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Archive for August, 2008
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Aug 17th
Barely back from the NME and checking twitter links from the weekend. (Can’t do linkage on my phone) Came across this announcement:
I’m tired as hell so I’ll post my NME comments tomorrow.
Didn't sleep a wink last night.
Aug 14th
I am sooooo tired.
Crack of dawn tomorrow morning I’m meeting my ride to the New Media Expo in Vegas. Not really looking forward to that long drive, but the fun I expect to have once I get there should make up for it. I’m staying at the Sahara, so I can access the monorail to all the other con locations. Most of the “gang” are staying at the Hilton, but my room is about half the cost.
And of course my mind is darting here and there. Can’t sleep, can’t concentrate and I haven’t even packed. I did manage to do my laundry.
I finally get to meet some online friends. A different bunch than goes to D*C. This is gonna be FUN!
It puts the lotion on it's skin
Aug 11th
I don’t know if it’s age, or living in Arizona or what, but my skin is so dried out! I’ve always been oily oily and never thought about lotion until the last couple of years.
And I drink enough water to keep a goldfish happy. Constantly! In fact, that’s about all I drink unless I’m actually, you know, drinking.
I’m pretty sure I have a plantar wart on my foot, too. I thought it was just a sore spot where my old sandals rubbed, but it’s not going away. I can’t see that side of (outside right) my foot very well (damned bifocals/fat) but I had one when I was a kid and this feels the same. I wish I could remember how we got rid of it.
Bitch bitch bitch
I received a letter Saturday from the Arizona Department of Leftovers (Revenue) and apparently I have an “abandoned asset” there. So on the off-chance it’s MONEY and just in case showing up rather than mailing in the form means I can pick it up, that’s where I’m headed this morning.
After I drop my baby off at her first day of school. My baby is a Senior! I’m fairly certain this one will actually graduate! She’s on track and doing very well. She’s only 3.5 credits shy of graduating and her classes this year include:
World Literature
Principles of English III
American Government
Econ Principles and Practices
Veterinary Science
Trigonometry – which is a college-credit class
Me so proud.
NME is not my enemy
Aug 10th
I officially have (and paid for) hotel reservations next weekend for NME, Friday and Saturday night. I’ll be at the Sahara right down the street from the Convention Center. Most people are at the Hilton, but at (currently) $76 a night, mine is a better deal, and it’s on the monorail thingy so I don’t have to walk. Some other people I know are planning on the Circus Circus but I’m not so good with the walking.
I sure could use a roommate. Not like that. I sure could use someone to share the expense of the room, not the bed. I requested two doubles so they’d get their own side of the room, not the bed.
Geesh people. It ain’t all about the sex. Sometimes it’s about the money.
The plan is to meet my ride at the crack of dawn Friday and go up with him. This should be interesting. I’m pretty sure I make this guy nervous as hell, and I dunno why. Or maybe he just appears uncomfortable around everyone. Or it could be me. And no, I’ve never aimed my considerable charm in his direction. Maybe once he figures out I’m not really a piranha he won’t be so uptight. It’s a long drive.
I already bought the tickets for the Coverville 500. This starts at 7 Friday night. I need to find someone to hang with for that.
Can’t wait to see my friends!
And two weeks after that is Dragon*Con! Sweet!
Spoiled cow
Aug 9th
One of my neighbors just knocked on my door to use my phone. Poor widdle thing was having a “panic attack” (my fat hairy ass) and was home alone and couldn’t breathe!!!!1111!!!
I’m already at zero respect for this girl and now she’s dipping into the negative. It didn’t seem to me to she had any problems breathing.
She lives with her mother.
She has no job.
She has a bratty as hell 5-year-old son. All she does is scream at this kid. Or beg him for huggsies and kissies. (Can you feel my eyes rolling?)
She has a puppy that she treats no better than her kid. They both roam loose and leave crap everywhere.
She’s bitchy at everyone unless she wants something, then it borders on whiny.
What does she have to be anxious about? She’s farmed the kid out for the weekend, and she has no responsibility! What, nobody’s home and she’s in desperate need of attention?
Give me a fucking break.
Oh sure, I know there are people out there with legitimate anxiety issues. She ain’t one of them.
So she called 911 and I came back inside. I honestly couldn’t care less.
Pantywaist.
What did you just say?
Aug 8th
The last four people who’ve friended me on LJ have had non-English writing.
Excerpt: Какую бесконечную грусть испытываешь при виде человека, совершенно одинокого на свете! На днях я видел такую бедную девушку, – она шла на конфирмацию одна-одинешенька!
Is that Russian? Way back when I could tell the differences, but it’s been too long. (I had to order books from the USSR and needed to transcribe a bit.) When I look at their friends lists, I see a familiar name or two, but I have no clue who these people are.
So austine_petresc, harriescheidt, violantebugajsk, and shamshadnickell, welcome for whatever reason but don’t be offended if I don’t friend you back. It wouldn’t do me any good! Can’t read it.
I know I know
Aug 8th
I haven’t posted much about myself lately. My life is just chugging along at a normal pace. Not meeting anyone new – most guys I meet are married and/or much younger than me. That one guy was a fluke. Seriously.
Not sleeping. More like staying up late and getting up early, sometimes napping during the day.
I’m mostly happy. I keep the loneliness buried pretty deep. I’m getting out more. I like this whole “engineering” thing, but I really like the editing more. I’ve always like taking someone else’s work and organizing and cleaning it up and making it better. Though it used to be in publishing technical documents, now it’s in podcasting.
I’m still working out the money thing for both NME and D*C. Sure, D*C is mostly paid for already and I’ll get a check that Friday. So I’ve decided that the funds I’d set aside I’ll just go ahead and go to Vegas for the NME next week. I think I have a ride, though he hasn’t called me back yet to finalize plans. If that falls through I’ll try begging . . . then give up. It won’t break my heart. Casey and bunch have canceled, Ladawn has canceled, Eliza can’t get off work early enough to go, etc. I’m on my own. Such is life.
K. need to eat something. crash eventually. later
2 weeks to the day
Aug 6th
Casey wrecked his car already.
In his story he was driving home from work Monday night and out of the corner of his eye someone exited a bar on his left and aimed towards him so he looked over, taking his eyes off the guy in front of him. That guy missed him, but apparently the man in front of Casey came to a stop and Casey couldn’t stop in time and swerved but still hit him and pushed that car into the car stopped in front of him. No seat belt on so his forehead slammed into the steering wheel.
Other than that he’s fine. Just a little sore around the shoulders from bracing for the hit. Apparently the car is totaled. He’d peeled up the hood, one whole side and the windshield is shattered. Luckily he has insurance, so we’ll have to see how the whole thing works out.
This kid has shit luck, I swear. Every time life is going well for him he does something stupid and down he goes again. I spent all yesterday at his new house, driving him all over and letting him use my phone to make the calls. But that’s way over on 7th Ave and Baseline! I don’t plan on going over there too often. Nice little house, but they’re waiting for carpeting in the bedrooms so the beds are set up in the living room. Kira likes it because it’s all ceramic tile and her Screeches echo something fierce!
Wonder what happens next!
Oh ick ick ick
Aug 4th
I just noticed someone I know is getting involved in the Farpoint Media podcasters bunch. I think he’s just a listener, but he’s coming to D*C and a dinner I was supposed to attend. I can’t. I CAN’T sit at the same table with this icky person and be able to eat. Shit.
Little dude literally makes my skin crawl.
Sran.
AAAAAAAaaaaaAAAAAAAAgghh
Then again, he always says he’s coming and then backs out. Maybe I’ll get lucky and this will be another one of those times. Yes, I’m a bitch.
And cavaticat, I know tosus through podcasting too. It will be interesting to put a face to that name.
My worlds are colliding!
