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azurelunatic: Scissors cutting film. NaNoWriMo 2004 (Home Movies from the Cutting-Room Floor)
I was Feeling Not Quite The Thing into the afternoon, and fell over for a nap sufficiently substantial that I had nearly no time to run the errands I'd planned to. I was going to meet up with Guide Dog Aunt for a movie this evening. (Wednesdays are no good: she has Boat that night. Boat is her granddog. Boat has enough German Shepherd to be a terror.)

I started having what may have been hot flashes over the weekend. Small ones. (Mumble) did the responsible-and-helpful thing (genuinely) and poked me to poke the doctor's office about it. I emailed. (They called me at fuck o'clock on Monday morning, left a voicemail saying I should call them, but just in case because I'd said that the phone was "hard" -- I'd said that the phone was the worst way for contact, in fact -- that they'd email too.) Their return email said that I should take my temperature twice a day, and if anything hit above 100F, to take my temperature an hour later, and call them immediately if it went over that.


Also, since I haven't had a child living with me in ... ages, I did not in fact have a functional thermometer.

It turns out that iPods do not like playlists with All The Stuff on it. And that turning off podcast syncing will in fact empty the iPod of all podcasts. This means that re-syncing takes about an hour, if it's the old-style thing and you've got about 5-6 gigs of audio to get back on the thing.

So just as my aunt was finding a parking space, I rolled in with my new thermometer and some cold groceries to put away. We then zipped off to the library to find some movies of mutual interest.

On the way, I gave her the update on the Latest Information On My Social Life. This included a super awkward conversationsecurity: filtered about a delicate topicsecurity: filtered, lasting basically until we got through the library doors, and commencing again once we left. *facepalm* Family, gentlefolks. Honesty can be helpful. Honesty can also be utterly embarrassing.

I had not, in fact, seen Pride and Prejudice, though I have certainly read the book. Guide Dog Aunt thinks Matthew Macfadyen resembles a young Dylan Moran, and I can see the resemblance.

IRC on the iPad, and a keyboard in my pocket, kept me moderately chatty with the usual suspect(s) during quieter moments of the movie.

The house is in moderate chaos. The solar panels are on the roof; tomorrow's the day when all the electricity gets shut off in order to hook those in. (I registered a charger for some electric vehicle or other. I think Woodworking Uncle may have a new toy.) Guide Dog Aunt's kitchen is getting renovated hardcore. There are boxed-up appliances shoved in the parlor, and the two big chairs have been replaced by something a little less murderous on the back.

As I headed out, I saw a familiar black-and-white striped rump and tail disappearing under the porch. My aunt had thought that the underside of the house had been rendered sufficiently inaccessible to skunk-kind. Apparently not. And she's got Boat (the shepherd with no chill) tomorrow. Fortunately she's got about a gallon of skunk-wash on hand...

Next doctor's appointment is Tuesday morning, in Oakland. [personal profile] quartzpebble plans to meet me there, for backup.
azurelunatic: The Space Needle by night. Slightly dubious photography. (Default)
Perhaps Doctor Mrs. Uncle Davy is not my favorite person in the world. (She made a point of telling me that my nice black lacy party skirt was "girly", and upon my dubious look, insisted that "lace is girly!" I found something to do which was out of the RV.)

Uncle Davy has a tiny mop-dog, as if Gabrielle had been hit by a shrink-ray and had rolled in some spilled coffee. The dog has a Tile chip on her collar, and a bell, because she will crawl into remote corners of the house (Uncle Davy and Doctor Mrs. Uncle Davy's house) to take a nap and no-one can find her. Uncle Davy's keys are likewise Tile'd. The Tile only tells you the rough geographic area, so the bell is necessary so you can hear when she moves.

Read more... )
azurelunatic: Parental Advisory: I Say [animated changing curse word] A Lot (fuck)
Guide Dog Aunt threw a game night on Saturday. It took me a little longer to get ready than I'd hoped, but I did get over there. There was a Cards Against Humanity game in progress, and I was dealt in.

My aunt is all about the house rules that say that the purpose of the game is to have fun, so there were a few un-fun cards quietly put in with the used cards. Another common house rule is that if you don't know what it is (or don't admit to knowing what it is) you don't have to play it. Some people chose to ask things like "Who's Michael Bay? What's 'queefing'?" and many people were enlightened. "I didn't know there was a word for that!"

"What's Harry Potter erotica?"
"Well, when someone loves the Harry Potter books a lot, and writes little stories..."
"Oh! ... How do you know these things?"

One of the people who was new to the game was enticed in to play just one round, for the second go. By the second time we had got around the table, she was gleefully choosing a slightly weaker card, out of kindness to the current czar.

I won one hand by pairing "In this world there is nothing certain but death and ____" with "Soup that is too hot." Guide Dog Aunt agreed mightily.

It came time to cease partying, and everybody went home. I stuck around to help clean up all the fun, and with three people working at it, it was fairly quick. I caught up with my aunt, and then went home and went to bed.


Apr. 17th, 2013 12:20 am
azurelunatic: The Space Needle by night. Slightly dubious photography. (Default)
It's been a bit of a rough patch.

My aunt's wonderful old black lab Deacon, who had been raised as a guide dog puppy but washed out due to cataracts, had his final vet visit last week. Before spending time around him, I'd had a phobia of dogs entirely justified by spending my childhood in Alaska with lots of part-wolf sled dogs that might accidentally eat a small child. He was a good dog.

It's actually amazingly hard to get your hands on the same bit of reliable consumer electronics over the course of a few years. This I learned when I tried to replace my lost bluetooth headset. It turns out that the Plantronics headset with the little loop on the speaker fits my ear, when the Jawbone unit with a similar loop does not. This is because the Plantronics loop is flexible, and the Jawbone one is mostly rigid. The process of trying to track down the device that I wanted involved two retail outlets and an inordinate hold time. Also, I am not willing to compromise on the requirement for voice dialing. My phone allows voice dialing, so all the headset has to do is to get out of the way. You'd think that this would not be an esoteric requirement.

I would like to go to YAPC:NA, but I have yet to figure out for sure if I can. This was the particular thing last night that led to some notable moments of woe. I had let myself get my hopes up, you see, and then reality in the form of my budget intruded.

Boston. Read more... )

I hate my stupid hormones, which caused me to entirely delaminate for a while last night until Pandora played my song, which convinced me that maybe the whole universe was not entirely horrible, and then I did nice things for myself to aid in recovery.

I dropped by my aunt's tonight, to see how she was doing and let her borrow the book I'd just got done with. My aunt was glad to see me, and my thought that the book would be better sooner rather than later was spot on. She has been re-reading Pterry. I left her a few author recommendations as well. Macdonald Hall, anyone?

Tomorrow morning, early-ish, I have a meeting with the devs building the thing that I swear at more loudly and less frequently. We have a list of demands asks entirely reasonable requests. They have provided labor estimates. Based on the actual woe, the labor estimates, an assumption of the hours of labor we're going to get, and some very valid questions, I have sorted the list thus:

Red: Priority 1
Yellow: Stretch goal
Blue checkered: What the blue-checkered fuck

Some of the blue-checkered items are also red.
azurelunatic: Quill writing the initials 'JL' on a paper.  (quill)
A note on formatting: the pipe, '|', is used to denote multiple instances of the same person. The slash, '/', is used to denote pairings.


Immediate: I have mother/father, and sister. Mama and Dad live in Alaska (where I grew up); Tay-Tay has moved to Seattle, where she lives with her consort. She is younger. She plays violin in several bands. (She plays other instruments too.)

Guide Dog Aunt is local to me, a few minutes away by car, and is my aunt by way of being the youngest sister of Dad. She is a bit of a mother hen, tiny, hilarious, loves (and trains) dogs (her current dogs are the four-year-old "blue" (smoke-grey) Standard Poodle, Dazzle ("the poodle", or "Poodle! stop humping!"), and the 11-going-on-12-year-old Black (turning white around the edges) Lab, Deacon, who is not allowed to hump/be humped anymore because his joints are starting to go), tangoes, gardens, and is generally excellent. She is married with two boys, both now with their bachelor's degrees. The older one (and the 5th-youngest of all my cousins, also the family member closest to me in age aside from my sister) is my Infamous Cousin [livejournal.com profile] raranax, who is best known for The Chocolate Penis Saga, but also makes a habit of supplying me with every hilarious and needs-titanium-eyespork thing he can find on the internet.

This is going to get long. )
azurelunatic: A red and yellow fruit. Caption: Omnishippers have fever fruit goggles (omnishipper)
4:51 PM 4/22/2010
Have succeeded at Farmers' Market: tasty tasty strawberries, tasty tasty peas, tasty tasty kettle corn. THEY'RE BACK GUYS. :D :D :D

(There was this tedious saga involving something like zoning regulations being enforced unevenly and not entirely sanely ((do not have all details and the ones I was told went ZIP in-one-ear-out-the-other)), and the kettle corn guys got told that they couldn't make their kettle corn on site. Which was more than half the appeal. And they could do it at every other market just not this one. Finally shit got cleared up. Dude said that people were so very excited, and one lady was jumping up and down. Upon getting my kettle corn, I skipped away, cane and all.)

[livejournal.com profile] novembersmith wrote a shiny fusion of Temeraire and Generation Kill, putting some of the marines from GK in the Temeraire universe on dragons. <3_<3 (link is in my Delicious and I'm feeling lazy)

Soon: walk with aunt
Then: TV night yay!

1:32 AM 4/23/2010
Even the least-important, simplest changes are necessary from an organizational standpoint as long as there are trainee developers who need an introduction to working on the code. Or experienced people who need to do something productive but mindless.

3:05 AM 4/23/2010
Very happy to say that aunt reported that she heard back from the vet, and it was not the malignant growth they thought it might have been in the poodle's mouth. So once the poodle recovers from the indignity of having patches of his mouth surgically removed, the poodle should enjoy many more years of being offended about this and that.

TV, with spoily stuff )

Speaky-cat was a bit bitey! He also was not Mr. Nice-Smelling for a while. Asterix managed to total a pair of headphones by running through them. I crocheted on the black-and-white project, which attracted all sorts of feline attention. Yarn will do that. Speaky-cat is so soft and pretty, so we love him anyway. (Ditto Asterix. Oh Basement Cat. <3)

I invented a new way to cause myself accidental and oh-god-I-am-never-doing-that-again pain! Attempt to mimic the hand positions of cartoon characters. I moved my thumb. I think I feel it in my *shoulder*. OH GOD OW, DO NOT DO THAT, I DID IT, AND I'M TELLING YOU, DON'T.

11:37 AM 4/23/2010
Dreamwidth stuff: [personal profile] yvi has a poll on features people are using: http://yvi.dreamwidth.org/134597.html

1:34 AM 4/24/2010
Powered through a good number of suggestions today. Had difficulties until I figured out how to fix them.

It was all kinds of happy windy out! Went with a walk with my aunt and Deacon down by the pier. Drewface called to chew me out for contaminating his dreams with mythbuster!Glambert. Then the LF called, and I talked to him for a bit, and Sis. I'll try and call tomorrow and just chatter.

Had dinner with my aunt, watched Scotland, PA, which was completely bizarre.

Came home and chattered with Drewface about stuff.

11:01 AM 4/24/2010
There is a Glee drinking game: http://flavorwire.com/83330/flavorpills-official-glee-drinking-game

4:43 PM 4/24/2010
Signal-boost: Get Mathsie Home.
azurelunatic: Chickens saying "Cluck Cluck Your Mother's" (cluck)
12:12 AM 4/21/2010
Tonight during Glee, I traumatized IRC with a Luc Valvona song. :D :D :D :D
(Most of the Fishies know what I'm talking about here. Some of you may not. Heh. Heh.)

Perhaps it is a bit windy outside. I hear some banging. Earlier, there was hail. (Hail now makes me smile sweetly and look distant, due to the "DO YOUR WORST!!!" incident. Sweetie, if you yell that at the sky, I don't care if it's Arizona, your ass deserved that hail, darling.) (Insert linked memory of Voltaire-related shenanigans here.)

12:16 AM 4/21/2010
My head is a broken search engine. Tonight, Madonna's "Borderline" made me giggle inappropriately, because my head has associated "Borderline" with a song by a different band, and now the word itself has ... connotations. TURN AROUND AND TAKE MY HAND.

7:27 AM 4/21/2010
So last night I had a long and complicated dream involving god knows what-all. As I was waking up, we and everyone were at some kind of show, and there was some kind of danger, and people (again unspecified, but some were) were thinking about the best way to get the word out, and it turned out that the best way to get the word out was via the Mythbusters. Adam was there, and Jamie was there too, and Jamie had a secret Twitter account that no-one was supposed to know about.

See, we'd just apprehended this guy who had met Stacey at a sushi restaurant, took one look at her general beauty and her legs, and fell for her and (because he was also crazy) basically started stalking her, Read more... )

8:23 AM 4/21/2010
There was apparently another power outage Read more... )

12:25 AM 4/22/2010
I should mention the state of the current Dog Issues. Deacon (the black lab) is still somewhat creaky, but when properly medicated, he's mostly ok except for distance and stairs.

Dazzle (the poodle) was at the vet or somewhere ... the day before yesterday? ... and they noticed something in his mouth that might be nothing and might be some sort of cancer. They removed two things from his mouth. My aunt is quietly freaking out. And the poodle is resistant to being given pain pills, yet he needs them at this point.

Today's events included no walk, because it was amazingly windy (I love the wind, but my aunt does not), Read more... )

Even more meta is brewing in my head. You have been warned. :-P

Tomorrow: farmer's market.
azurelunatic: Cartoon Azz with messy blue hair in a bun, without their glasses, in a nightgown. (Azzsleep)
Yay, my aunt came by with a care package this morning: white grape juice, applesauce, rice cakes, saltine crackers, and chicken broth.

I have been keeping stuff down this morning.

I am also testing something here; please to comment?
Edit: ha, so this "Allow Comments? Don't E-mail" noise? Not working like it should.
azurelunatic: A spray of $CELEBRATORY_FIZZY_BEVERAGE from a beribboned bottle caught in the moment just after the cork pops. (bubbly)
My father called on the 3rd to wish me a happy birthday a bit early. Birthday wishes have been coming in all day for the past two days, and it makes me feel cherished. (My best friend even replied to an e-mail, which is not quite earth-shattering but certainly notable.) Wednesday night was a delightful small group birthday gathering with Star Trek, Love Songs, and many, many forms of dessert (including a somewhat shaken fruit tart like the 2005 one). (The night ended on a slightly scary note with a freaky BART stalker, but I got home safely.)

Very excitingly, I now share a birthday with not only my "twin" from elementary school, but also [livejournal.com profile] rizzo's new daughter! Congratulations!!

My aunt and I went to the farmers' market as is usual for Thursday mornings. I caught a bit of a nap while she collected lunch and stuff, then she picked me up and we headed for a little beach she'd found, dogs and all.

The beach had cellphone reception about as bad as my cellphone reception at home, so joining [livejournal.com profile] zarhooie's birthday songs on my voicemail was another message from my father.

We spread out towels and had sandwiches and lounged in the sun. We both had books. The dogs found their own entertainment. Deacon was mostly drooling on things. The poodle decided to say hello to everyone, and eventually found a golden retriever who was playing catchball with the sea, and there was much running around. Deacon knocked over the dog pop-up tent from the inside. He also got sand all over every wet part of his face, including the drool. He even found a dead seagull to roll in!

I got sand all over too, but happily not in places that no sand should be. My sunblock seemed to have been sufficient, so I am not toasted.

When we got back, my sister called! We chatted about this and that.

I didn't manage to get a call in to my best friend, and when I stopped saying that I'd have a moment later, it was too late. Ah well, there will be other days and other calls.

As always, this day is not wholly mine. I will never forget 1989. It has been 20 years now.
azurelunatic: Chocolate dessert, captioned No Artificial Shortages  (no artificial shortages)
(from [livejournal.com profile] theferrett's What is the best cake you've ever had? post, expanded somewhat)

Mama made almost all our cakes, from scratch. I wasn't even particularly aware that they sold cake mixes until much later. For the longest time, the traditional birthday cake was golden layer cake with white buttercream frosting, and/or whipped cream, and strawberries, until I expressed a preference for chocolate. Then it became chocolate cake (from the recipe on the back of the Hershey's cocoa powder box) with chocolate buttercream frosting.

Mama's relationship with baking cakes was complex. They were always delicious, but sometimes they fell apart. There were superstitions about how to get a cake to come out right, including "It's just a home cake," said in the cake's presence before turning it out of the pan, as a home cake was almost always perfect, and a cake to take somewhere else often came out with craters. (One frosted them back together, put the nicest layer on top, and took it anyway.)

For one of the birthdays of my teenage years (this may have been 1996), Mama had the standard two-layer chocolate cake with chocolate buttercream icing. As a joke, she had frosted it with white buttercream chicken tracks and a Hershey's kiss, because we had chickens (the batch of four Egyptian Fayoumi, teenaged) in the bathroom at the time.

We had been out all day at Suzuki Institute, and came home to see that the entryway was *trashed*, with chicken droppings all over, and the chickens sitting innocently in their box in the bathroom, with the netting pushed to the side. Who, them?

The wreckage proved to be mostly confined to the square of light from the bathroom door and a bit up the stairs. The cake was untouched, and was now doubly hilarious.

Another excellent cake was the Enterprise. It was huge, and kind of weird-shaped, and lumpy, and blueish where it should have been grey, but it was nonetheless awesome. My virtual aunt made it, although for whose event I can't recall anymore.

Mama made the wedding cake for my virtual uncle and his (now ex) wife. It was some lovely golden cake with wild Alaskan cranberries in it, the sour kind that leave you spoiled for any domestic cranberries ever, with cream cheese frosting and little garnishes of fresh cranberries. I decided then and there that screw bakery cakes, I wanted this at my own wedding.

Then there was The Year of the Two Birthday Cakes (2005, in point of fact).

Grandma was going to the nursing home, so we were cleaning out the ancestral home. This was around the same time as my birthday, and my family decided that a late celebration was in order. I went out with Dawn for breakfast the day that the celebration was planned, and while we were out, I decided I might as well pick up a cake.

Now, Guide Dog Aunt is notorious about health food fads and general clean living, so I decided that I'd go for as healthy as possible a cake, and picked a gorgeous tart covered with fresh fruit (and glistening with sugar syrup, as it turned out). We returned, cake borne proudly, just as my aunt returned, proudly bearing a swanky bakery box.

We looked at each other, looked at our own parcels, and busted up laughing, then compared cakes. She'd got something that looked truly decadent, with a very smoothly frosted chocolate top with a chocolate fan garnish, and sides that had been browned in a checkerboard pattern. She'd been thinking of my tastes while I was thinking of hers.

We cut into both cakes that evening, and we had enough people that it was good we had as much cake as we did. My tart turned out to be filled with gooey and delicious custard, and her expensive fancy cake turned out to be dry and disappointing aside from the lovely chocolatey bits.
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Went to CA Science Academy. Fun, overstimulating, lots of photos on twitpic. Then Trader Joe's. Headache despite coffee.


Jan. 5th, 2009 12:20 am
azurelunatic: Warning sign: &quot;If there&#39;s a huge fuck-up call Todd&quot;; (huge fuck-up)
So my aunt's been trying to teach this shelter dog, Spence, some manners. See, she has this internship thing going on, and part of the internship is to train a dog, and include a before and after video. Her first dog, the Snowball from Hell, was a great trainee dog and took well to the training. However, her video skillz were not up to muster (the tape ran out on the camera) and she had to re-do. Thus, Spence.

When she brought Spence home for the evening a few days ago, [livejournal.com profile] raranax promptly dubbed him Shpanky.

The existing dogs do not get on with him so well. He's much improved: he used to jump up on people, barge through doors, nip, leap on furniture, and a host of other obnoxious little behaviors. Now, he merely does up-skirt nosing, tries to hump the poodle (my uncle says that the poodle only lets Deacon hump him because Deacon licks his dick first, and there is some merit to this observation), nips occasionally, stands on his hind legs but doesn't put his paws on people, sometimes puts his feet up on things, and sometimes takes a while to sit before going through a door.

(not) behaving (not) behaving
Shpanky the shelter dog outside
Bitey Shpanky. Bitey Shpanky.
The poodle puts up with a lot.

azurelunatic: The Space Needle by night. Slightly dubious photography. (Default)
Evaded having to explain figging to my aunt.
azurelunatic: the Golden Gate bridge.  (golden gate bridge)
Yesterday was a whole lot of not so much. My aunt and I were planning to go to http://www.calacademy.org/, but the parking situation looked dire enough that it seemed that everyone was there. (There was a great moment involving a bike-car and them passing another bike-car right in front of us; that got thumbs-up from us.) So we resolved to go another day. I was feeling mildly miserable due to not quite enough sleep, and the beginnings of a cold. We did stop in at the library, and I checked out some Thursday Next books, and proceeded to read them all afternoon.

Today may involve a raid on a 90% off sale, because my aunt needs pants and towels. Ph34r.
azurelunatic: Cordless phone showing a heart.  (phone)
So my aunt is doing an internship project involving dog training. Part of this project, part of it that she thought she was done with, was training a dog (including all the bells and whistles) and providing a 'before' and 'after' video of the dog.

Unfortunately, she turned the camera on, set it down, and then stuff happened and she had to deal with the present crisis instead of working with the dog on camera right then. And it recorded to the end of its little tape: the blank wall, and barking dogs. She then turned it off, right enough, but didn't notice (she's not, er, technical) and proceeded to "record" the before, and the after, on "but I am out of tape!!!"

So she located another SPCA dog in need of training, and tapped me as her videographer.

We got down there at a respectable hour given that she was up until 1 reading fic I'd pointed her at (Verity, a new remix of some old fairy tale scenarios) and playing with Google Calendar.

She worked with the dog. I taped.

Dawn called on the way home. Yay! She's been hella busy.

The 'before' video was uploaded with no problems. Hooray, me. I did have to make reference to the manual that I found online, however.

The dogs are both feeling better. They had recent vet trips. The poodle had a cyst removed from the back of his neck; Deacon got painkillers for his arthritis. Deacon merrily humped the poodle last night, so he's feeling a lot better. (The dogs appear, in the immortal words of my aunt, to be gay for each other. Though this doesn't say much considering some dogs will hump anything. Even if they're bitches, like that one guide dog puppy bitch who would try to hump Deacon's face when excited. UR DOIN' IT RONG.)

We went for a walk with the poodle on the beach. Sand is hard.

It's Sunday, so I called my best friend. Yay.

My aunt and I watched Wall-E. That was fun. I really don't keep current with movies anymore. When she brought in the video selection, I was able to unerringly pick out which videos she'd picked vs. which ones Spintherism had picked.

[livejournal.com profile] raranax got back in tonight. We immediately began chattering about this and that, which resulted in some interesting vaporware spun off from Uncle Davy's suggestion that I set up a porn recommendation site for the clickthrough. Note: the cheese board should not be used as a Spanky! Spanky! paddle for the poodle. (The Lab is OK though.) (No dogs were actually disturbed in this process, although the paddle should be washed even though it was only applied very lightly.)


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