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Car won't start.

Wanna go smoke while D is working on it, but it's 18F outside.

fuggit.

this technology will be the end of me!

Oh, and City of God fucking rocks. Watch it.

( vagina! )

Icy weekend! The mid-south winter has arrived.

Made vegetarian stroganoff for potluck last night. Brought the leftovers to work today for lunch. Somewhere along the line, a piece of burned wood managed it's way in -- and it's soft, so apparently it got cooked. Wierd.

In a week I'll be in San Antonio, witnessing my sister become an officer. Looks like it'll be me, mom, and dad driving down. Grandmother decided her knees weren't up to the trip... so, looks like the previously mentioned sexual tension may well be avoided, depending on whether they kept her room or not. Damnit.

assholes of the day: fags who like watching drag queens or are crossdressers themselves, but bash transmen and "don't understand" transsexuals in general.

fuck them in their ears.

The oddest thing.

A client came in to talk about -- whaddaya know, a traffic ticket. No big deal, violation vehicle registration, blah blah blah.

Additionally, though, he's been trying to get a copy of his birth certificate. In order to do that he had to fill out the form and send it in. Problem is, he can't write -- his fingers don't work; he figured since I was a paralegal, he could pay me to do it.

I'm so not gonna charge someone to fill out a form for them just because they can't write. That would be really, really rude, like charging to point a blind person towards the bathroom or something.

Makes me wonder if he's actually been asked to pay for similar tasks in the past. "Hey, could you check 'yes' on this for me? I can't hold a pen." "Ok, sure, that'll be twenty bucks." Whatever.

Recently saw "Wal-Mart: The High Cost of Low Price" at the Media Co-Op.

I actually managed to hate big business even more. Wacky.

Anyway, watch the movie. It's got its sensationalism, and the production value could be a little higher (zooming in on Chinese people and fading in a dulcimer track is just tacky) but the info is... rather interesting.

I've gotten seven calls in the 45 minutes I've been at work. That's a record.

Unfortunately, there's nothing we could do for any of them. Our advertiser is padding his bill again and sending letters to people we cannot help.

I'll be really glad when that fucker's out of the picture.

people are actually getting pisssed off at each other over harry potter.

I will never understand.

louis has just informed me that sigur ros is going to be in nashville in february.

I may die waiting.

Grenada!

A little comic book the CIA dropped on Grenada in 1984.

The book claims 1979. Heh.

Look on page two: "Communist anarchy".

Hahahahahahahah.

This early in the morning and we already have a winner!

me: "Do you have the ticket with you?"
client: "Uh, no. Can you look it up?"
me: "No sir, I don't have that ability."
client: "Oh. So if you had the ticket you could look it up?"
me: "Sir, if you had the ticket, you could just look at it right there in front of you."
client: "Oh."

Siouxsie Sioux, meet Susie Suh.

Celebrity deathmatch? I think so.

The person who was living in the room I'm currently in? She's back in town -- but she's packing. That was the last unsure thing I have with my situation, but thankfully it's now resolved.

A little part of me feels like I've displaced her, but then I remind myself that she moved away without any clear idea of whether she was going to move back, now she's choosing to move on, and if she really wanted the room back she would easily have said so. On top of that, the reason she moved away in the first place was because she wasn't really happy in Memphis. Now she's talking NYC, if that gives you an indication of her preferences.

Nothing really going on otherwise to speak of. Just trying to work and save money. Fun fun. God I hate money.

I dressed for winter today. Now it's 73F, and tomorrow's supposed to hit 80. Whatever.

Don't forget to take your hazardous waste (batteries, paint, car fluids, electronics, etc) to the fairgrounds tomorrow, Memphians. 10a-2p, use the entrance on Early Maxwell. end PSA.

fun party. lots of folks I didn't expect. I'm zapped.

identity politics:

Morgan is dead. I killed that mask last night.

I'm over that particular phase.

there's something extremely satisfying about resetting the weights on a grandfather clock.

having to apply just the right amount of strength to the chains so they move, but don't shake everything up.

it chimes every quarter hour. :05 is a tease, the first five notes. :30 chimes half the tune, :45 does the entire tune, and :00 chimes the entire tune plus the hour.

I sleep very, very deeply.

So, L and I did something last night that always proves to be entertaining: get ripped and watch Into the Labyrinth, the Dead Can Dance video.

I finally noticed something really amusing...

In one bit of interview-ness, Brendan Perry is talking about Lisa Gerard's background. "She grew up in a Greek-Turkish community [blah blah blah] and so was exposed to more.. ah.. [thumbs nose] exotic musical influences."

Later, Lisa is talking about her background herself, and without directly saying so, lets us know that her first musical instrument was an accordion.

How exotic. :P

Their bickering must have been legendary.

[edit]

Here's Brendan Perry. Hairless, like a big mole rat. And he dances!

Okay, seriously.

This is a service called LiveJournal.

Live.. Journal. "Live," indicating the potential for constantly changing (read: at least partially unmoderated) content, and "Journal" indicating the potential for very personal content.

If you're so bloody afraid that you're gonna get fired from your job because a co-worker saw something dirty, don't be looking at LiveJournal at work. Whining and crying about a S&M boobie flash on a sub's usericon in a community about a minority lifestyle is pretty stupid.

for real.

Last night I stayed up entirely too late. I may konk out at any moment.

This morning, in response, I overslept and got up at 7:30. A housemate who is giving me rides to work while my other housemate is out of town had to take a shower instead of a bath because of the lateness. Which kinda makes me feel bad, because he's got hardcore psoriasis and his morning soak is one of the ways he battles it. Missing one bath won't cause a flareup, though, so whatever.

I rummaged, and within 5 minutes this morning I found a set of clean clothes I could deal with. Lucky, but damn I need to do laundry.

Our (new) phone system is quickly degrading, and it is currently putting 90% of new calls on Line 2, which doen't work because BellSouth won't come out and repair the storm damage to their cables that happened a month ago. Our phone tech is a skinny, overbaked cracker retard.

Tonight I will do laundry and sleep.

Tomorrow will probably be set up for Saturday.

Saturday is the Halloween (as opposed to Samhain) party, at the new faerie house, which has been named Flora Botanica Cabana. Should be entertaining.

Sunday: recovery.

Money [edit: Monday, goddamnit. fuck you, Freud.]: Halloween parade.

dear god.

I find it interesting how every time I suggest that people do things themselves instead of hiring someone else to do it for them, people start screaming "CLASSIST! You know they're not educated enough to do that on their own!"

No, dear, for me to be classist I would have to claim that people below my class (working class, by the way.) have the same access to resources as I do, even if they didn't.

However, in this case, I'm claiming that everyone has access to forms and information. They're called libraries. They're called support groups. You do not have to see an attorney in order to draw up a power of attorney contract. Really. You don't.

Guess what, America! YOU CAN EDUCATE YOURSELF! No, it's not classist of me to suggest that. It's classist of you to suggest that "they" can't.

It's also classist of you to speak in "us/them" language.

Idiots.

I also just got a 20gig SCSI-2 drive. Wow.

now where's my OS disk...

edit:

incorrect.

The *controller* is for a Fast SCSI-2 drive.

The drive itself?

An UltraStar Ultra3 18.2gig.

Disappointed in the lack of immediate gratification, but these drives are fucking expensive, so I won't complain. Controllers are far cheaper.

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