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It's tentacle-licking good!

My cousin posted this on FB. I felt it imperative to share:

If you were wondering, the original song is called "Hey There Delilah, by the Plain White T's. 'Saright.
So, instead of being a slug, I decided to get cracking on some chores I've let back up on me. Today was sorting and shelving books. Halfway through, I realized I should clean my bookshelves, which had been down further on the list.

And now I'm finished, exhausted and wondering why my apartment looks even more cluttered than before.

Well, I have to admit that part of the reason is the stack of books that I own and have been meaning to read (some of them for at least three years).

Tomorrow, I'm going to swap out files from my previous job with bills that I have to keep for five years, apparently.

Woo, my life is exciting!

And today I did. . . nothing!

Lazy day today. I meant to actually get some chores done, but what with getting to bed at the ungodly hour of 4 AM, I pretty much blew any chance of having a productive day. Oh, well. Read for a bit, and now I've got the television on for background noise while I play on the internet.

My life is so exciting.

And I'm back.

Well, sort of. I'm only partially unemployed. There's not enough work for me to justify a full-time position, so I've been moved to part-time. I'm taking this as a sign that I need to reevaluate what I'm doing. Not entirely sure what that's going to be, but I'll manage.

Sigh. Stupid economy.

Tonight: vegging out and siccing bad (and I mean bad) television on undeserving friends.

Holy Shit

Are Massacheusets and Connecticut too far to go to get married if you're gay and living on the West Coast? Well, why don't you just hop into your car and drive 1500 miles to Iowa?

Yes, you heard me right. The Great State of Iowa, home to humble Republican farmers, has legalized gay marriage.

For a more complete picture on the subject, here is a local article.

I'm. . . wow. Just wow. Fucking Iowa.

No longer unemployed. . .

So, I've found myself a job. Hooray for me!

I'd like to say that it's been grand having this journal, but I pretty much dropped the ball in keeping it updated. So, officially, "The Joys of Being Unemployed" is over without ever having gotten off the ground. However, I do want to keep journaling on a regular basis, so I'm probably going to reconfigure this space. As soon as I figure out what, exactly, I want to do with it.

I'll let you know.


Finished my week of pre-Imbolg preparations. House is clean and cleansed. Ditto me. However, this has been a bad week for me, energy-wise. I'm just so drained. . . I've never had to push myself so hard just to clean my stupid house. Now I know why it was called a woman's "low time of the month" in polite circles in ages past. . .

Little Miss Daisy Domestic. . .

Well, it's one week until Imbolg, and I've started my cleaning. Day One: Kitchen Part A. Did all the cabinets inside and out, and finally put down the liner I bought six months ago. Four hours just to do that.

In other news, I finally got my father's package. He's had this passionate love affair with the Magic Bullet for several years, and in spite of me telling him repeatedly that I already have a blender, he bought one for me. Because it's not a blender, it's a Magic Bullet. Of course, the reason he gave me is that he got one for my brother, and because there's this extra-special deal where if you buy one for the rock-bottom price of $99.99, you get a second free, he had an extra one kicking around.

Personally, I find the whole thing ridiculous. It's a blender designed to make one-person portions, which I can do with my normal blender. Also, since this "deal" is pretty much permanent, one Magic Bullet basically costs $50. My regular blender cost me $30 on sale at Target. And it has twelve speeds. And only seven parts to clean. And the pitcher is bigger, which means I can purée soups in it.

So, now I have to find some place to store the stupid thing. Yay. Well, at least the juicer attachment seems interesting. If I ever bother to use it, which I doubt, since I hardly ever use my blender right now.

Happy Post-Inaugeration Day!

Well, it's the first full day on the road to fixing the country. Congratulations to everyone who voted for Obama and helped make this happen. For the rest of you who voted for McCain, we'll let you tag along for the ride. Okay, yeah, I can't tell you you can't come; it's your country, too. Still, you voted for Palin?! Come on!

Just for fun, here's last night's Daily Show interview with guest Bishop Gene Robinson. The first minute's well worth it:

Gotta love those religious leaders who actually have a sense of humor.

People are so strange. . .

About an hour ago, I observed a neighbor pitching a full-grown, healthy Norfolk pine in a pot that he had used as a Christmas tree. So bizarre. Who blows fifty bucks for something that lives for decades, and then just pitch it in the trash a few weeks later?

So I rescued it. There's my holiday tree for the next twenty years taken care of.




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