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| Friday, July 25th, 2008 | | 12:20 pm |
Hooray for Venn Diagrams! Especially when they're interactive Venn Diagrams about the current administration's scandals! | | Thursday, July 24th, 2008 | | 9:29 am |
Things about Project Runway: --Pre-Melanoma Don Knotts' dress is going to be hard to make. That said, not horrible (says me, with absolutely no clue what I'm talking about). He is desperately trying to be this season's Christian with his whole "holla atcha boy" thing, which you occasionally see him mumbling halfheartedly into other conversations. Speaking of Christian, I caught Tim referring to something as a "hot mess" last night. *sigh* --Also, giving up completely on any pretext at originality, Seth thinks that Suede needs to A) use a real name and B) stop referring to himself in third person. Wackadoodle. --I give Korto two more episodes before she has a nervous breakdown. Her dress looked like a 57 chevy or one of those other old cars with lots of fins. --I like what'shername from Columbus, OH. Kelli? Kenley seems pretty cool, too. --So Tiny Cher wants to make everything out of leather. Why is she even there? She also dresses like an extra from Beetlejuice. --There are three women that I more or less can't tell apart, except that one looks a bit like a librarian and one looks a bit like Winona Ryder. --Actually, most of the guys are kind of white-noise-ish for me, too, except Jerrell's bitchy-queen-waiting-to-explode thing, Joe's sheepish I'm-a-40-year-old-dad thing and Wesley's Daisy-Dukes-with-crocs-and-a-seersucker-j acket thing, which looks like he should be sailboating on his family's compound in Maine. Dude. And on that note, I'm hongry. | | 9:20 am |
Ooh. Yummy. This has looked pretty inevitable ever since the iPhone came out. Want. | | Wednesday, July 23rd, 2008 | | 8:27 am |
Oh, yay.
While eating my breakfast, I was doing my usual thing of following links until I get to the end of the internets on whatever subject I'm following. Somehow, reading about random geographical things led to "Intelligent" Design, which led to wikipedia articles about religious parodies, which naturally led to the Flying Spaghetti Monster. I hadn't read anything about FSM for a few years, and since the last time I read them, they've come up with their version of the ten commandments, the Eight "I'd Really Rather You Didn't"s:
1. I'd really rather you didn't act like a sanctimonious holier-than-thou ass when describing my noodly goodness. If some people don't believe in me, that's okay. Really, I'm not that vain. Besides, this isn't about them so don't change the subject.
2. I'd really rather you didn't use my existence as a means to oppress, subjugate, punish, eviscerate, and/or, you know, be mean to others. I don't require sacrifices, and purity is for drinking water, not people.
3. I'd really rather you didn't judge people for the way they look, or how they dress, or the way they talk, or, well, just play nice, okay? Oh, and get this into your thick heads: woman = person. man = person. Samey = Samey. One is not better than the other, unless we're talking about fashion and I'm sorry, but I gave that to women and some guys who know the difference between teal and fuchsia.
4. I'd really rather you didn't indulge in conduct that offends yourself, or your willing, consenting partner of legal age AND mental maturity. As for anyone who might object, I think the expression is "go fuck yourself," unless they find that offensive in which case they can turn off the TV for once and go for a walk for a change.
5. I'd really rather you didn't challenge the bigoted, misogynistic, hateful ideas of others on an empty stomach. Eat, then go after the bitches.
6. I'd really rather you didn't build multi million-dollar synagogues / churches / temples / mosques / shrines to my noodly goodness when the money could be better spent (take your pick):
--Ending poverty
--Curing diseases
--Living in peace, loving with passion, and lowering the cost of cable
I might be a complex-carbohydrate omniscient being, but I enjoy the simple things in life. I ought to know. I AM the creator.
7. I'd really rather you didn't go around telling people I talk to you. You're not that interesting. Get over yourself. And I told you to love your fellow man, can't you take a hint?
8. I'd really rather you didn't do unto others as you would have them do unto you if you are into, um, stuff that uses a lot of leather/lubricant/vaseline. If the other person is into it, however (pursuant to #4), then have at it, take pictures, and for the love of Mike, wear a CONDOM! Honestly, it's a piece of rubber. If I didn't want it to feel good when you did it I would have added spikes, or something.
Oh, if only those were part of the ten commandments. The world would be SUCH a better place.
And on that note, it's time for some laundry. | | Saturday, July 19th, 2008 | | 1:34 am |
We went to P-town early....
.....and we came home early. The conversation this afternoon went something like this:
Me: It's hot.
Mark from York: Oppressively hot.
Me: I have to admit, I'm not really looking forward to marinating in my own sweat at "tea". They were bragging last night about how they're expecting record numbers at "tea". It's hot, and there's no breeze to cool things down.
My Mark: How about we wait to go to "tea" until about 6:30, when the whole deck is in the shade?
Me: Hmmm. Maybe, although I kind of think I might just hang out here.
Mark: Well, I'll probably only end up having maybe one drink....
Me: I wasn't planning to drink at all, since we're planning to get up so early to drive home.
Mark: Hmmm.
Me: I figure I should try to get as much sleep as I can, since I'm not sleeping well in this bed. [suddenly John Malkovich speaks up in my head with the line from Dangerous Liaisons, "....on this, if memory serves, rather purgatorial sofa...."]
Mark: Well, if we're not going to "tea", we'd might as well just leave.
Me: Screw it. Let's go
Both: *packity pack pack pack*
Ten hours later, we're home. Claude seems relieved. | | Wednesday, July 16th, 2008 | | 10:14 pm |
If I could turn back time....
Hey! They let Cher on Project Runway! | | 8:08 pm |
Hrumph.
So, what I would have been amused by is if we could have had a little Project Runway party tonight.
But no. All of the cable is barely what could be called "basic" and only has about 8 channels.
And I am officially exhausted. Our bed continues to be unfortunate, and I haven't had a real night's sleep since we got here, and it's catching up to me. I think I may break out the (still tightly packed from the store) Ikea pillows and see if they help--feather pillows rarely agree with me.
In other news, Mark (from York) and I hiked out into the dunes to the beach. It was lovely but hot. I have pictures, but haven't uploaded them yet.
Tired. Non-talkative. | | Tuesday, July 15th, 2008 | | 8:30 am |
P-town so far:
--Food, as usual, is very expensive and is very much not worth the cost most of the time. Clam chowder at the Lobster Pot, though, is very good, even if it's not really the best "hot weather" food. I haven't yet gotten myself a basket of fried scallops from the booth on the pier, but I will. Oh, yes. I will. Because I need more mercury in my body.
--Weather has been just fine, although it looks to get even better after today. Our "big storm" yesterday involved two hours of clouds and a couple of sprinkles. It was a bit humid, but still okay.
--Claude is being perfect. Almost alarmingly so. Of course, we've been walking him a lot and keeping him tired, but he's been exceeding our expectations quite nicely. We've found him a poo spot on the grass outside the gate of the Coast Guard station at the end of the street, which is good because he'll only poo on grass, and there isn't a lot of non-fenced-in yard space in town. But we take him out, and everyone wants to pet him, which he very politely allows. He's only jumped once, and that was on our friend Chris. One interesting thing is that I had planned to do a cute Wonder Of The Internets thing for my mom by sending her the link to this webcam over Commercial Street, calling her and telling her to follow the link so she could see us standing in the square in front of the town hall thingy. Well, there's too much stimulation on Commercial Street for Claude to go that far, and he becomes very uncooperative (trying to turn us around and drag me back home) about halfway there. But as long as we don't go that far it's just a lot of gentle tail-wagging and smiling at people, which is just fine, and people respond quite nicely. "Ooh! Big dog!" *pat pat pat* "Is he a Bernese/Pyrenees/St. Bernard?"
--The Marks are making breakfast: green apple, bacon and cheese frittata. Yummy.
--If I had to say anything bad about the week so far, it's that our bed is rather unfortunate. It's too soft, and I think it slopes down towards the head. Bleah.
Off to do a little laundry. | | Saturday, July 12th, 2008 | | 4:58 am |
Thrown off a bit, I think.
So, that was something I'm sad that I waited five years to experience.
Claude is, as one can imagine, always a little unsettled by travel. Not horrifically so, but even after a small trip he often won't eat for a day or two and just seems a little anxious. With this being his longest trip so far (and the fact that he stood in the back of the car for almost the entire 11 hours), it's understandable that he's even a little more thrown off than usual.
I think I (also not surprising, after being awake for 36 hours with only short naps here and there) am a touch out of whack, too, because when Claude started snuffling my feet (he's also a little bothered that he can't sleep in his usual place by my side of the bed, but it's pretty much against the wall--I'm being very parenthetical this morning, aren't I?), hwuf-ing and quietly whining, I wasn't bothered about getting up at all, and took him for a little walk.
Oh, and I'm glad I did. Totally. Silent. Just birds and the ocean, and the click of Claude's claws and the quiet snuffling of everything he can get his nose on.
And after about twenty minutes we came back, he ate his entire bowl of food and laid down on my feet. Yay. Now for some more sleep.
P.S. Also typing like the wind tonight. Kudos, me. | | Friday, July 11th, 2008 | | 9:18 pm |
Pictures of P-town, Day One: So, we got here at around 11 this morning and had a couple of naps, showers and then went to "tea" at the Boatslip. ( Read more... )And on that note, I think I'm off to bed. | | 11:15 am |
Wooooo, P-town.
So, we went to bed about 9:30 and both of us woke up quite abruptly at 11:00, no thanks to the generous dose of melatonin I took, which is usually enough to knock me out for several hours. I was standing in the kitchen having a glass of milk when Mark came around the corner and we said, more or less in unison, "Should we just go now?"
An hour and 15 minutes later, we were on the road. Eleven hours later (thanks to the Delaware turnpike, where they decided to close I-95 from 1:45 to 3 this morning), we're here sitting on Chris' back porch. Claude is slurping up water as if we didn't stop every two hours to water him. It's a good thing we didn't put the water bowl inside, because he's making an incredible mess.
Off to gaze at the puffy white clouds. | | Thursday, July 10th, 2008 | | 7:33 pm |
Two things:
--Yesterday I ended up hurrying out of the house to get to a rubbin' and didn't have time to put on the fivefingers shoes. It was the first time I've worked in any other shoes since I got them, and I was VERY uncomfortable. I wore them today and everything was fine.
--That last massage tonight? That was seriously hard to do. I could not focus on what I was doing for the life of me. I am SO stinking ready to go. | | 11:04 am |
Alrighty, then. So. The Takoma Park place. The developments in the last couple of months have been: --they fired the receptionist for not quite dealing calmly with a "problem" client that all of the acupuncturists (including the owner) were avoiding. The woman screamed at her for twenty minutes due to the fact that an appointment she had made had resulted in a confirmation email that the woman didn't want clutting up her email inbox, and Jen told her to leave. They then hired the Angry Armenian, who lasted about three days, and then replaced her with the current person, who is just fine. Honestly, she's probably a bit better for the job than the original one, but the original one didn't do anything to justify being fired, either. --Hired an office manager who is a meddling, micro-managing, condescending pain in the butt who regularly forgets that I pay rent and tries to tell me to do things like clean the bathroom as if I weren't someone who provides the money for her paycheck. The latest incident was when she decided that people were using too much massage cream and hid it from me, while telling me that other people had left their massage cream in little dishes and I could "just use that." Problems with that? Unsanitary, more than a little gross, impossible (massage cream left out uncovered dries up) and illegal. You use fresh lubricant. If you have touched a client and touched the lubricant, you have to get fresh cream before touching someone else. I don't know the "status" of that cream, so I'm not using it. --Speaking of massage lubricant, in the contract it says that as part of my rent, they will provide the lubricant of my choice. I have been trying to get them to buy the "lubricant of my choice" since I got there, even going so far as to send the owner and office manager web addresses who have what I want on sale. There was one time when they seemed to have made an effort and got something that was the right brand, but they got the wrong thing and it reeked of ArtGum eraser. A pleasant smell (for me, at least, with good memories associated with it), but not something you want rubbed all over your body. --Stopped doing laundry and started using a laundry service. This would be fine, but the sheets aren't in the best shape (about 10% are torn and about 20% have the texture of cardboard) and while fitted sheets are nice, especially jersey knit sheets, these particular fitted sheets barely fit over the tables, and about 30% of them don't fit at all. --And today, the owner called to say that she needs to write up a contract if I want to renew (since it's been a year), AND because of a few things that she says she has on a spreadsheet, rent needs to go up one dollar an hour, or about $80 a month. This is the THIRD time in the last year that rent has gone up, while the quality of what I'm getting from the place has steadily gone down. The latest thing I heard from the New Receptionist (who I've hit it off with quite nicely) was that she was talking with the owner about some issues that some people were having. Two people, the owner said that she'd already dealt with their problems, and one (the guy is a doofus), she just said, "Oh, all he does is complain." And then the receptionist said, "Actually, Seth has the same problems as J***," and the owner had this big "Uh-oh. Seth never complains unless it matters. I guess I will have to deal with that." So, anyway, to borrow a phrase from ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) die7fox, my time at The Still Point may soon be ended by the department of Fuck That Plan Right In The Ear. If I'm going to do it, this is the time, as I don't have to give two months' notice if I leave now. Another option is to reduce my schedule there by yet another day, which would reduce my rent by $300 a month. Fortunately, I have a week of frolicking in Provincetown in which to contemplate my decision. However, looking at the trend of how things are going......yeah. | | 8:50 am |
Dear Costco,
I demand that you build a store somewhere around the beginning of Cape Cod on the route from Maryland to Provincetown, perhaps somewhere in Rhode Island, since they don't have one at all. Just for my convenience, really. And just for tomorrow. After that you can do whatever you want.
Thanks for making it all about me!
Seth, AKA Me | | Wednesday, July 9th, 2008 | | 10:19 pm |
C'moooonnnnn, Friday!
I'm SO ready to go.
I was hoping I would be able to get my paycheck from Bethesda a day early (it gets issued Friday, but we're leaving at around 4:30 or 5am, so I won't be able to get it), but it doesn't look like it's going to happen. *sigh* Oh, well. I'll just have to be content with getting two paychecks in rapid succession....although the second one will be very, very small as it's been a slow week and then I won't be working next week.
So, we survived Claude's pre-vacation bath this morning with a surprising lack of mess....until now. He's shedding like there's no tomorrow, so there will have to be a couple more brushings, er, tomorrow, assuming we have one. If we don't, I guess that'll explain all of the charcoal-gray tumbleweeds blowing around the house.
The vacation reading is still up for grabs, although book seven of Harry Potter has a slight edge over the Hitchhiker's Guide. I'm only lugging one book this time. Either one will be good. I'm a bundle of indecision, it seems.
In other news, someone has found a way past the gmail spam filters, because I'm getting 15 (or so) emails a day about how I need to send a money order for $250 to Nigeria so they can forward me my check for twelve trillion dollars. *sigh* again.
Off to bed! 30-something hours till we leave! Woohoo! | | 10:47 am |
Oh, sweet Jebus.
Lawn is de-pooped and mowed.
Now it's time to give Claude a bath. And then a walk. And then another bath for me. And then a haircut. | | Tuesday, July 8th, 2008 | | 9:49 am |
Aaaannnnticipaaaaaytion! For some reason, I'm really, really, really looking forward to the trip to P-town even more than usual. I'm not sure why, in particular. To use an army-ish expression, two days and a wake-up. Woooo! Or, really, two days, a wake-up and a long-ass drive.  Ayup. 520 miles. With puppy. | | Monday, July 7th, 2008 | | 7:20 am |
Wooo. Nice weekend.
I've already written about some of this, but it'll be good to have it all in one entry:
Friday: Stuff around the house, then Mongol with Raymond and Ed. Then a rather dead happy hour, at which Mark felt too sleepy to have much fun. He'd taken a Benadryl, which is one of those drugs that, if I take them, usually end up causing me to sleep for over 24 hours. Fortunately, it's not quite so extreme for Mark.
Saturday: Cleaning, cleaning, cleaning. Doing all of the major stuff for when we leave for Provincetown like putting large things away, vacuuming and organizing. Then the monthly dinner club over at Raymond and Ed's house. Richard and Larry make a mean pasta salad (I love pine nuts) and the chicken was tasty, too. I had meant to bring two loaves of bread, but the second one turned out AWFUL. Fortunately, the one good one was more than enough. And I demonstrated my awesome art skillz in a game of Cranium. Just don't try to make me sing anything.
Sunday: Dead. No appointments, dammit. However, there was a lovely pool party up in Columbia. Tasty food, including a GIANT pile of snickerdoodles, and a lot of pool time, despite the weather. We had all gotten out and had dinner, and then it started to rain....so we all got back in the pool, most of us "forgetting" to put our bathing suits back on. No hanky-panky--just a party where everyone happened to have no clothes on. It eventually turned into a downpour, and we amused ourselves by blowing water at each other through the pool noodles. There had been some distant thunder rumbling all day that we pretty much ignored (the pool is surrounded by tall houses and even taller trees), but around 7 or so there was a very large crack directly overhead and the pool cleared almost instantly with a lot of comments like, "Hey! Did the pool suddenly get a lot warmer?"
A lovely weekend! And now P-town plans have changed a bit. Originally, the plan was to leave early Friday morning and stay in a (relatively) cheap hotel outside of Hyannis that allows dogs of The Claude's size, and then drive the rest of the way out the Cape on Saturday. It turns out that Chris' unfortunate rental luck (the house was only rented for one week in June) has continued into July, so he's getting there midmorning on Friday and told us to just drive the whole way there and spend the night at his house that night before checking into our place two doors down Saturday afternoon.
Hooray for convenience! And really really not being tired from traveling on Saturday evening! | | Saturday, July 5th, 2008 | | 7:50 am |
Yay.
Mongol was pretty darn good. It's always a good sign when, by about ten minutes into a movie, I forget that I'm reading subtitles. | | Friday, July 4th, 2008 | | 10:43 am |
Why I sometimes love my brain:
I'm standing there in the kitchen, folding up the latest loaf of sourdough, when my brain announces, completely unprompted, in Eddie Izzard's voice, "Mr. Hitler makes exceedingly good cakes!" |
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