45 tweets for 2011-3-23

In the last 24 hours, I posted the following to Twitter:

• Tuesday, 0631: Figured out inexplicable knee problem: sleeping wrong.
• Tuesday, 0958: @katelinnea Switch it up, see if they have So You Want To Be A Wizard.
• Tuesday, 1002: @druidsfire To signify agreement, probably.
• Tuesday, 1003: RT @racheline_m: Am not allowed to write Doctor Who/Glee crossover in which Kurt tries to give Eleven a makeover & Jack tries to sleep w ...
• Tuesday, 1010: @coffeechica Oh no!
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(Old stuff: December 28-30) The Masculinity vs. the Desk Chair

12:47 PM 12/28/2010
Commenced on a rant about a thing I have termed the "anti-chivalry brigade". It got long.

Went on a walk with aunt. Had a cheerful night in with her. She was ready for a website! I dug up the thing that I'd been poking at when I had suggested one to her. I swore at it a lot.


December 29:
There was internetting! I would like to investigate alcohol-infused whipped cream.

There was talk of a marmfish castle rental retreat.

There was a MythBusters marathon on TV. Yay! Having watched enough of it, I can now identify all the voices of all the MythBusters without seeing their faces. Plus the voiceover guy. Yay!


2:33 PM 12/30/2010
Despite thinking that I might sleep through it, went to farmers' market with my aunt. Haul:
Celery
Tomato
Onion
pears
apple
kiwi
"my spiky darlings" (artichokes)
We then went to Target. Whee! Got a first-aid kit for my tote bag, given that I tend to be the den mother for people.

Embarrassing moments in Being Azz: when you buy a bottle of juice (glass bottle) and drink part of it that night, and resolve to finish it the next morning, possibly while waiting for aunt to get done at farmers' market ... and then you don't drink it while waiting ... and then you're in Target, and you're pulling out your tote bags ... and the bottle was on top of the tote bags, and goes crashing to the floor, spraying juice and glass everywhere? Aiiii. But at least they have some really awesome spill-cleanup absorbent powder. It's amazing.

I wrote up the manual for the horrible headset I got. It was really horrible.

I got frustrated with my horrible desk chair situation (old chair, which had been disintegrating for a while, finally went kaput at the very end of NaNo) and went on a rampage to a Fry's Electronics in search of a new one. While waiting to be served, I had a chat with a guy who is convinced that a lot of the littering done in the area of a few states is the work of one dedicated griefer. Interesting thought. I taught him the word "griefer", because it was missing from his vocabulary.

I'd parked in a spot reasonably close to the entrance, and also reasonably not blocked in by other cars, since one of the things that really annoys me is having to park between too-close other cars. It was also right in front of the cart corral. When I came out with my cart with the big chair-box in it (and also the three-way plug to make power-disagreements in my car a thing of the past, and the battery for R. Daneel, and the blessed little cone-shaped ear cushion for the fucking headset) I found that the cart corral was actually pointed the other way from what I thought it would be, and my car was blocking its entrance. This made a certain kind of sense, since the parking lot was on a hill, but ... argh! Could not they have put it on the other side, in the space that I was in?

I was sore, from having stood too long waiting. I was mildly cranky. I was determined. I did not feel like walking from my car with the cart to find another place to safely shove it.

So I lifted that damn cart up, got its bottom on the rail of the corral, then lowered it into the corral. Hah.

Then I realized that oh: my masculinity had come out to play again, huh. I left a message for Khas and Amber with the complete giggles: I had just done this ultimately useless but intensely macho thing!

I refueled the car and myself, and drove home. Once home, I realized that I'd burned all my lifting-heavy-shit-fu for the day on lifting the cart. (My masculinity started sulking about that.) So I rolled the box, like a square wheel, from my car to my door. Hooray, physics.

New Year's Eve (only nearly four months late!)

Against certain parts of my better judgment, I had added someone I used to know in 1999/2000 on Facebook. Since then, she'd got ... well, her husband and my evil-ex were friends. There was a certain amount of Christian conservatism going on there. When Mama and I stopped by when I was visiting home some years back, we'd both been quietly horrified. I stopped talking with her after she sent me the email forward about Christians wanting school prayer being OMG SO HORRIBLY OPPRESSED. So the YOU CAN DEFEAT SATAN BY READING YOUR BIBLE!!! Facebook status meme should not have been that much of a surprise. I swore to post something frivolous and/or openly pagan for every scary-conservative thing she posted.

My aunt had asked if I wanted to go to a New Year's game party; she'd been invited +1, and usually her +1 would have been Guide Dog Uncle, but he was off skiing or otherwise not interested, so I was next up. I thought it could be fun, and went.

I was very glad that I did. There were a lot of people there, many of whom I'd met at the craft-and-chat session. First up was a round or two of Bananagrams. This was excellent fun. Then Balderdash, which we played by house rules -- no real scoring, a category of the player's choice, and there were votes for hilarious as well as presumed-factual.

( Rules. )

Somehow something involving the rear end of a rabbit got to be a thing, so there were all sorts of rear-end jokes, and then there was a crack about the rear end of a VW rabbit, and then --

( Sophomoric humor ensued. )

The rest of the game was still excellent, and hilarious, but that had been the high point of hilarity, and nothing else quite matched up.

There was an attempt to do some game of speed charades, which involved a film-clapper device and four cards, and one was to act out the thing before the card was made to disappear. But there were technical difficulties, and that broke up around midnight when there was champagne to be had and counting down to be done. As one does, I greeted Twitter from my phone. The party house was more of a dead spot than my own apartment, and I got bits and snatches of Twitter. Somewhat frustrating.

The party dissolved shortly after, quite a success.