

And then you double-take and realize that the question must have been more aimed at answers like you'd find on the demographics portion of a survey. Ooops.

Klingon, too.

I tend to lump most of the races from the classic Federation together, and see the Klingon/Romulan political... thing, as separate. 'Ni confuse race with nationality in head. Bad 'Ni.
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What, exactly, is meant when someone is referred to as "a jammy cow"?
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Went through Nephew's huge box of toys with him, and managed to figure out that he played with less than half the volume of the toys in the box. The gawdawful racing-noise-thing went, thankfully. No yelling or screaming or even sniffling. Giving away the things he doesn't play with to people who will play with them, getting rid of things that are broken, and making room in his toy box so he can keep all the things that Santa gives him.

Dream:

Dec. 3rd, 2002 06:46 pm
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Dreamed that I was in a very large apartment complex, and that they were having a dinner of salad and pizza and festive games and stuff for the college students. Mama and Ginger and Ginger's whole family had shown up in the apartment. There was a baby cockroach from Chernobyl scuttering into the house, and Ginger was protecting it, so I eventually shooed it outside. I was a college student, so I went out and sat at the table.

They had all sorts of offers, for stuff we could try for free, or they could pay us to try stuff, or they could pay us if we won games. I was busy doing that and enjoying dinner when someone I knew from LJ, or thought I knew from LJ, came up and told me that my ex-fiance needed to talk to me.

My immediate reaction, while Not Pretty, was stifled, and I finally agreed to meet up with him: in a chat program.

I had thought that this guy was my friend, but he went back to BJ and told him that he could see why BJ disliked me so much because I was so toxic that he could barely stand the three minutes he was with me.

I was insulted, and tried to figure out what went wrong, and then got it: the reminder of BJ brought up all the negative emotions from everything that went on, so gods help me but I was toxic -- within the aura of BJ. Without his presence, I'm just fine.

Ghaaaa.

Dec. 3rd, 2002 06:51 pm
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It would kind of help if I got the notice about this year's IEEE whatsit at a time of day when I'd read it before it started at 6 pm.

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Dec. 3rd, 2002 11:40 pm
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My new linux box has finally named itself. I've been calling him (yep, male) "the new guy" for a while.

While on the phone with [livejournal.com profile] sithjawa, I realized that his name was Neo.


I may start referring to [livejournal.com profile] marxdarx's computer that's Neo's twin as Trinity. We'll then need to build a big, badass linux box named Morpheous, of course.

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