| Amongst other reasons, is that well, they make me hesitant to do something I've desperately wanted to do for over a year and a half now: buy a new iMac. As I'm sure I've annoyed everybody whom I've spoken with about.
The problem is, for one, even the refurb ain't cheap (1899), and for another, even though it doesn't directly affect me and realistically the chance as of this moment isn't *that* great, Home Despot choosing to axe the Expo stores makes me a tiny bit nervous. If I cough up for the thing and if my job gets the boot, I'm up shit creek.
FWIW, I have managed to destroy a 3500 plus dollar credit balance in said year and a half, I've just managed to destroy two more credit balances, and the one remaining card has five hundred something and I'm intending to put the computer on that (lower interest rate), but still... nervous. Plus, I have a 540 some dollar dental balance for my new freakin' crown that I need to pay down within the year as well, lest I get nailed with the deferred interest.
The fact remains, though, is that my Mac mini is almost four years old now, and it cannot be upgraded anymore. Plus, the choking I'm getting when running high memory apps is getting frustrating; I won't even go into what it does to my Photoshop (or rather lack of :P) these days.
I'm not particularly expecting any wisdom from anybody, but these are the facts as stands. Now if you'll excuse me, I have this round-headed snowshoe beast on my left chair armrest that's buzzing and demanding headbonks. ;)
Plus: President Obama. That offers me *some* comfort. *happy, doofy grin* | comments: 5 comments or Leave a comment   |
| For those who've been under a rock since Sunday, monster Santa Ana winds and next to no humidity have caused a perfect storm of conditions to make most of Southern California go up in flames. Had one hell of an uneasy night Sunday night, which lead to me being dead tired Monday. I'm not used to this kind of crap. The Santiago Canyon fire mad me hella nervous as it's not too far away from us, but at least it's partially under control. So far, though, my region of Orange County is coming off light.
New fires in Camp Pendleton, but fortunately that's still a goodly distance away from where we are. I can't vouch for the rest of the area, but in Mission Viejo at least the humidity's now up to a whole eighteen percent, with southerly winds at 9 MPH. It's still hot and dry, but at least not as obviously begging for a conflagration as it was Sunday and Monday.
Going outside is... surreal. Not too far to the north, a massive pall of smoke. A bit further to the south, there's another -- you guessed it -- massive pall of smoke. In between, there's blue sky. Granted, this is an improvement over yesterday, where the damn devilwinds were turning the entire sky gray and I had to shower when I got home just to get the feeling of grit off me. My workplace (HD) had yech and grit all over the place, and everytime the main doors were opened a blast like a hot oven would slam in through the opening. They closed the commercial entrance early because the air quality was so poor outside.
My thoughts remain with those who are still in more immediate danger than us... at least it's been 'only' two fatalities so far. Given the swath of destruction this fire has caused, though, this is much less worse than it could have been. | | comments: 5 comments or Leave a comment |
| | Current Music: | One of the meatloaves howling out in the living room | | Subject: | Meme-attack by ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) straya | | Time: | 12:02 pm | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/neko/kaokitty/giggly.gif) giggly |
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| * List seven habits/quirks/facts about yourself.
* Tag seven people to do the same.
* Do not tag the person who tagged you or say that you tag whoever wants to do it.
1. Apparently, I snore. I've kind of heard it from myself when half-asleep. This doesn't thrill me, because I've had a hell enough of a time when sleeping in the same hotel room as my mother and/ or aunt (who both snore), and I don't like spreading the joy around. *mutter* I should probably lose me some weight and that would help. Shoulds and reality don't mix, sadly.
2. I've been diagnosed with dysthymia and social anxiety disorder. And I can tell you just HOW much they help during job interviews. /sarcasm
3. Clutter follows me like Hell follows behind the Fourth Horseman. It's not filth, thank you, that disgusts me, but clutter and disorganization? Yes. It would help if I didn't get all this damn mail and not know whether to keep or throw it out...
4. There are two (2) meatloaves in the hizzouse. One of them a wedgey Siamese beast that yells a lot and eats her tail; another a recent addition who is a Siamese mix bear-cat with snowshoes, a milk mustache, milk on her tummy, and a tendency to show affection through full-frontal skull on skull impact. She's much quieter. Thank God. The reason there are two meatloaves is because arconius inherits cats from his parents, or rather he is owned by them and is thus compelled to take them with him. I too am owned, although to a lesser extent.
5. I think I may also be ADD, given how many times I zone out in the middle of a conversation over three minutes long and get diverted by yet another thing when not talking.
6. I tend to cycle in interest between my various fandoms from RED-HOT OBSESSIVE INTEREST to burnout if not careful. Which is sad, really, but I'm not sure of a way to completely control it. *grumble* Fandoms currently include Robotech, Transformers (after twenty years OMG yay), and In Nomine by Steve Jackson Games.
7. Along that same concept, I've been engaging in particularly disturbing debate with someone else about what would happen if we crossed Transformers with In Nomine. Angels and demons and giant alien robots all together would kick ass.
YER IT!
arconius
cfchica
jhyanmar
tbutler
masonk
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lindensphinx | | comments: 7 comments or Leave a comment |
| Can I just fruggin' rip out my brat factory and be *done* with it? It's not like I'll ever use it to produce one, and it may actually be somewhat less painful than what I'm currently enduring. I don't fancy being doubled over for a couple of days like I have been. :(
Oh, yeah, and I was hideously insomniac last night, partially because of this, and the power went out this morning. Yippy. | | comments: 25 comments or Leave a comment |
| | Subject: | SNICKER! | | Time: | 08:41 am | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/neko/kaokitty/amused.gif) amused |
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| On the twelfth day of Christmas,  genchaos sent to me... Twelve holyprophetrils drumming Eleven blakesblogs piping Ten ardaniels a-whining Nine mechamans reading Eight undauntras a-kvetching Seven allberys a-writing Six jhyanmars a-bitching Five sa-a-a-ariel_dis Four macs Three computers Two dreams ...and a music in an insanity. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Nothing like waking up and feeling like your nasal passages are being sandblasted. Note to self: humidifiers are occasionally a good idea out here in this big fucking Desert In Denial.
Just briefly called my old supe at Peoria to say hi; she was rather busy at time and thus did not keep her. Apparently neither of my former fulltime cohorts were there that night and thus she had little coverage. I offered to help her out but it's a bit of a commute now. *wg* Felt bad interrupting her, but at least let her know I was thinking about her and co.
Other than that, demon loaf on bed and not enough money. Yippee. | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| Now on DSL, and enjoying it. Have gotten into Red Vs. Blue, because it is goddamn funny and because I am a pathetic fuck. The characters, I fan 'em all, but particularly Church, as he expels the surl and hatred at the world that I cannot. And who has died more times than Kenny on South Park. I am not making this up.
Work is...mmnh. It would be better were it not for certain people in positions of power over me, whom we all dislike, and who think they are better managers of things than they actually are. I am therefore putting an elephant-like ear to the ground to see what comes up at UCI, because if it's stressy for me at the current job *now*, I utterly dread the holidays. Furthermore, I may have some networking assets at UCI, I hope.
I really, really, *really* need to upgrade my copy of Photoshop to something at least OSX native, but considering the money I've already puked into upgrading the RAM and other sundries of moving (and I have no right to bitch, Larry's coughed up much more), I'm leery of throwing more money out.
I should probably go to bed. Narf. | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| | Subject: | Blargh. | | Time: | 12:21 am | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/neko/kaokitty/grumpy.gif) grumpy |
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| So, Larry and I coughed up for DSL with Earthlink. Which is all fine and dandy, except for the fact we were intending to router the mother so both of us could use it. This is not happening.
It's fine when Larry's machine is connected to it directly, but as soon as any bridge or router gets involved, the Lines of Communication(tm) break down. This is after two or three frustrating hours of experimentation on his part. And neither of us is sure why.
So meanwhile, he's now on DSL while Yours Truly is still creaking along on dialup. This is not fun.
Hey, Earthlink? Screw you. | | comments: 4 comments or Leave a comment |
| Uh, yes, it has been a while since I've updated.
Yes, many changes have happened since then.
I'm still watching to see if they'll all pan out, things still being in a state of flux.
But hey, it's a change of some kind. | | comments: 5 comments or Leave a comment |
| Cross-posted elsewhere:
Four of my fish have died in the past couple of days. African cichilds, a few of which I've had for four years and one of which would have been hella pretty if he'd gotten completely adult.
Why did they kick it? All I can guess is that perhaps I held off on the water changing or filter changing or *something* a bit too long. At any rate, I'm pretty depressed about it.
And if I can't even keep fucking fish alive, what business would I have having a kid, even if I wanted one?
*mumbled* never mind the kid would have probably died a lot sooner after my patience ran out... */mumbled*
Anyway, am pissed. | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| | Current Music: | Sting, "Fragile" | | Time: | 10:00 pm | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/neko/kaokitty/blank.gif) blank |
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| If blood will flow
when flesh and steel are one
drying in the color of the evening sun
Tomorrow's rain will wash the stains away
but something in our minds will always stay
On and on
the rain will fall....
Perhaps this final act was meant
to clinch a lifetime's argument
that nothing comes from violence
and nothing ever could
For all of us born beneath an angry star
Lest we forget how fragile we are
On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star
Like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are
How fragile we are | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| | Current Music: | When Doves Cry | | Subject: | Shit. | | Time: | 12:26 pm | | Current Mood: | despair |
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| I'm fat. I got weighed Wednesday. I'm 194 pounds. I don't know what happened....or rather I do. And now I have to give up a large part of what little left gave me happiness so I *don't* tip 200.
I'm broke. And will be until next week, because my current paycheck is going to my rent. Which I don't think is even going to be covered this time.
I'm trapped. I have a job application in the works, but too much is riding on it for my emotional health. Never mind they'll probably dump me for someone closer. Someone better than me. Which has always been the way.
I'm angry. I want to strike out, and have nothing to strike out against. Save myself. Boiling self-hatred and fear and worry and more fear, and feeling like I'm the cause of my own misery.
I'm tired. I want to sleep. I don't want to wake up. I'm tired of fighting my own worst tendencies and never winning. Tired of being alone.
I have to go to work. The same thing that's trapping me. Over Labor Day weekend. With the assholes probably out in droves, the same way they are every holiday.
Fuck. Oh yeah, and the whole New Orleans situation makes me despair more.
*sarcastic happy voice* But on the other hand, my blood pressure's *great*!
Gahdammit. | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| This isn't entirely up to spec for me, and I'm not entirely happy with it, but since the @#%%#$#ing thing has already been sitting idle for a couple of months and I just adequately finished it last night, I'm putting the bugger up. I need to feel like I'm accomplishing something for a change. :P
EDIT: This happens fairly early in the timeline. Probably around the same time the Council with Laurence's influence puts the Grigori on probation. I can't remember if that was before Lilith bugged out or after.
( Interesting Times -- Redecoration ) | | comments: 14 comments or Leave a comment |
|  I am Susan Rodriguez. I was a reporter -- and a damned good one. My beat was the supernatural, and my paper was the Midwestern Arcane. I've investigated Elvis sightings, disappearing cities, faerie kidnappings, werewolf rampages, and sarky but irresistable wizards. Then curiosity got the best of me. The monsters I tried to understand and shed light on caught up with me. Now I'm practically one of them -- held off with the help of the Order of St. Giles. Now I am the news -- only nobody bothers to report it. The Red Court may be at war with the wizards, but they'd do well to watch their backs. The Order already is. |
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| Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it’s sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but you’re older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the english way
The time is gone, the song is over, though I’d something more to say
Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
It’s good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| 
You Are The Outlaw
"Sure, I'll do it. My way."
Just because you do not conform to the same laws and rules as everyone else does not mean that you are a bad guy. You travel your own path, separate from those around you, with your own reasons for doing what you do. Because of this and your own nature, it goes without saying that you are generally misunderstood. That does not matter much, though, as people love you for being who you are. You are pretty well set in your ways and have no real intention of changing. This can come across as a flicker of arrogance if your not careful. You do what is right for you, and God help anyone who stands in your way.
Which Classic Story Role Do You Play?
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| So, had the vision exam today. Am pleased to report other than being blinder than a f***ing bat (naughty word censored for those as are mothers to minxes), I have a clean bill of ocular health. Though, MAN, was I flinchy today. I couldn't hack them poking at my eyes without the ol' legs sticking *straight* out from the chair and me whimpering a lot. Yck. And I wear contacts, mind.
Fortunately, my scrip has changed little if any. Though will have to pop for contacts in about a year, as my current ones have scratches on the right lens. Don' ask me, as I thought they were okay, but hey, lens polishing came out of it.
Also am going to get a new pair of glasses. Problem is the high-index plastic I need for it will mean I'll probably have to cough up more money over what my plan covers. It's either that or have coke bottles. Bleh.
And getting to the point of the exercise? I had to cough up a 30 dollar total copay and another 16 to have the glasses lens edges polished. Ow.
...Which is still INFINITELY better than the 400 dollars I'd have had to do out of pocket without my vision plan.
...Okay, there are good points to working at my pit of employment.
Eye dilation was also a factor. Which led to....entertainment when my father came over to take me out to lunch. It was BRIGHT LIGHT! time when we finally went out to his car. Thanks so much for the bright white Grand Am, Dad, no, really. OW.
And then I went home and happily dropped dead for a few hours of sleep I missed that morning. Ah, bliss. | | comments: 3 comments or Leave a comment |
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