And now for something completely different

Got the Margaret St. Clair anthology in the mail yesterday. Woot! Now I just have to find time to read it.

Have to find time to work. A page a day, that's what I should ask for. Not that asking for anything has ever worked out real well. I only ever got things I didn't really need, regardless of how much I thought I needed them at the time. Gah, why do I have to keep feeding the kids and paying for their education? One of them damn well better turn out not to be shiftless and support me in my old age.

DVR almost under control. Almost. My DVR queue must be some bizarre metaphor for my life, or the state of the interior of my mind, or something. It would be a waste if it didn't have some metaphorical meaning.

Away to the grocery for sprouts and a Barbie. Because nothing says "Happy sixth birthday, little girl," like an unrealistic body image and a sharp decline into sad feminine stereotypes. Whee!!

Farewell to the Doctor

Finally have the last of the David Tennant Doctor Whos on the DVR, so with special programming that's about 10 hours I have left to watch. But I'm having a hard time starting because as long as I haven't watched it yet, nothing changes.

I will say that I caught scenes from the coming season with the 11th Doctor, and it doesn't look like it will suck, but I'm not ready yet.

Of course the S/O remindes me that I was crushed when Christopher Eccleston left and hated David Tennant for roughly an episode and half. So I'm trying to keep an open mind. I think I better stock up on vodka and lime juice though.

I am so pathetic. Sniff.

I hate sundays

Really, the people around me are most useless, unless you count finding ways to be both irresponsible and pointlessly annoying useful in some way.

The end of the Saints regular season was really blah, and reminded me why I don't really care for the football so much.

To call Brit Hume a douchebag would be an insult to douchebags everywhere. Seriously, if there was ever a time for the big Monty Python foot to come down and shut someone up, it would already have come down on the Fox "News" channel so many times that they would never be able to peel themselves up and reinflate.

The fact that these people have not been sealed in a soundproof box and dropped into the deepest depths of the ocean so that no one would ever have to hear another pointless and achingly stupid utterance is proof enough that there IS NO GOD. Unless you're counting the elder gods, because then that would make perfect sense, because they're all into torturing humans and stuff like that. So maybe Fox News and the teabaggers and all their horrendously idotic ilk are actually proof of the existance of the elder gods. All hail Cthulhu!!!

Pah.

New Year

Wow, I have been a terrible blogger. But foolishly I will make a resolution to post everyday as an exercise, since I'm chained to my desk 20 hours out of the day anyway.

Thoughts: the Winter Classic is cool. They should have more outdoor hockey games. People have been bugging me about posting on the Facebook, so I'll add that to the list of things I don't seem to have time to do. And, yes, I said, The Facebook, it's like The Twitter, because old people preface any new technology with a THE.

So, yay, happy new year.

Speaking of Idiots

I would call the administrators of the kids' school Nazis, but the Nazis were organized.

I'll have to console myself with calling them petty little fascists.

Busy, Busy, Busy

Publisher's needed a rewrite -- so that's consuming most of the day. Plus work, plus having to deal with the fact that the 28% of the country that is batshit insane and will just not SHUT UP. Been test driving anti-anxiety medication so that the seams don't actually start to unravel, and giving up on carbs is helping.

10 more chapters to rewrite....

Yow

The earache exploded sometime in the night, and the S/O tells me I woke him up several times, althought I can't quite recall. I get up this morning and half my face was puffy, my ear was swollen shut, I couldn't close my jaw all the way from the swelling, and my submandibular lymphnodes felt like freshly shelled walnuts.

Fast forward through 4.5 hours sitting in a rural emergency room, replete with two "heart attacks" -- one of the "I'm coming, Elizabeth" variety, and another where a couple just looked heartbreakingly frightened, and a woman wearing shoes that were three sizes too big -- it's the little things you notice.

Amazing what a corticosteriod shot and some horse pills will do. It's a few hours later, and I'm feeling almost human again. So I salute you, rural health professionals.

Of course this was a day where I did no work at all, the paying kind or the other kind. It's kind of thrown a spanner into my works. Sigh. I guess I'll just try to make it up tomorrow. I told the S/O I was going to find Karma and kick its ass, to which he replied, "If you're looking for Karma, I think it's busy kicking your ass."

So, note to self: must stop delighting in misfortune of others, even when they really, really, reallly deserve it and make it nearly impossible not to overdose on delicious shaudenfreude. I'm looking at you, Mark Sanford. I'll write a thousand times "I Will Not Think Evil Thoughts" on my imaginary blackboard. I'll try to remember to water the plants before they get crispy.

So, Karma, truce?