I actually kind of don't care about the migraine. It held off until today, so I'm ok with it. The old Val would have been so stressed the last couple of days that she'd had a migraine THOSE days and not been able to finish the class. So, yay progress! I'd still like to get my body to not have such physical responses to stress, but well, I'll take the improvement.
That always feels good.
Heh. Of course there's the part of my brain that still says, "Now what grade would you have gotten if you'd actually tried harder all summer?!"
I stopped using the public library because they (a) didn't check the books back in when I returned them and (b) didn't shelve them where they belonged. This led to them insisting I had books out that had been returned (on time); I racked up some significant late fees for books that I'd returned. I took to taking out the little date cards in the back and saying I wasn't sure when they were due so they'd HAVE to check, but they caught on to that little trick and didn't let me pull it any more. grrrr.
How does a persion work on a computer and not know what version of Windows they have! It's been Idiots on Parade all day!
It's not like it's exactly obvious (like on a Mac)! I'm looking at my computer right now (although I could look away and keep typing!) and I have no idea. And I'm not the smartest person in the world but I'm not an idiot.
how hard is it to TAKE THE BOOK BACK?
Very hard. I've always had trouble remembering, and now the three closest branches are being renovated.
"Now what grade would you have gotten if you'd actually tried harder all summer?!"
B.
Asshat Boss #2104739457345
so, I've been trying to meet with my boss for a few weeks now to plan for the year. Normally, we would have done this already, but he was hemming and hawing and pretending he was leaving, so we didn't. Now, he's putting me off, having cancelled meetings multiple times. That's cool, he's busy.
I sent him yet another email yesterday trying to set something up. He didn't respond, fine. BUT, when someone sent a group email saying "hey, if you have this stuff, could you send it to me" He manages to send me an email "please make sure that we've done this" ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!?!?! As if I wouldn't have done it any goddamned way!
But I'm NOT FINISHED with the book yet!
I like my library. I email Greg and say, "ooh, new author!" and then he goes and finds the book, anything else he thinks I might like, and brings them home. If he can't find them, he orders them from other libraries and brings them home. When I'm done he takes them back and takes care of the fines for me.
Before I married him, I was one of those people who kept losing her right to a library card.
I'd cheerfully put the Nikita badfic writer up against any of those stories, especially the story that involved Antiques Roadshow, the Apocalypse, golf carts, and the United Nations.
I can honestly say that the Nikita Badfic Writer (whose works I only know thanks to the fair Dana, and whose name remains a mystery to me) has made me laugh more than almost any other writer. Not more than Terry Pratchett, but other than him...seriously, I've been reduced to tears by her
frequently.
Very. Funny. Indeed. In so many ways.
and let us not forget the infamous 15 foot secondary sex penis from Smallville.
OMG! The alien treecock of doom! Lex's ass pregnancy! SO bad. Aw, that was
years
ago, back in the glory days of
Smallville
Season 1, when the internet was alight with incredulous fangirls gasping at the sheer volume of pretty and marvelling at the astounding levels of gayness. It was a brighter, more innocent age (back when incest was still shocking, and RPS was the genre that dared not speak its name), and there was SO much wonderful fanfic being written...and then there was the scarily awful badfic from hell. And the alien treecock o'doom was one of the most hilariously awful.
Good times, good times.
Meanwhile, I have to say that it's really quite disturbing to keep reading all this stuff about Fay attacking/hanging around/wrecking things/generally making a nuisance of herself.
In my capacity as Tropical Fay, I apologise for the unruly behaviour of Tropical Storm Fay. (I think of her as the crap Halle Berry version of the genuine Fay. Accept no substitutes.)
On a related note, it is a trifle disconcerting also that I now have a namesake at work. Although she doesn't have an H in her name (Nicola) - still, two of us. And neither of us will tolerate 'Nicky' as a nickname, so I think we may be reduced to jello wrestling for the right to bear the name. Or else I could change mine to Spartacus, maybe. Or YoSaffBridge. Or Tropical Storm Fay, I suppose. Hmm.
The answer for buffistas is to marry a librarian.
