Day in the life

Stayed up way late, then zonked out for a while. When I woke up around 1, I stumbled into the bathroom. As I was washing my hands, I noted a blur on the west wall above the shower. I know all the places where dark blurs are supposed to be, and that was not one of them. I asked hcolleen to please bring me the fly-swatter. As an afterthought, I also requested my glasses.

The oblong blur came into focus. "Hey, dude," said Gregor. "#@$!%," said I, and grabbed a washcloth and aimed the flyswatter carefully. Gregor was not injured by the whack, of course, and scurried for the nearest corner. Fortunately, the "nearest corner" was of the wall and the shower, and the washcloth was applied with great vigor. I called for a trash can, and decided that I did not even want to bother seeing if the washcloth could be salvaged. I sprayed the nearest cleaner-of-convenience onto the spot on the wall.

Went and gave plasma after a bit. On Monday, one of the random donors said hello to me (greeting me as The Lady in Black) and said that it was good to see me back. Evidently my presence is distinctive? The waiting room was nearly empty, and I was in and out. My pulse was on the borderline -- Mountain Dew in my applesauce was a bad plan, but not utterly horrible.

After I was done, I took the money and the rolled pennies to the bank. I got some laundry-quarters, and got the pennies changed to a more convenient format. Hooray for pennies!

trystan_laryssa turned out to be out. Story of our lives, eh? Her schedule/life have been all EEERNT for the past couple months.

Then there was group, and it was good. The rest of the group noticed that one of the new people was going all good and was having a great time, but then went all whisperquiet and looked like she wouldn't be back. Myself, I think I know what the trigger event was, because I was a little eepish myself, but all's well that ends well. I hope she does come back.

Dinner was fun. Turns out Andrea knows who Miles is! Glee! Our darling waiter is a hair-geek, we decided, though he left before we could tell him that.

Still working through the shipment of trashy novels from easalle the one time. They're great for the plasma place -- I don't have to worry about the movie, I don't have to worry about picking a good book that I feel like re-reading, and I don't have to worry if I should accidentally (or not-so-accidentally) leave it there.

There's been a nice rousing discussion of http panties, and the other possible codes besides what ThinkGeek has to offer. 100 is nicely helpful for when one's partner is taking off one's clothes. 206 would be amusing for someone with MRKH and a sense of humor about it. 300 has potential. 304 needs context. 402 can be found on the corner by the phone. (Context on that one is elusive, but is contained in my journal sometime between 2001 and 2004.) 405 is amusing. 410 would do for someone formerly female. 412 is the case for !Darkside, in my case. 503 should be done in dark red-brown, for those who have problems with that.

( freewill! )

Which describes how I'm feeling all the time

Best use ever of cellphone in traffic.

( The stuff what goes in my sidebar )

I have an AMD K6 II 500 processor, or at least that's what the sticker on it says. What can I do with it? (What should I do with it?)

Cloned beef! Vat soon, I hope.

Tea is not dehydrating!

figment0 stopped by when he did not see me today, to make sure I was OK. This led to him joining me in doing a spot of housecleaning -- I got the sink cleared out and dishes put away, and we both cleaned up the stove.

The bloody bit of furniture turned out to be Not In Stock in all the places we called. Alas! That bit most mightily. It might have been able to be ordered online, but shipping is a bitch. Amusingly, I'd been looking at a near-identical piece some months ago. Shelves instead. And by that time it was pretty late, alas.

The wee beastie that I'd thought was a Compaq isn't. And it's got a DVD drive. I'll be taking a gander at it a bit later on, perhaps Saturday or Sunday. I got a paper bag of random down to the laundry room, and I've two boxes that want stuff put in and taken out. (Actually, what I think I might do is use those to pack random stuff to the con, as I've a reasonable amount of random that I might want to share out, and a con is a marvelous place for taking care of random brandy and so forth. ...and actually, taking a look at my liquor cabinet, most of it is either stuff I want to have on hand or soda. And I've been having about a drink a week to start taking care of some of this stuff.)

Tonight's random drink is: livewire with triple sec, garnished with cinnamon-sugar. It's surprisingly tasty! I cannot taste the alcohol in it. Which might only be my defective taste buds, but still.