caudelac: (smooch.)
The last two weeks can choke on a bag of dicks.

The last two weekends, on the other hand, have been lovely.

Went to a wedding in the ATL, which was super cool, and got to do some excellent hanging out and Dust to Dust plotty stuff.

Some traditions were upheld. As in, if I stand for the bouquet, I am going to bloody catch that fucker. 6 in a row now. Heh. Yes, I lunged for it, but only coz it would have fallen short and hit the ground otherwise. We were a bit huddled back there.

Kermit's aim with the garter, however, was something to behold. How it rocketed through to the back to nail B in the chest like a certain dehydrate packet at the last King's Gate I'll never know. Heh.

I rather wish that my hoodie were not... unfortunately soiled, so that I were not shivering in this ice-box of an office.

Being somewhat allergic to coffee (apparently that is the term for my intolerance), I am hoping that this hot chocolate will wake me up. Hasn't worked yet. Mebbe another cup.

Yeah, that's the ticket.
caudelac: (*facepalm*)
So, Rob Brenzy, in his infinite wisdom, has suggested that those of us answering to the Sign of Virgo take a Vacation from Having Opinions this week. That being relaxed and groovy is more important than Holding Forth or Pontificating on any one of the tons of topics about which one could, can, or would otherwise be inclined to do so. Be said topics political, personal, familial, religious, or whatnot. I, myself, am tempted to agree. It's an interesting idea.

It also makes it a very bad week to have started a gaming blog (on Advice), but there you go. So far it's mostly re-posts of 4e stuff from this LJ, but yeah. So so.

Let's see how this goes.

I still reserve the right to have Certain Opinions if it proves that the reason my car won't start is /not/ the battery, but some other Doom.

And also to be happy about the fact that they've gone and put Zombieland and Up on Netflix Instant, so I can go ahead and finally see the one, and re-enjoy the other.
caudelac: (not to die.)
So, I'll make a longer post about this sometime when I am not completely mentally and physically exhausted, but yep, I am unemployed again. Laid off. Downsizing.

Yeah, sucks.

I am not in a horrible mood right this moment because of good friends and awesome boyfriend, who kept on with the plans we already had to go see Scott Pilgrim. Which was really friggin' hilarious, and I enjoyed immensely. However, all of the hype from it is draining out of me, and I think sleep is a thing.

Planescape tomorrow, and trying to keep all the bits and pieces together.

So yeah, that's a thing.
caudelac: (*facepalm*)
Oh In Nomine sourcebook, you have served me well. Your abilities as a fly-swatter, assisting me in destroying the unholy hordes of ginormous green-black bastards invading my sanctum this previous eve has earned you great renown within my realm-- as such, I do solemnly swear that I shall devote at least a portion of my day to reading your rules, instead of just bashing you against the insidious plagues of horrible insects like a blaster in Galaga.

It is the least I can do.
caudelac: (wide awake.)
I r rabbit what got no sleepz.
Rabbit of Tosses and Turns--
Itchy Rabbit jumping at all noises.

Now is must be wukrtime.
Catz think bad idea.
Catz say,
"Can Rabbitz wukrs with no zzzzzs?
Should stay and petz. Mebbe zzzzzs come."

Rabbits say,
"iz not so great actshully. But--
We do what we must, because we can."

Goez nao.
caudelac: (*facepalm*)
I have moved a lot, over the past 10 years. The longest I have lived in any place was about two and a half. That's a lot of residences... 8, actually, if you don't count the 6 months that I technically was renting Lancaster, but effectively living on Hale with my GF at the time. It's frustrating and exhausting, and gives me cardboard allergies. I don't like it.

So what I'm saying is that I don't want to move again. Not out of necessity, anyway, and not to anyplace where I'm just going to wind up moving again soon after for one reason or another, most likely that I settled for whatever I could find quickly that was cheap. I have been delighted by the whole job thing because it means that I don't /have/ to move for financial reasons, among other things. But if these people won't fix my ceiling, when the rain has resulted in streams of water down my wall and puddles on my floor, then I will have to look for somewhere else. And I seriously, desperately, do not want to. I like this nice, inexpensive place what has washer and dryer and is in my favorite neighborhood in all of Durham, perhaps the triangle. If I move from here, I don't want it to be because of a burning throat and soggy cats and mold, but because I am, in fact, choosing to move somewhere better and more awesome in good ways. Just sayin.

Thanks for your time.

~R.
caudelac: (*facepalm*)
So I get home today after the Shards of Orn larp to find that part of my bedroom ceiling has caved in-- the part near the bathroom door. So there's a bunch of stucco all over a basket of stuffed animals and a pile books, and the pervasive smell of damp wood and plaster.

...Awesome.

Fortunately, this is why the good lord invented beer & cider in bottles, and also gave me two good hands.
caudelac: (*facedive*)
So the little bastards finally managed it. After nearly a year of reasonable safety, my cats managed to knock down tthe birdcage and, by all appearances, kill and eat Oscar-the-parakeet while I was away at the King's Gate Event.

Well, fuck.

Cleaning and Laundry were already the order of the evening, but now it seems that they are a bare necessity, due to all the frigging feathers.

And so it goes.
caudelac: (ded of vibrato)
I had this stuck in my head all evening, and while it wasn't exactly the choice I would have made for drowning out my upstairs neighbors' rather loud and exuberant sex (though I can't blame them too much-- it is fekking freezing), since you lovely people can't hear /that/, I shall share with you the awesomeness that is Miriam Makeba and Paul Simon singing Under African Skies, from Graceland: The African concert.





Now, I need suggestions for what to blast at top volume next time the Upstairs Gent sets in with his most unfortunate grunty baritone.

I also need to sleep. Fortunately, so it seems do they.
caudelac: (Konstantin)
Dear French Royalists,

You're doing things wrong.

Many huggles for poor old XVI. It wasn't your fault, pauvre.

Also France, you're much better at riots.
caudelac: (*facepalm*)
Found my wallet. In an obvious place, squished under stuffs.

Feel like a fucking idiot.

Going out to dinner with a friend I haven't seen in years, which is cool, but does not mitigate the stupidity damage one bit.

Bon nuit.
caudelac: (*facedive*)
I seem to have misplaced my wallet, sometime between when I put it in my back pocket at lunch yesterday and (probably) returning from lunch, since it is not at work. I did not notice that it was missing until we left work last evening. Called the restauraunt where we had luunch; they had not seen it. No odd charges on my card thusfar, so... hm.

The weird part is that this only started really bugging me /now/; probably because the bank won't be open till monday, so I cannot do anything about my card & the like till then.

Sigh.
caudelac: (puritain high fivez!)
My knee jerk reaction to this here justice of the peace refusing to give a marriage license to an interracial couple is, of course: seriously you fucking asshole, go die in a fire.

In which Rabbit has a few choice words for racial purists. )

Though my thanks to this shitstick-- I finally have a use for my puritan high-fivez icon.
caudelac: (*facepalm*)
Okay, upstairs people-- after all that beautiful lovemaking, if you're going to START FIGHTING AGAIN, I'm gonna knock some heads together.

Don't make me come up there.

no love,
Rabbit.

P.S. Wow, do I own a lot of geeky-ass t-shirts.
caudelac: (taco bell is not the russian winter.)
So because I am slower than shit, things I didn't notice until this morning, when I took a shower:

My shampoo/conditioner and the pretty little dish on the windowsill in the bathroom, which held my bath soap, are gone.

That's right-- motherfucker from last night? Stole my soap and shampoo. And I didn't notice in time to tell the cops. Not that it's a huge horrible loss-- the dish cost me 25 cents from the Scrap, and the shampoo was a relatively cheap bottle. It's more of an insult to injury thing. What a fucking joker.

This day has already started out AWESOME.

ETA: So I did find the shampoo and soap-- they were removed carefully from the windowsill and placed out of the way on the air boxes. I took pictures and called my property manager.

LI-VID.
caudelac: (wide awake.)
...Wakes Up.
...Feels like hell.
...Takes Temp.
...Curses at Thermometer.
...Fixes a cup of Chicken Bullion.
...Returns to Bed.

Good night.
caudelac: (*facepalm*)
If anyone happens to see a post from me in the next bit here claiming that I've decided to end this lj and move to another, it is a hack, and please not to be clicking on any link therein.

This apparently just happened to [livejournal.com profile] yagathai, so if you happen to have seen such a post from him-- don't click on those links, as they are not what they appear to be. Check the onhover urls.

GRR.
caudelac: (ghetto)
So apparently the city has to jackhammer up the street in front of our house in order to fix the plumbing problem.

WIN.
caudelac: (complain!)
So we've been having... shall we say, plumbing issues since before x-mas, largely on the order of the drains not properly draining, and backing up into things like the bathtub and the dishwasher. We'd been told by the handyman-plumber-guy that there was a clog going out to the street from leaves and dirt getting into the access outside, which for some reason had no cap. Fine, he did something, and the bathroom (closer to the street) was draining ok, though not the kitchen. So we've been on paper plates and other disposables for a bit, as we can't really wash anything dish-wise.

The handyman was supposed to come back the monday after x-mas and didn't, and apparently didn't have the tools to do the job right anyway. The landlady had been trying to get ahold of his boss, and found out yesterday that she'd have to get someone else, as the boss knew this but didn't think it worth passing on. Ok.

So come to yesterday, and the Other Handyman saying that it looked like any and all sewage from the house was basically spewing onto the lawn. So the landlady had a plumber come out. You know the pvp access that had gotten clogged, mentioned before? Apparently, this was the only street-piping made of pvp-- the rest was ancient clay, which was now completely collapsed.

JOY.

I was not home for the adventures of sewage spewing out of the tub and toilet and flooding-- in the course of which, and the plumber going in and out, Kain-the-Failcat managed to escape, and has apparently been wandering the neighborhood all night. [livejournal.com profile] vaukosigan put in a report with the shelter and is going to put up fliers and such, but YEAH.

And to top it all off, she comes home from the shelter, and there's a crew out tearing up the yard. Which is kind-of okay-- fixing the problem is good. But some advance notice would have been nice, of when and such. And they had stuff plugged in inside, and had the back door PROPPED OPEN, and we have 3 other cats-- fortunately, none of whom had gotten out, but YEAH.

LAME.

Hopefully, we will find teh kitteh. I worry about her, as she is very small, and yes.

Also, I'd like to be able to take a bath someday, or run the dishwasher. But hopefully this will be fixed today.

Coz hey, things could always be worse.
caudelac: (angst.)
ugh. So tired I can't think. So tired of not being able to think.

So glad i got drugs.

Chiropractors suck.

Annoyed with world.

Good night.

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