I've stopped updating this because I'm going back to my livejournal. Four blogs is too much, and I can't seem to post anything intelligent anyway.
Sorry.
19 February 2008
28 January 2008
LFG SW Asia Raid, PST
I discovered this gem via Curse and WorldofRaids:
China uses WoW map in documentary
After picking myself up off the floor, I was immediately dropped again by the following comment by WorldofRaids user "zetaprima":
Those Chinese, they're wacky!
China uses WoW map in documentary
After picking myself up off the floor, I was immediately dropped again by the following comment by WorldofRaids user "zetaprima":
haha i can imagine china in a war:
chinese general: ffs nubs tap turkey!!!
chinese soldier1: lock and hunter inc iraq
chinese soldier2: iran premade gogogo
Those Chinese, they're wacky!
26 January 2008
Money changes everything.
I had hoped to be able to make it out to my local hof's monthly blot today.
Unfortunately, reality has set in--specifically, monetary reality. My job has ramped up to effectively be full time now, but that won't be reflected until next month. So I'm forced by simple economics to stay home and do my own thing, because I need to conserve my gas so that I can get to work.
At least the hub isn't pitching a bitch--probably because I push him to go to Sacrament every Sunday and encourage him to tithe when he can. If this was a week ago or next week, then I'd be on my way out to Hillsborough right now--but since rent is coming up and I just had to pay a past-due water bill (and cable bill) out of the paycheck I got yesterday, that's kinda scotched my plans for the weekend.
Wonder if canned pineapple would be a good offering to the landvaettir? Dunno what else I could offer--maybe I can make some cornbread and offer that.
I was looking forward to today, especially now that I have my life back. For me, heathenry is a part of my daily life, my worship constant--so the monthly gatherings are special for me, because it's a time for something more "formal" than stumbling my way through Sigrdrifa's Prayer* in the morning (I can never remember it--maybe if I tried learning it in the original Old Icelandic, I'd remember better since I'm a mutant like that).
*sigh*
But yeah. I'll probably whip something up and then go outside and offer it under one of the trees outside the building. That'll be amusing to explain to the neighbours--though actually? It'll be easier to explain to my Hispanic neighbours. They burn candles and leave votive offerings to the Virgin of Guadelupe and the saints to keep themselves safe, I leave offerings out for the huldufolk to keep the building safe.
I should also put something out for Thor so hopefully we'll get some rain around here.
Better get started making that cornbread.
*:3. Hail, day! Hail, sons of day!
And night and her daughter now!
Look on us here with loving eyes,
that waiting we victory win.
4. Hail to the gods! Ye goddesses, hail,
And all the generous earth!
Give to us wisdom and goodly speech,
And healing hands, life-long. -- from the Bellows translation of the Poetic Edda, Stanzas 3 and 4 of Sigrdrifamal
Unfortunately, reality has set in--specifically, monetary reality. My job has ramped up to effectively be full time now, but that won't be reflected until next month. So I'm forced by simple economics to stay home and do my own thing, because I need to conserve my gas so that I can get to work.
At least the hub isn't pitching a bitch--probably because I push him to go to Sacrament every Sunday and encourage him to tithe when he can. If this was a week ago or next week, then I'd be on my way out to Hillsborough right now--but since rent is coming up and I just had to pay a past-due water bill (and cable bill) out of the paycheck I got yesterday, that's kinda scotched my plans for the weekend.
Wonder if canned pineapple would be a good offering to the landvaettir? Dunno what else I could offer--maybe I can make some cornbread and offer that.
I was looking forward to today, especially now that I have my life back. For me, heathenry is a part of my daily life, my worship constant--so the monthly gatherings are special for me, because it's a time for something more "formal" than stumbling my way through Sigrdrifa's Prayer* in the morning (I can never remember it--maybe if I tried learning it in the original Old Icelandic, I'd remember better since I'm a mutant like that).
*sigh*
But yeah. I'll probably whip something up and then go outside and offer it under one of the trees outside the building. That'll be amusing to explain to the neighbours--though actually? It'll be easier to explain to my Hispanic neighbours. They burn candles and leave votive offerings to the Virgin of Guadelupe and the saints to keep themselves safe, I leave offerings out for the huldufolk to keep the building safe.
I should also put something out for Thor so hopefully we'll get some rain around here.
Better get started making that cornbread.
*:3. Hail, day! Hail, sons of day!
And night and her daughter now!
Look on us here with loving eyes,
that waiting we victory win.
4. Hail to the gods! Ye goddesses, hail,
And all the generous earth!
Give to us wisdom and goodly speech,
And healing hands, life-long. -- from the Bellows translation of the Poetic Edda, Stanzas 3 and 4 of Sigrdrifamal
23 January 2008
Don't Try This At Home, Kids
When you try to make tater tots, and you look in the oven halfway through the baking process to see flames on the floor of the oven from a previous cooking attempt by your spouse, what do you do?
1) Grab the fire extinguisher just in case it gets out of hand while you grab an unopened box of baking soda from the pantry?
2) Stand there and watch while saying "Gee, wonder how that happened?"
3) Scream and clap your hands on your head like you're one of the Sims?
If you answered 1) and appended "Open door and throw some baking soda on the fire to put it out", then you would have what I did. If you answered 2), then you are my husband and I still am amazed that you made it through childhood without blowing yourself up.
So I had some half-done smoked tater tots, and I cleaned the oven once it cooled off. I also told Darling Hubby that he needed to just use the cookie sheet from now on, and that that's why we buy tinfoil--specifically to put it on the cookie sheet and make cleanup easier. Mind you, the fire extinguisher is still good (barely), but it should not only be replaced but I need to clean that kitchen from top to bottom anyway-so the fire (which was confined to the oven and produced little smoke, thankfully) gives me a good excuse to give it a serious cleaning rather than just a tidying-up.
IN OTHER NEWS:
I am being bumped up to 30 hours a week at my new job. I also have an appeal hearing with the ESC tomorrow morning about my old job--they are claiming that I wasn't fired, but I insist that not only was I fired but it was made clear to me that I was no longer welcome at my old place of work. I would give up the appeal, but I find myself going forward on principle. All through that job, I would do things and then be told that I never did them, or I would be accused of doing or saying things that I didn't do or say, and so on. It was a great big drama factory, and I feel that I need to go through with this appeal because I am tired of feeling like I am somehow a split-personality or insane because I (according to one person) do things that I distinctly don't remember doing.
My increased hours at my current job will render me ineligible for Unemployment, but really? The principle is more important to me at this point than the money is.
But when it is all done, I will be able to finally leave them behind for good and move forward with my life. Ever onward and upward.
1) Grab the fire extinguisher just in case it gets out of hand while you grab an unopened box of baking soda from the pantry?
2) Stand there and watch while saying "Gee, wonder how that happened?"
3) Scream and clap your hands on your head like you're one of the Sims?
If you answered 1) and appended "Open door and throw some baking soda on the fire to put it out", then you would have what I did. If you answered 2), then you are my husband and I still am amazed that you made it through childhood without blowing yourself up.
So I had some half-done smoked tater tots, and I cleaned the oven once it cooled off. I also told Darling Hubby that he needed to just use the cookie sheet from now on, and that that's why we buy tinfoil--specifically to put it on the cookie sheet and make cleanup easier. Mind you, the fire extinguisher is still good (barely), but it should not only be replaced but I need to clean that kitchen from top to bottom anyway-so the fire (which was confined to the oven and produced little smoke, thankfully) gives me a good excuse to give it a serious cleaning rather than just a tidying-up.
IN OTHER NEWS:
I am being bumped up to 30 hours a week at my new job. I also have an appeal hearing with the ESC tomorrow morning about my old job--they are claiming that I wasn't fired, but I insist that not only was I fired but it was made clear to me that I was no longer welcome at my old place of work. I would give up the appeal, but I find myself going forward on principle. All through that job, I would do things and then be told that I never did them, or I would be accused of doing or saying things that I didn't do or say, and so on. It was a great big drama factory, and I feel that I need to go through with this appeal because I am tired of feeling like I am somehow a split-personality or insane because I (according to one person) do things that I distinctly don't remember doing.
My increased hours at my current job will render me ineligible for Unemployment, but really? The principle is more important to me at this point than the money is.
But when it is all done, I will be able to finally leave them behind for good and move forward with my life. Ever onward and upward.
13 January 2008
Dear SpikeTV:
You own my soul. Every weeknight from 6-10PM, and Sundays from 5-11 PM. Even when you show reruns. Please tell me CBS will let you start showing more reruns of CSI:NY too, because I am a big fan of Gary Sinise (I even bought the DVD of "Mission to Mars", which is possibly the worst thing he's ever been in bar none).
Dear CBS:
If you cancel CSI, I'll send you a metric assload of various insects to show my displeasure.
Love,
AQ
p.s. Don't get rid of Eric Szmanda. That will make me sad panda. Pun not intended.
Dear CBS:
If you cancel CSI, I'll send you a metric assload of various insects to show my displeasure.
Love,
AQ
p.s. Don't get rid of Eric Szmanda. That will make me sad panda. Pun not intended.
11 January 2008
Ihre Papiere Bitte!
REAL ID to be implemented, ACLU voices objection -- CNN
And so, the Heimatsicherheitsamt goes one step closer to the days of Internal Passports and not being able to move without government approval.
It's the Unity of Rings in action, kids. Won't you join me in the toilet-paper queue?
And so, the Heimatsicherheitsamt goes one step closer to the days of Internal Passports and not being able to move without government approval.
It's the Unity of Rings in action, kids. Won't you join me in the toilet-paper queue?
03 January 2008
Nrghle
The good: Love the new job, even if it's only part time. Got asked to stay late last night, and was absolutely ecstatic about doing so. What can I say, I love working with computers again! And I don't feel threatened there, and I don't feel I have to worry about somebody finding out I'm a heathen (mostly cos my boss knows and doesn't give a toss as long as I'm not doing anything criminal), and best of all I get to be among books all day. The only thing better would be if it was a salaried permanent position, but we can worry about that later.
The bad: Drama with the ex-employer, who is not only claiming that I no-call/no-showed after being fired for "insubordination" (translation: I spoke an uncomfortable truth), but is also slagging me to whoever will listen and is trying to get my husband to throw me out the house and take in a pathological liar with the mind of an 11-year old as a roommate. Why? Because she feels that I will never get a job and that I don't want to work, apparently. Whatever. This will be my only foray into all that drama--after this post I won't talk about it anymore. But basically, my Unemployment claim was denied because she lied and said that I wasn't fired and that I just no-call/no-showed, and I've appealed it--so now I am waiting for the state to get a move-on in processing the appeal and giving me a hearing date. Not necessarily because I want to be on Unemployment, but because of the principle of the thing. If I find a full-time job or get more hours on the current one, so much the better.
The ugly: I've got tendinitis in my right heel and I'm still trying to deal with sciatica attacks--which suck. The tendinitis is making it very hard to work, and only seems to flare up when I do a lot of walking for work...which is very bad, because this job does involve a good deal of walking. So I'm sucking down ibuprofen like mad and trying to ice my heels when I can, because I can't afford to go see a doctor for it--and how sad is that?
Over the winter break, I was off from work--and let me tell you, it was the most boring-ass week and a half in my entire life! One can only play so much World of Warcraft, yanno. So I played some WoW and rented "Hot Fuzz", which is possibly one of the funniest movies I have watched in a long time and a great sendup of all the action-buddy-cop flicks that clutter the movie landscape.
My favorite scene in the whole movie came toward the end:
Seriously, rent it. It's funny. :D
(BTW, for those who are used to reading Fun Work Stories from me: I can't post any here--employer frowns on talking about work outside of work.)
The bad: Drama with the ex-employer, who is not only claiming that I no-call/no-showed after being fired for "insubordination" (translation: I spoke an uncomfortable truth), but is also slagging me to whoever will listen and is trying to get my husband to throw me out the house and take in a pathological liar with the mind of an 11-year old as a roommate. Why? Because she feels that I will never get a job and that I don't want to work, apparently. Whatever. This will be my only foray into all that drama--after this post I won't talk about it anymore. But basically, my Unemployment claim was denied because she lied and said that I wasn't fired and that I just no-call/no-showed, and I've appealed it--so now I am waiting for the state to get a move-on in processing the appeal and giving me a hearing date. Not necessarily because I want to be on Unemployment, but because of the principle of the thing. If I find a full-time job or get more hours on the current one, so much the better.
The ugly: I've got tendinitis in my right heel and I'm still trying to deal with sciatica attacks--which suck. The tendinitis is making it very hard to work, and only seems to flare up when I do a lot of walking for work...which is very bad, because this job does involve a good deal of walking. So I'm sucking down ibuprofen like mad and trying to ice my heels when I can, because I can't afford to go see a doctor for it--and how sad is that?
Over the winter break, I was off from work--and let me tell you, it was the most boring-ass week and a half in my entire life! One can only play so much World of Warcraft, yanno. So I played some WoW and rented "Hot Fuzz", which is possibly one of the funniest movies I have watched in a long time and a great sendup of all the action-buddy-cop flicks that clutter the movie landscape.
My favorite scene in the whole movie came toward the end:
Seriously, rent it. It's funny. :D
(BTW, for those who are used to reading Fun Work Stories from me: I can't post any here--employer frowns on talking about work outside of work.)
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