Wayward Railways

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..well, sort of. I post most all entries as 'public' nowadays, though on occasion I will make things Friends Only if I am uncomfortable with random strangers reading something, which is rare. Feel free to friend me and I will more than likely friend you back. :)

Switched the layout again. I know. I'm a nutter. I am far too Mercurial for my own good. I actually kept my last layout for a couple of months. Just been restless lately and experimenting. Changed banner in honour of HBP coming out soon...

Animated (!) Doctor Who Mood Theme by watcher_junior.

I sort of treat this like an actual journal where I describe the most quotidien stuff imaginable (literally! ..like whether it's sunny or cloudy, what I found thrilling about breakfast, random thoughts I had today et al) or else I explode about something, generally football (soccer ;P) or else Doctor Who or else Harry Potter or else the books that I've been reading or else I link to amusing things. Or else...

...you get the picture.

edited Sun 06/07/09

THIS XKCD comic describes some of what I deal with in my current job. You are allowed to scribble helpful notes in Box 19, but under no circumstances may you pen anything in the box labeled: "For Internal Use Only". o_O

Do and your request, such as it is, will be DENIED.

"such as it is"; superfluous language for the win! Okay back to getting things done...

Public Announcement: the scheduled journal entry has been postponed indefinitely owing to its incendiary nature. Find in its place, this puffball. Seriously, I cut and pasted something from the other evening, then spent a full hour adding to it and getting quite out of hand with the ranting about every single thing that has vexed or inspired me. I'm tired and hormonal, and trust me, you did not want to read it. Just...arrghhhhh. People, work, work, people, rules of traffic, political inanity, blinkered to reality, naive, self-absorbed, cloying, work. Grrrr.

But I saved it for posterity. So perhaps next time. :D

This means I did not get other things done that needed to be done. oanfdconwoifnowqnf~!

Physically acquired tickets for Half Blood Prince and am now becoming ludicrously excited about it. I noticed that the number of sneak peaks, photos, cast interviews, and random images on the web are have increased exponentially as we approach the release date(s). We may dress up entirely depending on the weather. If it's warm, I don't think we'll wear robes. Don't know. Depends on how hardcore we're feeling. I think I can rope Arielle and her little sister into going as well. Whee. :D...

It probably is not as bad as I am thinking. I bet if I read the rant tomorrow, I will think a little differently and want to post it. Maybe.

There was laundry burgling going on so I had to sit , or at least, I felt like I should sit in there while it was in the dryer. I have not put it away yet! Stupid writing nonsense.

Alright, so why is "dryer" spelled with a "y", while "pliers" has an "i"?

Going to bed now so that I can get up early and accomplish things. I am this time. Really. Getting up early that is.

Hmm. We shall see if garlic fries and coffee at 9pm was a wise idea. I cannot stop yawning.
Probably the mint coffee shake thingy canceled out the raspberry/lemon/vodka junk. Was texted by Arielle who needed an escape from being lectured on the phone by her hypocritical, spoiled parents. Yes, I have met them and am acquainted with their behaviour towards her and I can say this. So we chatted for a bit at Bistro and then there was a request for solid food as a means of absorbing the raspberry thingy.

Angelllaaaaa flaked on me again. She has been doing that lately which is not exactly like her. Generally, we meet up for coffee every other Friday at 9pm and people watch until the wee hours babbling about how street signs should really be abbreviated bits of advice for people with issues.

Example: "Stop","Do not enter", "Yield", "Construction Ahead", et cetera. It is funnier at one in the morning, trust me.

We were going to catch up since I last saw her around three weeks ago. In any case, what wound up occurring is she was tired from having been up since before dawn so I lingered outside Bistro listening to questionable tunes being performed by some nice duo with Arielle while gossiping about work mates and looking above us to see if we were in the path of this barn owl circulating above the scene. I do not even want to think of all of the misplaced modification in that run onish sentence. blablabla. She was doing impersonations of her house mates. In the end I think she was going to go home, snuggle into bed and watch Twilight. Or maybe go back out again with five guys to the Thai dance place...or more like the Thai place that morphs into a dance club after 10pm. I have not seen that film. I do not think that I want to. It looked more than a little ..well,bad. I am going to miss her when she leaves in August.

Did not sort the closet yet. Went in the pool and was reminded of how evil chlorine is. It dries out your hair, your skin. But it was nice actually being able to swim with Colin. He can swim now! His freestyle is getting rather good. I was trying to show him how to tread water and do flips. :D

Why is the Pacific ocean so cold? I know why but hmm...Still not quite used to it even after about a billion years out here. Stuck my foot in last weekend and did not feel the violent urge to squeak and jump backward in pain which must mean that it's Summer. Perverse, I tell ya. Ocean water should be warm damnit.

My mind is scattering (even more) which means that I should probably go read and, oh look at that, it's midnight. Sort of snuck up on me.

I can hear the truck headed to Arco to refill the pumps. It makes this particular noise when rounding the turn after coming off the freeway...

If I hear the train in the distance, then I know it's around one in the morning. *check clock* Phew. That would have been a tad difficult to explain even with the coffee.

Stalked rabbits and feral cats on campus during my bike ride home. It was very very still..just myself, the cats, the rabbits, and a trio of possibly inebriated girls singing Billy Jean and walking down the middle of the road past a grey cat with a fat tail that kept yowling. I guess he's not a fan of Michael Jackson.

The upstairs patio is super tidy with lots of green things growing. My gnome is very pleased with this state of affairs.

Ah yes, I was getting off this thing to go read a girly novella about attending boarding school in a castle-ish structure in Cornwall. Woot!

EDIT: D'oh! I did not mention the dream once again. Next time...

Sitting out on the patio at civil twilight by the light string and pinching spent flowers off the Sweet Williams and reading in a comfy chair are some of Summer's many delights...

Thank goodness it cooled off a bit! That was getting a bit intense, especially considering that it was also more humid than is customary for here. Still, I occasionally get mental flashes of running around in Minato-ku drenched or strolling outside the door on purpose at the age of nine at the onset of a sudden downpour. The other day though was half-ass-trying-to-be humid , as our old mail carrier might have said...I really do not like humidity without the rain. I babble about the weather too much.

Had tea with caffeine in it this evening which is why I am over here typing and not over there reading with most electrical thingies powered down/switched off for the evening. I went a little spare at the Co-op about a week and a half ago while standing in front of the bulk tea. Oh yes. Have not indulged that vice in awhile. I got Black currant, Star of Persia, Chai, and Early Grey. But, ooh, then there was this stuff called 'Pumpkin Spice' that came in little round bags and it is ridiculously delicious, yum. It's that African Rooibus stuff (not caffeinated) with spices and vanilla on top. You steep it for seven minutes and add milk and sugar for maximum tastiness! So I grew accustomed to not having caffeine in the evenings. That and I have had to be sensible about the coffee runs in the morning at work. It jacks me up being on all of these leafy beany stimulants. And it is expensive doing it every day. Arielle, the caffeind, has cut back a bit as well so that helps me to be less naughty. OOh. I was hitting the Cinnamon Dolce Lattes every morning for a bit with the occasional vanilla bean scone coated in vanilla glazing. *eyes glaze over* Yeah.

My dentist is demented in a good way. He rambles about simply everything while he hovers poking your teeth with needles and swabs and metal tubes. He can do it in such a way that you do not notice the pointy things going into your mouth, which I appreciate. You're skillfully anesthetized and too preoccupied with the insane chatter to care. This morning it was a chemically induced (One Rockstar cracked energy drink) rant about the new Transformers film; how the plot was far too predictable, the action dizzying, and the main actresses slow mo boobs bouncing all over in far too many frames for his taste. He apparently was not all that impressed with Up either. I have not seen it though I did enjoy what he said about how people were on about the main character and his being a widower and of how they were not realizing how lucky he was to have been married to the same person for fifty years and been happy. Hmm. Boobs, flying houses, energy drinks, the sound of drills.

When I got back to work shortly after lunch, Daniela handed me a bag of cherries that her parents brought back from Washington State. "You have to try these, she said, they're luscious..."
I was wearing a white shirt. Fortunately I took her advice and ate it whole spitting out the pit cause that would have stained forever. Mmm. She was right.

Head smells like oranges from this "sweet orange" shampoo I've been re-trying. It's kind. It hasn't made me react in a rash all over my scalp. I've been searching for the perfect shampoo since I was little...something that will not eventually wind up irritating my skin. Sooner or later, every shampoo has aggravated me, but I might have a winner.

Two more days of work and then looonnnnngggg weekend. You would not have realized just how long my expectation of it is without the repetitive consonants. No, I do mean my perceived expectation of its length and not its actual length. It's going to be grand. I'm biking to a 4th of July gathering in Winters on Beauty (the fast and spiffy bicycle). Think I will be a poolside procrastinator on Friday which means that I ought to finish sorting out the closet before then.

You know how some folks have the desire to go lighter in the Summer time. Well, if not, then pretend that you do. There is this whole association of Summer with innocence and childhood and the past and of hair being lightened by the sun. Of course when you get older and are no longer ten or eleven your hair gets darker. Some people who were blond are rather closer to brunette. In any case! I've thought it would be more fun to go gingery. I have plenty of copper tones already in with the chestnut not to mention actual red hairs. I should add a few more. Not 'permanent' though. I dislike that. Something that will wash out slowly in about a month or two...

Will probably get insufferably hot again at some point...
Time to stock the fridge with those frozen fruity ice thingies, the more vibrant the better. 'Popsicle' is technically a brand. I've been trying not to call things by their brand name but what else do you call them???

There's a lawyery term for referring to things by brand...if I could recall it.

Time to switch off the fan or turn it in a differing direction before I start to shiver.

Never mentioned my oddish dream. Next time...

EDIT: Hahaha! Today's XKCD with its trufax.
Okay. Byefornow. Sleepyeah.

It feels strange to have a fan sucking cool, nearly cold, air from outside and blowing it onto you when earlier you were nearly unbearably hot. But that's a dryer climate where temperatures actually go down after dark for you.

I still envy your perpetually rainy weather over there, monsieur_mimi, even if the temps only vary by like five degrees, and it's hell to dress for, and you're always damp. Sounds spiffy.

Would have posted something a bit sooner, but was preoccupied with my mouth hurting. Had my teeth worked on on Wednesday. Was completely out of it. I foolishly figured that I would feel close to normal once the anesthetic wore off. Hahaha! I began to feel woozy, light-headed, and terribly terribly tired. I sat in the shade watching Colin practice doing laps while melting into the patio furniture. Then later I sucked on cold things and sort of looked at Pirates of the Caribbean sideways from my bed painkillered up. Bleh. Next day was still dragging. Friday I think that I crashed after a long work week? Saturday we saw a friend off who is moving to The Land of Icicles in Winter and Basements Where Beer is Consumed and Much Pool is Played. Though I do not know if she particularly likes Pool. ;P Before arriving, we sat in traffic for four hours. On the way down I ordered tickets for Half Blood Prince on my iPhone. teehee! And I took pics of trees and traffic. The changing elevation made the gaps in my head ache...the recently drilled ones as well as my sinuses. It was a curious(ly painful) sensation. I ate Ahi Tuna at lunch and drank Jamaican Beer and sampled Jamaican Rum (Appleton Gold!).

Sunday, the horribly hot weather flat out molested me. Okay, that sounded creepy. But really, it fits. Imagine the hot, stifling, inescapable air rushing you as soon as you push the sliding glass door back and place a toe past the threshold. It was gross. It was not your everyday, average Summer heat, it was Advanced Heat. ;___;
It's supposed to be more "normal" this weekend. Yes, please!
I spent part of the afternoon before Colin came back sitting in my darkened bedroom, with the blinds drawn, a fan, headphones, and a film shot someplace much cooler with rain streaming down. And I remembered that I have my rain mp3s (I am serious). You can tell that it's sub tropical rain, I swear. That sounds so nice right now....*zone*.

I am currently hooked on the study of esoteric, antiquated alphabets and boarding school novellas.

It seems that I can no longer be coherent. Dentist again tomorrow morning. Not as traumatic though!

I leave you with a picture of the sea and sky that I took while down in Santa Crazy Cruz.

Until next time when I am able to ramble properly.
Had the strangest recurring dream..well..it's the place that recurs. Thought I had stopped dreaming about it. This was on Thursday. But (I'll get to that) later!


( Sky so blue... )

No, no, no, it was I who tried to kill you."

from...Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone

I find it fascinating that contained in that sentence is the first person past tense while at the same time the speaker is sort of referring to himself in the almost third person...since I associate telling a story about oneself with the third person. Suppose it just looks odd having the first person succeed "qui". I mean when you say "I leapt over the fence" you are doing the same thing but it is somehow more noticeable when you say "It was me who..." you know as opposed to some other person. In Japanese that would be a 'wa' construction... yeah okay, bla bla bla /babble.

This week has been emotionally wearing...
Dreams have assaulted me, work has felt more mundane than usual, I curse Cindy for bringing those evil Sun Chips of Satan that are less than three feet from my desk on top the fridge by the coffee maker, and the closet still looms. I have chipped away at it every night but there is still quite a bit of work to be done. Tomorrow I go through all of the book stacks...provided I am not tired/out of it from my dental encounter.

Tomorrow is Trip to the Dentist, Part 1. I am actually looking forward to it. Tooth pain is kinda vexing. I will be happy to have it taken care of. Hmm. I can hear birds tweeting outside at the approaching sunset but..air conditioning remains necessary so can't open the windows yet...

Why oh why did I agree to go into work at 8am? What was I thinking??
Guess that means I should postpone what I was going to babble about until tomorrow and get some sleep.

Think all of the recent dreaming means that the compartments are bleeding into one another. Hmm. I never was very good at compartmentalizing. I mean, I could be...if my heart was in it.

Being that it is now officially Summer, I must re-read Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell. Or at least...parts of it. :D;;

Will stop getting crap notifications every other second from Facebook after disabling that nonsense. "Hi! Soandso's second cousin once removed ALSO commented on soandso's status update", "Will you please add the Puppy application cause, gee, all your friends have!", "Mollusks have evolved!" Oh wait, that was Sim Earth...
It's not like I won't know once I visit the site!

My inbox is lately devoid of much substance.

P.S. plastikpoppy : Stay off that leg before it turns black in addition to purple!
P.P.S. Vote Saxon!

Why is the next DW special not coming out until November. I call that rather bogus...

Like this icon's pensive quality though I do not know about "lost". I think that more often than not when someone is figuratively "lost", that what they mean is that they know precisely where they stand but not what to do about it..which is more "at a loss", unless they truly are "lost". What I mean to say is that I am not....ohmygosh, bug, you need to fly out of here and not immolate yourself on the light fixtures. Pretty please.

Sleep now.

Colin is learning the backstroke.
I love how silly the definite article can be...

"She looks the business."

Sleeep!

Usually occurring on or around June 21, the sabbat of Litha is the triumph of the sun and culmination of the Green Man or the Oak King, the embodiment of the spirit of nature and the sacred male principle. His strength is at its most potent before he is cut down in a symbolic sacrifice representing the necessity of death in order for life to continue, anticipating the coming of the harvest. He is the wild soul that revels in the fullness of nature. His visage appears among the lush green leaves, peering out from among the foliage with penetrating eyes that shine forth with the wisdom of the natural world. He signifies the chaos and beauty of the potent god; he is the natural order or the universe and the frenzy of life untamed.

I find this bit intriguing as well...

The modern celebration of the Nativity of Christ near the winter solstice and the birth of John the Baptist near the summer solstice (St. John's Day) bears an uncanny resemblance to the pivotal exchange of power between the Holly King and the Oak King of paganism

excerpts from The Wiccan Year by Judy Ann Nock

Makes me want to go read Narnia...

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It is still lingering in the low 60s here! I wonder how warm it will eventually get...
Colin is with his dad today in the Bay Area (BRRR though I bet the beach is pretty).
I am working on my second cup of tea this morning. As soon as the place down the street opens I am ambling down there in search of a mirror for the hallway adjoining mine and Colin's rooms. We defeated the evil, blue dragon (only just) and are planning more adventures. We always seem to choose to play outdoors when it is windy which poses some obvious logistical problems. I can see the airs being stirred at the tree tops though down here....oh, I spoke too soon. Hmm. I can seed morning glories, cornflowers, and zinnias tomorrow. I hope that it will be warm enough for the zinnias to germinate. Supposed to be in the 90s again soon.

Have set an ambitious goal for myself this afternoon to go through all of my old clothes and things in the closet. It is beginning to resemble disturbingly the Room of Requirement. Lately I toss in there whatever book or thing I have no home for out here. Ahhh... :D;;;

I catalogued all of the books that I have recently (and not so recently) acquired that I have yet to read, and I plan to have them all read by the end of the Summer!

OOH. Squee~! New Merlin set piccies!!


I love the Longest Day.

edit: Unlocked though probably nobody will pay it any mind since it was nearly two weeks ago and most folks are not terribly observant at least not enough to randomly click on the past and begin reading...and if you are then I suppose you are a curious sort which is something I admire being that there seems to be a scarcity of it...

Warning: Slightly EMO.

I have recently discovered (or perhaps recently been reminded) that there are those who are reasonable, responsible, mature, adults. And then there are those who have all the appearance of being so....

I especially encounter this at work lately. Haha...

So this evening, I decided to succumb to moderate drinking. Yes. I just did not feel like entering Friday evening in a completely sober state. I think that...I am more than serious enough at work, more than sober enough from day to day to allow for some lack of it every now and again. And my subconscious has been having fun with my sleeping patterns...So it was one beer, two beer, one glass of wine, more...
I confess, though I have been rather happy lately, work stress and friends stress aside. Hmm. But no, I am not impervious...and I miss people...

"Hey there, Sir Latesby, of Latedonia in the land of Lateness. When are you going to bed??"

"Why thank you McSmarty Pants, resident of McSmartsville..."

I ask you..is this any way to speak to your mother?? :)

I feel like I had these ideas in childhood of the sanctity of Nature and the living spirit contained in all things even inanimate that was little by little eroded or supressed by the overwhelming push toward a uniform cynicism and steeliness befitting a harsh and unforgiving world powered by Newton and scientific achievement as the pinnacle of humankind; its twisted destiny to understand all through conquering and disassembling in a clinical fashion as was fashionable and extracting its 'value' like essence or illicit drugs, the illicit drug of knowledge without soul. Not to mention reigning supreme over all and asking all to submit its will to man, the supreme child of God.

My religious beliefs in a nutshell. Kind of. Sort of. Maybe.

I am finding Blake fascinating lately...except that wasn't him I quoted...

I was happy...for a few weeks, well and truly content. I had put certain things behind me and was looking ahead to the future. I began to engage myself in certain things that I had not in ages and to stick with them. I did all of the daily activities that I needed to each and every day without fail. And the sun felt wonderful glistening through the tree leaves, falling onto my knees and the pavement as I rode my bicycle to work or wherever.

I still do these things...mind you and I am sorting my life but...these past three days ever since I had that vivid dream, I confess, I have felt a tad more wistful. I suppose this was inevitable really. You can't contain that sort of sentiment and then let it go so easily, if it be real...

I am le tired and feel like I am spamming though this is me attempting to post more often. And so I will not make this overlong. I owe about a billion people comments tomorrow when this nastily exhausting work week is finally finito. Had a beer again at lunch today even though I was going to be heading back to work this time...:D...

In any case...


I has buttons!! Clicky clicky to see them.


( Doctor Who Buttons!!! )


It seems I have not written in my paper journal since mid January...

Doctor Who has been scarring me since early childhood...last night at like 11:40 I was starving so I went downstairs to get peanut butter on toast (nummy!). And of course I had to run up the stairs just in case ravenously evil shadows or quantumly fixed stone angels happened to be lurking somewhere in the darkness...

Ordered a couple of DW buttons online for my messenger bag. Will take photos. One of them reads: "The Angels have the phone box." XD

We had a creamy pasta with peas and ham earlier. I really really wanted mushrooms but was feeling happy/floaty due to warm weather, afternoon off, and beer and so did not go back to the store. Conversely though, I felt super-motivated to organize my entire room + computer . I find it difficult to stop my wandering mind from straying here, there and everywhere, but a small amount of alcohol gives me a super focus that allows me to block out distractions and extemporanea. I know, it's cheating. I should meditate or something. I felt so happy ! I love outward tidiness. Makes me feel more inwardly tidy...Was so nice having the afternoon free...It was to make up for having worked Saturday for five hours. Now I have two more days until the blessed weekend. Had a relaxing lunch, sat outside for a little bit, watered the plants, played games, listened to music and went through piles of books.

Colin is progressing with his swimming! He can swim across the pool (width wise) in a rudimentary way and we are working on his stroke. :D

Later this week (I was going to wait until the weekend, but ..) going to go goggle shopping. I think that it will be much easier for him to keep his head and neck in the proper place if he can actually see where he is going...

I wonder if letting him add random monsters to the party out of pity and a sense of egalitarianism (this goblin was being paid less than minimum wage by an evil dragon) is wise.

"But, mum, they were underpaying him! Look at him, he looks sad...He needs friends."

"And a Big Hug :P."

Hee!

Clouds come back!

Think I'll have an egg tomorrow morning.


...about time I grabbed a book and crawled into bed.

EDIT: And Suman was the Sumonster (nicked from the creator of that nickname) today. I wanted to kick her down the hallway for how she was behaving towards Arielle. Rrrr. Possibly not literally. Probably not. Maybe.

Coworkers were being a tad snarky...when delivering things to me to, ah, do.

"Hey, bitch, yeah..I'm talking to you....So. I need these contacts ordered TODAY, you got that? This patient is going to France/Jerusalem/Jamaica/Thailand by the end of the week...which means that we need to order them NOW or else, they'll be all out. Okay??? Thanks, bitch."

First off, that was paraphrased a lot and I am not really the person who does that but I do know how , and second of all, I severely dislike it when people speak to me as if I a complete idiot who does not know how to do a job.
Some folks have been whinging severely about their job responsibilities lately and/or arguing about what they are, specifically. I find this highly annoying as I pitch in where necessary realizing that we are currently short staffed in some respects. Grrrr!

I have been practicing what I did a few months ago, where I observe people and their behaviour, realize that their gnashing vexation and repetitive anger need not be mine, and ...let it go. It works fairly well! In this way I hope to stop the trail of Grawr before it spreads as I am only too skilled at passing the Anger Vibe along...with bells on! :D
This one co-worker, S, but not Suman, no, puzzles me a bit. She is rather silent, silently raging more like. She's engaged, life seems to be going rather well outside of work, starting her own business possibly, going on a trip and will be off most of Wednesday, and all of Thursday and Friday. In addition, she never has to stay late and gets to spend most of her time removed from the chaos up front. Of course when she is asked to hang out up front , she throws a quiet fit and glowers at everyone. Whining generally gets her her way. Even Suman volunteered to sit up front for her on Saturday when I would not bend to her desires. Despite this, she is perpetually seething. I have to say, me and Arielle are a bit through with her. Why are some people so emotionally spoiled??


In any case...

Made banana bread earlier but I forgot an ingredient. It wasn't an ingredient off the list in the book, it was a special one that I add. I have not made it in awhile..so it was still nice, just not perfect. Alas.

We have baked beans left over from dinner.
This makes me happy. MMmm. Lunch!

It can stay marine layery and cool, if it wants to. I know that it is officially Summer next weekend, still...

The podcasts are stacking up and I still need to sort this scary room.
I chip away at the horror that is the closet a little bit every day.

Can't wait til Wednesday when I get to come home at eleven in the morning!
I mean, I can wait, cause obviously, I would be put out if I had to skip Tuesday, that being a day in my life after all even if eight hours of it will include work.

I ponder that every day...how on the one hand you want the day to go by so that you can get to the good bits, the spaces that do not involve working..while at the same time, it is sort of a crime to wish it, cause you are in effect wishing bits of your existence to zip by along with it.

Trees looked especially green today...

Rewartching some of the Harry Potter films in anticipation of the next. And rereading the first one in French for fun and practice as well as the last. Also reading about Druids and starting The Mists of Avalon. That is about as sane as I can be in terms of limiting my reading. I am er enthusiastic. Work today was not too bad considering...Have half of next Wednesday off. Sushi for lunch again. With Colin this time. Then we went to the comic book store. And... I was mistaken for someone who works there! XD Bought a slew of 10 cent Aven cards so that I can make a birdy deck. Time to make dinner! ( Lunch! )

Someone at work likened me to Hermione. :o I'll take that compliment, thank you very much! Though I feel a bit weirder and prone to saying things that make people raise an eyebrow or stare at me for a few seconds before stifling a laugh...

Weather continues to be unseasonably cool. It's like the Bay Area just moved over here leaving the coast in a veil of grey gloom. I bet it looks lovely though. I like fog.

Today would be Friday (and it still is, I suppose) if I were not working tomorrow morning as well! It is only for half the day (rrrghhhh) and I get half of Wednesday off, so not so bad really. I am currently waiting for the tea to go ding and feeling guilty for not having posted anything yesterday or the day before. Colin is being dragged to work along with me ;). He is currently at an end-of-the school-year sleepover at Nemesh's house. He was in raptures over the dumplings that his mother was making for dinner last night.

Speaking of, I am hungry and ought to eat breakfast and get off this thing.

Funny how cooler temps and crisp air and a subtle dampness make me inwardly bouncy from moment to moment...as if something exciting is going to happen...

It's been interesting reading something in another language that I have already read in English. At first I thought that the oddish feeling/sensation this gave me had to do with my brain not achieving that level of familiarity with French that I naturally (and from birth) have with English which will always render the latter and anything written in it, that much more intimate. But I think it has more to do with the fact that I know it is a work originally written in English, and so my brain will always look for what is "wrong" or different in the telling in a language once removed from the original.

After all, I still chuckle at the same jokes in French. I still found the scene between Harry and Slughorn at Hagrid's hut affecting. Even Hagrid himself is very Hagrid-like despite not having his accent and very British mutterings. The translator did a brilliant job.

I do the same thing with English subtitles...analyse them to see how faithful they are to whatever foreign language is being spoken based on my familiarity with that other language.

Tomorrow is Wednesay! ..which is ever so slightly less exciting because I have to work for half of Saturday. The weather continues to be luscious and cool.

And then there are the codes people communicate with within their own/the same language.

Hmm...

A brief entry tonight because I am le tired again, and want to get back to some reading.

Work was a bit crap. I felt like I slaved away clearing things off my desk and facilitating only to be faced with folks lingering after six looking like they were making a night of it, and expecting others to naturally follow suit. NOT! I like eating dinner and having a life..just because you failed to catch up on all of your affairs throughout the day, and lack the spine to speak up about the incredibly lax schedule that we seem incapable of sticking to...

I dare anyone to approach me with commentary about it tomorrow morning.

It's that time again!

Yes....time to begin frothing at the mouth and checking the Groups and Standings at the FIFA World Cup 2010 site to see who will be in South Africa next Summer.

I notice that Ireland has a good chance this time around!! The Netherlands, Japan, Korea Republic, Australia, Spain?, and possibly England look good to go points wise or have qualified. I reallly want to see Wales somehow make it in with Craig Bellamy at the helm. That would make for a rather fun competition. No, I do not mean Nine Iron fun either... The French need to kick it up a level though!

I have an alert for watering the plants in the morning before work, and a daily set of To Dos. High amounts of structure seem to be working for me lately. I am managing to read French everyday and review Kanji. Just need to keep at it. :)

To whoever is eating a tuna fish sandwich underneath my balcony: "Oh my goodness, stop it! You are making me hungry..." Or it could be tuna mac. It is something with tuna...MmmmmMmmm.

Had two servings of salmon sashimi on Saturday. That is an addiction that I need to conquer for the sake of my wallet. So tasty. It was a bit crowded in there though...
That was the first time that I have gone by myself. Odd how having someone along can be an anchor in a crowded room swirling with conversations and activity. Okay, not so odd. Plus it sounds as if I am using them for their anchorness... I felt my attention being stretched in various directions at once like silly putty. One of the chefs behind the bar was visibly annoyed with the party of guys to the my right. They kept asking for things every five seconds, and not very politely, and he shot them subtle but vexed looks through containers of multi-coloured fish eggs. I waited a bit and asked for more salmon and he got in two seconds and smiled faintly while handing it over to me. (cause I am not a rudesby, apparently, no yesterday at any rate...)

Chatted with Angela yesterday evening..watching her eat a Thai salad with peanut sauce and veggie fritters. (Oh gosh, I am talking about nothing but food!) She had gone off New Zealand...but I received a text earlier today saying that she was interested in ornithology in Antarctica. She didn't like the sound of NZ due to its remoteness. Yeah...

I planted lots on the upstairs patio. It looks rather pretty/tidy. Of course I am trying not to think about its being Monday tomorrow...

Looking behind me I see that I still have some things to sort out before I can go to bed. :O
Was happy to see Colin come home!

I saw these books mentioned online while perusing Wikipedia...not sure how I got there....which makes sense when you've been meandering around Wiki for awhile. I passed by Sir Francis Drake among other things. Hmm. The books in question are Enid Blyton. :O Boarding school fiction! bad. silly. bad. It's a good thing I have no more room for any more books...quite literally...Phew!

Tired.


Changed the layout, again!
Made a new pretty banner because I like pretty banners. Let me say 'pretty' one more time in this entry. or Eight. Pretty. pretty. pretty. pretty. pretty. pretty. pretty. pretty.

/nonsense.

Went to Uncle Vito's and sipped on a Stella beersicle and ate pizza. Bought plants and repotted most of the stuff on the balcony.

Currently sitting near the arboretum feeling pleasantly sleepy waiting for a friend. And if it gets chilly, I have Windbreaker in a Bag! XD

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Ahhhh. Lazy Saturday...

Got video cables at Fry's and watched Merlin on the flat screen television on the comfy chair!
Some day I should check out that Welsh book that I got with the accompanying audio bits that I stuck on my iPod. Hmm. There must be some logical and efficient way of organizing the various languages I have going. It seems I am running out of burners...so to speak. Need a bigger stove. :o

Work was seriously tiring.
I do not want to see, hear, or think about contact lenses for quite a long awhile.
This weather is luscious. I know that it's June and ought to be broiling or at least moderately warm instead of Fake Fall, but it sure is nice. Does not look as if we will have any more random thunderstorms though.

My co-workers are a little perverse. It was nearly quarter after five and they were making calls, and typing and placing orders and whatnot. I can see where this behaviour might be marginally acceptable on Tuesday or even Thursday, but not on a Friday...just, no. Apparently they did not have a key though because they went out the back and left an interior door unlocked which set off the alarm. Went back and locked everything though since we were already in town.

Not sure what Angie is up to. She was planning to look for work in New Zealand but when I have asked about it she goes silent. Hmm. She had said at one point that I was the only one of her friends to take her seriously. Going to try to invite her to sushi again tomorrow. Really need to make some time at some point during the weekend to tackle the closet and..should probably face reality and realize that I do not have enough shelves for all of my books. :/

Last year I got a library card so as to avoid just this situation. Woops.

Going to get some Sweet Williams and another geranium for the upstairs patio, read loads, and sleep in..but not in that order, obviously. I will have to at some point read on the patio, beside geraniums, while trying not to fall asleep.

Ahhhh, the weekend!

And 41 more days until HBP...

I started formulating a HP centric RPG! Colin gave me this look when I told him. I already thought up a semi-elaborate back story and basic plot. Luna would make an excellent Druid. I just need to create an appropriate class for Neville, something plant based or to do with , say, wortcunning. /dork ^O^

*goes off to listen to Pottercast and read*

/dork, really this time.

The Verdict: I have some stellar, healthy teeth (in the main) and about three seriously messed up toothlike predicaments which I am getting fixed in the near future. Fun times. Hooray for my tax return!


Work is better and worse. The work flow resembles a drain that's been corroded away with cheap, store bought chemicals and shoved full of hair, if you'll pardon the visuals. In other words, a real plumber was needed but they preferred to dump Drano all over the situation instead, and use duct tape for the rest in the hopes that it would solve the main problem. The better is that I feel like things are finally getting accomplished on my end with the bills.

Still do not know what to make of Suman. We're either happily chatting or scowling. I can see where she'd be fantastic to know outside the office, but in it....hmmm. She could appear in the dictionary under 'Aggressive' hugging a pit bull. I am prone to slipping inside other peoples' heads and adapting their point of view a little too easily. And I wind up temporarily losing my bearings in the process of wanting to decipher them, basically. I am fascinated to know how people tick and why. So when Suman is nice I get drawn in and forget that she was being a passive-aggressive blankhole the other day. I am proud of myself for getting better at that lately though. I am not rude, but I won't compromise my weary/critical stance of her just because she buys muffins for the entire office one day. It's not that I am not forgiving...just that she's a repeat offender.

The time leading up to the dentist was freaking me out sort of getting me down. And yesterday was the first time I left work at precisely the time that I was scheduled to in awhile. And after dinner and tea and whatnot, I am like "Crap! It's already nine???" So I stay up a little later than I ought in order to read.

Last night I was awoken at 3:30 by epic thunder and lightning. At least it was epic for out here. Colin was stirring and I shook him and said "Colin Colin! Look! A real storm!!" So we sat and watched it for about half an hour and then went back to sleep. Who knows when he will see others like it living out here where the weather is pacific.

Got Colin hooked to DnD. Got Alyssa and my mother hooked to BBC's Merlin series. ;D


Texted Angela: "Let's go eat sushi while I can still afford it!"

Yes, I am quoting the debauched national anthem for my subject line.
This week is warranting it so far. Work=the major suckage. On the one hand, I feel better about it, more handy, more productive. Still, it has been knackering...

I ironed my clothes for work tomorrow! Thin grey skirt and black button up shirt; flat black shoes.

I find this song and the accompanying video fascinatingly indulgent and bent. ( La dee da )

Tomorrow is the halfway point and the weekend is settled:

Saturday-Plans-NONE, save for sitting around amidst piles of books orchestrating and attacking the closet which is in dire need of sorting. Might go out Friday evening. Am concerned about Angie. Only coffee will be involved. Going to order a new battery for my computer and OOH tinker with it to get a stuck DVD out of the drive.

Weather should be gorgeous.

Even in light of life's occasional lameness, I am proud of myself for being true to me and for not compromising that for anything. Nothing should ask you to go against your own nature, after all.

Been unwittingly compartmentalizing my life lately...It is something that I do rarely, but it is necessary. Else I would let loose with some strong emotions. Perhaps they run the show and thinking logically leads to further illusion. Yes and no. The only one I allow myself in vast quantities is quiet joy when I bike under the shady patterns of trees or sip tea on the balcony with Colin. Oh yes, and supreme ire with the job! I make funny faces, mouth obscenities, and the like profusely.

So far 2009 has been...surprising, hopeful, inspired, as well as intermittently lame. And it is nearly half way through!

2009 thus far, in brief: January-interesting!, February-weird/fun/exciting!, March-oddish, April-rushed, bewildering, anger-inducing with a bright spot being Colin's turning 11, May-here and then gone; it started on a rather blah note but ended well.

I am not so sure that working more hours is really what it is cracked up to be. Feels like the evenings pass by too swiftly during the week. Going into debt for further education may not be so bad..what with the coming world economic meltdown, I wonder...

With the last La Liga games this past weekend...the footy ,in the main, is over for a few weeks.

I know that there are people out there who are not into football (soccer) probably because they have never been surrounded by a ton of ecstatic fans and been completely won over by the scarily palpable enthusiasm, and the beauty of it...elegant in its simplicity. And then there are the weeping, bare chested in chilly temperatures middle-aged men covered in body paint and belting out show tunes in a great seething mass. It's more than just a sport, it's a phenomenon, it's all walks of humanity banded together toward a single cause cussing and singing and spending time together; it's magical. It is the most beloved sport of Planet Earth, like no other. Yeah....

Been keeping rather busy the last, well I was going to say two weeks but who knows at this point..time is passing (at least in the short term) at a rather alarming rate. I have been scarce on all of the chat programs, going to bed earlier, reading beforehand because it leads to more hours slept...usually. Lately I have not felt deeply stressed, but apparently that is not quite so. I have been having vivid dreams for ...days, over a week?? Whatever is stressing me just waits until I am sleeping. I don't think that that is so bad really. I do not get bothered by it while awake at least. Not sure what to make of it. ..except that right now I feel supremely scattered. Weekend was good..I think....it was busy. My recent buzzwords: busy, occupied, diverted.
A random woman said something strange to me in my latest dream. Will mention that later. Was fascinating.

Colin and I played games off and on for four hours Sunday. Saturday we hung out, ate sushi (Mmmm salmon sashimi) played card games with Alyssa and...something. Got slightly sunburned for the first time in ..years!

( And more...blablabla )

( Star Trek!!! )

Eegads: this is so my situation when I am out with friends...except with bicycles...

I am going to try the post everyday for a month thing or I might wind up posting every other day. On the one hand, I know that I could use my time more wisely, but on the other hand, I have a strong inclination not to ...because I fear that it will only lead to my head space being more cluttered and my hours more crammed with activity.

The beauty of doing "nothing".

Was supposed to rain until the forecast changed..again. But for Thursday there is a 40% chance of grey clouds with lighting bolt shaped thingies according to the Weather Channel graphics...

EDIT: Nice to know that people who are not even friends (or perhaps not even people) are leaving spammy comments on my blog. I may have to lock it again.

Chairman Baker is in over her head. Looking after Great-Uncle William's tiny cottage while he's ill should have been easy. But Great-Uncle William is better known as the Royal Wizard Norland, and his house bends space and time. Its single door leads to any number of places- the bedrooms, the kitchen, the caves under the mountains, the past, and the Royal Mansions, to name just a few.

-From sleeve of House of Many Ways by Diana Wynne Jones

EEEEEEEEE!!!! Just came in the mail.

And Sophie and Howl are in it somewhere as well...

OKayokay. Need to reign myself in and finish books before catapulting into another one. But, ooh, the shiny. *bitch slaps attention span*

Even with an iPhone, not having the wireless blows. And now I remember why I like saving things to text documents before sending them across the internets... cause I have a bleeping backup!!

Allie to me regarding lack of modem:

"or we could jailbreak your phone and route all the traffic from the wireless network through it instead of the DSL ;)"

Okay! :D

They need to do this sort of thing over here!

I would so be part of a choreographed flash mob.


On my mother's blog: "And the new Star Trek movie is opening which pretty much has my whole family squealing like little girls." <3

Well, we do have a poster on the inside of the downstairs bathroom door that reads: All I need to know from life I learned from Star Trek.

Got tickets!! Me and Arielle are going to the 10pm showing tomorrow night. Squee!
It can be corny as all hell and I know we'll have a good time. The Chronicle gave it the guy sitting up in his chair clapping. OOooooOOOoooo.

Apparently I have a sort of writer's block. How can I know this if I am not writing anything terribly contiguous and coherent you might ask? Well, the constant inner stream is a bit more disjointed and full of less random glimmers of randomness than usual and my rants tend to peter off before hitting full steam. It could be that I have been attempting to be a duck at work with the rolling of things off my back, and to cut off the negative chatter in my head once it starts. There is dialogue all of the time....random conversations, ideas, et cetera. I must say they have been tainted by lack of sleep and more than the usual (isn't that always the way) pile of CRAP at work. :) Ergo my mental chastising.
I mean why meditate on negative things?? Even if they seem to eat at you for small intervals. Again, sleeping more would reestablish the nice happy buffer I am thinking. Easiersaidthandone.

It's bad when you feel livid before setting foot across work's threshold...in mere anticipation of the day's potential nonsense. :S
To put it in an uncharacteristically small nutshell (for me, you know, cause my so called brevity generally warrants a nut that one might find at the base of a er Sequoia sempervirens if they sprouted nuts rather than gigantic cones proportional to their height, cause that thing has a long way to fall and the seeds have to remain intact, a few of them, so it needs must be sturdy though come to think of it they don't reproduce via cones and then there's the fire required to activate...anyway! nutshell...nutshell): My boss needs to grow a pair and run the office rather than letting it run her. She was literally shaking with anger yesterday morning after a particular incident with one of our less than tactful/mindful coworkers. And this is someone whose face should grace the dictionary right beside the entry for "chipper" as in perpetually or "sunshine" as in "it shines out the back of her neck always". Her default mode is ecstatic. So to see her veritably twitching with displeasure is well....frightening.
Did she confront said person of the notsosubtle demeanor? NO. She let herself cool off and then...let it go. Today she seemed to be tweaking a bit still under a couple layers of the Happy though I did note that it was..hmm...transitory. I kind of spoke to her only when absolutely necessary until later on when her mood lightened a tad.

So the toxic atmosphere has been a bit much to bear. Too many cranky people in a small space.

And OH, Suman, hahahahaha, yeah.
We had a disagreement of sorts. She's rather theatrical or can be. I like her or did until she got on the wrong side of me. She has sparred with various people there repeatedly, and I have...always defended her, tried to see her view of things, respected her opinions cause I like her blablabla but the other day she went too far and somehow misinterpreted my shrugging my shoulders when asked a question that did not even pertain to her....

In any case, it takes an awful lot to get me to the point where I will show you my less than pleasant side. I have been told that my anger is startling and ...effusive cause no one expects someone like me to get angry...in the manner *cough* that I do. It's apparently a bizarrely articulate, eyes-like-dinner-plates, ire. Or so I have been told.
So today the latest slight: she gets cute little note cards for everyone in the office but me. hah. She made up this random excuse for why mine went mysteriously missing, and I shot her my 'Don't screw with me cause I know you're lying. Just say what's on your mind. Please don't waste my time with fakery' look. She scarcely made eye contact for the rest of the day though I was civil and bordering on agreeable and spoke in her general direction when she asked for something.

Me. I do not have perfectly combed hair, snazzy outfits, makeup applied with a ruler, or a masters in neurobiology, and an overflow of confidence that is so loud that it can be heard from orbit but apparently I do possess something else...because she looked genuinely uneasy in my presence on more than one occasion. Alternatingly quiet, careful about her appearance but not especially showy, measuring everything before doing anything, not exuding loads of arrogance Erin made Suman look ...flummoxed. It wasn't a guilty look either. I have never spied a crack in Suman's ,for want of a better word cause it sounds..wrong, mask before. Hmm.

I think that I should start using my powers for Evil instead of Good! :)

Seriously...if I exuded as much confidence as she does....yeah, okay. That would just make me harder to talk to and I invariably would slip and revert to dork mode...My primary impulse is towards partial camouflage. Even writing in here about myself can be...a challenge. :/

I am sorry that we are not ..conversing. But shhhh, nobody let her know that!
I am still sour about it. Rrrr.


In any case...


I have the habit of wandering off from the electrical thingies and beginning to lose consciousness to a swirl of images and thoughts with everything still switched on. Lights, computer, network, balcony lights, et al. And of course at some point I peer out from my blanket and array of cushions and peaceful inner swirl to survey the kilowatt hour waste humming around me, and must of course pry myself up to turn it all off. This in turn breaks the spell I was under, the happy slide into a good night's sleep and renders me terribly alert! Returning to my nest I find that I ..cannot go back to sleep.

I know what the solution is....switch it all off beforehand, leave a light on, curl up with a nice book and be within lazy reach of a light putter outer grab my iPhone and meddle with it and it will put itself to sleep when I am long since lapsed into dreamland. Haha. XD;;;;

Seriously, I need machines and lights that sense when my brainwaves have shifted into alpha/theta mode and turn themselves off. Yes. Wish I could invent that. I swear that the upstairs vending machine at HealthNet and I shared a telepathic bond of sorts. I would put in money and it would spit out canned tea without my having to press any buttons. It obviously approved of my decision to quit drinking soda. ^^

*sigh*

Hmm...

HAHAHA, yeaaaaah!


OKay, I am going to bed now.

I guess I might have picked up what my entire family has had in varying degrees. :/

Been keeping an eye out on the clouds from my bed all morning (when conscious and not having the most bizarre dreams!). But I am up now.

And...

It is finally pouring out there.

This lightens my mood considerably, I must say! Whee.

I think that I might be the only person I know who becomes seasonally affected by it being hot and dry in the Summer here. Am I? Can't be..

*peers out window*

*smiles*

EDIT: Child to me whilst holding up his piggy bank: Mum...my bank needs a bailout!

That is all sorts of wrong!!!

EDIT2: Slept off and on during the day though still have very little energy. Avoiding Facebook because FB=lurking coworkers. Tired. Not used to being this exhausted after not having done anything. Will likely be home again tomorrow. *sigh* I can hear things dripping outside. Maybe it'll lighten my mood for a second time...hmm.
In any case, not changing the "mood" cause that animation is just hilarious...
Only one Doctor Who special until Fall...not even remotely satisfactory. babble.

Ever feel like you know way too much about all the people that you know (as opposed to the people you don't know, haha...reminds me of a Sesame Street song. Anyway!) ?

I really do sometimes [read: most of the time].

What do I do with this information??

Heard various things that made me sad, but I cannot comment cause I am just "the wall".

They should make an app for that and it can be called rather unoriginally: "TMI".
You touch it and it generates random things about random people sort of like Human Weather except without the weather, or I know, it's just a feed from Post Secret. Probably already exists.

Human beings...we're a seriously bent species.

I might secretly like being the wall, sometimes, depending.

Always a hideous irony to me how other people think someone "lucky" for being in a different situation when that person feels the exact opposite. Felt like that has happened so much to me in the past decade. Always someone looking and saying "Well you are lucky that blablabla" when they have so much themselves. But ..for some reason they are not satisfied even if it is in a really tiny way. The thing that made me think of it was rather tiny but still it got me to thinking about all of the other not tiny incidences of this weird sort of envy.

I've had people remark about something in this fashion, that I am "lucky" and then we drift apart. One particular friend, scarcely ever speaks to me. I would inquire after her but she never kept in touch. Just looked at me oddly or made some remark when we did happen to cross each others' paths. I only ever wanted to keep the connection we'd had since Junior High. Feel like I am starved for connections...

Why don't people bother to put themselves in other peoples' places more often??
Cause being on the opposite side possessed of other things does not necessarily make you "happy".
Even if it appears that your being so "is a constant in the universe"...quote from circa 1995.

Will talk about weekend later.
On Friday, my mother accompanied me and I bought the devil's own phone.
The sales rep, Marco, was one of the nicest most cheerful and enthusiastic people ever. It made me smile to see him so pleased. It was wondrous to behold. I even wanted to buy the car adapter though I have no car! He looked positively crestfallen though and was unendingly apologetic when he could not transfer my contacts for me. He was the nicest person I encountered all day.

Had lots to think about lately...
Work is evil and not sleeping is evil and oddish dreams are evil and...

One of the things that I was pondering as I have been for months in fact was that perhaps I will always be alone, so to speak. And maybe that is not such a horrible thing and it is okay and that is just the way things are or will be...for me. I glimpse random people on the street in various situations in life and..not everyone has a purpose or a destiny or a true love or an end goal. There are quite a few people who are born, live, and then die. They might see and experience beautiful things and meet interesting people and touch those people and be touched by them ...for the most fleeting periods of time (when you think about it, everything is fleeting) and then...they are gone. I might be one of them. I don't know. Perhaps, it is just the way things are. But then I think, "I cannot accept that" not because I am particularly important just...
I've had some wine and I am listening to tunes and thinking about how my life was..how it was simple and ...well, a bit boring. But that was okay, right? I don't need people. They always need me, haha. Friends. Friends who text, and call and want things, advice, words, company. And I have Colin :) and a place to live where the rent is reasonable and family and a decent life and...Hmm.

I was pondering, while riding my bicycle home from work about how at lunch just wandering around in the park and then riding along, in an in between place, neither here nor there, of how free I was; pretty clouds in the sky. When you are not at your destination and not starting off on the way, when you are in between...and have time...to get there, how wonderful it is. It's a nice little gap in life. You know that it is not going to last, but you savour it.

People secretly want to be released from the stuff and the obligations that surround them. But at the same time, they cling to them, they crave them, secretly. I mean, don't they? Everything is so contrary. People are contrary. I suppose it is just the way things are. It's neither good nor bad.

If that is so; if these things are true, then why do I feel this weird knot in the center of everything? Why do I feel like crying? ...like I am in a muddle?

I need...

I am turning the music up in my headphones. I want it to surround me, sort my thoughts for me. Whee, passive organization of my post-modern inner babble.

If I were to get a super phone, would it be too tidy? Would it sort things too much? I might naturally revolt and go back to the slips of paper and the babble and the chaos. But , the shiny...
I should get one and then write a novel on it.

Saw this vividly orange bird in a cage downtown and it was singing its head off.
I wonder what it was singing about.

I know when I am happy in a particular instant in time, because that is when I forget myself and I start to sing, random things. It just escapes without premeditated thought...

So it is Saturday evening, Colin took off around lunchtime to go sleep over at his friend, Namesh's, house until sometime tomorrow, I've had a glass of wine and some pastel chocolates to make merry over the Equinox or whatever and...I am going to spend the rest of my Saturday evening ....ah, sitting here as the cobwebs grow over me from lack of social shininess.

I feel cast off from life's feast like woah. :S

ajknscjiowniuvnwnvonwjinvijewnv.

blargh.

okayokay. end of whinging.

Usually I would be thrilled to have a quiet evening but...it feels like such a waste.

( Brain babble... )

I wound up on wiki and well, as per usual went walkabout.

brain waves > holonomic brain theoery > David Bohm > Quantum entanglement

We all know how Wiki can be.
Hmm.

House MD night is always fun.
Alyssa came over Monday evening and we all watched and chatted during the commercials.

Favourite lines:

Cuddy to House: No, you cannot keep Death Cat!
House to Wilson in an elevator: Stop doing that Dr. Wilson, it's not cute anymore!
Kutner to House: The cat was right, House.

Alyssa wants a Japanese translation of 'My hovercraft is full of eels' so I asked if she wanted the fresh or salt water version.

( I want a Magic 8 Ball that doubles as a mobile phone!... uh oh... )

Work is likely to be evil tomorrow as Arielle goes to Vegas, Cindy has finals and..yeah. But sometimes having fewer people and a frightening objective make for really good days.

Here's hoping!

blah blah blah :(