God damn it!
If you’re a Blogger and/or Blogspot user and I read your blog, I probably tried to comment on your blog today. But since I’ve been getting the exact same identical word verification image for several hours now (even through restarting my browser and everything!), I haven’t been able to comment.
Blogger doesn’t mention that this is a bug, but I’m betting it is. I mean, the whole rest of the intarweb’s working for me, images and all.
I’m curious. Any Blogger users out there (who have word verification turned on) who are actually receiving comments this afternoon?
In which another’s misfortune makes Bread feel better.
Yesterday Bread had a Bad Day At Work. Apparently he got bitched out for something he didn’t do; all the windows (which were totally finished and painted) at the jobsite in question had been set 3/4″ too low while he was working at a totally different jobsite. He’d had, in short, absolutely nothing to do with that particular SNAFU whatsoever, but got yelled at for it and had to spend his day ripping out twenty windows and resetting them by cutting 3/4″ out of the headers.
The whole thing made him mad and cast a pall upon his whole day. But seeing this,
which is Jimbo’s little brother’s truck on its side, made him feel ever so much better. So much better, in fact, that he actually snapped a picture of it and told me to post it on my site.
Which I have.
(Jimbo’s little brother drove the truck away after Bread and Jimbo helped him get it wheels-down again. No harm done, other than all the windows being broken.)
In which you totally crack the hell up.
Thanks, GW.
In which I have a suspicion.
Rehearsal last night rocked. I love this band. We ate an entire box of chocolates during the dinner break. (“We” being everyone but the bass player who didn’t have any chocolate at all.) Please note we’ll be playing the ballroom at the Best Western with Bambu on NYE and you should be there. I’m even going to buy new shoes for it.
After rehearsal I drove home and promptly fell asleep… which means I woke up at three in the morning. Then I slept from six ’til ten. My sleep schedule is toast.
In the war on domestic disorder, I’ve swept and dusted and tidied the house and carried laundry baskets up and down the damn stairs, and brought in wood and kindling, and started the dishes. (I hate doing the dishes, so I put them all in to soak in scorching hot water and never go back to finish them. Because I HATE them.) I scrubbed the toilet, which makes me wish to live in an all-female commune because the things that men do to toilets leave me shocked and irritated. I finished the dishes. I made enchiladas for dinner and key lime bars for dessert. I made myself a White Russian and drank it. I washed and folded two bushels of clothes. I opened the back door and swept all the leaves back outside where they belong.
It occurs to me that I could not be any more boring if I were clinically dead. (Which I might actually be; haven’t checked.)
Being a running list, Dec. 4-10, 2005:
- frottage
- turducken
- turgid
Yes, I have been reading smut as a matter of fact!
In which I tell you about my day.
…what actually happened today is that I spent most of the day in bed, reading ebooks from Fictionwise, suffering bouts of awful Cramps From Hell™.
If I were to anthropomorphize my own guts, my uterus would be the biggest, meanest, pissed off-dest BITCH you ever met. And she would be punching me in the head for no apparent reason.
In other news, a tiny muscle on the inside of my right knee has been spasming for two hours now. FOR NO APPARENT REASON.
I’m going back to bed. I’m obviously a useless mess. Hurumph.
And I hate being cold.
I think Nature’s just showing off with this 6-degrees-outside crap. We all know there’s really no reason to be that far below freezing. (Actually, it’s 23 degrees out right now. But it was 6 when I drove home from band practice Thursday night.)
I’m sitting here at my desk in my office drinking a rapidly-cooling latte and surfing Fictionwise for something to read in front of the fire. My office is cold.
Brett’s going to want me to do crap with him today, he’s got this list he wants to get through but as usual I don’t really want to do what he’s doing. I want instead to do some cosmetic housecleaning and go shopping and invite some people out for manicotti and too much wine for dinner.
Bread got up early and drove the dump truck to the dump. It had about six months’ worth of household garbage in it and, he says, most of it was frozen to the deck and he had to kick and shovel it to get it to slide out.
We live too far out in the middle of nowhere for garbage service, so we used to burn the majority of our garbage, composting the wet stuff and recycling the rest. Then Bread got tired of emptying the ash from the burn barrel, so we switched to throwing everything into garbage bags and into the back of the dump truck. My recycling and composting juju is gone – I’m a terrible world citizen and you should mock me. (It’s incredible how much garbage two people make in six months, when you can see it just piling up in the back of the dump truck. It’s sick. Literally.)
In other news, I haven’t brushed my hair since Thursday.
In which you download an MP3.
Found this song browsing the iTunes music store today. I love this song. Used to have it on cassette back in the day… Lord knows where it is now. It’s Walter singing instead of Donald, which is rare, and it’s live.
I love it for the lyric:
Stars imploding
The long night passing
Electrons dancing in the frozen crystal dawn
Here’s one left stranded at the zero crossing
With a hole in its half-life left to carry on
But now the world’s much larger than it looks today
And if my bad luck ever blows me back this wayThen I’ll just look in my book of liars for your name
I’ll just look in the book of liars for your name
So I bought the song, and then I Limewired an unencrypted one. And so here it is for you to check out:
Book of Liars ~ Steely Dan
As usual, buy the album if you like it, blah blah blah.
In which the Weather Service was right for once.
Hey, it snowed last night:
Snow on my Jeep
Since I don’t know where my scraper is, I took a broom outside and swept my car off this morning.
Oh, the weather outside is frightful
but the fire is so delightful
and since we’ve no place to go
let it snow! let it snow! let it snow!
I need a latte. And my feet are cold, even though I’m wearing tights under my pants with thick socks and boots. I like summer so much better than winter.
In other news, BoSean came out for dinner last night. I made pork chops, scalloped potatoes, and spinach salad. BoSean brought an organic apple pie; I ate a slice of it this morning before leaving for work. The label claimed the crust had – I shit you not – organic fruit shortening in it. WTF?
BoSean also DID THE DISHES. I love him.
In which I list three unrelated, random things. Because this is my blog, damn it, and damn those ‘what to write about’ blog treatises too, because I’ve been blogging since before there was a fucking word for it and I’ll write whatever the hell I want to!
One. I made meatloaf for Bread’s dinner the night before last, and neglected to put it away fast enough. When I came downstairs around 8:30 that night, Bread was asleep on the couch and the meatloaf, which had been sitting in a pyrex dish on top of the stove, was gone.
Shiva had very carefully stood up on his hind legs and eaten a whole pound of meatloaf without knocking the casserole dish to the floor, since the sound of it shattering would surely have waken even Bread and earned that dog an ass whoopin’.
I mean, a whole pound of meatloaf?! Bad dog! (Clever, quiet, sneaky bad dog!)
Two. This wholly unwelcome news is just in:
THE NATIONAL WEATHER SERVICE IN QUAD CITIES HAS ISSUED A SNOW ADVISORY…WHICH IS IN EFFECT FROM 7 PM THIS EVENING TO 6 AM CST THURSDAY.
A FAST MOVING WINTER STORM SYSTEM WILL MOVE FROM EASTERN NEBRASKA TO WESTERN ILLINOIS BY THURSDAY MORNING…BRINGING WIDESPREAD SNOWFALL TO THE AREA. THE HEAVIEST SNOW WILL OCCUR FROM ABOUT MIDNIGHT TO 4 AM…WITH A BAND OF 2 TO 4 INCHES EXPECTED FROM EASTERN IOWA INTO WEST CENTRAL ILLINOIS.
THE SNOW WILL BE HEAVY AT TIMES…WITH VISIBILITY REDUCED TO A QUARTER MILE OR LESS AND SNOWFALL RATES POSSIBLY AS HIGH AS 1 INCH PER HOUR FOR A SHORT TIME. SNOWFALL TOTALS BY MORNING ARE EXPECTED TO REACH 2 TO 4 INCHES.
Guess what? The shitty weather’s here! Maybe I’ll get lucky and get snowed in and have to read books in front of the fire and drink lattes.
Once again I’m soooo thankful I have a 4WD! Not.
Three. Yesterday, Bucket gave me a cute little case for my external hard drive enclosure. You really can’t get much geekier than having a custom zippy case with a shoulder strap just for carrying your external USB drive around with you.
In other news, it’s five o’clock, and I’m off to the tavern for a hard-earned cocktail. Okay, all I did was move a couple of web sites and talk on the phone a few times, so perhaps “hard-earned” is pushing it. But it’s five and I’m still awake by God so I figure I’ve earned something.
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4 random books from my Library!
