Sunday, March 28, 2010
Thursday, February 25, 2010
black and gray
Break out your black for the poor and downtrodden (or for Johnny Cash, however you want to look at it):
http://blog.napster.com/napster/2010/02/wear-black-for-johnny-cash-day-this-friday.html
It's a gray and rainy day - all day yesterday, too. We got that sump pump in just in time, it's working regularly right now. :) Eor says there's still a couple of puddles in the basement, but I guess I've let it go for too long this morning and probably won't get down there to fill them with rock before I have to leave for work.
Phoebe's birthday party tonight, so I'm sure I'm not going to be on the computer tonight or much tomorrow morning.
As a brief update, I think I'll repost a few of my LJ entries for the last few days. Which means nobody has to read any more of this post, really, since the only person who reads it is Phoebe and she already reads my LJ:
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"I'm that Northeast bitch - a typical North/South interaction. "
The other day when I was in charge at the baggage station I happened to be the only one obviously in the area (all the guys were looking into bags), so this woman walked up to the fence and started insistently trying to talk at me. Now, I WAS actually working, maybe she thought I was playing solitaire or something, but I had a bag in the x-ray and when you have a bag in the x-ray you're really not supposed to leave the console. I am, however, nice - and curious - and I didn't want her to stand there braying "MEE-yahs!" all day, so I did put the x-ray on hold and went over to see what she wanted.
She waves something wrapped in paper at me, and I could intuit that it was probably syrup of some sort by the shape and the fact she was rambling on in her Southern accent about having had this in her carry on bag, so I interrupted her and told her she had to go talk to her airline about it. But that wasn't a good enough answer and she had to keep on talking to me about it, about how she wanted to throw it away.
I probably didn't even wait for her to get to the end of that sentence. "Garbage can, right over there."
"I didn't want anyone to think I was trying to dispose of something!"
I don't even know if I responded to that, I think I just turned around and walked off, just kind of fuming in my head about her pulling me away from WORK that I'm doing to ramble on to me about stupid shit I have no need to be involved in.
A moment later I thought, "Oh, wait, I was just rude, wasn't I?" And this is why I really almost wish the South HAD managed to secede from the States - they're just dragging us down. Slowing us down when we have work to do by asking stupid questions.
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"That's not tea"
Am trying to be good and avoid caffeine, but after two cups of rooibus I still feel like faceplanting into my keyboard. I had one cup of tea yesterday with caffeine in it, because I felt I 'deserved' (or needed) it if I was going to be in charge of a baggage screening station. And I found myself clutching that cup and trying to eke it out like it was pure black gold. My lifeline, my elixir. It wasn't a bad day, I had a good team and enough people to work with most of the time, and honestly not even that much work to do. We did a lot of talking about the U.S. educational system and how/why it sucks - turns out that one of our quiet coworkers has studied education and also done a round with Habitat for Humanity. We really do have such a varied group. Another coworker, Pez, told us about going to a Catholic school and how he would act up so he could be punished by being shut in the coat closet, because the coat closet was much more interesting than being in class. "Dances With Wolves" came up two independent times and we discussed why the white settlers would kill buffalo and take only the skins and tongue. I do think it's interesting how Pez will always preface comments about why it's asinine to do X with "I'm no treehugger, but..." He's obviously been in far too many places where caring about the environment or animals was sneered at.
We also heard, yet again (the 20th time for me, I think) Goldyboy's story about his cousin getting kicked in the head by the horse and having his eye pop out. (Don't worry, he shoved it back in and it was fine.) And I asked if it didn't leave a horseshoe shaped imprint, and he said yest it did, but a horse kick doesn't always, and he and the little blond horsey girl Lead who was there agreed that it could be possible to mistake a horse kick for a cudgel blow if it hit right, so Doyle may be vindicated in "Silver Blaze" after all. (My main talking point in my review of the episode I posted at GranadaSlash was that a horse-kick should be evident to horsey people.)
Okay, must pee, now. I'll leave you with my major time waster this morning: After the Fact, an E.W. Hornung story, predecessor to Raffles. Yesterday's major time waster was The Stroke of Five, also E.W. Hornung, a crazy little story and probably as dangerously homoerotic as could have been published in his day. Yeah, sure these guys are hanging out holding hands under the bridge for three hours... ETA: Warnings for non-con...?
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skip a few entries (boy I write dull stuff)
"tons and tons of gravel"
We don't know exactly how much weight, but Eor figured that the yardage of gravel he ordered for the basement was in the area of 12 tons (U.S.ian). He moved possibly half of the total amount, and the rest was moved mostly by the guy upstairs, some by myself and some by the guy who lives in the back unit.
It was a lot. And now it needs to be raked out onto the floor.
Eor's in bed, I think I'll go rub his back. I also went up to Friendly's and bought him (and me) a hot fudge sundae. :)
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The girl from China
I could have started telling this story on Friday, but I didn't feel as though I had enough information, yet.
Friday we had a girl from China who didn't have proper ID and didn't speak much English, and a variety of people got involved in the case. When most of us were leaving for the evening she was still sitting there with a cop and a translator who'd been brought in, and we were told Immigration had sent an agent. Last night we got more of an update from the cop, K-of-BBQ, who was involved.
Turns out her parents are in prison in China for having the wrong religion (we don't know what), and she escaped by getting hooked up with an illegal prostitution ring who got her to the U.S. She made some money with that in New York, but got arrested eventually. She made her bail and was given a court date to look into her request for political asylum, and until that date she's free to go anywhere in the U.S. If she doesn't show up they don't seem to have any particular plan to go out and get her - I'm sure they've decided she's not really any sort of threat.
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"bio-terrorism?"
I have to tell you all about the nastiest bag I think I've seen yet, in seven years of inspecting people's bags. One of the airports in DC sent it here, I have no idea why. Perhaps they just had no idea what to do with it. So, no passenger with it, and it must have been sent out onto the baggage carousel and sat there for a while because they decided to rescreen it. One of my coworkers ended up having to open it, and now everyone who even looked at it seems to think they might come down with some rare tropical disease.
There were several bricks of some type of food wrapped in leaves, bags of decaying vegetation, and mounds of black grubs of some kind (thankfully dead). They must have been in a bag to start with, but now they were all through the bag, thousands of them, each over and inch long and touched with yellow bits. And over everything were crawling live insects. Turns out the bag originated in Johannesburg, South Africa, and how it got by those beagles who are supposed to inspect for foreign plants and animals I really don't know. (Oh, the name of the passenger just popped back into my mind, too - Blessed Manzila.) It was even leaking some kind of liquid, probably from all the decay, and the airline had no idea what to do with it so they said they were going to bag it and toss it in the trash. I do hope that our manager took our worries into account and contacted the Department of Agriculture to pick it up and dispose of it properly, because a plastic bag is not going to keep all those delightful little South African bugs from getting out. They might just die in the Maine winter, but it hasn't been as cold as it should be.
People could not shake that one from their minds, after viewing it. I'll bet some had dreams about it.
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"Mack the Knife as a pirate!"
I did a little obsessing about the origin of the song "Mack the Knife," which was one of my favorites when I was a kid (okay, still pretty much is). I was surprised, a few weeks ago, to find that most people apparently don't associate Louis Armstrong with this song! That was the version my Grandmother had, and I always heard growing up.
Anyhow, Mack The Knife, as we all know, comes from The Threepenny Opera. The Threepenny Opera was a rewrite of The Beggar's Opera, a satirical ballad opera written in 1728 by John Gay. Gay also wrote a sequel called "Polly," in which Macheath (Mack the Knife) becomes a pirate and Polly gets sold by white slavers to a plantation owner in the Carribean, but escapes, dresses as a boy, and eventually marries a Carib prince. But this play was apparently so pointedly political that it was banned, and there's no indication on Wiki if there are still any copies in existence.
That would be SO AWESOME. Play it again, Louis!
http://blog.napster.com/napster/2010/02/wear-black-for-johnny-cash-day-this-friday.html
It's a gray and rainy day - all day yesterday, too. We got that sump pump in just in time, it's working regularly right now. :) Eor says there's still a couple of puddles in the basement, but I guess I've let it go for too long this morning and probably won't get down there to fill them with rock before I have to leave for work.
Phoebe's birthday party tonight, so I'm sure I'm not going to be on the computer tonight or much tomorrow morning.
As a brief update, I think I'll repost a few of my LJ entries for the last few days. Which means nobody has to read any more of this post, really, since the only person who reads it is Phoebe and she already reads my LJ:
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"I'm that Northeast bitch - a typical North/South interaction. "
The other day when I was in charge at the baggage station I happened to be the only one obviously in the area (all the guys were looking into bags), so this woman walked up to the fence and started insistently trying to talk at me. Now, I WAS actually working, maybe she thought I was playing solitaire or something, but I had a bag in the x-ray and when you have a bag in the x-ray you're really not supposed to leave the console. I am, however, nice - and curious - and I didn't want her to stand there braying "MEE-yahs!" all day, so I did put the x-ray on hold and went over to see what she wanted.
She waves something wrapped in paper at me, and I could intuit that it was probably syrup of some sort by the shape and the fact she was rambling on in her Southern accent about having had this in her carry on bag, so I interrupted her and told her she had to go talk to her airline about it. But that wasn't a good enough answer and she had to keep on talking to me about it, about how she wanted to throw it away.
I probably didn't even wait for her to get to the end of that sentence. "Garbage can, right over there."
"I didn't want anyone to think I was trying to dispose of something!"
I don't even know if I responded to that, I think I just turned around and walked off, just kind of fuming in my head about her pulling me away from WORK that I'm doing to ramble on to me about stupid shit I have no need to be involved in.
A moment later I thought, "Oh, wait, I was just rude, wasn't I?" And this is why I really almost wish the South HAD managed to secede from the States - they're just dragging us down. Slowing us down when we have work to do by asking stupid questions.
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"That's not tea"
Am trying to be good and avoid caffeine, but after two cups of rooibus I still feel like faceplanting into my keyboard. I had one cup of tea yesterday with caffeine in it, because I felt I 'deserved' (or needed) it if I was going to be in charge of a baggage screening station. And I found myself clutching that cup and trying to eke it out like it was pure black gold. My lifeline, my elixir. It wasn't a bad day, I had a good team and enough people to work with most of the time, and honestly not even that much work to do. We did a lot of talking about the U.S. educational system and how/why it sucks - turns out that one of our quiet coworkers has studied education and also done a round with Habitat for Humanity. We really do have such a varied group. Another coworker, Pez, told us about going to a Catholic school and how he would act up so he could be punished by being shut in the coat closet, because the coat closet was much more interesting than being in class. "Dances With Wolves" came up two independent times and we discussed why the white settlers would kill buffalo and take only the skins and tongue. I do think it's interesting how Pez will always preface comments about why it's asinine to do X with "I'm no treehugger, but..." He's obviously been in far too many places where caring about the environment or animals was sneered at.
We also heard, yet again (the 20th time for me, I think) Goldyboy's story about his cousin getting kicked in the head by the horse and having his eye pop out. (Don't worry, he shoved it back in and it was fine.) And I asked if it didn't leave a horseshoe shaped imprint, and he said yest it did, but a horse kick doesn't always, and he and the little blond horsey girl Lead who was there agreed that it could be possible to mistake a horse kick for a cudgel blow if it hit right, so Doyle may be vindicated in "Silver Blaze" after all. (My main talking point in my review of the episode I posted at GranadaSlash was that a horse-kick should be evident to horsey people.)
Okay, must pee, now. I'll leave you with my major time waster this morning: After the Fact, an E.W. Hornung story, predecessor to Raffles. Yesterday's major time waster was The Stroke of Five, also E.W. Hornung, a crazy little story and probably as dangerously homoerotic as could have been published in his day. Yeah, sure these guys are hanging out holding hands under the bridge for three hours... ETA: Warnings for non-con...?
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skip a few entries (boy I write dull stuff)
"tons and tons of gravel"
We don't know exactly how much weight, but Eor figured that the yardage of gravel he ordered for the basement was in the area of 12 tons (U.S.ian). He moved possibly half of the total amount, and the rest was moved mostly by the guy upstairs, some by myself and some by the guy who lives in the back unit.
It was a lot. And now it needs to be raked out onto the floor.
Eor's in bed, I think I'll go rub his back. I also went up to Friendly's and bought him (and me) a hot fudge sundae. :)
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The girl from China
I could have started telling this story on Friday, but I didn't feel as though I had enough information, yet.
Friday we had a girl from China who didn't have proper ID and didn't speak much English, and a variety of people got involved in the case. When most of us were leaving for the evening she was still sitting there with a cop and a translator who'd been brought in, and we were told Immigration had sent an agent. Last night we got more of an update from the cop, K-of-BBQ, who was involved.
Turns out her parents are in prison in China for having the wrong religion (we don't know what), and she escaped by getting hooked up with an illegal prostitution ring who got her to the U.S. She made some money with that in New York, but got arrested eventually. She made her bail and was given a court date to look into her request for political asylum, and until that date she's free to go anywhere in the U.S. If she doesn't show up they don't seem to have any particular plan to go out and get her - I'm sure they've decided she's not really any sort of threat.
------------------------------------------------
"bio-terrorism?"
I have to tell you all about the nastiest bag I think I've seen yet, in seven years of inspecting people's bags. One of the airports in DC sent it here, I have no idea why. Perhaps they just had no idea what to do with it. So, no passenger with it, and it must have been sent out onto the baggage carousel and sat there for a while because they decided to rescreen it. One of my coworkers ended up having to open it, and now everyone who even looked at it seems to think they might come down with some rare tropical disease.
There were several bricks of some type of food wrapped in leaves, bags of decaying vegetation, and mounds of black grubs of some kind (thankfully dead). They must have been in a bag to start with, but now they were all through the bag, thousands of them, each over and inch long and touched with yellow bits. And over everything were crawling live insects. Turns out the bag originated in Johannesburg, South Africa, and how it got by those beagles who are supposed to inspect for foreign plants and animals I really don't know. (Oh, the name of the passenger just popped back into my mind, too - Blessed Manzila.) It was even leaking some kind of liquid, probably from all the decay, and the airline had no idea what to do with it so they said they were going to bag it and toss it in the trash. I do hope that our manager took our worries into account and contacted the Department of Agriculture to pick it up and dispose of it properly, because a plastic bag is not going to keep all those delightful little South African bugs from getting out. They might just die in the Maine winter, but it hasn't been as cold as it should be.
People could not shake that one from their minds, after viewing it. I'll bet some had dreams about it.
------------------
"Mack the Knife as a pirate!"
I did a little obsessing about the origin of the song "Mack the Knife," which was one of my favorites when I was a kid (okay, still pretty much is). I was surprised, a few weeks ago, to find that most people apparently don't associate Louis Armstrong with this song! That was the version my Grandmother had, and I always heard growing up.
Anyhow, Mack The Knife, as we all know, comes from The Threepenny Opera. The Threepenny Opera was a rewrite of The Beggar's Opera, a satirical ballad opera written in 1728 by John Gay. Gay also wrote a sequel called "Polly," in which Macheath (Mack the Knife) becomes a pirate and Polly gets sold by white slavers to a plantation owner in the Carribean, but escapes, dresses as a boy, and eventually marries a Carib prince. But this play was apparently so pointedly political that it was banned, and there's no indication on Wiki if there are still any copies in existence.
That would be SO AWESOME. Play it again, Louis!
Saturday, November 28, 2009
just to cheer your day...
Apropo of nothing, just in case you missed this fact, Alan Cumming is hot. He's bisexual, he's married to a guy. He has a Scottish accent. And in this clip he has Tin Tin hair. ;)
Yeah, I'm still alive...
I don't even know why I have all these different blogs and such when I spend most of my time at LiveJournal. I haven't even posted much over there, lately. I've just been too busy and distracted. I've learned how to make some pretty damned killer gluten-free carrot spice muffins, some simple slippers/moccasins, I've acquired a new old sewing machine - a gorgeous old Singer treadle - which will become a desk for me 'soon' (in the probably after Christmas area at this point), I had a computer crash and lost all my snail and email addresses and probably a lot of my photos, I had a visit from a brother (Hawk) and we went to see Dad and Aunt and Cousin, a law allowing gay marriage very nearly passed in Maine but the bigots (see above Cousin) killed it. :( (His mother voted to keep it, I believe. I felt betrayed in all kinds of ways because it was him coming out as gay that made me feel it would be okay to be bi, and then he went back on that.) I've been teaching classes at work early on Monday mornings, which is difficult to make.
Because I think he's cool - I don't really know him, but see him often in passing, and he seems like a really nice guy, always pleasant and good tempered - a link to the Wiki on Tony Atlas: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tony_Atlas Rumor has it that then he was fighting drug addiction a few years ago, and living on the streets in Lewiston. But I had no idea he was a sketch artist and now I want to see his art! But I can't find any online.
This morning I've spent at least an hour, quite possibly more, trying to copy all the addresses I've found into Eor's address book so they're backed up on his computer and won't be lost if I have another crash. :P Eor's on his way home from work so it's time to make french toast! :)
Because I think he's cool - I don't really know him, but see him often in passing, and he seems like a really nice guy, always pleasant and good tempered - a link to the Wiki on Tony Atlas: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tony_Atlas Rumor has it that then he was fighting drug addiction a few years ago, and living on the streets in Lewiston. But I had no idea he was a sketch artist and now I want to see his art! But I can't find any online.
This morning I've spent at least an hour, quite possibly more, trying to copy all the addresses I've found into Eor's address book so they're backed up on his computer and won't be lost if I have another crash. :P Eor's on his way home from work so it's time to make french toast! :)
Friday, May 29, 2009
Again with the ketchup
We closed on our new place a week ago! We cleaned a LOT Thursday and Friday and started moving things on Saturday. Eor has been moving a load at a time all week, and tomorrow our friends will bring a larger van down to help us with big things. Our phone here gets turned off on Monday, and I have asked for that day off to wait for the cable guy to show up at the new place. Tuesday I have yearly bloodwork done early in the morning in South Portland and I'm not even sure which home I'll be leaving from! But there is still so much to move, here. Must eat, do dishes, and leave for work early to drop off the change of address forms at the Credit Union.
Saturday, May 2, 2009
I've been all over town today. I've managed to get some boxes for packing our books in, to prepare in case we do get the condo. I gave away those boots I've been trying to get rid of ever since I bought them - $80 Corcoran jump boots, worn for a couple of hours, indoors. I gave them to Goodwill. I hope they get even $60 for them. It sucks, but it's a weight off my mind to not have to worry about trying to find someone who wants them. And the guy said they could use my ragged clothes as well. Well, he didn't say it so much as affirm, because he's deaf and can't speak, so we were communicating in notes. I felt right at home. :)
I randomly found some of the tiny hot peppers we've been looking for forever - yay!! :D I also bought some large dried peppers and some spoons. I was looking for green peppercorns and was completely unable to find them, though I went to four stores (and have been to at least three more stores around here on other days, recently). Green peppercorns. You wouldn't think it would be that difficult. I also bought three plane spoons for taking in our lunch bags - they ended up costing me fifty cents rather than the $1.50 they were marked, I think because the kid at the counter was embarrassed that he'd missed them when he was ringing up the peppers. And I determined that a teapot like the one I bought in England for about the equivalent of $9 would have cost me $35 - $40 if I'd bought it in the chi-chi kitchen store downtown. :)
I also bought a new rice cooker and for goodness sake I can NOT believe how much the price of those has gone up in the past few years. Although Eor points out to me that I'm supporting a local store who still stocks the same thing I want, Zojirushi brand - they haven't discontinued it and come out with something cheaper and poorly made, which annoys me so damned much when it happens - like ALL the time with everything I want. But it does suck to have to replace our rice cooker every five years because the non-stick surface starts peeling off. Is a nonstick surface inescapable and essential to a rice cooker? Eor thinks it is, and I understand the reasoning - it sucks to have to wash rice off, it does stick like a bastard - but it scares me that I've been eating that non-stick stuff. My brother says it causes tiny cuts in one's intestines just like eating finely ground glass, and one of my co-workers says he's heard that damage to the intestines can often instigate gluten intolerance. What are rice cookers like where you live?
On "Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me" they had the guy who's playing Sabertooth in the new "Wolverine" movie. He is (apparently like many actors who play super-villains in movies) originally a Shakespearean actor, and he says the work is not that much different, although you don't argue the lines when you're doing Shakespear. :)
Groceries will have to wait until tomorrow - there's not much of a list anyhow. I'm not even hungry, today, this is odd. I've been going since breakfast on nothing but some tea and ice cream. I have had a headache a good deal of the day, though. Laundry is done, dishes await before I can make dinner.
I randomly found some of the tiny hot peppers we've been looking for forever - yay!! :D I also bought some large dried peppers and some spoons. I was looking for green peppercorns and was completely unable to find them, though I went to four stores (and have been to at least three more stores around here on other days, recently). Green peppercorns. You wouldn't think it would be that difficult. I also bought three plane spoons for taking in our lunch bags - they ended up costing me fifty cents rather than the $1.50 they were marked, I think because the kid at the counter was embarrassed that he'd missed them when he was ringing up the peppers. And I determined that a teapot like the one I bought in England for about the equivalent of $9 would have cost me $35 - $40 if I'd bought it in the chi-chi kitchen store downtown. :)
I also bought a new rice cooker and for goodness sake I can NOT believe how much the price of those has gone up in the past few years. Although Eor points out to me that I'm supporting a local store who still stocks the same thing I want, Zojirushi brand - they haven't discontinued it and come out with something cheaper and poorly made, which annoys me so damned much when it happens - like ALL the time with everything I want. But it does suck to have to replace our rice cooker every five years because the non-stick surface starts peeling off. Is a nonstick surface inescapable and essential to a rice cooker? Eor thinks it is, and I understand the reasoning - it sucks to have to wash rice off, it does stick like a bastard - but it scares me that I've been eating that non-stick stuff. My brother says it causes tiny cuts in one's intestines just like eating finely ground glass, and one of my co-workers says he's heard that damage to the intestines can often instigate gluten intolerance. What are rice cookers like where you live?
On "Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me" they had the guy who's playing Sabertooth in the new "Wolverine" movie. He is (apparently like many actors who play super-villains in movies) originally a Shakespearean actor, and he says the work is not that much different, although you don't argue the lines when you're doing Shakespear. :)
Groceries will have to wait until tomorrow - there's not much of a list anyhow. I'm not even hungry, today, this is odd. I've been going since breakfast on nothing but some tea and ice cream. I have had a headache a good deal of the day, though. Laundry is done, dishes await before I can make dinner.
Monday, February 23, 2009
Damn, I forget about this blog thing. I post over at LJ all the time, and this place just gets neglected. The big newses du jour - we're looking for a house to buy and we've got a trip to England planned in just over a month. Smaller news = my brother, Hawk, will be visiting in the end of March, since he'll already be on the East Coast (he lives in Seattle, currently) for an interview. If he gets this position - a physician's assistant internship, I believe - he'll be working in The Bronx. Our youngest brother, Eightball, lives and works in New York State, I'm thinking only an hour or two north of the City. We'll all be on the East Coast again, which might be a sign of the coming Apocalypse! :)
...
(I posted the following on my LJ the day it happened...)
Working in the baggage area a couple of days ago I heard the call of 'heavy bag' to warn the unloader to watch out.
"Did I just see you toss that bag up there with one hand and then call 'heavy bag'?" I asked Duffy.
"Yes."
"When you're my age and your shoulder gives out, don't talk to me about it."
Duffy gave me a mischievous grin. "When I'm your age and my shoulder gives out I'll go to Sweden, have them clone me, and get my brain put in the new body!"
Brat. :)
...
Bee1982 responded to the above with:
and the funny thing is he's not joking and he's about the only person I know who could afford it too!
and I replied:
Hee! :) Well, he might be able to afford it, though by then, who knows?
(That makes me recall, though, the way Granny Goose commented, "That's an expensive looking car he drives. I wonder what he did to get that." And I just kind of looked at her, completely unable to tell if she was implying he might have been a drug runner or what... I debated asking her if she thought he was a prostitute. ;))
I suppose the point, though, is that he feels getting to my age will take a looong time, so therefore I must be older than dirt.
...
Eor and I went out with Bee and Dre yesterday evening and played some pool. I thought it was a very pleasant time. :)
...
Today was a very dull Monday, for the most part. The highlight of my day may have been discussing "Music Man" with Jaeger as an cautionary tale about people who try to scare you and those who would restrict your media inputs without knowing whereof they speak. It's really an oddly little subversive musical. I wanted to write a fanfic about Marion the Librarian and how she actually got the old miser to leave all his money to the library, and as I told Jaeger I lay awake most of a night thinking about it, and then decided it would be rather boring, really.
...
(I posted the following on my LJ the day it happened...)
Working in the baggage area a couple of days ago I heard the call of 'heavy bag' to warn the unloader to watch out.
"Did I just see you toss that bag up there with one hand and then call 'heavy bag'?" I asked Duffy.
"Yes."
"When you're my age and your shoulder gives out, don't talk to me about it."
Duffy gave me a mischievous grin. "When I'm your age and my shoulder gives out I'll go to Sweden, have them clone me, and get my brain put in the new body!"
Brat. :)
...
Bee1982 responded to the above with:
and the funny thing is he's not joking and he's about the only person I know who could afford it too!
and I replied:
Hee! :) Well, he might be able to afford it, though by then, who knows?
(That makes me recall, though, the way Granny Goose commented, "That's an expensive looking car he drives. I wonder what he did to get that." And I just kind of looked at her, completely unable to tell if she was implying he might have been a drug runner or what... I debated asking her if she thought he was a prostitute. ;))
I suppose the point, though, is that he feels getting to my age will take a looong time, so therefore I must be older than dirt.
...
Eor and I went out with Bee and Dre yesterday evening and played some pool. I thought it was a very pleasant time. :)
...
Today was a very dull Monday, for the most part. The highlight of my day may have been discussing "Music Man" with Jaeger as an cautionary tale about people who try to scare you and those who would restrict your media inputs without knowing whereof they speak. It's really an oddly little subversive musical. I wanted to write a fanfic about Marion the Librarian and how she actually got the old miser to leave all his money to the library, and as I told Jaeger I lay awake most of a night thinking about it, and then decided it would be rather boring, really.
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