Harriet likes to keep an eye on Across the Hall Neighbor. As you an see, she’s got just enough line to crane her neck around the privacy fence.
Month: June 2007
Milton’s Return
Milton has been gone for the past week. It’s been heavenly. No blaring television, no stomping around, no jazz karaoke club, no disco step-aerobics, no dropped free weights, and no buckets of filthy water tossed onto my patio.
The heavenliness ended at about 11:00 last night, when I was awakened to the sound of Milton stomping up and down the hallway stairs. Aieee! That was followed by much galloping around upstairs. I finally got back to sleep, only to be re-awakened at 2:45 ayem by what sounded like someone jumping off a bed or chair. That was followed by more stomping, only this time it sounded like he was actually running around in circles.
Asshelmet!
Freecycle Comedy Gold
“WANTED: Wheel Barrel.”
That is all. As you were, comrades!
In the Sun
I have been a lazy, bad blogger lately. Mea culpa. Between being easily sidetracked and willfully procrastinating, I’ve gotten a whole lot of nothing done. That’s not entirely true, though. I’ve gotten boring stuff done, like laundry and cleaning and putting away the hundreds of CDs that collect and breed around the stereo and computer.
What I should have been doing, though, is rearranging the bedroom and studio. I have to have the rooms swapped around before Monday morning, because the cable person is supposed to come and set up my modem and phone. Wheee! No more AT&T! Before that can happen, though, the computer has to be moved to the other room, because that’s where the phone and cable jacks are near each other. It’s a pain in the ass, but a good one. The current bedroom is actually the larger room, and it would be nice to have that extra space for the studio, instead of wasting it on sleeping.
But, because of the laziness and the procrastination and the gnat-sized attention span, I haven’t really gotten much accomplished moving-wise. Instead, I’ve been downloading and watching episodes of Big Brother UK (no, really) and hunting for new music. I’ve also been swearing at the phone company because my DSL keeps going crashing. Despite my lack of interest in getting things ready for the cable folks, Monday cannot come quickly enough.
There is never enough time to just sit and watch Miss Brown bask in the sun. The weather here has been spectacular the last few days, and Harriet has spent a lot of time outside, enjoying it. The black Lab on the 2nd floor balcony next door has gotten used to her being outside, and now just smiles and wags at her. It’s very sweet and companionable. The white Pit Bull on the 3rd floor balcony still has a snit whenever she sees Harriet, though I’m happy to report that her owner has been paying closer attention, and has been bringing her inside when she gets obnoxious. This makes Harriet happy, because she can go back to being a lazy sun worshiper. And that makes me happy, because I love watching her sunbathe.
Sunday Bloody Sunday
You may have seen this (it’s been around for awhile), but if you haven’t, it’s absolutely brilliant.
LOLGoths and Passive-Aggressive Notes
Goth Macros (yr corrosions, sing them to me). It’s funny, cuz it’s TRUE! Warning: Not necessarily safe for work, and some of them are pretty offensive. [ETA: Now defunct. Alas. But there’s a LOLGoth Tumbler that might be a reasonable facsimile.]
Also, Passive-Aggressive Notes from Roommates, Neighbors, Coworkers and Strangers, a new favorite of mine. I do so love a good passive-aggressive note!
Title of the Day
The Indiana plan for emergency physics in high schools, Indiana Dept. of Public Instruction Committee on High School Physics Instruction in Indiana, 1943.
How, exactly, does emergency physics differ from the normal sort of physics?
Pain in My Ass (continued)
Why does the PO have public, published (on their own website!) phone numbers if they have no intention of ever answering the damned phone? So I guess I’ll have to go stand in the hour-long line again this afternoon, to see if there is any chance of getting my stupid bill back, because lord knows, I couldn’t actually call them. But if I do that, I’m guaranteed to go home and find it sitting in my mailbox.
On the bright side, Pandora is giving me some extra good music to listen to this ayem. Although I cannot comprehend why it thought I’d like to P.I.L. None for me, thanks, but I would like an extra helping of The Birthday Party. Also, Neko Case.
Title of the Day
The consumer’s food-buying habits, European Productivity Agency, 1958. The cover is decorated with five silhouettes of women in June Cleaver dresses, carrying red shopping bags. Because it’s a well known fact that in 1958, men were not allowed to go to the grocery store.
Today’s Act of Unforgivable Flakiness
I drove by the post office this morning, to mail a payment for a bill. So, what did I actually put in the big blue box? The bill itself. Yes, folks, I put an opened bill in the outgoing mailbox. Kill me now!
I did, however, remember to bring my banana this morning, instead of leaving it for the dog to eat. Speaking of which, I found the peel from yesterday’s banana under one of the pillows on the couch. I shoved my hand under the pillow, looking for the remote. Ew.
red paper boat 