Thursday, November 13th, 2008 09:44 pm
After some wrestling with the dough, the gingerbread cookies got cut out and baked. I am uncertain and find them a little pasty, but John says they're not bad. And the kitchen smells like gingerbread, which is always nice. Will make more batches with the rest of the dough later; right now I'm feeling kind of wiped.

My Dunwich Whippoorwills T-shirt arrived. As did the Clocket I ordered for [ profile] commodorified, which is absolutely lovely. Have hit the point where I have a hundred little 5ml bottles of perfume[1], and am culling a bit while reading and watching movies.

...yes, it actually is that quiet.
[1] It's the decant circles.
Tuesday, February 12th, 2008 12:12 pm
I spent an hour up to my wrists in cold dead chicken last night.

An hour.

One hour.


In future, I may consider deboning chicken thighs. Never again chicken breasts. Certainly not four pounds of them. They have all those fiddly little ribs. Very bad.

Also, caught up on Torchwood. Think I am detecting a distinct recurring theme, but it's hard to tell--watching them all in a streak like that, it's possible to see patterns where there's just coincidences.

Beyond that, it's a slow day at work, Aunt Caroline's Joy Mojo is a wonderful thing, and I'm about to fire up "Dance, Soterios Johnson, Dance."
Tuesday, February 5th, 2008 11:43 am
John and I got a popup book of "The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon" for his nephew. Our nephew.

Since it's been suggested that perhaps I should avoid reciting the Gashlycrumb Tinies to the kid now that he's old enough to understand them, this is perhaps an acceptable alternative. :)

(Also picked up a four-pack of small skull-shaped erasers, for personal use.)

Read an interview with Gary A. Braunbeck in Apex. Am beginning to understand appreciate get an inkling of where some of the impact from In Silent Graves may have come from. When your daughter is born and lives six days and you don't ever get to see her because you and your wife are having problems and the only chance you get to say goodbye is from an intern sneaking you into the morgue and she's going to be cremated so they didn't patch her up after the autopsy and you only ever hold her for a hundred and twenty seconds and you try to cope a little by putting some of the recollection into your work--

--yeah. Okay. It has impact.

Finished Mr. Hands and "Kiss of the Mudman". I'll be picking up the rest of his stuff, I think.
Thursday, January 31st, 2008 09:16 am
Re: Silver Snail--this doesn't mean I won't try going by again! Sorry, that was unclear.

The temp agency gave me a raise. Tiny raise--3.866%--but hey, it adds up to a large fluffy coffee every workday, if I want one. As I am sitting here drinking buck-a-cup coffee from downstairs since our kitchen isn't unpacked yet, perhaps I will do something useful with--

--as it *just* dawned on me that hey, I think I missed the last Lupercalia update decant circle. Oh well. :)
Saturday, December 22nd, 2007 10:59 pm
Today went by very fast.

Assembled last-minute stocking stuffers[1], ironed out an upsetting but solveable scheduling issue, checked to see if there was any word on my Weird Tales coming in, grabbed dinner out with John and Kevin...

...damn. That really doesn't sound like much. I have no idea how it took up my day.

Pleasantly tired, vaguely headachey, and wondering exactly how quiet it's going to be at work on Monday.
[1] Wrote "stocking suffers". Am now vaguely wondering if I should go watch Nightmare Before Christmas or something.
Thursday, December 20th, 2007 11:19 am
Apparently BPAL is discontinuing its Rage scent come the end of January. May pick up some more next week; it's not my favourite, but I do like it quite well.


No matter what strange thoughts might pass through one's head when fumbling for the lightswitch and wondering where the cat is at 6:00 a.m., the song "Little Lord Jesus" is not actually about a vampire.


Spilt hot coffee on my hand. Care promptly applied. Am at the point where it's red and stinging without the coldpack on it, but doesn't appear to be blistering.
Thursday, November 15th, 2007 03:31 pm
...and in other news, sitting in a comfy chair, browsing Threads, and drinking peppermint tea[1] before going back to a largely-empty office where you are playing Abney Park's The Death of Tragedy is a very good use of a lunchtime. I'm practically feeling human again.
[1] Also fending off the verbal approaches of someone who apparently just wants to start a conversation. Odd, but she got the hint after two sallies. I was really not up to dealing with anyone today.
Monday, November 12th, 2007 09:55 am
It is not quite ten. I have been up for an hour.

I have gotten dressed, braved the landlord to retrieve my USB key, done grocery shopping, bought fluffy coffee, run a load of laundry through the washer and put it in the dryer, and taken out the garbage and the recycling.

Clearly I need more holidays. They are so *useful.*
Friday, November 9th, 2007 05:36 pm
Lost my USB key.

I'm pretty sure I know where it is--the property manager had a sign in the front hallway saying "Hey, I found a memory stick in the basement, come by the office". And I know what's on it, which should rather help in identifying it. And nothing on it is anything that I'm worried about anyone else having. And if the property manager *doesn't* have it, the most annoying thing would be losing the most up-to-date version of the BPAL spreadsheet.

But damn damn damn, now I *know* I've lost it, and I can't get it back until Monday at the earliest.

Tuesday, October 30th, 2007 02:23 pm
I must have an icon.

Specifically, an icon that says "Neovictorian Nightmares: I bought tickets before Warren Ellis pushed the show."

(The one saying "I'm too old for any job which requires me to have a positive attitude." is up there, too.)
Friday, October 26th, 2007 07:39 pm
I am a reasonable soul.

So I am not, all flights of fancy to the contrary, going to *kill* those coffee shop clerks.

Yes, *those* ones.

The ones who, when I finally made it in this morning and asked for a coffee to quash the squidgy pain throbbing behind my left eye, smiled and nodded and relayed the order and took my money and gave me decaf.


*stabs vaguely in the direction of the offending coffee shop with a fork and goes back to huddling over the cup of instant. Oh, this is going to screw with my hoped-for sleep schedule but good...*
Sunday, October 14th, 2007 07:00 pm
My paints my paints I found my paints. :)

In other news, the apartment now has... hrm... approximately 30 more cubic feet of loosely packed air in it. Because that is how much stuff we moved out. (Although, you know, the air that came in is probably considerably more tightly packed than the stuff we moved out. But you know.)

[ profile] dolston came by for a bit. TV and light game-geeking. Always nice.

Was drinking tea with honey-lemon (ingredients: honey, lemon) in it all day, and my throat is feeling considerably better. Haven't even had to take the second hit on the dry powdery inhaler today. Nose is still stuffed up, and am still feeling tired and generally not-hungry, but overall much better.

(Oh, yay, this doubtless means I shall be in at work tomorrow.)
Friday, October 12th, 2007 11:54 pm
*Was* feeling better.

After not getting to sleep until at least 2:00, woke up at 5:30 with screamingly sore throat. Drank heated Gatorade and took painkillers. Fell asleep until 9:00, when I needed to be woken up twice. Stuffed head, tender scrapey non-functional throat, intermittent coughing up of muck, breaking a sweat at the insupportable exertion of walking three blocks...

Went to work. No, I don't know either. Mostly kept thinking that *I* was thinking it was worse than it was, due to the lack of sleep and me hating being sick. (Note: I might be describing it as worse than it was. Yay, unreliable narrator.)

Got doctor's appointment. Was prescribed two different types of inhaler, since am apparently one of those people who occasionally gets asthma-like symptoms from a cold. For the rest of it: painkillers and hydration.

Finished day at work. I'd left a document partway through formatting when I headed out for the appointment, you see. It was just sitting there. Waiting. I *had* to go back.

Went home. Lay down on couch. Pizza and entertainment magically appeared in my vicinity. (I married a magician.) Garlic is great when you're sick. You can actually *taste* it, and eating becomes interesting again.

I'm sure I did something useful today outside of work... Sewing advice! Right. I found useful sewing advice to give to a newbie. And... I... *cudgels brain* stuff. Discovered at 1:00 a.m. this morning that I don't actually have much to read when tired, drinking chamomile tea, and trying to fall asleep.[1] Eventually resorted to 1000 Wild Little Weird Tales, which worked relatively well.
[1] I have learned to *not* use the Year's Best Fantasy and Horror anthologies for this purpose. Also, no Tiptree. In fact, I think I have a moratorium on ever casually reading Tiptree. Sheldon. Whoever. Wonderful work. Not to be taken lightly. This is a tangent.
Friday, October 12th, 2007 01:07 am
*develops horrible suspicion that, contrary to request, coffee served at 8:30 p.m. was not actually decaf*
Thursday, August 16th, 2007 03:32 pm
Just grabbed from [ profile] necronomiphiles; it's one of those smart, throughly in-jokey pieces of work that stands on its own as a picture and leaves you grinning at all the references.

A snapshot of Lovecraft's Mythos inspiration, here.


On a completely unrelated note, I bought flowers. Two stalks of orchids, in a brown flat glazed vase, with a pair of Chinese coins dangling from around the vase-neck. I'll bring them home tomorrow, probably. I have too much stuff to carry today.
Thursday, August 9th, 2007 12:26 am
Somewhere out there, there is Dethklok slashfic.

My heart died a little when I reached this conclusion.
Monday, August 6th, 2007 12:01 am
So. The latest portable Firefox won't read Rogers mail on this laptop. ISTR it was doing fine from work, so I will worry about it later.

I've gotten a bunch of stuff done today. It was more productive than solitaire. However, the sentiment of the icon holds true.


Substitute "Tuesday" for "Friday", and it's all good.
Saturday, July 28th, 2007 11:33 pm
So I'm walking home, nose in a book as is my wont, and pass by a trio of people sitting out on the steps of an apartment building, enjoying the (pleasant enough now that it's evening) air. Friendly enough tone, one of them calls out a question, and I respond.

"Harry Potter?"
"Harlan Ellison."

Currently waffling between going out and buying coffee and something small someplace so that I have a *damn table to write at*, and clearing a little more space in the closet and sitting down with The Willows and tea. You laugh, but I have a small walk-in closet, and it's mostly empty at the moment. It's a cosy kind of space.
Tuesday, July 17th, 2007 11:04 am
--but you can call me the Killer of Trees.[1]

I don't think my supervisor exactly believed me when I told him how much he was asking me to print. Or possibly he didn't realize that I meant the *big* binders.

Anyway. I'm tripping over people on LJ, which is fine, and recognizing them, which is starting to seem rather odd. I know Ottawa only has four hundred people[2], but do they really all know each other?

Bored. Thinking about ordering BPAL. Thinking I should call the vet about Toby's remains[4]. Thinking about spending my lunch break going out for coffee, and how odd it is that for all the people I associate with downtown, none of them really live there. (The people I know who've got a long history of living there or within quick strolling distance of it, I don't associate with downtown. Strange.)
[1] And if anyone except possibly [ profile] oni_neko gets that one without benefit of Google, I will be stunned.[3]
[2] ObNote: With extras for the street scenes.
[3] Oh my god, those stories are still online. I remember them from... yeesh... before I had residential internet access, so before I got out of high school... back when I had a pageful of handwritten URLs on notebook paper... when I was incidentally learning HTML by saving web pages I thought were neat to a floppy disk and taking them home and opening them up to read with WordPerfect 5.1... before I had e-mail besides NCF... sweet Christ I'm getting old.
[4] The return of said remains. I mean, it's not like I've been keeping him in the fridge or anything.