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September 13, 2007
Why I like to type the really random shit when I'm near sleep deprivation
I wasn't sure at first if I was going to blog this. It's peculiar, it's a conundrum I've participated in. Eris said I was being a pussy about it and said do it.
It's so:
boring and stupid, really.
These machines are horribly addictive, and they're really good at getting a lot of shit done, if you need to. Especially if it is nothing. The time sinks in them are fascinating. I laughed because a friend of mine is into WoW, and he wanted me to get involved so I could tourettes at the enemy faction. However, at least that is kicking some ass while you're doing something that others consider dorky or useless.
It annoyed me a lot when I was a kid when anything I liked got criticized. The comic books, the gaming, video games, whatever. That I spent money on useless shit. Which in a way I guess is true. I don't like having a lot of money on me because I do kinda enjoy buying random things. Occasionally collecting them. So I kinda understand why people were pissed when they had spoilers yelled at them in the Happy Potter lines. Boo hoo, it's just a book, I know. Just because it's not a big deal doesn't mean you have to be a big asshole for no good reason at all.
Okay, I did giggle the first time I saw it on whatever website it was. I have a fuctup sense of humor.
No. Instead of wasting time on those, I was supposed to be getting some job somewhere. Anywhere. Even a basic one. And I have done a couple basic ones, and I didn't care for them. I think if I could figure out a way that would cooperate with me, I could make one of those useless things into a moneymaker. But making money just isn't something I'm particularly good at. It annoys me.
I see these time sinks that are growing in these different minigames and the themes of the different ones. I play some at Newgrounds, and the Tornado gets some of the downloadables. She digs 'em, and I play them sometimes. Usually though I hang back and kibitz, and we tell tales between rounds. The one she got tonite quit on her because it was the demo still. She put in the password and now she's added it to her library. It has cute pet graphics and sounds, and cartoony animations. It's a pet salon - you buy different stations to put pets through various treatments, then manage them for a day's work. You even get to decorate the joint. It's a cute little sim.
People are paying companies to simulate work for them.
Look. I had to get up at 5 in the morning to make sure I got to the vehicle switch point so the No Fly Guy wouldn't be late after dropping me off at the airport really early. (Yes, that is a new nickname I am introducing. Shhh...) That's Texas time. So I've basically been awake 23 hours. So does that mean that's a fnord?
Does that mean I can go to bed now?
Filed under "It's all about me" by damyano at 02:31 AM | Comments (0)
September 12, 2007
Happy landing
And now being officially at the Tornado's joint in riverside. Not on my machine though, because I didn't feel like dragging it along with me this time. The ebox will be full and blocked by the time I get home, it always happens. It's only a two week trek, and that's a small amount of space to pack a lot of chaos into. It's roughly 8 and it's nearly time to...
Have naptime. At least it feels that way. I just can't see crashing so early though, because that would be sad. It's amazing how these machines can keep me awake an extra two or three hours.
Filed under "Places other than Texas" by damyano at 09:59 PM | Comments (0)
September 09, 2007
Damn the flies
So Friday I decide to throw a couple things into the fridge to thaw out so we can do the weekend cookout deal. Nothing major, just a couple steaks that we wanted to get rid of and a bag of scallops, plus a stack of frozen burgers, which we also want to get rid of. (No, that's not as nasty as it sounds. The hubby got some steaks from a different source than usual and they're not as good as the ones we usually get. It's not like they were all old and funky, just mediocre.) I've been on this strange day schedule the past couple of days (which I need to stay on for travel purposes, but that's a whole other story...) and waking up pre-dawn. We were both active before the sun even got up in the sky, and the hubby up and decides, out of nowhere, to invite a friend from Lubbock to come over for a cookout.
Little did I realize where this was going...
One invite turned into two, which turned into three, which turned into pretty much anybody we knew in the area. Now I like to have party time, but I don't care for spontaneous, put this shit together in a couple of hours, party time. But that's how it was gonna be.
Fortunately I already had some food prepped. Now I just had to throw shrimp into a bag to marinate, put another stack of burgers to thaw along with pork chops and a few more steaks. Plus we now had to make the house a bit more presentable - get some gnarly shit off the bomb shelter, mow, clean off the table, find chairs for outside and inside. Plus I had to make a second go 'round at the grocery store, because I didn't expect we would need anything on Friday except for a few staples. Basically this was a lightning round version of what we usually do for July 4th.
I wasn't exactly expecting everyone we invited to show up, but somehow the majority of them did. Interesting mix of folks, and everyone seems to have had a great time. Now they all think I'm a miracle worker for pulling a big dinner party out of my ass at a moment's notice. It was kinda funny when I'd come out of the house with yet another pile of meat and they'd ask "What are you cooking now?" Little did they realize that I was planning to cook an entire zoo's worth of critters. Everyone stuffed themselves silly, then had a nice long visit around the table. Surprisingly, everyone even stayed late, not leaving til about eleven.
The only bad thing was the damn flies. They were rampant because of the wet weather, and even more so because the field had just had a nice coating of manure. I'd originally planned a bunch of nice nibbly bits to put out so everyone could snack while I cooked, but the flies were so bad that we couldn't leave any food out on the table. Stupid insects. And of course they finally buzzed off just as it was getting dark and I finished up the last of the sausage on the grill. So instead of having nice picnic style snackies outside we ended up just piling it all on the table inside. There was so much food left over that I don't think I'll have to cook until... well, I get home from California.
P.S. (from da hubby, since he's reading this over my shoulder as I type) -
He did a fantastic job, he pulled it off super fantastic, and I love him with all my heart. What a varied group it was, and it came together so good.
Filed under "Living in Texas" by damyano at 03:22 PM | Comments (0)
September 08, 2007
Fish in a barrel
So we're lying in bed this morning, and for some reason the hubby decides he's going to make himself an easy target.
He tells me that he's read some article or something about Dale Earnhart, and he wants to know what the big deal is. So I tell him that Dale was a big race car driver, who came from humble beginnings, and after all the money and fame and whatnot he didn't turn into a giant asshole. Well, as far as I know, it's not like I really pay that much attention to the racing scene. The conversation goes on this way for a bit, nothing remarkable, when he says:
"Well I don't care about such things anyway."
"I know you don't," I reply. "You aren't into that sort of thing."
"Well you're not either," he says. "How do you know anything about that?"
"Because I'm a media junkie. The guy was famous, so I know about him. I mean, it's not like I know his biography or anything."
"Well, I don't care about such things. I prefer celebrities like Princess Diana."
"Because you're gay." The giggling is about to start now. "You're gayer than I am." Then, in a long drawn out hiss - "Gaaaayyyyyyyy!"
"I beg your pardon!" He doesn't find this amusing, so of course I'm giggling now. "What makes you think that?"
"All I have to do is open your closet."
"What does that mean?"
"You have a whole closet full of nice clothes. Gaaaaayyyyyy!"
"That doesn't make me gayer than you."
"It does so. That and your 50 mile an hour hair that you get just perfect and worry if a single hair is out of place. You are so gayer than I am."
"That isn't gay, that's old fashioned!"
"Gaaaaayyyyyy!"
"No, old fashioned."
"It is so gay. And the Oil of Oldlady you put on. That is entirely gay."
"Well I gotta put something on."
"The fact that you put any kind of lotion on your face is so gay. No straight man puts lotion on his face, especially a Texan."
At this point he gets a bit sulky, which of course gets the giggling started again. "Hey, it's not like you've even provided one single counterargument," I tell him. "You are so much gayer than I am, with your Princess Diana."
"Oh come on," he says. "Lots of straight people like Diana."
"Yeah, women." That was too damn easy. "This is going straight to the blog."
"No!"
He is not at all happy about the blog now.
Filed under "Conversation pieces" by damyano at 05:23 AM | Comments (0)
September 07, 2007
Rain, for crying out loud!
It's been hot and stuffy all day. Not necessarily sticky, because it's not like it's baking hot. It's just that warmer than warm feeling that the humidity doesn't at all help with. The poor kitties outside are all panting. There's no sense in turning on the air conditioner because it would just add more moisture to the air. It needs to just go on and rain already!
Filed under "Living in Texas" by damyano at 03:33 PM | Comments (0)
September 06, 2007
It couldn't possibly be that easy
Big surprise, somehow we ended up getting screwed on the deal. It seems that the guy that was supposed to do the manure for us only managed to spread it on the 40 acre home place because, get this - he ran out of manure. How in the fuck do you run out of manure around here when there's like a dairy for every man, woman and child in the county? What, the cows are on strike and not shitting for a week?
It's not a crisis or anything, and we're only gonna have to pay for the smaller amount of cowshit flung here. I'm just irritated that we ended up getting shafted on the farm thing yet again. This farming shit sucks.
Filed under "Living in Texas" by damyano at 06:52 AM | Comments (0)
September 05, 2007
Had to post it here
This is just so unbelievably awesome.Filed under "Brain candy" by damyano at 06:33 AM | Comments (0)
The smell of money
I ended up sleeping most of the day through, crashing a little before noon and waking up just as it was getting dark. Since the hubby called off work today due to urpiness, neither one of us had been out of the house. So I go outside to feed the cats and get the mail, and I notice that the usual funky dairy odor is a lot closer than usual today.
So now it's time to pray for rain, because with the nice layer of freshly spread manure it's time to get the place planted. We're hoping to make at least a regular crop next year, that way we can actually stay afloat for another year or so. But if it does rain, it is going to stink so bad. Ahh, country living.
Filed under "Living in Texas" by damyano at 01:41 AM | Comments (0)