In which I rock.

I did it, I put Linux on my iPod! Yay! So geeky, so fun!

linux

AND I have a massage scheduled. Yummm.

In other news, working for a living makes me tired. I slept until two minutes to nine this morning. I’m supposed to be at work at nine. Ugh.

 

AlterNet: Who’s Counting Bush’s Mistakes?

 

In which time goes by so slowly.

It’s nearly two o’clock. The day is oozing by, positively oozing. It’s like watching a river of molasses. Or crude oil. Or something dark and viscous. (Or dark and vicious. Whatever. It’s slow, is my point.)

And while the past three days have felt rather Spring-like, this morning the temperature dropped about twenty degrees. My teeth were chattering when I jogged down to India Cafe to get some lunch. Brr.

What you may not know is that my Mr Coffee Mug Activated Warmer is one of the most important electric devices in my entire life. Here it is, keeping my mug o’ tea warm:

mug activated warmer

I think I got my Mr Coffee Mug Activated Warmer out of a freebox in college, but I’m not sure. I know I’ve had it for at least a decade, if not longer. I always keep it on my desk at work, wherever that may be. It in turn always keeps my hot beverages at the perfect drinking temperature.

It’s wonderful. Everyone should have one. You can even warm your fingers on it.

Now I believe I shall brave the elements and run next door to the gas station for something in the way of chocolate and sweet. Maybe hot chocolate. Or maybe a chocolate bar and some milk I can bring back to my desk and make tea with.

Hmm. Decisions, decisions.

 

In which I forgot my baby. I’m a horrible mother.

I have to drive home at lunch time today, and I don’t care if it’s a waste of gas!

See, I was just about to put Linux on my iPod — I had all the files downloaded and extracted and renamed and was at the point in the instructions where it says ‘now connect your iPod to your computer,’ and I reached into my purse to grab it…

iPodLinuxTux

…and it wasn’t there. I left it at home next to my bed! Ack! Double ack! (I never go anywhere without my iPod.)

Floydzilla comes with iDoom preinstalled, yo. Not to mention Asteroids. Who doesn’t want to play Asteroids on her freakin’ iPod, I ask you?!

In other news, I’ve managed to drive to work two mornings in a row now without spilling my tea. Yay!

 

In which I find myself driving around at dusk.

Last night I hung around the office ’til 5:30 or so, updating my iPod and surfing blogs. Then I rolled past the bar but Bread wasn’t there and since Amazon Blonde doesn’t work there any more there was hardly any chance of getting a decent bloody mary.

It was going to be dark soon, so I headed home to change my headlight. That little enterprise took longer than you’d think — many screws need to be removed to swap out one’s headlight.

After that, I drove past the Libertyville bar, but Bread wasn’t there either.

Drove back to town.

Apparently I didn’t adjust my new lamp very well, because two people flashed me when I had my low beams on. I’ll have to fiddle with that.

Stopped at the gas station for gas (still two-something a gallon) and cigs. Drove back by the Dead Cock. Where in the hell is my hubby getting drunk?

Cell phone rings. He’s at the bowling alley, and if I stopped by he’d buy me a drink.

So I went over there, and he bought me a drink. Then he wanted $15 bucks for something. *rolleyes*

After awhile, I left for rehearsal. My voice really opened up last night and felt good; I don’t know why last night rather than any other night but sometimes that happens. We worked on a song I wrote and afterwards PK gave me shit about being indifferent about originals when I first joined the band. “You shrugged and said you weren’t into it, and then you bring us this!”

In other news, I think I’m gonna put Linux on my iPod because my brother did it. Plus, who doesn’t want Space Invaders and Pong and Asteriods and a Matrix screensaver on her 5th gen iPod?!

 

In which I discuss domestic issues.

In the past couple of weeks I’ve had a realization. An epiphany, if you will.

When Brett was working full-time and I was working part-time, I suffered from a great deal of guilt. I never felt like the house was clean enough, or like I was really working quite hard enough at it. Brett told me several times he’d be a much better househusband — that he’d have no problem keeping the place spotless.

Well.

This is Brett’s eighth week home. And while he has spent at least two weeks of that time logging and remodelling, that leaves four weeks — four weeks — during which he could have been doing housework.

He did some. He’s good at doing dishes; they never sit more than four days before he does them. *smirk* And he started taking the garbage out when I got home from work one night and informed him that the house smelled like trash. And he’s done quite a bit of laundry, even if he can’t seem to get it folded and/or put away. And he swept the stairs once.

But over all? The house is kind of a mess. There is random clutter everywhere, the livingroom’s been dusted once in two months, the furnace room (which fills up quite rapidly this time of year with ash and sawdust due to the woodstove) has been swept maybe twice and I did it once myself, and I don’t think the blankets and pillows from the couch have been washed at all. The counters are grubby, the shower hasn’t been cleaned, the sheets haven’t been changed, and there are shoes spread out all over the house.

None of this bothers me, per se. I don’t really give a shit if the house is clean or not, now that it’s not my job.

I’m just sayin’: the shit was way cleaner when I was home two days a week.

 

Any abortion ban must include an exception for the health of the woman!

The Planned Parenthood Federation of America, which has challenged the law, reacted angrily to the news. “The Supreme Court’s decision to hear this case is a dangerous act of hostility aimed squarely at women’s health and safety,” the group’s president, Cecile Richards, said in a statement. “Despite 33 years of Supreme Court precedent that women’s health matters, the court has decided it will once again take up this issue.”

Read the rest of Supreme Court Reopens Abortion Issue on Alito’s First Day at the New York Times.

 

In which gravity continues to have a profound effect on the objects in my life.

I made a huge mug of tea this morning, very black and strong, with the perfect amounts of milk and sugar. We have these nifty drinking glasses, they’re 1-quart canning jars with handles on them. They hold a lot of tea.

So I’m driving to work today and had one of my famous moments of total spas-fucking-ticity and I dumped the better part of a quart of tea all over my leg and the floor well of the driver’s side of my jeep!

I have tea all down my right leg, all over my right sock, and in my right shoe.

At least I didn’t dump the stuff all over, say, my guitar (which was in the back seat) or all over the passenger seat (which contained my purse, a book, a scarf, and my hat).

When I got to work I pulled the floor mat out, let it drip for a moment, and threw it up on top of the luggage rack to dry.

 

In which you can download some free MP4s, if’n you wanna.

I’m doing tedious server management stuff today, so I’ve got my Sony earphones in my head — the ones NLW had me buy, like, a year ago, the ones I never used until I figured out I should bring them to work and plug them into my tower here; I never used them because they’re the in-ear phones and while they’re high fidelity they only work if you’re not moving around AT ALL because they transfer all movement directly into your eardrum — but the point is that I’ve been listening to iTunes most of the day.

Mainly I’m geeking on Magnet (which is all Sean‘s fault, that evil bitch heartless bastard). If you find you’ve got an urge to geek along with me, hit Magnet’s site at homeofmagnet.com and scroll down until you see the Download section (in the left column).

The track in particular that I obsessed over all weekend is called Heaviest Heart – you should download it. And then you should just go ahead and download the rest of the free tracks offered since you’re already there.

magnet

I love his voice, btw.

It’s ambient meets the Beatles meets Todd Rundgren in a melodic, ballady mood meets Hird meets electronica meets acoustic. Yeah yeah, so maybe the material’s a little moody and introspective but it matches my mood today and I like it. (Plus, the end of Hold On is *so* Todd-on-Healing that I can hardly stand myself.)

 

In which — aw, hell. Nothin’. In which nothin’. *sigh*

This morning I caved — because not only am I weak but it’s cold and I was hungry and very sleepy — and I pulled into McD’s for an egg ‘n’ cheese biscuit, hash browns, and a small orange juice. Now that I can use plastic to get food there, it’s even easier. The bastards.

I’m a little bit unhappy about how cold the house is this winter, with all that insulation gone due to the remodel in progress. There are icy arctic breezes in the hallways. I’ve been sleeping with a hat and slippers on.

The cold snap hasn’t broken and let me tell you what: it is WAY FUCKING COLD. We heat our house primarily with wood, and no matter how thoroughly we stoke the stove at night the fire always goes out before morning. This means that every time I’ve hauled my ass out of bed in the past five mornings it’s been about 40 degrees in my room. Which makes me cranky. Very, very cranky.

I’m boring and I haven’t done anything fun since my last post. The weekend review goes like this: I stayed home Friday (because I was tired after putting in my first 40 hour week in, like, three years. I know: waaaah). Saturday BoS came and made us breakfast (bless his fuzzy little heart) and in the afternoon Bread went to Hickory House to play poker and didn’t come home ’til midnight (while I stayed home in blessed solitude and didn’t even get dressed). Sunday I slept in, then rode to town with Bread and got dropped at rehearsal while he went to BoS’s. The end.

I know: yawn. I’m boring, I’m astonishingly broke, and you’re glad I posted that Frappr map so at least there’s something to do around here. Please, do my boring life a favor and go Frappr. Right over there, to the right, the map thing? Click on it. Yeah. Be my friend. Mmm.