Feb. 16th, 2003
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ldymusyc, who is, I believe, originally of the good Academy, would now be hanging at the Grey Side. *giggle*
Sith do *not* sing karaoke. Nope. Not unless they're very, very drunk.
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Sith do *not* sing karaoke. Nope. Not unless they're very, very drunk.
Grumble, grumble, grouch.
Feb. 16th, 2003 09:09 amSo I wake up and find leftovers sitting out in the kitchen and living room. Cold, nasty fries with ketchup that is beginning to dry to the plate in the kitchen, and more of the same cold nasty on the baking sheet with dried ranch instead.
My grump is threefold.
First. Thou shalt put away or throw out leftovers lest they become nast.
Second. Thou shalt at least make an attempt at rinsing dishes lest they become nast, let alone not putting dishes in the sink (okay, the sink was full, but the baking tray in the living room?). (Second-and-a-half, I realize I was not keeping up my end of the dishes yesterday, however, no one else stepped in and unloaded the dish washer, even, and I put those in on Friday.)
Third. I like fries. (I do see that there is another bag of them in the (alarmingly empty) freezer.) It makes me very unhappy when I am left out of treats. I am mildly grumped when there is something good that everyone eats all gone that happens when I'm out of the house or unconscious, but that's excusable. It was good; it got eaten all gone. I am grumped with the inexcusability of it when there is something yummy that gets made when I'm out or out of it, and there would have been enough left over for me had it not been sitting out all night...
[Edit: All is good. Everybody was having a Day of Nast yesterday. Today is Bitchy Witchy Week.]
My grump is threefold.
First. Thou shalt put away or throw out leftovers lest they become nast.
Second. Thou shalt at least make an attempt at rinsing dishes lest they become nast, let alone not putting dishes in the sink (okay, the sink was full, but the baking tray in the living room?). (Second-and-a-half, I realize I was not keeping up my end of the dishes yesterday, however, no one else stepped in and unloaded the dish washer, even, and I put those in on Friday.)
Third. I like fries. (I do see that there is another bag of them in the (alarmingly empty) freezer.) It makes me very unhappy when I am left out of treats. I am mildly grumped when there is something good that everyone eats all gone that happens when I'm out of the house or unconscious, but that's excusable. It was good; it got eaten all gone. I am grumped with the inexcusability of it when there is something yummy that gets made when I'm out or out of it, and there would have been enough left over for me had it not been sitting out all night...
[Edit: All is good. Everybody was having a Day of Nast yesterday. Today is Bitchy Witchy Week.]
Imagery for the morning
Feb. 16th, 2003 09:29 amFrom
calligrafiti: "...the birds are aggressively mugging my bird feeder..."
Yep. Sounds like birds to me. And, if my memories are correct, each other as well, flittering and squawking and pecking and displaying the worst violent inclinations of the species, like suburban moms in the mall on Christmas Eve.
Nature is not kind and gentle. Watch a cheetah. Look at a thunderstorm. When male birds sing in defense of their territories, understand it as an opera in a foreign language, with a translation running something like this: "Yo momma sucked my cock this morning, and if you come over here to give me any shit about it, I'm gonna kick your punk ass."
Chickens are vicious cannibals, by the way. The only thing I've come across that are more cruel than chickens are middle-school girls.
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Yep. Sounds like birds to me. And, if my memories are correct, each other as well, flittering and squawking and pecking and displaying the worst violent inclinations of the species, like suburban moms in the mall on Christmas Eve.
Nature is not kind and gentle. Watch a cheetah. Look at a thunderstorm. When male birds sing in defense of their territories, understand it as an opera in a foreign language, with a translation running something like this: "Yo momma sucked my cock this morning, and if you come over here to give me any shit about it, I'm gonna kick your punk ass."
Chickens are vicious cannibals, by the way. The only thing I've come across that are more cruel than chickens are middle-school girls.
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Talked with Dawn
Feb. 16th, 2003 10:21 amDawn called, and I caught her up on how stuff is going around here. Well, almost. I got as far as Darkside's flat tire, and my phrasing wsa enough to make her start choking with laughter, probably crying, and she had to get off the phone very quickly.
Yeah, it was that funny.
It's always good to hear from her.
Yeah, it was that funny.
It's always good to hear from her.
I love working with professionals.
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I love having an extra two pairs of hands.
United ruling from the grown-ups: Little Fayoumis dribbling the ball inside Temple Raven Moon is a no-no. He dribbles a little too hard, and knocks things over.
Thus spake
marxdarx,
azurelunatic, and
votania.
Thus spake
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Household Stuff
Feb. 16th, 2003 02:41 pm- Swept porch
- Put away dishes
- Did dishes
- Cleaned cat box
- Ground the spearmint that's been sitting on top of the fridge for months
- Came up, with some prompting from
sithjawa, with a decent comic name
- Hung up leather trench coat
- Made evil oregano/spearmint tea
Fwd: Mammogram Exercises
Feb. 16th, 2003 03:11 pmNote: I, personally, have never had one, so I don't know how accurate this is. But Lady Malfoy was grouching to me about the process in terms firm enough to make me guess that it's close...
( Mammogram Exercises )
( Mammogram Exercises )
When it's up, this should be cool.
Feb. 16th, 2003 03:21 pmI shall re-visit it.
http://www.dandelionstudios.com/
http://www.dandelionstudios.com/