I Am a Fluke of the Universe

This is a Friends Only journal. It's in my userinfo too, but I'm attempting to be thorough.

Leave me a comment, send me an email, whatever. I just like to know who's looking.

A good while back an acquaintance/friend of mine had a mailing list. On this mailing list there was much wacky fun but alas, I was not subscribed to it. Ah well.

Then he posted some of the highlights on his webpage, including the Why February Sucks list, compiled from emails by every member of the list. Since I knew these people and went to the same school the list (much of which was specific to the school) amused me greatly.

Alas, the list is now gone and I'm too lazy to go poke the Wayback Machine for it. So I thought, hey, people on my friendslist hate February too!

So right then! Everyone and anyone is free to join in. This is a rare public post in my journal and I'm changing my preferences to allow commenting from non-friends so go on and add your own reasons why the month of February sucks and needs to die.

( Mine, just to start )

Add your own! Please!

At my husband's suggestion I made this:

( I feel slightly dirty )

Seeing as I'm home for the day due to snow, I figured I'd poke around the BPAL site and make my little list of things I want to smell.

Now, I know there are people on my flist who have bought from BPAL before, so I'd love to hear from people if they know any of the scents I have listed. I don't wear perfume or anything really, and I never have, mainly because I've never found something I liked and could tolerate for a long period of time, but the BPAL scents sound so interesting. The only thing I know for certain that I can't handle is patchouli. Blech.

( Smelly Stuff )

Also, if anyone has any suggestions, I'd love ot hear them. I seem to be attracted to roses, citrus, and some of what they claim are the more masculine scents on their lists.

Well then. I have just learned that George Takei, one of my favorite Star Trek actors EVER, is gay. Not only that, but he's been in a committed relationship for the past 18 years. And he's 68. How could I not have realized that he was that old?

But hey, rock on. I even uploaded my shirtless!sulu icon just to make this post, but really, why didn't I have it uploaded before? I LOVE shirtless!sulu.

As far as I can tell, everyone I know to be in London or the vicinity is okay. I'm trying to track down a couple of high school friends but I don't know how much success I'll have.

If anyone on my flist is looking for someone in London, or wants to read some users experiences, london_070705 has a post up for checking in, posts for passing on information and messages, and individual accounts of what's going on.

Right, so, I'm up waaaaaay too late.

I just thought I'd mention it.

Gotta make 120 beanbags with gnome faces on them tomorrow.

Should be fun.

Happy 4th to all the US folks out there, and to the rest of y'all, well, be grateful that your day won't be impeded by parades? I dunno.

I had some very odd dreams last night. I'm not about to recount them in all their glory, but they reminded me of a few things, which I will write about. They're summer things from my childhood. Summer when I was little followed a very set pattern, and according the my best friend's father, after today, summer was over.

So, read if you want, ignore if you want. I don't really care. But I'm bored and home alone most of the day, soI figured I might as well do something.


( Everyone Loves a Parade - downer at the end, sorry )


A little ways back, rushthatspeaks wrote about childhood reading experiences and how sometimes the reading of a book is inextricably linked to the place where you read it. When I read it, I didn't have the time to formulate my thoughts, but now I do.

( Nancy Drew )

And that's that. You really don't want to know the dream that sparked those memories, but siffice it to say that there was a parade.

Well, I feel like shit.

My nose is all stuffed up and my sinuses are staging some sort of sit-in and my throat is sore and all I want to do is drink hot tea and take a hot shower but it's still fucking hot here so both of those would make meeven more uncomfortable in the long run.

Fucking summer colds. Sick is for the winter! When tea and hot showers make SENSE.

I'm thinking of calling in sick tonight. They'd only have to cover one hour really, cause otherwise I'm a third wheel today.

Opinions? Anyone?

I continue to be highly amused by Robot Chicken.

There has been no monkey defecation in this entry.

Well, apparently I live in a New England prison:

Your Slanguage Profile

New England Slang: 75%

Prison Slang: 75%

British Slang: 50%

Canadian Slang: 50%

Southern Slang: 50%

Victorian Slang: 50%

Aussie Slang: 25%

The other day I was awoken from a nap to answer the phone, only to find that the "caller" wasactually a recorded message from the local Baptist church, trying to convert me and get me to come to their services.

Needless to say, I did not listen to the whole message. I went back to my nap. Mmmm. Sloth.

Then today I answer the phone, thinking it will be my husband saying he's on his way home, and I get a woman who says this:

"Hi, my name is [Elizabeth]. You don't know me, but I'm calling to share an encouraging Bible quote with you. Would you be interested?"

Again, needless to say, I was not interested. I told her so, hung up, and bitched about it online. Mmmm. Wrath.

Is it Convert The Atheist week? A Catholic friend of mine said he missed the memo if it is, but then "If it's not coming out of enflamed shrubbery or echoing from thunder, it's 'low priority'."

Anyhow, I found myself at a loss as to what to say to this woman. I mean, I'm usually polite on the phone, and I was fairly polite to her, but I hung up and regretted my lack of snappy quotations. Had I been at the top of my game, I'd have been able to say:
"Sure, can I share a discouraging quote from the Deteriorata?" and gone on to tell her that she's a fluke of the universe, has no right to be here, and whether she can hear it or not, the universe is laughing behind her back. But I didn't.

So! I present a poll:

Poll #518192 Convert The Atheist Week
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All

Have you ever recieved a recorded message or a cold call from a church?

What have you done/would you do if you recieved a recorded message?

What have you done/would you do if you recieved a cold call from a live person?

I need snappy come-backs! What would you say to a telemarketer selling religion? (Leave a comment if you run out of room)

Remember folks, this is all for fun. I try not to discuss religion or politics with my friends since I've found that I end up with far more interesting friends if I don't let differing opinions in such things get in the way. If you want to debate with me, you're out of luck. Want to debate with each other, take it outside.

Well, here is where I show how pathetic I am. I still watch The Real World.

Anyone else? I know there are a few of y'all out there...

So! The new cast? Impressive collection of drunken lunatics! I like two people: Nehemiah and the hairdresser virgin chick whose name I have not committed to memory yet.

Almost worse than the Philly cast, but not quite.

Urk.

Crap mood.

Not sure why.

Those are the worst.

I'm not entirely sure of the chain of events but somehow my incredibly clumsy cat (aren't cats supposed to be graceful?) managed to knock a very stable stack of dishes off of a very safe section of counter, breaking two of them and spreading shattered porcelain all over the kitchen floor.

I was in the bathroom starting the shower. I heard dishes clattering then I heard dishes falling anddishes breaking. When I got out to the kitchen I saw:
That the four dishes that had been on the counter were now on the floor. Two of them broken. The freezer door was open. A basket which had been on top of the fridge was on the floor with the dishes.

Lovely.

So, either:
She used the stack of dishes as a jumping-off point to get up onto the refrigerator and then slipped when the dishes fell, opening the freezer and taking the basket down with her as she fell.

OR

She got up to the fridge without a problem, tried to stand on the basket to get up onto the cabinets behind the fridge, slipped on that, which opened the door and she landed on the dishes which made both her and them fall.

Either way, it means I have to wear shoes in the kitchen until I have a chance to mop, vacuum, and mop again. Those bits of porcelain are TINY.

After having to spend a good 15 minutes excavating my dinner from the fridge yesterday I have decided that no matter how disgusting the task may be, today is the day to clean that refrigerator out.

I'll let people know if anything attacks me but I figured I can tackle anything that still fits inside a tupperware container. Though, I might need more containers by the end of the day.

Otherwise I think it promises to be a slow day. Maybe I'll talk Andy into going to see Batman Begins again.

Oh hot glue, how I love thee...

I love your sticky hotness.
I love how you drip slowly.
I love my blistered finger.

Oh hot glue, the only thing which surpasses my love for you is my love for my hot glue gun.

No good reason for it but I am not sleepy yet. Sad really.

I've even got two classes of first graders to deal with tomorrow and I cannot make myself feel sleepy. What the hell?

There's a man who looks like a mouse on tv... Like, whiskers and everything. I should probably force myself to go sleep.

Bored bored bored.

Someone poke me!

Why does email hate me so tonight?

I check Yahoo, and it won't connect, so I move to Hotmail, which works fine for a while and is now giving me that damn "server is too busy, try again later" message that I hate so much. But Yahoo's back!

I expect it to go down again at some point. Maybe Hotmail will be back by then. Or I'll be home and it won't matter.

Stupid work computers running stupid Windows 95. Can't do gmail on the old browsers and the new ones won't run on 95. Bah.