September 2008 Archives
Dear random Russian-speaking people on LiveJournal:
I don’t know why the hell you keep friending my journal. I don’t post in Russian. I don’t speak Russian. I don’t plan to learn Russian. I’m not going to friend you back, because I can’t read Russian.
And I have the funniest feeling that there is a direct correlation between between “more random Russian people friending my LJ” and “more Viagra and porn comment spam on my blogs.”
Please stop. Seriously.
xoxo
me
(seriously, this is about the seventh or eighth one, it’s starting to get a little weird)
Oh dear God.
I guess PETA figured “fuck it, nobody takes us seriously anymore anyway (gosh, we can’t imagine why), might as well pull out all the batshit stops.”
And although I’m going to give them some of the benefit of the doubt and say that probably wasn’t the message they meant to send, the implied “cows > women” is just …um, no. You do not win the ten-day cruise or the year’s supply of Cheez-Its, but we do have this lovely parting gift of a clue and a hot cup of STFU for you. Thanks for playing.
I can has cheezburger.
Lord bless and keep you, Barry’s Burger Barn. They continue to amaze me by having, of all things, Ramune soda. Also the best cheeseburger I’ve ever had in my entire life.
It’s now looking like there’s more stuff open than closed around here, so hopefully I’ll get to go back to work soon.
And they’re working on the roof right now. The cats are not pleased with all the hammering going on up there, but after I sprinkled some catnip on the carpet they’re not freaking out quite so much about it.
ffffffff.
Cleared out the closet today. Very little seems to have been leaked on. Needed to do this anyway and get rid of a whole lot of clothes that a) don’t fit anymore, b) are old enough to fit me again but are horribly dated, c) are old enough to fit me again but are in terrible repair, and/or d) shit I would never in a million years wear even in my apartment and have no idea why I even have. Changed my sheets. Baked a loaf of bread for Stepmom to take to my cousin. Stepmom never came to pick bread up. Maybe she assumed I would bring it to her. Guess I’ll do that in the morning.
Tried a couple of times to apply for temporary unemployment $$$ seeing as how Aunt Boss has been told that it may take up to two weeks to get power on at the shop, and our shop kind of can’t operate without power and Aunt Boss can’t very well pay me under those circumstances. Keep getting told the system is unavailable for routine maintenance. Will call and raise hell tomorrow morning if it does not get fixed soon.
Played Fatal Frame for a while. See that Barry’s Burger Barn and Red Lobster are open. I think I can fit a good burger into my budget.
\o/
Kroger is open! They have no ice and no bread and are not selling perishable things, but you know what? They have bread machine mixes, and I have a bread machine and electricity. They also had stuff like tortillas and pita bread. But never mind that, I have a loaf of hot bread, oh god it is so good after three days of cold rolls and rice balls. ♥
Walgreen’s was also open, but I didn’ go in there.
The Chronicle tells me that Hooters, of all places, is open.
I heard people walking around on the roof earlier. I don’t think they actually fixed anything, but at least they were looking at shit. Some lady in one of the nearby apartments was apparently bitching and whining at the maintenance man about when they were going to fix her stained ceiling. Lady, please shut up, I want them to fix the damn ROOF because I’m afraid if it rains one more time my ceiling is going to CAVE IN. FUCK UR CEILING.
My bedroom is mostly cleaned up and the bits where the carpet got just damp enough to stink have been aired out and Carpet Freshed and vacuumed. The ceiling is still ugly, but at least the bedroom doesn’t smell like a wet dog and I can, y’know, just not look at the ceiling. I still need to go through the leaky side of the closet and see if anything else in there got leaked on.
Yesterday on the way to Mom’s house I saw a house whose windows were boarded up… with, like two or three 2x4s on each window with huge gaps between them. I wish I’d had my camera, because that was screaming for a “you’re doing it wrong” macro.
IMPORTANT INFORMATION FOR PASADENA RESIDENTS
SUPER SEVEN AT FRESA AND LAFFERTY IS OPEN. THEY HAVE BEER.
…ahem.
Also, Schlotzky’s at Spencer and Burke was open but packed when went by. Bernal Meat Market on Pasadena Blvd. also appeared to be open, but had a line going way out the door.
Went by Mom’s house to check things out, cleaned up the yard a little, called her to let her know the house was mostly okay and was told to eat whatever was in the kitchen that might be edible. So I had crackers and spray cheese for lunch. \o/
drip
Hmm. There seems to be a leak I missed yesterday in the bedroom closet. Fortunately it’s a tiny one and it’s on the side I use as a closet, not the side I use as an office. This morning’s thunderstorm (WTF, nature, that’s enough out of you, stop that) alerted me to its drippy presence.
And of course not an hour after I clear stuff out and put a bucket under the drip, it stops dripping. There’s about a tablespoon of water in the bucket. NOT THAT I AM COMPLAINING ABOUT THIS
Just in case, I cleared stuff out of the bedroom under the water stains on the ceiling (some of which kind of look like an abstract goatse from the bed) and put trash bags all over the floor. I poked a couple of holes in the stains yesterday to make sure there wasn’t fifty gallons of standing water up there and nothing came out, they’re just damp spots with no puddles behind them. Still, I moved the TV, VCR, and PS2 into the living room, where they’ll probably stay. Having them in the bedroom didn’t work out as well as I’d hoped anyway, and if I do get the urge to watch a movie in bed I now have a laptop with a DVD drive.
If it ever stops raining I may board the bike and see if any restaurants are open.
!!!!!!!!
About an hour ago:
Me: [lying in bed; now that we kind of want some wind there is not much] Ugggggh. [dozes]
Wind: [picks up minuscule amount]
Bedroom door: [creaks much like it did while the worst of the wind was pounding on the apartment]
Me: [wide awake] GAAAAAAAH IN THE BATHROOM NOW NOW NOW …asdjkhgasd. [gropes for flashlight, finds wee can of WD-40, savagely attacks door]
Bedroom door: [silence]
Me: Ahh. [returns to bed] [dozes]
Lights on building across street, which I cussed since their installation because they are aimed right at my bedroom window: WHEEEEEEEEEEEE
Radio in living room: WHEEEEEEEEEEEEE
People outside: OMG POWER
Me: [treads air for several seconds] OH GOD NOW WHAT–wait, no, this is good :D [turns on air conditioner, computer, and fan, acquires cool beverage]
CONGRATURATION THIS STORY IS HAPPY END
P.S. Thank you all for your warm fuzzies and happy thoughts, and more of the same to the folks that also sat through this shit last night.
Well, uh, the phone lines work? ^_^;
THAT SUCKED AND I’M NEVER DOING IT AGAIN. Not in this apartment, anyway. Next time, if I have to ride a hurricane out by myself, I do it at Mom’s. It’s not so much with the great big windows you cannot possibly position a bed to avoid shrapnel from. Also not so much with the scary noises.
So power is out, who knows for how long, and there is apparently some roof damage here–there are some damp spots on my ceiling. Apparently, the really scary noise that spurred me into camping out in the bathroom from about 5 in the morning until about 10 or so was just the rain gutter peeling off and flapping around and occasionally bonking things. I swear to God it sounded like the entire roof was peeling up like a sardine can. OTHER THAN THAT AND NEEDING ABOUT FIFTY BEERS OR PERHAPS THIS SINGLE LEFTOVER MOJITO AND ALSO ABOUT A WEEK OF SLEEP IN MY ACTUAL BED, I’M GREAT
I spent most of the night on my little sofa, which is too short for even my short ass to properly stretch out on, which was crammed into the hall. And then the aforementioned scary noises chased me and the cats into the bathroom. I would have gone to the farm with Mom, but I figured it was heading there too and if the shit came down, at least Pasadena has, you know, facilities.
I’ve only got about an hour and a half of battery life on the laptop, so just letting y’all know I’m not dead.
Also that there were stupid people out here partying and cheering for exploding transformers until like one in the morning.
what
Guy in a bear suit playing in the water in Galveston.
Please, no furbashing.
Stupidpersonbashing A-OK.
