Photo: Nice parking job, asshat
And this right outside the DMV building, across the street from the
main Troy police station, and a block or two away from the County
Courthouse…
More numerological inanity
And so my vehicle reached another insignificant but
numerically-interesting milestone. And documented it, because I’m just
wired incorrectly.
Found: I… I don’t even know…
This is completely mystifying and more than a little bizarre, but for
some reason I am fascinated by it. Welcome to the weekend, children.
Almost.
My awesome christmas gift…
Which, if you are not a Star Trek: TNG fan you might not get. But then
again, if you don’t get it, I’m not sure why I’m friends with you.
Other wonderful facts about this mug, which may or may not be evident
in the photo: It is of very prodigious size which assists in my
caffeine addiction, the borders are done in the style of the LCARS,
and it has a bit of sappiness painted on the bottom which I will not
share because I don’t want to be one of those people. In short, much
awesomeness and many thanks to the lovely and talented ashleigh (who
is forced to endure one further final exam before she can relax for
the holidays, and so further good luck for that…)
Found: Sage advice on drinking…
So I haven’t done much blogging, or twittering or any of this other
sociable-type bullshit lately. Instead, please enjoy this reminder
that the past is kind of awesome, if in a really misogynistic sort of
way. Rest assured things are good. And I have done a fair amount of
photography, so there’s also that.
Today’s crowning moment of awesome…
(note that I didn’t actually encounter this myself, but unearthed it
on the internets while I was supposed to be working)
What is the phrase the kids these days use? FML…
Those of you who read my status updates on the twitterbookthing know
that Wednesday is my usual laundry day. It makes me feel a little like
some kind of decrepit husk of a person to have such a thing, and
furthermore to realize that it’s generally the only thing I have to
talk about on Wednesdays, but I’ve come to my peace with the fact that
I am not now, and probably have never been, a particularly interesting
person.
my car immediately on getting home. And as my house keys are on the
same keyring, I was also locked out of my house. Which, no worries, I
think to myself, I have auto club, they’ll send the asshole with the
slimjim over and Bob’s your uncle. I did not count on the fact that it
would take TWO HOURS for them to send someone. And furthermore that my
housemate would be completely unable to hear my pounding on the door,
or the doorbell, or eventually my wailing, anguished cries for the
entire TWO HOURS. In temperatures rapidly approaching 0C. Outside. This was not a fun night. So on finally getting indoors, thawing my toes, putting on all the
blankets I could wrangle, and thanking Eris that I didn’t catch
pneumonia, I was in no mood to do laundry (remember, I was talking
about laundry here. Pay attention, there’s a quiz(1)). But no worries,
laundry day is more of an ephemeral concept than an actual day, so I
just postponed it to Thursday. And lo and behold, Thursday night, I see the note on the washer which
I present here, as evidence that there is no just and loving deity
overseeing the universe. I also saw, now set aside, a previous note
mentioning that the person who owns the house had found the washer
overloaded to the point where the door wasn’t closed properly. Someone
had scrawled a hasty apology at the bottom of this note. Clearly they
did not learn their lesson. And so it goes. —-
1. There’s no quiz.
In which I blog five things of decreasing interest
ONE: This is a wedding cake. It is made of EPIC WIN: 
(this comes via @skweeds on teh Twitter who got it from this blog:
http://www.greatwhitesnark.com/2009/10/08/steampunk-wedding-cake-geeky-cake/) TWO: This week has been crap. Firstly in that my car requires epic
repairs, which is always a major downer. But on the bright side, I
actually have the money to fix it without too much financial hardship,
and it’s still less than what the car’s worth or what I’d pay for a
decent newer car. So that part is inconvenient but manageable. And I
have a car available to me to borrow for the period, so it hasn’t even
interrupted the actual operation of my life all that much.
done all sorts of unkindness, and also whom it is exhausing, awkward,
emotionally draining and painful to be around. All of which, totally
my fault, so I should lie in my own bed. But nevertheless, it has made
parts of the week fairly stressful. And the weekend is just all kinds
of up in the air. To which I’m just going to punt and do what makes me
happy. Because you only live once and damn it all if I’m going to
spend the next 13 years like I spent the last 13: living in such a way
that, on my death bed I’d be likely to say “damn I wish I’d lived
better”. THREE: So, about that. I mean, despite the fact that changing my
living circumstances has had a huge and major positive impact on my
life, I’m still fucking nutty as a fruitbat. I just am. The chemicals
in my brain, they ain’t right. So like, I occasionally run down this
rabbit hole of like anxiety and depression, and I just want to be all
contrite to those who have to read about it, or especially those who
have to endure it (all one of you! hi!). But it’s still like…
compared to abject depression it’s a victory. And just as a like, pointless egotistical soul-searching aside, it’s
been kind of great. Part of me still knows that a lot of the victories
I’ve had are probably at the expense of someone else… but like, I
live with less clutter and own less stuff. Which for a long period of
my life was anathema. Been a bit of a packrat. Now, I still do acquire
and consume, but less so. And I do more. Like, I bought a camera. And
I take pictures all the time (not this week, but generally). So it’s a
process. And so… I know I got to this place by just kind of leaving a lot of
stuff behind, and just leaving the clutter. But fuck - it wasn’t going
anywhere, anyway. In some ways I’ve learned to be selfish. In another
way, I’ve learned to not care, but in a good way. FOUR: Part of my wants to extend that. I mean at this point, other
than like, student loans, I’m basically free from obligations. But
there are still some lingering. And I don’t think I could ever pull a
Jack Kerouac and just go, I dunno. Maybe I could. There was a time
when I thought I could never do what I’ve already done. But I did. FIVE: Which, sorry for the obliqueness there. I’m still not quite
comfortable spilling out explicit details on my life. I mean I realize
that it’s probably trivial to read between the lines if you care. And
also I know that nobody does care, or if they do they already know.
I’m not actually all that private, but also this little blog or
whatever is, technically, completely public so. Y’know. Talk to me in
person if you care and don’t understand, or want to hear like,
emo-style venting. And so, because I’ve crossed fully into “pointless shit nobody cares
about” and also because of the Law of Fives, I’ll stop there. Except
to say, today’s Oscar Wilde’s birthday, and Oscar was awesome. That is
all.
