| Son of a B****!!!! |
[Nov. 8th, 2009|03:04 pm] |
In trying to get some frozen hamburger out of my freezer, I dislodged an almost-full bottle of gin onto my toes.
The gin is fine, my foot is not.
There has been non-stop swearing for the last ten minutes.
Irony of ironies, I now need to go get ice out of the freezer. Maybe I'll use the bottle of gin, as penance. |
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| For the record |
[Nov. 7th, 2009|09:55 am] |
George wishes it to be known that he is The Saddest Cat In The Universe™.
Just so you're aware.
Life with me is a pit of suffering, despair, and angst. He's been HOWLING all morning.
Cats. |
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| random and weird things |
[Nov. 6th, 2009|06:22 pm] |
Today, as I was waiting for my Gym buddy ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) tethys123, I saw a girl leaving the gym. She was wearing her bathing suit still, with her towel wrapped around her, carying a bad and her sneakers. She was barefoot - litterally as though she had just gotten out of the pool, grabbed her shit, and left. She just walked out of the building headed towards the parking garage. It was a bit chili out (long sleeves or hoodie temperatures). It was very odd.
I also got a free banana at the gym! I didn't have breakfast, so I needed something after my workout. I went to the little cafe place and grabbed a banana, and took it to the counter. One of the employees came up (behind me, actually), and asked if that was all I was getting. I said yes. He told me not to worry about it :o I thanked him and skipped away to enjoy free fruit. Hooray!
There were some other things, but I forget them now.
My hands smell like chicken :( |
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| Owie... |
[Nov. 6th, 2009|04:57 pm] |
Appointment at the gym this afternoon. Am now a temporary resident of the Land of Owie™.
Writing has been a slog. With luck, that will improve.
It's weird to be off again after only two days of work. I think I'm going to enjoy this new schedule. :)
( Depressing stuff that's not all that interesting ) |
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| here is me posting a funny cat video |
[Nov. 6th, 2009|02:45 pm] |
Because you need to see Cats Carrying Fish. It's apparently some kind of game show from Japan (of course!) where they see which cat can carry the largest fish.
(Sorry about the ad before the actual video, just mute it for those 20 seconds I guess.) |
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| Dog update |
[Nov. 6th, 2009|12:08 pm] |
All is going well with Sierra. She is a really chilled out dog for the most part, so far. I am sure she would *like* to play (not allowed until she gets her stitches out in a week) but she is not being annoying about it - mostly just lies around and naps unless I do something interesting like pick up her leash, or anything involving food. She was a bit resistant to the crate last night - whining mournfully and singing the sad song of the sea after we'd gone to bed - which I hope won't become a trend. Ian finally settled her by coming into the room, but just ignoring her... I dunno, I guess she wanted to know that we (or Ian anyway) was still here? She didn't fuss in it this morning after he went to work - or not that I heard anyway; I went back to sleep as I wasn't feeling so well.
We were a bit concerned that she wasn't pooping, but that seems to have resolved itself after a little bit of pumpkin puree. She is a lovely girl. I can't wait to be able to take her on proper walks instead of just around the block. I'm probably going to get one of those really long retracto-leashes so that maybe we can play fetch in the back yard as well. And man, would she ever like to chase a squirrel. She can spot one a mile away and then it's ears up, whine city! Those little fuckers are everywhere, too! I never noticed quite how many there were around. O_o |
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| And here we go |
[Nov. 5th, 2009|10:49 am] |
It's not quite a Class 3 zombie outbreak, but we have two members of the OCC down for the count, one with a confirmed case of H1N1, the other with a suspected case, and definitely some kind of flu.
Bizarrely, I am still unfussed, although we are quite short-staffed at the moment. I still think this is all being blown way out of proportion to its merits.
In the meantime, the office REEKS of Lysol and is giving me a serious chemical-induced headache. |
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| In which people continue to not listen |
[Nov. 5th, 2009|07:43 am] |
Me: "RCMP-GRC Montréal, bonjour, good morning!"
Caller: "Is [Officer's Name] there?"
Me: "I'm sorry, that section is closed until 0800. Is there an emergency?"
Caller: "I wanted to speak to [Officer's Name]."
Me: "I'm sorry, they're not in the office until 0800, in one hour from now. Is there an emergency?"
Caller: "No, it's fine. When are they going to be in?"
Me: "At 0800, in an hour."
Caller: "Okay, I'll try back in ten minutes. Bye!" *hangs up*
Me: *head connects violently with desk* |
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| Heather Dale's in Town! |
[Nov. 5th, 2009|06:50 am] |
I don't know if I'm the only one who missed this announcement until the email came, but Heather's playing in Halifax on Saturday!
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*SAT Nov7, 2009 -- Halifax, NS -- The Music Room Concert Hall,
presented by HarbourFolk.*
6181 Lady Hammond Rd., Halifax NS, B3K 2R9, 902-429-9467, www.scotiafestival.ns.ca. Showtime 8:00pm; come and enjoy an evening of enchanting Modern Celtic music! Tickets $20, $15 for students/seniors/HarbourFolk members; tickets available at the door, and at the Halifax Folklore Centre (www.halifaxfolklorecentre.com).
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GLEE! |
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| In which people don't listen when I talk |
[Nov. 4th, 2009|09:08 am] |
Me: "[RCMP radio identifer], go ahead!"
Officer: "Hi, I'm logging into a vehicle?"
Me: "Copy that, go ahead with your vehicle number."
Officer: "My reg number is 12345."
Me: "10-4. But what's your VEHICLE number?"
Officer: "Oh. It's XXXX."
Me: "10-4. Your reg number is 12345?"
Officer: "We're in the downtown area."
Me: "Okay, but I need you to confirm your reg number. 12345?"
Officer: "Oh, yeah."
Me: "Copy that. I'm setting a timer for sixty minutes."
Officer: "So how often are you going to be checking in? Every hour?"
Me: "10-4. Every sixty minutes."
Officer: "Can't you make it longer?"
Me: "Negative on that. National policy puts it at a maximum of sixty minutes."
Officer: "Fine."
Me: "[RCMP radio identifier] over at 09:02."
*head connects violently with desk* |
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| Bronwen! |
[Nov. 4th, 2009|07:26 am] |
I sent you an email, but..... you have a virus, or a spyware, or your hotmail account has been haxxored by spammers -_- |
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| buh? |
[Nov. 3rd, 2009|07:27 pm] |
Dictionary.com doesn't have a definition for infrastructure o_O Is that... a joke? I'm confused.
In other o_O moments today, am sad for Texans who can't spell "y'all" |
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| From the annals of the unexciting |
[Nov. 3rd, 2009|08:17 pm] |
You know they say no news is good news, right? That's pretty much where I'm at. Nothing happening besides the mundane, and overall things are good.
Unfortunately, it makes for horrifically boring LJ entries.
Sorry. :)
Only, y'know, I'm kind of not sorry.
Also, my cats are snuggling with me. |
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| Sprechen Sie Arthurese? |
[Nov. 3rd, 2009|07:38 pm] |
In McDonald's playland today, Arthur was playing with two kids whose first language is Cantonese and who didn't really speak any English. After they didn't respond to his friendly overtures, he gave them the codenames 'Agent Red' and 'Agent Black' (Agent Red somehow later became Agent Mustard - yes, my child is odd, thanks). He then announced that, "He sprechens English. I think you sprechen English." I have no idea where he heard that. Then again, this is the kid who has developed his own science of 'optimedical physics', whose nature remains elusive to me. |
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| November weirdness. |
[Nov. 2nd, 2009|08:24 pm] |
It is WEIRD not to be at work today. New schedule has started, so I only work on Wednesday this week. A two-day week, imagine. The mind boggles.
Novelling has been a hell of a slog today. So far I'm clocking in just shy of 3,000 words. Maybe I'll be able to make it to 5K by the end of the day, but maybe not. Oh well. I refuse to angst about it. I have to get over this little hangup I have about producing the same wordcount per day as I did in 2006. I think that was a one-time fluke. NaNo is a marathon, not a sprint.
Otherwise today has been spent sitting quietly with the cats. They are all sleeping, doubtless plotting nefarious evilness telepathically. No good can come of this. |
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| whoops! |
[Nov. 2nd, 2009|03:26 pm] |
So.... I left my door open to get some fresh air. I didn't put the gate up because J has been good about staying inside. Apparenlty she got bored D:
The maintenance guy came and knocked on my (open) door. He pointed at the dumster and asked if that was my dog. yup, Jola, getting in to something she shouldn't I can only presume. he asked if I wanted help catching her, but I said it shouldn't be too hard. I slipped on the closest shoes, and called her. And she came right up and right up the stairs and back inside and looked at me. "What, you left if open :V"
So, now the gate is up. That could have been a lot worse. -_-
But my dog is awesome.
I thought she was in sleeping on my bed - she had been sitting in the sun on my floor maybe 5-10 min before, chewing on her bone :p |
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ow! son of a bitch!
amused
hungry
EEEEEEEE!
wistful
amused
okay
rushed
bitchy
concerned
befuddled
complacent
surprised