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- Patty!
- It's 9:27am and I've already written a freelance article about careers in the arts for people with disabilities and a voice over script for a TV commercial. I have two more freelance pieces to do today as well. Meanwhile, about to head into the office, where I will actually be making a bunch of calls to follow up on things for my other job. Congratulations if you can keep track.
- So many interesting discussions going around the web on The Making of Me which I still need to download and watch all of, as all I've really seen is the hilarious bickering in the car thing that people keep sending me for like five different reasons (Yes, John and Scott are cute; yes, our household schedule is about that fucked up, just with no riches and glamour at all, thanks). That aside though, I suppose I should write some long post about sexuality and identity and choice, but you know, what time?
- So, I feel guilty as sin for not going to fencing last night, but I did do all the laundry ever and nurse myself through the Stabbing Pains in My Gut thanks to one multi-grain corn chip. These things are the devil.
- Right, so remember the thing about my TV and cable box being broken? And remember the thing about how I'm so manly and awesome and doing all this stuff around the house involving tools and heavy objects? Can you already tell this is going somewhere entirely embarassing?
So the cable guy comes out this morning to fix the box, and while I had checked to make sure it was plugged into teh wall I had not, you know, looked at the other connectors. The cats had knocked the powercord out of the box or some such. So yeah, today I was that chick. The cable an came because I hadn't plugged the fucking plug in correctly. I sort of hate myself, but I suspect one (or ore of you) can make a joke about htis that will actually make me laugh.
On the other hand, cable guy was afraid of the cats. So who came out ahead there?
- Checked prices on Atlanta tickets. Still stitting where they were, which is good. As we should get that done in the next few days.
- Need to call the IRS because I sent the payment in 6 hours later than I should have. They're always very nice about it, but it's another small annoyance I tell you about so I can remember to frigging do it.
- Next piece in the TW arc I'm doing with Kali has been started. It's pretty genius. Mainly because she wrote this sentence for Jack that utterly summed up my disaffection with every authority figure in my life right now. Like, oh, I need to stop writing whiny posts about fencing and just let her do it, clearly. Fucking hell.
- Summary? Life is apparently about finding someone to be really damn cute with, not getting poisoned and being at peace with all the shit that also happens to make you bitter. So you know, not bad for a Tuesday.
- It's 9:27am and I've already written a freelance article about careers in the arts for people with disabilities and a voice over script for a TV commercial. I have two more freelance pieces to do today as well. Meanwhile, about to head into the office, where I will actually be making a bunch of calls to follow up on things for my other job. Congratulations if you can keep track.
- So many interesting discussions going around the web on The Making of Me which I still need to download and watch all of, as all I've really seen is the hilarious bickering in the car thing that people keep sending me for like five different reasons (Yes, John and Scott are cute; yes, our household schedule is about that fucked up, just with no riches and glamour at all, thanks). That aside though, I suppose I should write some long post about sexuality and identity and choice, but you know, what time?
- So, I feel guilty as sin for not going to fencing last night, but I did do all the laundry ever and nurse myself through the Stabbing Pains in My Gut thanks to one multi-grain corn chip. These things are the devil.
- Right, so remember the thing about my TV and cable box being broken? And remember the thing about how I'm so manly and awesome and doing all this stuff around the house involving tools and heavy objects? Can you already tell this is going somewhere entirely embarassing?
So the cable guy comes out this morning to fix the box, and while I had checked to make sure it was plugged into teh wall I had not, you know, looked at the other connectors. The cats had knocked the powercord out of the box or some such. So yeah, today I was that chick. The cable an came because I hadn't plugged the fucking plug in correctly. I sort of hate myself, but I suspect one (or ore of you) can make a joke about htis that will actually make me laugh.
On the other hand, cable guy was afraid of the cats. So who came out ahead there?
- Checked prices on Atlanta tickets. Still stitting where they were, which is good. As we should get that done in the next few days.
- Need to call the IRS because I sent the payment in 6 hours later than I should have. They're always very nice about it, but it's another small annoyance I tell you about so I can remember to frigging do it.
- Next piece in the TW arc I'm doing with Kali has been started. It's pretty genius. Mainly because she wrote this sentence for Jack that utterly summed up my disaffection with every authority figure in my life right now. Like, oh, I need to stop writing whiny posts about fencing and just let her do it, clearly. Fucking hell.
- Summary? Life is apparently about finding someone to be really damn cute with, not getting poisoned and being at peace with all the shit that also happens to make you bitter. So you know, not bad for a Tuesday.
