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| January was a strange month -- but then, it is every year. I don't know what it is about January that makes it feel about a thousand years long. Objectively it's been, what, six weeks since New Year's? If that? But it feels as though months have gone by since then. Maybe it's that from around Thanksgiving until New Year's it's a non-stop string of social obligations, family functions, holidays, shopping, and to-do lists; the office is half-empty on any given day and everyone's too busy making it through the holidays to really have time for anything else. January's another beast entirely. It's back to normal, back to the day-to-day routine of full work-weeks and bills, and the knowledge that the cold isn't really going anywhere anytime soon.
February's kicking off all right so far, though I'm ready in a serious way for spring. I've got my roommate's birthday this week, then Lotus at the 9:30 Club Friday and Saturday, which I'm hella excited for. I'm actually going to get a decent tax return for the first time in three years, and I'm going to use part of that money when it comes in later in the month to buy a tent. A fucking tent, which is something that I had never really happened to think of owning, but I'm going to get one. There really is a first time for everything, including my going camping later this summer. True, it's festival camping, so it's a kind of different beast that regular camping, but still. Me in a tent for a couple days. How weird is that? | |
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| Oh, Olympics. I can't stop watching you. I love you so. | |
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| My dear sweet and fluffy lord. I'm so terribly over this damn transcription project, and I've still got another half-hour to go after this. At which point I'll be using my "down time" at work to start looking for a new job. There's -- no possible way for this to be anything other than dead end. There's no room to advance, and I mean that literally. There are four positions on this contract that they're taken. So, there's nowhere to go from here, and I don't like what I'm doing, so that's stupid and I'm over it.
On a side note, I can't wait to see the Sherlock Holmes movie. I know, I know -- it may or may not be a thing of madness from which we'll never recover as a people, or it may be so shiny that I'm blinded by its glory, who's to say. But it's shiny from here so it's at least got that going for it, and I need to check it out for myself.
Okay. Back to the transcription. Oh, be still my beating heart. | |
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| This year's NaNo attempt is really starting to finalize up as an idea in my mind (about time, since, you know, it's NEARLY NOVEMBER AND ALL). This year I won't be going out of town directly after the start of it, so that's a good thing, right there. Being in San Francisco for my Wondertwin's birthday last year was awesome, but at the same time missing six days at the beginning kind of made it impossible to get back into the swing of it, for me.
Here's hoping this year will the be year I actually, finally get my act together and finish this thing. I'm thinking that, once I get my laptop back from the laptop doctor (it got drunk and decided not to work anymore -- no, really. My laptop had a little too much red wine to drink and took an extended nap) I might go to one of the meet-ups here in DC. I've never done that before, and I'm thinking it could be fun. | |
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| So -- question. In the Made for TV movie of this political season, who's going to play the part of Joe the Plumber? | |
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| MEME:
* Grab the nearest book.
* Open the book to page 56.
* Find the fifth sentence.
* Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.
* Don't dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST.
Boethius, Consolation of Philosophy:
"They dig the earth in search of the good which soar above the star-filled heavens." | |
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| "The Big Read reckons that the average adult has only read 6 of the top 100 books they've printed."
1) Look at the list and bold those you have read.
2) Italicize those you intend to read.
3) Underline the books you LOVE.
4) Reprint this list in your own LJ so we can try and track down these people who've read 6 and force books upon them ;-)
5) Asterisk those you ownWith an undergrad in English, I've hit a lot of these. ( BOOKS HERE ) | |
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OH MY GOD!!!11!!!1elventy-fucking-one!!!1!!1!!!1!
I saw NKOTB last night in concert with my ladies. IT WAS AMAZING. I did not expect it, in any way shape or form, to be as FUCKING AWESOME as it was. HOLY BALLS, it was the BEST THING EVER.
And yes, I don't care how skeevy or sleazy or newly divorced and desperate Donnie Walhberg is, I would still fucking hit that like the fist of an angry, smiting god.
It was -- it was everything my eight year old self who loved them more than breath could have dreamed. | |
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| Working from my couch today. I've got my leg up on some pillows and and going to hunt down some ice to put on it again. I fell leaving my office yesterday. It was pretty special. I stepped wrong and my left ankle buckled and twisted (but is overall fine, just a little sore today) and then fell the last four steps on my right leg, which is swollen not on the ankle, but above it, where I banged hell out of it on the steps on the way down. It was bad last night, but not as bad today so hopefully it's not going to be too bad a problem.
So I'm sitting here, Danika's on her laptop looking up stuff, and we're randomly watching CMT. Because, dammit, they actually play *videos* still.
So, I'll be here, and am intending to finish my fic and then maybe nap later. My email's empty on this, the first day of the government fiscal year, so I don't really have much to do.
Love to the flist | |
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