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Oct. 26th, 2007 @ 09:52 am Whiskey Tango Foxtrot Corner


Yes, that really is Mr. T
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Fools! I will destroy you ALL
Oct. 17th, 2007 @ 11:20 am 2 Choices
Alright, so, either I need to take a revised course in reading comprehension, or, what seems to be f*cking impossible has happened yet again.

I noticed a sign on the wall above our mail boxes stating that on Thursday the 18th, exterminators would be coming to visit because our neighbor leaves rotting garbage in the hall and consequently *gasp* she has creepy-crawlies in her apartment. We have been living in various units of the building for years and have never had a problem, but, since she complained to the liegelord and he sprayed her apartment (with a new baby living in there!), the concern is that the displaced buggies will relocate in the other apartments. Between issues with the cars, visiting my still healing Grandmother, and about 31,415,926,454 other things that have conspired to fill our evening hours, our place, has not yet been prepared for the visit. Tails read the sign again, and now it reads that they will be visiting on the 25th, which is (thankfully) a further week away.

I was feeling ghastly last night and needed to clean, but fell asleep in a partially standing position and awoke with nothing accomplished... I do feel slightly better and via some unorthodox, but entirely enjoyable therapy, I have finally shaken the case of hiccups that I had for 12+ hours yesterday.
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Oct. 6th, 2007 @ 09:30 pm Smashingly excellent day
Today was great!
We spent hours and hours walking around the Zoo, hit up the fabric store in search of components for our costumes, ate one good pizza and one bad pizza, then watched "Steamboy", a movie we have owned for 3 years but have never watched until this very night.

Grandma is still in the hospital, but seems to be getting stronger, so that is about as much as we can hope for at the moment on that front.

T is asleep, P read us to sleep, but I woke up shortly after she fell asleep. I tried to awaken T, but she told me rather forcefully to leave her be, so there she sleeps. I think I'll read or play gameboy until she decides to wake up, or I fall asleep, whichever comes first.
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Oct. 6th, 2007 @ 09:29 pm Grandma's Death-Trap
So, with Grandma in the hospital, all things car-like have been put on hold... as a stop-gap, I have been given loan of said Grandma's car.
It is amazing that this thing is street legal. It is an early to mid-nineties Chevrolet Cavalier... it seems that it was so named because those who chose to drive these things took a cavalier attitude toward their own health, safety, and well-being, but my Grandma's is soooo much worse!
For starters, there is simply no right hand mirror... which is not usually a big deal in an automobile, my old 74 Chevrolet Impala had no mirror on the right hand side, but it was also 19 feet long and about as friendly looking as a Panzer... people, cars, and sometimes buildings simply got out of the way when you drove, a knowledge of certain doom struck deep into their beings at the sight of this leviathan of motorway bearing down upon them. This car has no such quality and intensity of design... at best people get out of the way when you approach because they fear the the car may implode at any moment and they do not want to be either struck by debris, or sucked head-long into a dimension of total chaos as the car shatters the fabric of reality.
The lack of a right had mirror in a normal car may be mitigated by the judicious use of a rare kung-fu driving technique called "glancing over your shoulder", but this is roughly impossible in Grandma's motorized coffin given that, at some point in the car's ignoble past, some foolish person with an incomplete knowledge of car detailing, used a cheap window tinting film without first wiping down the inside of the window with isopropyl alcohol or other suitable quick-drying, non-residue cleaner; therefore, there is a layer of dust between the film and the window, and there are copious bubbles and uneven patches... it is a bit like looking for the USS Reliant through the Mutara Nebula each time you dare use the rear-view.
Grandma seems to use a "don't steal my car because it is worth nothing" technique of security, never locking her doors because she no longer has a door key. Similarly, there is no way of knowing what may be in her trunk, as it only opens with the missing key, there is no control lever in the cabin.
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Sep. 20th, 2007 @ 07:24 pm Poor P
P and I are doing her homework and school work from the 2 days that she missed. She does not like having to show her work. The mental math is absolutely no challenge for her, but the point of the assignment is to build and test a strategy for solving the problem and then check the results. She is currently extremely frustrated and nearly in tears, because the questions are so easy (and to her, self explanatory) that she does not see the point of drawing it out... sort of like being asked to write directions for using a toothpick, lighting a match, or toasting a Pop-Tart.
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Fools! I will destroy you ALL
Sep. 10th, 2007 @ 06:30 am The weekend.
The weekend was a weekend.
Things happened.
Other things did not happen.
Lessons were learned.
Other lessons were not learned.
A pool table was moved.
The same pool table was partially destroyed.
I love my family.
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Shiny-Candy-Like-Button
Aug. 23rd, 2007 @ 07:46 pm heilige scheiße
Today has been quite eventful... where "eventful" means "really shitty".
It actually started out last night with P being too tired for me to run any errands after I picked her up. The practical upshot of that was that I was unable to procure paper and metal monies with which to pay the Styx Ferryman...er, the bus fare to work. I dashed out the door late, only to have to come back after getting half way there due to a realization of lack of fundage. Having been assured that the new blue car (henceforth referred to as "Gir") was fully operational, I decided to take that to work... only to have it breakdown with the same issues as before within 2 stoplights of the highway. I veered down a side street to escape the press of morning traffic and decided to chance being able to get Gir home. All went well, until I crested the big hill and the engine cut out... I slipped the gear into Neutral and coasted the whole length of the hill, catching every stoplight until my luck finally ran out right before the bridge. I got out and pushed Gir about a quarter of a mile until I found a safe spot away from traffic. Then I walked home and took Jack (the other car) to work.
That little misadventure was just the start of the festival of pain that was today, culminating in driving my crazy neighbor to North Saint Louis so she could beg money from her family to buy fashionable new shoes for her daughter.

arrrgh.
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Caution_Overwork
Aug. 1st, 2007 @ 10:36 am wow
I have to say that I like the internet. I am at work, attending a web-based seminar/meeting in my office. At the same time, I am chatting with my wife, viewing a digital photo of my daughter kneading bread dough, helping a friend in Glasgow, Scotland with her summer chemistry homework, and blogging, all while still managing to get actual work done!

Absolutely amazing.
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Jul. 25th, 2007 @ 09:20 am Drama anyone?
So, I am becoming embroiled in drama at work and I am unhappy about it. As a rule, I try to avoid situations and people who look like they might drag me into these kinds of things... but this one sought me out.
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Caution_Overwork
Jul. 2nd, 2007 @ 10:04 am I feel... odd
I am not sure if it is lack of sleep, stress, illness, or what, but I feel completely out of sorts today. I sent an important email to my boss with the first part of a snide comment on it, I should not have done that, I know better. Then I blundered into a meeting between my boss and another person in the department, normally these meetings are informal bitch sessions in which anyone can join, but this one was not... I can usually sense when it is time to get the hell out of a room, but this time, I could not. I want to feel right, I want my normal footing in the day, blargh. I need to work, but I can't seem to find anywhere to start, so it is all in a pile in front of me (metaphorically speaking, that is) incomprehensibly matted together and awful to contemplate.
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