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A Brief Updatey Thing
Aug. 12th, 2008 11:06 pm...cos I am awfully tired.
Saturday: much errand running and whatnot, and then a Very Most Excellent Concert consisting of Motorhead, Black Sabbath, and Judas Priest. Hope to post about that separately.
Sunday: had a really good, really long (I ran from full charge down to dead-battery) phone convo with Mom; which I hadn't actually talked to her since the effluvium hit the whirlyblades, and so was long overdue. Then went ballistic with the mop and the bleach on the back bedroom that is currently housing the four cats formerly curated by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dariodevil--we intend it to be the media room when it stops smelling of cat butt. (One of them, it's either Tux or Scuzzy, doesn't like the style of catbox currently in there and is pleased to do his business right in front of it. I think I've sorted that, but now there are hairballs.) Great strides were made, if at the cost of vast exhaustion. Also I realized I forgot the audio/visual cable for the PS2. Bah.
Monday: metsweh down t'pub and gibbered on his shoulder for awhile. Also he tried to explain radians to me. The diagrams he made in my notebook are incomprehensible to me sober.
Tonight: thought I would pick up Lurch from the mechanics, but it turns out he needs bigger magic that will take much longer, so went home for therapeutic baking--whereuponnedlnthred and I found that all the flour, and sundry other items, in her cabinets were infested with flitty moths. I marshaled a successful campaign to eradicate them from this particular region (nearly falling off the counter a few times, and both of us getting multiply mosquito-bit since the back door was open to help with the bleach smell), but it was a Pyrrhic victory with a lot of civilian casualties. Then, feeling this was more than sufficient effort at the end of what was a really wearing work day for each of us, we watched Part One of the A&E Scarlet Pimpernel, to which I can only say that the memory of Leslie Howard is in no way endangered.
Work: All of our hojillion senior-citizen students have been told Blatantly Wrong Things about the computery bits of registration. Helpdesk drama ensued. More about this another time, too, probably.
Saturday: much errand running and whatnot, and then a Very Most Excellent Concert consisting of Motorhead, Black Sabbath, and Judas Priest. Hope to post about that separately.
Sunday: had a really good, really long (I ran from full charge down to dead-battery) phone convo with Mom; which I hadn't actually talked to her since the effluvium hit the whirlyblades, and so was long overdue. Then went ballistic with the mop and the bleach on the back bedroom that is currently housing the four cats formerly curated by
dariodevil--we intend it to be the media room when it stops smelling of cat butt. (One of them, it's either Tux or Scuzzy, doesn't like the style of catbox currently in there and is pleased to do his business right in front of it. I think I've sorted that, but now there are hairballs.) Great strides were made, if at the cost of vast exhaustion. Also I realized I forgot the audio/visual cable for the PS2. Bah.Monday: met
sweh down t'pub and gibbered on his shoulder for awhile. Also he tried to explain radians to me. The diagrams he made in my notebook are incomprehensible to me sober.Tonight: thought I would pick up Lurch from the mechanics, but it turns out he needs bigger magic that will take much longer, so went home for therapeutic baking--whereupon
nedlnthred and I found that all the flour, and sundry other items, in her cabinets were infested with flitty moths. I marshaled a successful campaign to eradicate them from this particular region (nearly falling off the counter a few times, and both of us getting multiply mosquito-bit since the back door was open to help with the bleach smell), but it was a Pyrrhic victory with a lot of civilian casualties. Then, feeling this was more than sufficient effort at the end of what was a really wearing work day for each of us, we watched Part One of the A&E Scarlet Pimpernel, to which I can only say that the memory of Leslie Howard is in no way endangered.Work: All of our hojillion senior-citizen students have been told Blatantly Wrong Things about the computery bits of registration. Helpdesk drama ensued. More about this another time, too, probably.
