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from the eye-are-see

05 Oct

because it made me laugh:

-:- russur is now known as CrocHunte
-:- CrocHunte is now known as CrocHuntr
[CrocHuntr] A droo can smell a new female from 2 windows a way
[absinthe] hi droo =)
[CrocHuntr] let’s watch as he approaches kim
[Jugernaut] comment on my jobs’ RIP post: can I have flash now?
* Jugernaut/#fatkids dies
[wd] I’m actually excited about steven sinofsky
[absinthe] i don’t care if mike likes it in his butt
[wd] over here at msft
[Jugernaut] russur I just got home from work
[CrocHuntr] CRIKEY
[CrocHuntr] he’s noticed me
[absinthe] haha
[CrocHuntr] and broken off engagement with the lady
[CrocHuntr] at this point
[CrocHuntr] he’ll most likely move to another window
[CrocHuntr] or dalnet
[absinthe] you’re killing me =)
-:- wd is now known as mantaray
-:- CrocHuntr was kicked off #fatkids by mantaray (owned)
-:- mantaray is now known as wd

 
 

Infested!

24 Sep

Strange and interesting things have been happening around here. I’m harboring a parasite that will eventually burst forth out of my body in a painful and bloody manner.


No, it’s not an alien chestburster.


It’s a human pelvicburster. The best part is that we wanted this to happen to me. Sooooo, I guess I’ll just have to put up with the alien entity inside of my body for a while. It’s very exciting and terrifying. Maybe I’ll be able to convince my husband to decorate for the holidays when we have a little monster running around. =x

 
 

Worn Out

10 Aug

I’m worn out. My husband is worn out. It’s been a very busy summer. Oy.  I’m looking forward to not having anymore mandatory call-out days for work. I’ve had to work all of them, but I suspected that would be the case for me.  I’m just not lucky. I know some people that haven’t had to work any.  I’m jealous.  Still, I’m happy for them that they don’t have to work their days off.

The growing season is almost over here, and that makes me a little bit sad.  I was looking at my garden and having happy thoughts about the pretty things in it when a cool cold breeze gave me the goosebumps.  It’s not that far off now that we’ll be getting super cold temperatures and snow.  I just planted some purple coneflowers today, and I hope they have enough time to get well-rooted to survive -40ish temps this winter.  *crossed fingers*

I’m thinking about making a terrarium or for an indoor project this winter.  Timber Press has a book that I’m thinking about getting to help me get started. It would be fun to do, and I can make it as beachy/summery as I want. I don’t see a downside. Newp.  Maybe I can even get my friend Paul at The Texas Triffid Ranch to give me some advice on carnivorous plants for a terrarium.  It makes me giddy just to think about having a project in the winter.

 

Blocked. Have a picture.

24 Jul

basking in the sun

Ringo basking in the sun

 
 

Weekly Photo Challenge: Sky

01 Jul

Stormy Sky

 
 

Boiled

01 Jul

I am not known for being particularly graceful, especially if I am around potentionally dangerous objects. Needless to say (but I’ll say it anyway), I am a hazard in the kitchen. Or maybe the kitchen is the hazard to me. Whichever.

I was making spaghetti on June 20 and managed to dump the boiling water and pasta down my right leg. I think I had a little bit of a delayed reaction to it, too. So when I finally stopped pouring it on myself, I had to start stripping in the kitchen because my pants were hot, too. It was a little bit embarrassing. I got my husband to come out of the garage and finish draining the pasta while I applied ice to my cooked thigh. The burn blistered. It cracked. It bled. Sometimes it still bleeds, but it’s healing. It’s still really gross looking, though. And it still hurts.

Things like this seem to run in the family. A family member I won’t name managed to seriously cut her finger while she was carving a pumpkin. I don’t mean she needed stitches. I mean she needed surgery because she severed the tendons. And that didn’t even seem all that unusual, given the disasters that some of us seem to fall into.

 
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Annoyatron

18 Jun
No, this isn’t about the fun toy from ThinkGeek. It’s about me performing similar functions.
See, I have this problem with stupid crap in movies/tv/etc. It bugs me to no end. So if there is something completely stupid in a movie, I not only point it out to other people, but I think about it every time I watch that movie…or every time I watch episodes of a show that had something ridiculously stupid in it.
My husband and I just started watching SGU on Netflix. No, neither of us had watched it before. Soooo there’s a couple of scenes in episode 2 (I think it’s episode 2) that just drive me batshit.
[and scene:]
Middle-aged male character sustains some bruising in a traumatic de-gating. He cluthces his chest and grimaces dramatically.
“My pills…”
Young, pretty girl helps him get a pill bottle out of his jacket pocket.
He pops one.
Now he’s all better.
[now I interject into scene--as a medical professional, I think he's probably popped a sublingual nitro tab that many people use to help ease chest pain. ok. cool. no prob.
skip to later scene:]

Same middle-aged man. Red-faced and yelling. Cuts off mid-yell to dramatically grimace again and clutch his chest.
“Where are my pills!”
*plop* Middle-aged man passes out face down on the floor.
Enter medic that lifts up middle-aged man’s shirt. Note: Large amount of dark purple bruising on ribs!
Medic looks to young, pretty girl, “I heard him say something about pills. What was he taking?”
[I think to myself, nitro!]
Young, pretty girl says, “Warfarin. They’re for his heart.”
[uhhhh....]
Medic says, “Oh he can’t take that, it’s a blood thinner. It will make him bleed internally.”
[end scene]
At this point, I’m annoying my husband. He wants me to shut up so he can hear the tv. I can’t contain myself, so I text a friend. She tells me to stop watching SGU. Urgh!
So that’s not how you take warfarin. I can’t even remember if the medic actually said that it was a blood thinner, or it was something I thought in my head. You don’t pop a warfarin when you have chest pain. It doesn’t even help with chest pain. And you certainly don’t just pop warfarin whenever you want to, even if you have a prescription for it. I won’t go into all of the details, but dang. You’d think they could’ve managed to not put something that stupid in a show.
But maybe not that many medical types watch stargate shows. Or maybe nobody gave a shit. But I do. I give a shit, and it really makes me nuts.
I suppose it’s a good thing I’m not all astrophysicist/rocket-scientist type or I probably wouldn’t be able to watch shows like this at all. =x
 

Game of Thrones

15 Jun

My parents are both readers which naturally led me to be a reader myself. I always have to have a book to read or I get restless and unhappy. This isn’t to say that I don’t get restless and unhappy sometimes anyway, but I will definitely be that way if I don’t have one.

My mother bought me the first book in George R. R. Martin’s A Song of Ice and Fire back in the ’90s. I was surprised, and I had never heard of this author, but I jumped right in because that’s how I roll. I instantly fell in love with it and have read all of the books published so far in the series. The character development is superb, and it is detailed without getting bogged down in details like some fantasy authors whose names won’t be mentioned. However, I also discovered quickly that Martin is a little bit sadistic…which I like. I don’t mean that in a pervy way. He will make you fall in love with a character and then, oops, he’s dead. The first time that happened, I couldn’t believe it. I thought, “Okay, this must be some kind of trick. Nobody kills off a main character like that. THE main character, IMO. It just doesn’t happen.” Well, yes it does, and he does it. A lot. Every time it happened, I’d complain to my mother for letting me read this stuff. Secretly, I loved it. It wasn’t predictable. It seems like most of the time in books or movies you know that the hero–the character you love and are rooting for–will always live. No matter how much trouble he gets into, you know that it will all come out all right, so even if you’re a little nervous for him and even if he’s getting his ass handed to him on a rusty platter with possibly a spork stuck in his liver, he is going to be OK. He’s going to win. That tempers your nerves a bit. When I read these books, I had no idea if my hero was going to come out okay or not. Just like real life, the hero can die. He can die just as unceremoniously as nameless extras. And THAT keeps my nerves on edge and makes me happy in my secret heart.

The Iron Throne

So HBO has a show for it now. And now viewers that haven’t read the books are learning about the easy death of our heroes. Apparently some people are really pissed about it. Just like I was when I read the books. It made me sad all over again, and of course I’m reading the books again because I realize how much I’ve forgotten (and it’s nice to visit my old friends like Jon Snow). I find this story exciting, and it’s written in a way that I can totally immerse myself in the story. It’s great to see all of these characters running around on-screen, and I think it was cast very well. Peter Dinklage is perfect as Tyrion as far as I’m concerned–even if he doesn’t look exactly like how he’s described in the book.

I keep trying to get my husband to read the books, and I’ve even offered to read to him. As great as the show is, there are a few differences from the story (of course), and so many of the wonderful details are missing (of course). I want him to know exactly why I love Tyrion Lannister so much or hope to someday have a daughter that is as clever and resourceful as Arya Stark. I want him to know why I hold Danaerys Targaryen in such high regard and why I can forgive Jamie Lannister even though he does such terrible things. I want him to know why I think Jon Snow is almost as cool as Roland Deschain of Gilead (the Gunslinger from the Dark Tower series by S. King).

 

…Of course, he may already have had enough of knowing why I like them so much because I keep babbling at him about it. He’s also read the Westeros wiki or some such, so he’s pretty much got the Cliffs Notes version of it. Pfft.

 

Dirty Hands

07 Jun

I wrote a post about gardening and bottling beautiful days. Then I lost it. I don’t feel like retyping it, and it wasn’t that thrilling of a post anyway.

On the other hand, at least this is one of my days off. That always makes life better.

 
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Weekly Photo Challenge: Water

31 May
Earthquake Lake in Montana

Earthquake Lake in Montana

A small spring in Yellowstone

A small spring in Yellowstone