Podworld News

So my hard drive on my laptop is completely, totally, and utterly fubared. It's over. Maybe I'll get a new one soon. Or maybe I'll just never be able to access the internet from home again. So, don't email me if you expect a quick response after 4, or on weekends!

I do have to be thankful on the timing of this news though, if it was last week and I was psycho-pms-ing (that was Wednesday, in case you were wondering), this would've really upset me. As is, it just seems like the laptop was trying to one-up all the other electronic appliances in my house. Like, "Oh yeah, you think your little volume issues and exorcist-like spitting out of cds is bad??? I'll show you!!! Mwahahaha!!!"

So the weekend was lovely, much fun was had. I went to MA, where I saw lots of people and did lots of stuff. It was nice to see my family, and it almost made me want to visit more. Actually, I still really like that area a bit more than where I live, who knows, maybe I'll end up back there. Anyway, so on to the other stuff.

I gatecrashed WorldCon!!! Multiple times, even! That was fun. Not that I'm advocating it in general, I do feel worthwhile things should be supported, but on the other hand my only choice was not going or crashing due to lack of funding, and honestly, I wanted to see people enough that a little bending of the rules seemed warranted. And since nanne was willing to do it too... well, anyway, the subterfuge made it a completely different experience and added a layer of fun complexity that was welcome, more or less. Though tanaise did tell *everyone* that I was an illegal.

So I didn't quite go to any panels, though I really had planned to. Or rather, I had planned to plan to, but I hadn't actually gotten that far in the planning stage other than arriving there and having a room to crash in. I did manage to go to a reading, a couple of parties, the art show, and the dealer room. If I was rich, I could have such cool art in my home. Seriously. And I don't mean giant puzzles or batcaves, either, I mean *real* art. Speaking of which, if anyone needs a giant blue puzzle (6'x8' assembled), you just let me know... But I digress. So then I was all flirty-flirty with someone. Of course, I'd assume he thinks I'm a total whack-job, given that I told him that I routinely get lost in his town. Though I offered to stalk him and he seemed okay with that... anyway, I thought about sending him a fake submission asking him out, but... yeah, well, I never said I was all nervy and forward. I mean, other than sneaking into places, but really that's just a natural extension of movie-hopping. I've seen the face of moral decline in this country, and it is me.

So I didn't get to say goodbye to tanaise, because she's a twit. That was sad, but I suppose I do talk to her often enough that that's okay. Smoochies, baby! Oh, plus she gave me a ninja bunny. Or is he a kung-fu bunny? The mind boggles! I then went to my parents house, and was asked by my cousin to move to England with him a year and a half from now. The dog seemed depressed when I left, as did the parents. Peter seemed inscrutable, as is normal, but I'm sure he's sad. Really. Less sad now that he has my old papasan chair probably, but still sad. Luckily he has the tv to comfort him.

And pretty much, that was it. I mean, I saw lots of people that I didn't name here, and had much fun with it all. I stared at clouds a lot, including while driving home. I made it home in just under 4 hours, including stopping for gas. And whilst I was gone fievel1 kept my plants alive, because she is a beautiful and lovely person. And sidruid introduced me to the joys of oreo bomb flavored ice cream. Oh, and I didn't have to get a root canal this morning. Go me!

Yesterday was a very mixed day for me. It's probably a good thing I don't have a computer at home at the moment, because last night possibly would've been profanity filled and vicious. So here's the synopsis... actually, before I get to that, let me point out that yesterday was also the major pms day for me, oh, and I've now had a headache for 2 days.

( You want your oil changed when? (This part was actually funny) )

( Dentists suck )

( Why I hate root canals... )

So apparently yesterday I *just* (as in, by minutes) missed the part where they netted and arrested people in front of the WTC PATH station. Which does explain quite a bit, like, the scary riot police people with the helmets and guns and big sticks, and perhaps (though not really) why that one cop (not in riot gear) grabbed my arm and herded me towards the left side turnstiles. I'm still confused about the whole not using the right hand side turnstile thing, and I was briefly angry... which, when I stopped to think about it was really more a combination of anxiety and feeling crowded. Now, it wasn't crowded downstairs, but there were riot police there... I guess in case people fleeing arrest managed to sprint down 3 flights of stairs. There were a lot of people to be navigated through on the sidewalk outside. It's weird though, it once again brought into sharp contrast the idea that safety is an illusion, accidents happen, at any time I could still be killed/arrested/stomped on for being in the wrong place at the wrong time, namely, on my way to or from work. I was also freaked out at the invading of my personal space. It's not like he hurt me, he just grabbed my arm, but at the same time, I think the knowledge that he, or one of the zillion other riot guards could've smacked me down, was just a bit... yeah. And actually, if I'd had my headphones on like I normally do, I'm pretty sure I would've really freaked out.

The funny thing is... that particular protest was actually one whose sentiment I agree with. I don't think images of the WTC, before, during, or after being destroyed, should be used as part of a political campaign. But I'm all too aware of how very much the current administration cares for the opinions of taxpayers. Well, the opinions of non-rightwing fundamentalist taxpayers, anyway.

So last night I finished the set I was working on. Finally! Though to be fair, it took less time than pretty much any other thing I've done... but still. And if I do say so myself, it looks rather spiffy. Perhaps I'll try to get it together and take pictures sometime soon. I'll need film first. Or for someone to conveniently leave their digital camera lying around. Or maybe I just need tyrus, though he's kind of got... stuff going on.

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On the work front... boredom still reigns supreme. Apparently I have become more efficient, and I now have little to do. Still, it's a job, and it serves my purposes, but I'd be a bit more satisfied with my position if things were busier. Though to be fair, today we had an event that I helped put together, and it came off very well. Bonus points! Though I then got teased by the chef for a reason I won't go into here, though it was all very aboveboard. Weenie chef.

But so also at work... my coworker's on vaca. So I'm supposed to check her voicemail on occasion. So I did. Apparently someone is in the final decision-making stages and wants her to come back in for another interview. Uh yeah. This makes me feel weird. I mean, it's not like she doesn't tell me about these things, but... yeah, weird. Is she actually going to leave? I thought she'd decided against it, but then again, there have been unpleasant times this year and it's not like my plans are all about staying forever...

Also also at work, I've taken to wearing skirt-suits instead of pantsuits because I'm having trouble with sizes. And I know I shouldn't complain about losing weight, but you know, I really just cannot afford all new clothing to replace the stuff I have. Wearing baggy, falling-off clothing doesn't really look that great, no matter how skinny or fat one might be. Luckily I have some skirt-suits that I'd just kind of been avoiding wearing. So now people keep commenting on how good I look in them, and while it's nice in a way, it's just kind of... weird. When someone at work, someone who is most definitely not hitting on you, says that you're beautiful, how are you supposed to react? I mean, if I was all full of myself and thought it was true, there'd be a clear choice, but as there is... there's really not. I generally just say, "Uh, thanks. Yeah." It's not like I think I'm hideous or anything, mind you, I just don't... I don't know. I'm just me!

chrishaas: I'm not sure, but my guess would be someone with too much time on their hands who responds to polls in a dorky way. I mean, I could be wrong...

straif: Silly string. Definitely silly string.

linithiliel: It's a tough question, and honestly, my answers would probably change by the hour, but for now the answers are (of course assuming I'd have something to watch them on)... The Muppet Movie (though I'm tempted to go with Muppet Treasure Island for ironic potential), Buckaroo Banzai, Nightlife, The Royal Tannenbaums, and Gosford Park. And no, I probably couldn't justify any of them over "classic" films. Heh.

So... had no problems with commuting (unlike others on my f-list, haha!) and am here and alone. Sadly, tragically alone. And since I've already harrassed people at work, I need something else to focus on.

So... I've never bothered doing one of these polls, but what the hell, ask me a question and I'll probably answer it in another post...

[Poll #343049]


ps. if anyone taped Dead Like Me last night, I would really like to watch it

So I was trying to delete things on my primary email. I had around 2500 unread messages (though to be fair, around 2000 of them were from TH and have now been mass-deleted, maybe I'll be more active now...), and a whole bunch of other ones that were read and never replied to, including lots of lj post-related commentary. Now, I really did mean to respond to some. Really. More than a few. And maybe I still will, but probably not. I still love everyone, sorry I've been so absent... :)

I'll be better. I will. :)

I actually am ruminating on Deep Thought-type posts that I may share later, but for now, consider the pluot. At this point in my life, the pluot is my favorite fruit. So if you haven't tried one, you really should. Tasty and sweet, pluots are neat!

This message hasn't actually been brought to you by the Pluot Farmers of America (or Wherever), but it may as well have been.

Ever heard the song 'Master of the House' from Les Mis? Ever think that it and the Electric Mayhem song from The Muppet Movie sound a lot alike? Or is it just me?