Oops!

So, in my manic phase this weekend (read: my frustration with my ridiculously slow computer), I went through and did all the computer maintenance that was way past overdue - disk cleanup, getting rid of old files from having been networked with Quinn's computer, etc... I cleared up a *lot* of space. My computer is much faster. I unfortunately seem to have, without realizing how, accidentally un-installed my internet. All the setup files, etc... - GONE.

Thus, to any of you I was supposed to get back to over the weekend, I apologize for my spazziness and my tempting of Fate & Irony. Because, y'know, I have no hands, and can't use a phone. What, me? I'm not typing right now. Not with hands. Nope - not me.

Anyways. This week has been exhausting, and hasn't left me much time for you folks (or me really either). Work is insane, I discover that my mother has celiac's (and that I may be developing it as well - whee!), and my baby cousin (one of the very premature triplets) just died from brain underdevelopment and other complications.

While none of these constitute a crisis in and of themselves, they leave me just wishing for a few more hours in a day. To sleep, to read, to smell the roses (or let the whiny imperial felines out on the deck to gawk at crows), to pray for other people I know presently in crappier situations than me (and maybe just hope a little of that goodwill comes back around eventually).

I just *know* I'm going to wind up on my deathbed (having been going like a bat-outta-hell the last how many decades), used up, exhausted and giggling and emphatically protesting '..but I haven't had enough time yet to.. ' ~insert croaking noises here~. No wise and solemn summaries on life, or advice to those still about to live a while. Yep. So going to be me.

Stupid neighbors...

So, last night I was treated to a rendition of 'See how loud we can turn our music up and sing drunkenly to it? We can turn the knob until the stuff on your table starts vibrating and rattling from the base!' from my downstairs neighbors. I was only inches away from phoning the resident manager and/or the cops with a noise complaint when I remembered that I could always take revenge with my super un-patented 'Spite loud neighbors by vacuuming at length at 7AM Sunday morning' solution to rude neighbors.

That being said, I didn't wake up angry, and slept soundly once they stumbled crashing around the bathroom and out the door at sometime past midnight. So I didn't actually drag my rear out of bed this morning to vacuum on top of their heads. I wish. I mourn the opportunity to be a bitch, with justification. But the PTB help them, if they do it again, I don't care if it's a work day or not, I will vacuum on top of their heads at 6AM if need be. .... I can just picture the look on my roommates face, sticking his head out his bedroom door with a WTUnholyLivingF??? look on his face that I know I earn occasionally. :)

Segue from the urge to messily devour my neighbors alive, to the creepiness that are fish in an aquarium messily devouring one another alive. ~shudders~ I don't know why I find it so unsettling to watch fish gnaw at each other, but I really do. The reason for this particular jump in ramblings is, well - Belladonna, I got another angelfish to keep the one I got from you company. I was at a pet store, saw an angelfish that was 2 - 2.5 inches tall (?) and brought it home. And then went, aw shit, I hope this isn't going to just wind up being a sacrifical offering to the beast I see sitting in my tank right now. Which it was. Poor new fish, I hardly knew ye! I didn't realize how huge the one I have already is! Even without some of the longer tips of it's fins, it's the size of my bloody palm. It's destroyed half of the long bamboo shoots I put in the tank as vegetation and eaten the new angelfish. Thus, it's the only thing in the tank right now other than Jeff, the foot long pleco(everything else having been moved to safety long ago). I think it needs a name. A name for a vicious, territorial beastie.

What else? Still worried about the T's, with having moved to Saskatoon and finding such unlivable conditions there. Not much I can do here though, sitting in AB, broke and wishing I could find some way to help.

On a random note from trying to relax last night - the awesomest, most romantic sappy love song ever is "Not too much to ask" by Mary Chapin Carpenter and Joe Diffie. Normally, I'm not a big fan of the sappy romantic songs, but this one has enough nostalgia and perfect lyrics and no bad baggage attached to it for me. Maybe it's because for all it's sappiness and romanticism, the lyrics/meaning are so damn sensible in the long run. I'm such a sucker for clever&practical. I'm like the ultimate anti-romantic. Heh. I shouldn't probably be proud of that, but hey - if you can't change it, you might as well run with it.

On a more literary note, I've found my newest favorite passage, that puts into words some of my frustration with a lot of the attitudes of city living. A new acquaintance of mine pointed out that every generation has it's stresses and strains, and different difficulties from the last generation. But still...

"As mammals, we are homeostatic. That means we maintain certain constant balances within our bodies, temperature for example, by adapting to change and challenge in the environment. Strength and flexibility allow us to keep an inner balance, but man is trying more and more to dominate the environment rather than control himself. Central heating, air conditioning, cars that we take out to drive three hundred yards, towns that stay lit up all night, and food imported from around the world out of season are all examples of how we try to circumvent our duty to adapt to nature and instead force nature to adapt to us. In the process, we become both weak and brittle." - B.K.S. Iyengar

Now, it's not that I have a specific problem with any of the examples mentioned above (except maybe the driving of very short distances when it isn't completely freezing outside)... it's simply that I don't see them as necessities, or even something normal. I don't get why people freak out about staying in a building that isn't air conditioned, because 'they get all sweaty and uncomfortable'. That's life. Life is occasionally uncomfortable. People are sweaty. Live with it! It's not disgusting and abnormal, the pre-conditioned and sterile attitudes of prissy brittle people are. ~grumblegrumblemuttermutter~ Or did that rant just label me as a big hippie?

Gosh I'm ranty today. Maybe I should blame the recent influx of intelligent conversation. Wait, nah. It's just me.

Following good advice... for once.

A co-worker of mine suggested last week during one of our random discussions, that when debating getting a piercing of some sort, especially a visible one, that you take a black marker/ink pen and put the right sized dot(s) where you would want the piercing. If you can live with it happily (and still think it would look good) for as long as it takes the marker/ink to fade, it's probably okay to go ahead with it. My theory was always just 'if you've wanted it for more than a year, then it probably isn't a whim or fashion trend you've decided you want to follow'. But she had a good idea. So I'm following her advice with black eyeliner for the weekend to see if I hate or love the look of a labret.

Prognosis thus far - definately getting one.

Pat on the back for the day: Doing job applications.
Kick to my own rear for the day: Procrastinating getting more work done by taking silly tests. Like this one:

Your results:
You are Kaylee Frye (Ship Mechanic)
You are good at fixing things.
You are usually cheerful.
You appreciate being treated
with delicacy and specialness.

Kaylee Frye (Ship Mechanic) 80% Dr. Simon Tam (Ship Medic) 80% Zoe Washburne (Second-in-command) 75% River (Stowaway) 75% Derrial Book (Shepherd) 65% Jayne Cobb (Mercenary) 60% Inara Serra (Companion) 55% Malcolm Reynolds (Captain) 45% Alliance 40% Wash (Ship Pilot) 35% A Reaver (Cannibal) 25%

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