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[Dec. 20th, 2009|11:33 am] |
This year has been a hard one.
No doubt about that.
I'm still struggling with work, pain and the self-destructive behaviours I put myself through
But on reflection I have met so many amazing people, and they have helped me through.
Cheers to the good cunts. |
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[Dec. 15th, 2009|11:41 pm] |
nearly time for year of the tiger, i couldn't be wishing for anything more
this year has been long, hard and arduous, but necessary too.
Over the last few days i have finished some distractions - and I think that marks and end to some of the other distraction i have become accustomed to
On saturday i had to kill a sparrow i found with severe brain injury.
no more clipped grounding for me
time to soar |
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| weekends.... |
[Dec. 13th, 2009|08:17 pm] |
the beautiful sam from auckland visited me
the weekend was a splendid affair
it felt natural and wholesome
we both made new friends
so much love
was shown
us |
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A holiday meme, courtesy of ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) burned_rose... |
[Dec. 12th, 2009|12:35 am] |
HOLIDAY WISHLIST
Step One
# Make a post (public, friendslocked, filtered...whatever you're comfortable with) to your LJ. The post should contain your list of 10 holiday wishes. The wishes can be anything at all, from simple and fun ("I'd love a Snape/Hermione icon that's just for me") to medium ("I wish for _____ on DVD") to really big ("All I want for Christmas is a new car/computer/house/TV.") The important thing is, make sure these wishes are things you really, truly want.
# If you wish for real possible things, make sure you include some sort of contact info in your post, whether it's your address or just your email address where Santa (or one of his elves) could get in touch with you.
# Also, make sure you post some version of these guidelines in your LJ, so that the holiday joy will spread.
Step Two
# Surf around your friendslist (or friends of friends, or just random journals) to see who has posted their list.
And now here's the important part:
# If you see a wish you can grant, and it's in your heart (and means) to do so, make someone's wish come true. Sometimes someone's trash is another's treasure, and if you have a leather jacket you don't want or a gift certificate you won't use--or even know where you could get someone's dream purebred Basset Hound for free--do it.
1. Gift card to Levenger.com (fabricdragon got me addicted to their stuff!)
2. Fountain pen
3. 2009 Diary
4. Gift card to Michaels craft store (I've been wanting to do some knitting, but the lack of yarn is a problem), OR
5. Gift card to an online yarn store, or one in Manhattan
6. Someone to take me ice-skating in Manhattan somewhere (I miss ice-skating, I haven't been in years and I used to find it very enjoyable, and Peter was never much one for it... and naturally he's not going to go out of his way now, given our current situation. *Sigh*)
7. An MP3 player (no, not an iPod... I'm not that unrealistic. But perhaps someone has an older mp3 player sitting around, that's still good but which they don't use anymore - that sort of thing would be excellent, and right up my alley.)
8. Some paid time, or extra usericons, on Live Journal.
9. Some boot-cut work pants, preferably black or another dark colour, size 12-14.
10. A long blazer (thigh-to-knee length), preferably black, size 12-14.
(There's also my wishlists at Amazon.com and Half.com, where I'm Peripat and Peripat1972 respectively.)
F. Fort
4150 56th Street, Apartment 4C
Woodside NY 11377
United States of America.
Now, usually I wouldn't do something as narcissistic as this sounds, but I guess my Christmas is going to be fairly bare and lonely, this year, and if you don't ask, you don't have a hope in hell of getting, right? (To be honest, I don't expect to get any of the things on my list, really. But in the spirit of the meme, I thought I'd publish my this year's wishlist.)
I already know there are some very kind people on my Friends List (hanna_broom, psyc2321, girlafraid, I'm thinking of you guys in particular, as well as the sweet people who have phoned me and whom I have met over the years (flickad, ash_storm and others, you know who you are!), and this is certainly not a post meant with me posing with my hand out, asking for more. It's just... well, a wishlist. And I'm old enough to know that people don't always get what they wish for. Even when that wish is just for a husband who doesn't cheat... :( |
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| Xmas Song List |
[Dec. 10th, 2009|11:57 pm] |
Two posts in a row!
I almost spaced on the annual Mrs. Claus's Party Mix, which for those of you who don't care to remember the minutia of my blog, is the mix cd I make for the Boo each year. I started doing this when she was about 6 because she asked me why most of the songs on the radio were sung by men. The cd -- a gift every year from Mrs. Claus -- is comprised entirely of female musicians. I think she might have figured out I'm Mrs. Claus by now, but nether of us are admitting to it.
So, I always like to hear other people's suggestions. I try to mix the set list up -- different genres, different eras -- to keep her exposed to new kinds of music. There's only two guidelines -- it needs to be a female voice on the track, and it needs to be age appropriate. (She's 12.) Cursing is ok. Explicit sexual content is not.
She's gotten into singing too, with parts in the school play and making county chorus, so if anyone has good show tunes suggestions, those would be particularly appreciated. |
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| Awake at an ungodly hour... |
[Dec. 10th, 2009|06:38 am] |
At least for me. I've been awake since about four am, after maybe three hours' sleep.
Peter falls asleep every night out in the loungeroom, leaving the light on. Yeah, nice one, douchebag. At least have the decency to switch out your own light, without making me go out there and do it. Yet, if I ask him to do ANYTHING, he gets snarky. I wish I COULD move out, right now, and leave him with the mess that HE has largely created... not that he thinks he's done anything wrong. I wonder, AGAIN, what his last fucking slave died of.
My mother-in-law is sending me kind text messages (at decent hours, this time), which is nice; what would have been nicer, is if she didn't raise her son to be such a lazy, entitled bastard.
Fuck my life. Really.
The wind is blowing hard outside; I'm going to try to sleep for a few more hours, after which I need to go and get some milk. (Which, naturally, Peter didn't get yesterday, despite me asking him nicely to, and him saying "Yes, I will". Of course, I know how much his promises were worth BEFORE his infatuation with Rain... now, though, they're worth next to nothing. A little like the man himself, who hasn't washed since coming home from California, either.) |
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[Dec. 10th, 2009|04:48 pm] |
longest, boringest, most annoyingest afternoon of my life.......
at least I got my eyebrows into shape today. |
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| Season's Greetings |
[Dec. 9th, 2009|05:08 pm] |
Dear Friend, or Relative, or Business Associate.
Merry Christmas, or Hanukkah, or Kwanzaa, or Solstice, or Voodoo Day.
Boy, what a year it's been - me, with my glamorous and exciting life, and you, doing whatever it is that you do. Thanks for the Christmas card, it was very beautiful, or humorous. I enjoyed the photo of your kid, or kids. Boy, he, or she, or they are really getting big. Have you seen our mutual friend, if we have one? Can you believe what he or she is up to? Boy, some people! Does your son, or daughter, or sister, or brother, or husband, or wife still have that drug problem? All you can do is trust in God, or, if you prefer, voodoo.
How is Granny, or Nana, or Mimi, or Yaya? So so? Hey, how about the professional sports team that we both root for? They should fire, or rehire that manager of theirs. He's a character!
Well, gotta go. By the way, sorry about throwing up on your carpet that time, or times. I hope you receive many presents from Santa, or Hanukkah Guy, or the Voodoo Man, and that the coming year is as good as, or better than, or nothing like the last year.
Love, Will
(Stolen from Saturday Night Live, 1/20/96, Season 21: Ep. 11) |
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| Hose Ain't Nothing But Trouble |
[Dec. 9th, 2009|12:07 am] |
You know the little foodservice overhanging dangley hose-thing? That is, I believe, technically called a pre-rinse unit. At work the other day, I noticed that the pre-rinse unit had sprung a leak near the handle.
After a little checking around, I discovered that it wasn't simply a washer issue from a screw-thread connection, but the metal reticulated hose itself that had sprung a leak. No biggie, we'll just get another. In the meantime, I noticed that it tended to leak more when it was at an angle, so I detached the hose and turned it around so the leaky end was now attached to the wall instead of to the handle (so there was less wiggling and thus less leaking).
The new hose came in today. Not just a new hose, but a bunch of little fiddly bits that could replace perfectly fine parts with what we currently have. I break out the new hose and find that it's just plain not going to work -- the previous hose ended with two female ends, each the size of the sort of thread that screws onto a beer keg. The new hose ends with two male ends, one bigger and one smaller, neither as big as the female ends on the old one.
Initially, I called foul and said it wouldn't work, but I was cajoled into trying it out with all the (un-needed) new parts. Now, what I haven't mentioned is that there's this brass ring that can slide down over the handle so you can leave it spraying without having to actually hold it. The new parts include a new handle, which is now too wide to accommodate the ring. I'm told, "You can get a new one of those rings anywhere!" to which I reply, "Really, so I can hit the 7-11 on my way out of work and get one?". *ahem*
I'm convinced to try it with the new parts for a bit and to deal with the fact that the ring no longer fits. First thing I notice is that the water pressure is probably half of what it previously was (probably due to a narrower pipe in the new parts). Not long after I notice that there's water dripping from the to-wall connection. No, it's not leaking from the hose (like the old hose was), but instead it's leaking from a screw-thread connection that they didn't bother including a little washer for.
Taking a deep breath, I carefully undid all the new parts and set it up the previous "broken" way, since the "fix" not only still leaks, but adds two new problems.
And this is why I hate foodservice machinery repair-folks -- it's virtually always like this when something needs a replacement part. |
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| Ghostwriting for Neil Gaiman |
[Dec. 8th, 2009|09:29 pm] |
Nice little line that just leaped to mind:
"What's so bad about wishing? Most of us tend to have our last thought be some sort of wish"
I like it, but I think it needs a little punching up.
No, I'm not really ghost-writing for N.G. It just struck me as a very Gaimanesque line. |
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