featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (Ahem.Squee.)
[livejournal.com profile] triadruid and I are home, shaking the dust of 8 states off our feet. Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] zylch, [livejournal.com profile] popefelix, [livejournal.com profile] ruisseau, and anyone else who kept the dogs fed, the plants watered, and der Fractalhaus from generally burning down while we were gone. Soon, there will be a post-trip post, and also pictures. Now, though, there is a warm bath and a bottle of good tequila calling my name.

(Also, I haven't read lj since early New Year's Eve; did I miss anything important, interesting, or fascinatingly explicit?)
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[livejournal.com profile] triadruid and I are home, shaking the dust of 8 states off our feet. Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] zylch, [livejournal.com profile] popefelix, [livejournal.com profile] ruisseau, and anyone else who kept the dogs fed, the plants watered, and der Fractalhaus from generally burning down while we were gone. Soon, there will be a post-trip post, and also pictures. Now, though, there is a warm bath and a bottle of good tequila calling my name.

(Also, I haven't read lj since early New Year's Eve; did I miss anything important, interesting, or fascinatingly explicit?)
featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (Default)


If you love me, feel free to post this image anywhere you think that people who might be interested in such an event as this might hang out.

Also, love and cherish the beautiful artwork by [livejournal.com profile] archway.

Now, [livejournal.com profile] popefelix better get that website up so we can actually start selling tickets.
featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (Default)


If you love me, feel free to post this image anywhere you think that people who might be interested in such an event as this might hang out.

Also, love and cherish the beautiful artwork by [livejournal.com profile] archway.

Now, [livejournal.com profile] popefelix better get that website up so we can actually start selling tickets.
featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (Default)
...and then, an unexpected return to my youth. *grin*

[livejournal.com profile] triadruid, [livejournal.com profile] matchgirl42, [livejournal.com profile] popefelix, [livejournal.com profile] ruisseau and I went out last night to see Fishnets and Floorshows do the Rocky Horror Picture Show at Screenland. We get in the door, having navigated the question "Are you here for RHPS, or the Bible study?", and are standing around idly (okay, I was gawking at a hot androgynous redhead... all RHPS troupes are apparently by law required to have a hot androgynous redhead, and thank all the gods for that really!).

Then, said H.A.R. is pointing at me. And saying "She's cute, let's ask her." Then, zie's walking over saying, "How many times have you seen this movie?". I fumble around in my brain for a number. "Well, I used to be in a cast in Florida, so, a lot, but it's been a really long time since I've seen the film." Zie says, "Good enough. Our Columbia can't make it tonight, could you be Columbia?" I say... er. And then, I say "Sure, but I can't tap-dance. Do you have a hat?"

And lo, it came to pass that I did not get to sit safely in the audience and yell out rude things at the screen, but instead, got to run around for two hours variously screaming, dancing, and flailing. Apparently, I did all right, (or they're really short of players) because they asked me to come back next week and finish the October run. I'm divided. On the one hand, it's a lot of fun, and I probably wasn't doing anything at midnight next Friday and Saturday. On the other, I have *no* costuming, I still can't tap-dance, and I woke up this morning with glitter in my eye. Hrm.

Anyway, they put on a very funny show. Since I haven't been to a production in manymany years, there's a whole load of new lines that I haven't heard -- you'd be amazed how many Sarah Palin jokes you can fit into the script. If you are in the area and have any interest at all in the Cult of Rocky, I suggest you buy tickets now. The show runs next Friday and Saturday and midnight. Saturday's performance is alleged to be costume night, with some sort of contest.

EDIT: In other news, [livejournal.com profile] triadruid wore PVC pants to the show. I believe the phrase "Hot Damn!" is appropriate.
featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (Default)
...and then, an unexpected return to my youth. *grin*

[livejournal.com profile] triadruid, [livejournal.com profile] matchgirl42, [livejournal.com profile] popefelix, [livejournal.com profile] ruisseau and I went out last night to see Fishnets and Floorshows do the Rocky Horror Picture Show at Screenland. We get in the door, having navigated the question "Are you here for RHPS, or the Bible study?", and are standing around idly (okay, I was gawking at a hot androgynous redhead... all RHPS troupes are apparently by law required to have a hot androgynous redhead, and thank all the gods for that really!).

Then, said H.A.R. is pointing at me. And saying "She's cute, let's ask her." Then, zie's walking over saying, "How many times have you seen this movie?". I fumble around in my brain for a number. "Well, I used to be in a cast in Florida, so, a lot, but it's been a really long time since I've seen the film." Zie says, "Good enough. Our Columbia can't make it tonight, could you be Columbia?" I say... er. And then, I say "Sure, but I can't tap-dance. Do you have a hat?"

And lo, it came to pass that I did not get to sit safely in the audience and yell out rude things at the screen, but instead, got to run around for two hours variously screaming, dancing, and flailing. Apparently, I did all right, (or they're really short of players) because they asked me to come back next week and finish the October run. I'm divided. On the one hand, it's a lot of fun, and I probably wasn't doing anything at midnight next Friday and Saturday. On the other, I have *no* costuming, I still can't tap-dance, and I woke up this morning with glitter in my eye. Hrm.

Anyway, they put on a very funny show. Since I haven't been to a production in manymany years, there's a whole load of new lines that I haven't heard -- you'd be amazed how many Sarah Palin jokes you can fit into the script. If you are in the area and have any interest at all in the Cult of Rocky, I suggest you buy tickets now. The show runs next Friday and Saturday and midnight. Saturday's performance is alleged to be costume night, with some sort of contest.

EDIT: In other news, [livejournal.com profile] triadruid wore PVC pants to the show. I believe the phrase "Hot Damn!" is appropriate.
featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (Default)
This weekend kicked a lot of ass. Some of it was mine. *grin*
How I spent my Summer Vacation... er... Weekend. )

Also, somewhere in there, I had the first root beer float I've had in over a year. Somewhere in there, I spent a lot of time in bed, mostly with company. Somewhere in there, I cooked a meal and made oatmeal cookies. I'm liking this weekend-with-few-commitments thing. I'm going to try to do some more of it. Like next weekend, maybe.
featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (Default)
This weekend kicked a lot of ass. Some of it was mine. *grin*
How I spent my Summer Vacation... er... Weekend. )

Also, somewhere in there, I had the first root beer float I've had in over a year. Somewhere in there, I spent a lot of time in bed, mostly with company. Somewhere in there, I cooked a meal and made oatmeal cookies. I'm liking this weekend-with-few-commitments thing. I'm going to try to do some more of it. Like next weekend, maybe.
featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (Default)
I got my air purifier about two days ago. Set it up next to the bed, which drops the sexiness of my bedroom setup significantly. On the other hand, I can now breathe, and I have pretty much stopped coughing, so I've stopped losing sexy points based on snot and hacking. I'm calling it good. The air purifier is not the Tesla Roadster of air purifiers, but it might be the Infiniti G Coupe. It has a remote control, which is necessary to switch between several different operating modes. There is an owner's manual which is not as large as the one for my car, but larger than the one on the last audio equipment I bought. It has an automatic mode, in which it senses concentration of crap in the air and responds. Like most people probably would be, I said "Yeah right" about this. But lo, if you stand next to the machine while it's on auto and fart, it spins up to a higher mode. Little things impress me.

In other news, I still have no test results. I do, however, have an appointment with my doctor on Friday. Perhaps by then, they will have resolved the records problem. Or, you know, not. Since my initial episode, I've had about three more, though none were nearly as severe as the first one. I have some remaining concern about whether I'm having small strokes, or perhaps a brain tumor, or something similarly awful that will either kill me soon or render me some sort of vegetable. I'm particularly concerned about the vegetable part. [livejournal.com profile] triadruid offered to take me in to have "DNR" tattooed on my chest, if it would make me feel better about things. Which, of course, it bloody well would.

Other than that, I'm just freaking busy all the time. I get to go to Nebraska next week, woo hoo. Actually, I am pretty excited about that. I've never been to Nebraska, so I get to mark it off the list of states I've never been to. And, if that weren't enough, the Omaha zoo has the world's largest indoor swamp. I absolutely must see that. Strangely, though, it's not generating much interest in my traveling companions.
featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (Default)
I got my air purifier about two days ago. Set it up next to the bed, which drops the sexiness of my bedroom setup significantly. On the other hand, I can now breathe, and I have pretty much stopped coughing, so I've stopped losing sexy points based on snot and hacking. I'm calling it good. The air purifier is not the Tesla Roadster of air purifiers, but it might be the Infiniti G Coupe. It has a remote control, which is necessary to switch between several different operating modes. There is an owner's manual which is not as large as the one for my car, but larger than the one on the last audio equipment I bought. It has an automatic mode, in which it senses concentration of crap in the air and responds. Like most people probably would be, I said "Yeah right" about this. But lo, if you stand next to the machine while it's on auto and fart, it spins up to a higher mode. Little things impress me.

In other news, I still have no test results. I do, however, have an appointment with my doctor on Friday. Perhaps by then, they will have resolved the records problem. Or, you know, not. Since my initial episode, I've had about three more, though none were nearly as severe as the first one. I have some remaining concern about whether I'm having small strokes, or perhaps a brain tumor, or something similarly awful that will either kill me soon or render me some sort of vegetable. I'm particularly concerned about the vegetable part. [livejournal.com profile] triadruid offered to take me in to have "DNR" tattooed on my chest, if it would make me feel better about things. Which, of course, it bloody well would.

Other than that, I'm just freaking busy all the time. I get to go to Nebraska next week, woo hoo. Actually, I am pretty excited about that. I've never been to Nebraska, so I get to mark it off the list of states I've never been to. And, if that weren't enough, the Omaha zoo has the world's largest indoor swamp. I absolutely must see that. Strangely, though, it's not generating much interest in my traveling companions.
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So, yesterday, [livejournal.com profile] triadruid and I were partaking of a late night Applebees dinner (because it's Kansas. If it's after 9 p.m., you pretty much have Applebees or Denny's), when I had some sort of neurological event.

I'd had a headache for a while, which was not alarming particularly, because I've also had sinus problems for the last lifetime, and I figured that was what that was about. When we got to the restaurant, I noticed that I was having a hard time reading the menu. I attributed that to the fact that the overhead light in our booth was out, but there was a street-light right outside the window that was all orange sodium and obnoxious. I assumed the halos and whatnot were artifacts of glare. But then, I started to fail at speaking. If you know me, you know I'm pretty good with words, so when I was consistently unable to pull up the word to describe a thing, and began to use the wrong small words, and slur my speaking, I was sort of alarmed. Then, pieces of my right side began to go numb.

At that point, [livejournal.com profile] triadruid, who had been trying to keep my brain engaged as I was fumbling, offered to take me in for medical attention. We spent ten minutes short of five hours in the Emergency Room. I had bloodwork and a CAT scan, all of which came back normal. So I really don't know what happened. By the time I had been in the waiting room about an hour, I was able to do all of the word puzzles in the newspaper without difficulty. I seem to be fine today.

The whole episode was very bizarre and I hope not to repeat it any time soon.
featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (Default)
So, yesterday, [livejournal.com profile] triadruid and I were partaking of a late night Applebees dinner (because it's Kansas. If it's after 9 p.m., you pretty much have Applebees or Denny's), when I had some sort of neurological event.

I'd had a headache for a while, which was not alarming particularly, because I've also had sinus problems for the last lifetime, and I figured that was what that was about. When we got to the restaurant, I noticed that I was having a hard time reading the menu. I attributed that to the fact that the overhead light in our booth was out, but there was a street-light right outside the window that was all orange sodium and obnoxious. I assumed the halos and whatnot were artifacts of glare. But then, I started to fail at speaking. If you know me, you know I'm pretty good with words, so when I was consistently unable to pull up the word to describe a thing, and began to use the wrong small words, and slur my speaking, I was sort of alarmed. Then, pieces of my right side began to go numb.

At that point, [livejournal.com profile] triadruid, who had been trying to keep my brain engaged as I was fumbling, offered to take me in for medical attention. We spent ten minutes short of five hours in the Emergency Room. I had bloodwork and a CAT scan, all of which came back normal. So I really don't know what happened. By the time I had been in the waiting room about an hour, I was able to do all of the word puzzles in the newspaper without difficulty. I seem to be fine today.

The whole episode was very bizarre and I hope not to repeat it any time soon.
featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (Default)
Dragged out to see Sweeney Todd last night with [livejournal.com profile] adammaker, and had an effing blast. [livejournal.com profile] jackbabalon23 called the film 120 minutes of Sondheim and Gomorrah, which is accurate, and I can't come up with a better descriptor than that, so I'm stealing his. I promised [livejournal.com profile] orcjohn I'd tell him how the film was, so here I am, telling him how the film was: It was mostly brilliant, and extremely funny. We laughed at all the wrong parts, which are, of course, all the right parts. There's a bit in the beginning where they do a Mr. Toad's Wild Ride style shot, moving through London, narrowly avoiding any number of disastrous collisions, and it's just about worth the price of admission by itself.

I was a little worried about whether or not Johnny Depp could, you know, sing at all, but I hear he had lessons, and he acquitted himself reasonably well. Well enough for Sondheim, anyway, and where he falters, it's just as much a product of Todd's accent as anything else. Sacha Baron Cohen is a wildly funny Pirelli (again, quality of singing not so important for the role -- it's comedy, for the gods' sake). Toby is, for some reason, about 8 years old, which is a better fit in some ways than the sort of 14-16 that I think you usually get, although it did make the end much creepier than it might have been. The boy playing Toby is perhaps the best vocalist of the film, although the boy playing Anthony is a close second. Also, the boy playing Anthony is extremely pretty, and I enjoy seeing extremely pretty boys getting roughed up a bit. I consider this to be a failing in my character, and I'm sure you will too, unless you're a pretty boy who likes to be roughed up a bit, in which case you should talk to me after the show. ANYWAY.... Helena Bonham Carter is superb, but I wasn't expecting any less. The clash between her single-minded motivation and Depp's single-minded motivation is brilliantly played in facial expression and inflection, so that was a lot of fun to watch. It doesn't hurt that she has a lovely voice, and two of my favorite songs in the show. Rickman, we don't get enough of, which was the one noticeable failure of this production. Turpin's creepy behavior towards Joanna is limited to spying and the harassment necessary to move the story along; you don't get to see much of his internal struggle or his wretched proposal to her, which are some of his best bits, in my opinion. Alan Rickman, not creepy enough. Oh, well. Joanna, meh. She has almost no character to begin with, and a lot of the little she had got cut from the film. This is just as well, as I had no desire to hear her sing any more often than was strictly necessary, and she looks just enough like a grey alien to be unnerving. ANYWAY AGAIN... Overall, two thumbs up (one severed and in a pie).

Following the show, we went to Hooters (no respecter of holy days, Hooters) and had some solid food that almost certainly wasn't people. [livejournal.com profile] adammaker regaled us with alchemical research and meat pie recipes. At one point, [livejournal.com profile] kittenpants left the restaurant to take a phone call, and got locked out. Comical hijinks ensued. Also, we discovered that we'd apparently all slept with [livejournal.com profile] adammaker, at least according to popular theory. It's nice of people to tell me these things, because I'm almost never aware of them. I'd hope that if I slept with [livejournal.com profile] adammaker, I'd at least remember it, because it seems like it would be fun. FURTHER ADVENTURES OF ANYWAY...

So that was my Christmas day, how was yours?
featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (Default)
Dragged out to see Sweeney Todd last night with [livejournal.com profile] adammaker, and had an effing blast. [livejournal.com profile] jackbabalon23 called the film 120 minutes of Sondheim and Gomorrah, which is accurate, and I can't come up with a better descriptor than that, so I'm stealing his. I promised [livejournal.com profile] orcjohn I'd tell him how the film was, so here I am, telling him how the film was: It was mostly brilliant, and extremely funny. We laughed at all the wrong parts, which are, of course, all the right parts. There's a bit in the beginning where they do a Mr. Toad's Wild Ride style shot, moving through London, narrowly avoiding any number of disastrous collisions, and it's just about worth the price of admission by itself.

I was a little worried about whether or not Johnny Depp could, you know, sing at all, but I hear he had lessons, and he acquitted himself reasonably well. Well enough for Sondheim, anyway, and where he falters, it's just as much a product of Todd's accent as anything else. Sacha Baron Cohen is a wildly funny Pirelli (again, quality of singing not so important for the role -- it's comedy, for the gods' sake). Toby is, for some reason, about 8 years old, which is a better fit in some ways than the sort of 14-16 that I think you usually get, although it did make the end much creepier than it might have been. The boy playing Toby is perhaps the best vocalist of the film, although the boy playing Anthony is a close second. Also, the boy playing Anthony is extremely pretty, and I enjoy seeing extremely pretty boys getting roughed up a bit. I consider this to be a failing in my character, and I'm sure you will too, unless you're a pretty boy who likes to be roughed up a bit, in which case you should talk to me after the show. ANYWAY.... Helena Bonham Carter is superb, but I wasn't expecting any less. The clash between her single-minded motivation and Depp's single-minded motivation is brilliantly played in facial expression and inflection, so that was a lot of fun to watch. It doesn't hurt that she has a lovely voice, and two of my favorite songs in the show. Rickman, we don't get enough of, which was the one noticeable failure of this production. Turpin's creepy behavior towards Joanna is limited to spying and the harassment necessary to move the story along; you don't get to see much of his internal struggle or his wretched proposal to her, which are some of his best bits, in my opinion. Alan Rickman, not creepy enough. Oh, well. Joanna, meh. She has almost no character to begin with, and a lot of the little she had got cut from the film. This is just as well, as I had no desire to hear her sing any more often than was strictly necessary, and she looks just enough like a grey alien to be unnerving. ANYWAY AGAIN... Overall, two thumbs up (one severed and in a pie).

Following the show, we went to Hooters (no respecter of holy days, Hooters) and had some solid food that almost certainly wasn't people. [livejournal.com profile] adammaker regaled us with alchemical research and meat pie recipes. At one point, [livejournal.com profile] kittenpants left the restaurant to take a phone call, and got locked out. Comical hijinks ensued. Also, we discovered that we'd apparently all slept with [livejournal.com profile] adammaker, at least according to popular theory. It's nice of people to tell me these things, because I'm almost never aware of them. I'd hope that if I slept with [livejournal.com profile] adammaker, I'd at least remember it, because it seems like it would be fun. FURTHER ADVENTURES OF ANYWAY...

So that was my Christmas day, how was yours?
featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (did you have fun?)
[livejournal.com profile] kittenpants was out for the weekend, so [livejournal.com profile] triadruid and I (almost) finished up the holiday shopping while she was gone. I learned a thing about [livejournal.com profile] triadruid, which is that he has a certain number of steps alloted to him for each day, and at the end of that magical number of steps, he turns off his filters. Then, he's wandering idly through, say, the mall, going "Yugoloth. Megaloth! ULTRALOTH!!" and suchlike. Why not? Also, we haven't been in a mall in so long that being in the mall was like being in another world altogether from the one we know. I think this happens every time we go shopping, and I just forget. It's not precisely alienation, just a sense of being an ethnologist studying a tribe practically unknown by your own tribe.

Also, [livejournal.com profile] kittenpants is back now, and we should get to actually spend some time with her after she turns in her Greek final tomorrow. Wish her smooth translations, will ya?

The schedule for this week looks pretty nice, actually. Tonight, finish up Arts and Crafts Time (we're making some clever little things for some people...), tomorrow is Ballapalooza ([livejournal.com profile] zylch and an unknown cast of others are coming over to make booze balls and cookies in our kitchen), Thursday is Date Night (I have some inkling that we might go see The Golden Compass, and Friday we're gaming (there's this thing with this entire village full of werewolves....). That's a whole week in which none of the words are 'meeting'. I'm excited. Are you excited?
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[livejournal.com profile] kittenpants was out for the weekend, so [livejournal.com profile] triadruid and I (almost) finished up the holiday shopping while she was gone. I learned a thing about [livejournal.com profile] triadruid, which is that he has a certain number of steps alloted to him for each day, and at the end of that magical number of steps, he turns off his filters. Then, he's wandering idly through, say, the mall, going "Yugoloth. Megaloth! ULTRALOTH!!" and suchlike. Why not? Also, we haven't been in a mall in so long that being in the mall was like being in another world altogether from the one we know. I think this happens every time we go shopping, and I just forget. It's not precisely alienation, just a sense of being an ethnologist studying a tribe practically unknown by your own tribe.

Also, [livejournal.com profile] kittenpants is back now, and we should get to actually spend some time with her after she turns in her Greek final tomorrow. Wish her smooth translations, will ya?

The schedule for this week looks pretty nice, actually. Tonight, finish up Arts and Crafts Time (we're making some clever little things for some people...), tomorrow is Ballapalooza ([livejournal.com profile] zylch and an unknown cast of others are coming over to make booze balls and cookies in our kitchen), Thursday is Date Night (I have some inkling that we might go see The Golden Compass, and Friday we're gaming (there's this thing with this entire village full of werewolves....). That's a whole week in which none of the words are 'meeting'. I'm excited. Are you excited?
featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (giant squid)
First off, I have re-done my entire livejournal in giant squid. No reason, I just like giant squid. I thought you should know.

Second, when we got home last night, [livejournal.com profile] triadruid and I discovered that the toilet in the downstairs bathroom had overflowethed its cup, and the entire bathroom was in standing water. Luckily, [livejournal.com profile] zylch, who was there for birthday celebrations, captained a recovery effort that was both very effective and mildly disgusting. A dehumidifier was purchased, and the toilet was stopped from running by the method of turning off the water to the tank, so the immediate crisis has been overcome. I'm thinking of tearing the toilet and sink cabinet out of that bathroom and converting it to a closet. [livejournal.com profile] zylch was also instrumental in the planning of that project, so that I feel like it might be doable, if she and [livejournal.com profile] diermuid (the other master of toilets in our acquaintance) would assist.

Having solved the toilet problem to the best of our ability, we washed up and went out for sushi, which seemed like the only logical response. The sushi was good enough to largely make up for the horror of the previous hour, so all was well.

Then, [livejournal.com profile] kittenpants, [livejournal.com profile] triadruid and I went to MicroCenter, so that she could buy him a birthday present and both of us early Yule gifts. Unfortunately, we had taken so long at the toilet problem and the sushi that we really didn't have time to dig into anything. I, being a simple creature and easily distracted by shiny gadgetry, got an iPod. [livejournal.com profile] triadruid's gifts are still under consideration. I'm lobbying for him to upgrade his PC.

And then! When we got home, I went to download iTunes so that I could use that shiny new iPod, and discovered that technology has moved on and left me behind. Any version of iTunes new enough to work with the iPod that I got is also new enough that it will not install on my Windows 2000 box. It checks the operating system before installing, and then shuts down. I can get iTunes 7.3.2 for the 2000 box, but the iPod wants at least 7.4. I'm hoping one of you clever individuals knows a way around this problem, because I'm not keen on installing an OS that I don't want just so I can use the toy that I do want. [livejournal.com profile] kittenpants has the proper iTunes installed on her XP laptop, but was of the opinion that I wouldn't be able to just use that because the program was keyed to work with only one iPod. I don't know if that's true, having never messed with any of this Apple stuff, and didn't have time to test it last night, so input on that is welcomed also.
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First off, I have re-done my entire livejournal in giant squid. No reason, I just like giant squid. I thought you should know.

Second, when we got home last night, [livejournal.com profile] triadruid and I discovered that the toilet in the downstairs bathroom had overflowethed its cup, and the entire bathroom was in standing water. Luckily, [livejournal.com profile] zylch, who was there for birthday celebrations, captained a recovery effort that was both very effective and mildly disgusting. A dehumidifier was purchased, and the toilet was stopped from running by the method of turning off the water to the tank, so the immediate crisis has been overcome. I'm thinking of tearing the toilet and sink cabinet out of that bathroom and converting it to a closet. [livejournal.com profile] zylch was also instrumental in the planning of that project, so that I feel like it might be doable, if she and [livejournal.com profile] diermuid (the other master of toilets in our acquaintance) would assist.

Having solved the toilet problem to the best of our ability, we washed up and went out for sushi, which seemed like the only logical response. The sushi was good enough to largely make up for the horror of the previous hour, so all was well.

Then, [livejournal.com profile] kittenpants, [livejournal.com profile] triadruid and I went to MicroCenter, so that she could buy him a birthday present and both of us early Yule gifts. Unfortunately, we had taken so long at the toilet problem and the sushi that we really didn't have time to dig into anything. I, being a simple creature and easily distracted by shiny gadgetry, got an iPod. [livejournal.com profile] triadruid's gifts are still under consideration. I'm lobbying for him to upgrade his PC.

And then! When we got home, I went to download iTunes so that I could use that shiny new iPod, and discovered that technology has moved on and left me behind. Any version of iTunes new enough to work with the iPod that I got is also new enough that it will not install on my Windows 2000 box. It checks the operating system before installing, and then shuts down. I can get iTunes 7.3.2 for the 2000 box, but the iPod wants at least 7.4. I'm hoping one of you clever individuals knows a way around this problem, because I'm not keen on installing an OS that I don't want just so I can use the toy that I do want. [livejournal.com profile] kittenpants has the proper iTunes installed on her XP laptop, but was of the opinion that I wouldn't be able to just use that because the program was keyed to work with only one iPod. I don't know if that's true, having never messed with any of this Apple stuff, and didn't have time to test it last night, so input on that is welcomed also.
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My green hair is gone, alas. This was accomplished through no fault of my hair stylist's. Big drama at the hair salon about multi-stage processing and hours of work and how dare I put temporary color on and whether they would take liability for the condition of my hair and so on. Feh. I can do color at home in half the time and for 1/20th of the cost, and I already have liability for my hair. So I did. I'm back to something approximating my usual red now. I did manage to actually have my hair cut at the salon, which was nice. Apparently, I simply do not get along well with long hair.

Last night, we went to the movies and saw American Gangster. I wish more mob films were multi-cultural. It's way easier to tell the characters apart that way.

I'm 700-some words into the NaNoWriMo story. At this rate, I am informed that I will reach my 50000 word goal by the end of next November. I'll try to hack some more on it later (and hack is the word for it, oh yes).

LJ-Balderdash will get posted some time later today. Iffn ya wanna enter, you still have time.

EDIT: In other news, [livejournal.com profile] lolhistory is really, really funny today.
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My green hair is gone, alas. This was accomplished through no fault of my hair stylist's. Big drama at the hair salon about multi-stage processing and hours of work and how dare I put temporary color on and whether they would take liability for the condition of my hair and so on. Feh. I can do color at home in half the time and for 1/20th of the cost, and I already have liability for my hair. So I did. I'm back to something approximating my usual red now. I did manage to actually have my hair cut at the salon, which was nice. Apparently, I simply do not get along well with long hair.

Last night, we went to the movies and saw American Gangster. I wish more mob films were multi-cultural. It's way easier to tell the characters apart that way.

I'm 700-some words into the NaNoWriMo story. At this rate, I am informed that I will reach my 50000 word goal by the end of next November. I'll try to hack some more on it later (and hack is the word for it, oh yes).

LJ-Balderdash will get posted some time later today. Iffn ya wanna enter, you still have time.

EDIT: In other news, [livejournal.com profile] lolhistory is really, really funny today.

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