Thursday
"All these cute girls keep coming up and flirting with me, but they just want to put eggs in my pocket." -Tricky Augustine, 05/??/2007
Hoo-ray! Asbestos is up and running once more with a shiny new power supply. And now that I have access to all my diagnostic tools once more, I can see all the lamentable errors in my new code for the log. This can be fixed.
Truly a joyous day, for today I also found my long-lost silent cell phone. Looking for it over the past few days, I'd found several hairties, a missing art pen, two lighters, thirty-seven cents, and a drumstick. (It should be noted that neither Brian nor I play the drums.)
But imagine my surprise when I realized that twenty-four one-cent stamps wound only cost me twenty-four cents!
Wednesday
Why isn't Snow Machine on tour? I want to see Snow Machine live.
Monday, last week of Pentecost
"This is great! That Tooth Fairy is so hot." -Brian, 11/25/2007
I was scandalized to learn that postage is now forty-one cents for letters, said learning prompted by the return of one such. Annoyed!
Also, despite the grimace and avowal of hatred presented to me by everyone so far to whom I've mentioned that I am reading it, I find The Scarlet Letter a very gripping read. Out of the three books I can be said to be currently reading (Moby Dick being long enough on the back burner as to no longer warrant such nomination), it is by far the most stimulating. Not as much as, say, Hot Pot VII: School's Out or Middlesex, but far in excess of its apparent reputation. It's a good book. No wonder they make kids read this in schools.
Black Friday
This is one of those nights where the moon casts a halo. The full moon, in this case. But the radius of the halo is about forty times as large as the radius of the moon itself (visually, that is); I've never seen such a large halo before.
So after two Thanksgiving dinners, I'm pretty happy. Or I was, until Courtney Douglas told me I was a hipster. I immediately called Dylan (and Danit, but she didn't pick up) for his expert opinion. He disagreed, and put my mind somewhat at ease.
Somewhat.
Thanksgiving
I woke up this morning with the desire to write and possibly illustrate a children's book about the first Thanksgiving full of blatent and comical falsehoods. Primarily, that the whole thing started out as a bet on which birds would win in a flight race, and the Pilgrims, having selected the Turkey, decide to cheat using a homemade catapult. The rest of the story is, shall we say, Icarian and deliciously crispy.
I could do a whole series.
Wednesday
If you're reading this on the site instead of through a feed, you've probably already noticed the change: what I call 'list view'. Going back to the traditional layout of this journal, while retaining all the functionality. I'd been putting it off because of the amount of time it would take to re-write the code for it, but with Asbestos still lacking a power supply, Pyxis Mali and I forged ahead over several nights. Not having access to my usual games and preferred browser settings has really made me more productive, even with Brian gone and the new Mario game for the Wii in the next room. My room is very clean, and I (helped) bake a pie.
It was delicious.
so much later that night as to technically be the next morning
After falling asleep in my chair again, I've come to the conclusion that my unorthodox sleep schedule of recent days is due to the fact that Middlesex is a very gripping read. It did make me feel a bit lonely, though (for romantic encounters, not family members. Well, ok, it also made me hungry for Greek food). Thankfully, for the sake of my ability to function in society, I have finished it and moved on to Infinite Jest, which, I have already discovered, and unlike the previous title, I am completely able to fall asleep reading.
Only to wake up to let in some nice men to loudly replace my windows. The cat and I retreated -well, the cat was dragged along as I retreated- into my space-heated bedroom, where Shurpak has been having many hilarious misadventures, such as accidentally turning on the printer and overturning onto herself a tub full of band pins. Part of me no-longer-secretly hopes Brian will return soon from his surprise trip to Maryland to find the apartment sans windows and that I've begun to play Super Mario Galaxy as, no longer Mario, but his infititely superior sibling, green-clad Luigi, the latter of which I find an unexpected but delightful circumstance.
And now, as hunger has, as they say, built a house within me, I think I'll be off to the grocer/sunderer in search of refreshment on the cheaps.
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