Mayor ,'Lies My Parents Told Me'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
We really are a charming bunch. I'll try and find you more surly New Yorkers next time.I was led to believe you weren't such a friendly chatty bunch. I don't require surly, just would prefer that leave me alone.
Puppycat wants desperately to crawl onto the keyboard. Annoying annoying annoying. It would be cute if it weren't, you know, annoying.
a) What do people want for Christmas this year?
Oh man. So much. I guess the easiest thing would be Jockey for Her queen size full briefs and some fleece-lined LL Bean jeans so I wouldn't have to buy these practical items for myself.
And that 2006 will be exponentially better than 2005
b) What is your favorite present that you bought for someone else?
Brigittine Monk Pecan Praline Fudge for my mom. My mom's hard to buy for (a) because she's a caretaker. She will take care of everyone's needs but her own so she doesn't give many clues about what she wants (b) I don't have enough money to buy something for her that she can't buy for herself and if I buy her something she won't buy for herself, she still won't allow herself the luxury of indulging.
We cut down two pecan trees that were in our yard because the weather here isn't consistently warm enough for them to fruit. My mother exclaimed how much she loved pecans so I wanted to get something pecan-y for her. My mom is also a devout Catholic, so getting her something that supports a religious community is a two-in-one. In her thank you note to me she congratulated me on finding an order that she and Dad didn't even know about.
a) There's nothing my Christmas list that I'm all "Ooh, ooh, I want, I want" over. I'm sure my mother or my sister will surprise me with something.
b) The official Serenity hat I managed to get my hands on for my dad. It didn't cost me anything, so it's in addition to his other gifts, but it has a coolness factor to it.
ION, someone just called the help desk here at work.
Me: "Thank you for calling support, this is Rob."
Them: "Huh?"
Me: "You've reached the IT help desk."
Them: "Who is this?"
Me: "This is Rob in IT."
Them: "I think you have the wrong number."
Me: "Um, you called me."
Them: [click]
People are strange.
Nice poster Teppy.
Kalshane, you should have told them Dave's Not Here.
I just head that the most stolen car is the '95 Honda Civic. My car is a '94 Honda Civic.
So is mine. And I'm using the present tense extremely loosely.
Anyhoo. Just got back to the office after my excursion to Chelsea (thanks to a friend, I had a car to drive there and back; otherwise it would have been much much worse getting out there, and it sucked moose balls as it was). There's just enough damage that it's definitely going to cost more than I paid for the car to get it fixed. What I paid for it and what it's worth are probably not the same though. The kicker is, there's just little enough damage that it would feel like adding insult to injury to just junk it, among other reasons because I know whoever took it in would make close to what I paid for it originally on the parts. So I'm getting an estimate - we'll see.
The worst part? I'm paying no matter what happens, because Chelsea contracts out it's towing and stuff, so I have to pay for the towing. In other words, I'm paying for the privelage of getting my car stolen.
Oh well, it will all be resolved one way or the other with a minimum of fuss, if not money.
2005 can go shove its head up its own rectum, however.
I'm sorry to hear you're going through all that, Franken. A friend just told me about that paying for towing thing, too. That really goddamned sucks.
I just sliced open my thumb. On a shrimp. I feel the world is just MacGyvering things to fuck with me by now.
ouch! Poor you!
I found this guy on flickr who had a shot of the caroling truck. As I scrolled through his pictures I found this: [link] COOL! top seekrit super special DVD players!
I'm done with things-outdoors-that-need-be-done. Assessment for bio feedback, check, acupuncture, check, comics, check, library, check.
I've also called my PT to assure him I'm not dead.
I only have one more call to make, and then...well, lie down, probably. Which is a shame, because the day outside is beautiful. I will open the shades.
Cass, I know I shouldn't laugh, so I won't because I don't need the bad karma. Sometimes you just have to throw your hands up in the air, either from exasperation or to elevate the injuries.