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karnythia

05:46 pm
I just made my own body splash! 2 parts water, 1 part alcohol, a few drops of jojoba oil (it's winter in Chicago bb we must moisturize at all times) and fragrance. I used rosewater and honeysuckle this time, but I may branch out to fruity scents next time. Next up is making more lotion though that might not happen until the kids go to bed tonight. In other news

delux_vivens shared this video. It comes with the caveat that it could be triggering for assualt survivors, but I laughed. Then again, I have issues.

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silveringridd

05:28 pm - i need a maid. or a house wife.
dood. i did 9 loads of laundry today. i am efffing pooped, man. pooped. that's $15 of laundry. dear god.

however...i just CANNOT bring myself to do the few days worth of dishes that have been sitting in the sink. ugh. they are driving me crazy but i'm so tired and so NOT into dishes...

ruudboy

11:17 pm
You know it's Christmas when the Father Ted special is on. Oh, I love it so.

zhent

05:15 pm - feeling lost
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agirlnamedluna

12:00 am - Being awesome, now in less than 140 characters
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liddle_oldman

05:35 pm - Frazem Gratzen Frozem Putfin!!!
Now the friggerty frakerty car won’t start.

(I will say that the problem with the furnace resolved easily – he just had to fiddle with the water level. I had to mess with that when I lived in Quincy, but I’d forgotten that some furnaces need attention.)

Boston, last night, got apparently the northern end of a serious winter storm, which dumped better than a foot of snow in places where they don’t usually get it – Virginia, DC, the Carolinas. We got not quite a foot of fluffy, dry powder. After my landlord ran a snowblower about the place, I went out to uncover my car.

In a burst of neighborliness – not – someone next door had shoveled out their car by burying the nose of mine. I dug that out (and heaved most of the snow into his yard). I was going to move my car forward, so it would be easier to dig out the tail – and the rip-snafferty bug-snorking engine wouldn’t turn over. It just grinds.

I am beginning to feel put-upon.

It didn’t help that it kept snowing, and there was quite a wind, and the snow was dry and powdery, so that when one went to throw a shovelful, it simply exploded and blew back into one’s face. One advantage – there’s a live steam pipe through the font entrance, so when my fingers went numb, I’d just go in and hold the pipe with my gloved hands until they warmed up.

I dug out as well as I could, and came inside for coffee and instant oatmeal (a fine lunch after manual labor in the cold). In the morning, I’ll call Triple A (should that be AAA?) and get a tow over to my usual garage, and see what they can do. Janet thinks that, rather than rent a car for the day, she’ll just take it off; just now work is pretty quiet. (A co-worker is involved in a developing relationship; she commented that the only reason to go in would be to debrief her to find out if she’d gotten debriefed.)

But, really, in the last six months I’ve put better than three thousand into this damn car, and I doubt it’s worth that in resale value. As irresponsible as it sounds, we might have to invest in a newer car while I’m still out of work.

I am seriously considering whining. Real loud. And whiny. I’m seriously considering it.

agirlnamedluna

10:54 pm - [LJ Idol Topic 8: Reprobate]
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Tags: fiction, lj idol season six, short story, story of alfhildr

ladyfox7oaks

01:36 pm - Dragon Post
New eggs!

Winter's Soltice child (IF it hatches right!)

Oooh, my first split!
http://dragcave.net/user/Lady_starpaws

dr_nebula

01:54 pm - Fun in Mudville
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elf_fu

01:09 pm - Christmas Day Phone Calls
Either last Christmas or the Christmas before that, I embarassed myself and probably anyone who gave me their cell/home phone numbers over the years by calling them on Christmas day.

I gave people on my secret Santa phone call list a really quick buzz to save off anyone having to listen to my twelve-year-old boy voice and my eloquent use of expletives in my wishes of holiday cheer.

I have some of your phone numbers in my cell as it is. This is your fair warning that I will probably call you on Christmas day and that if you are busy dealing with family and just pretty much really busy please don't hesitate to tell me not to call this year. I won't be insulted, I will 100% understand

Phone numbers I have are/people I know well enough not to feel like an ass to call:

ehzoterik,

erinbear,

youthculture ( I think I have two different numbers for you--and am not sure which one is right.),

the_dream_king,

swanofgrey,

slwatson,

tigerphoenix

If you would like to recieve geeky fat lady christmas phone call cheer on Christmas day, I'd love to call. Leave me any number you want as a reply to this post: your cell, your home, your google voice, your anything phone numberish and I'll call you Christmas Day/Evening. Alternatively, if you do not trust Live Journals comment screening method, you can contact me directly at elf_fu@2phatgeeks.com and send me your number, there.

All comments are screened. No one but you and I will see them and they will never be unscreened.

Why do it? Why call "strangers" on Christmas and not any other time of the year? Well...Because I am a shit head, and because its Christmas. No one should be forgotten on Christmas. I just want everyone to know I haven't forgotten you. ♥
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cheerful
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zhent

11:56 am - nothing to tell
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killiara

10:39 am - Story idea
I had a cool dream last night, I need to sit down and write it soon. Since I have church, I'm jotting down the basic idea here.

Cinderella died not too many years after becoming old enough to wed, at the hands of the Wicked Stepmother. Wicked Stepmother, however, was a necromancer, and raised Cindy as a zombie, to do household chores and to be the central cog in her plot to take over the throne. Her plan: read how cinderella goes, then have the wedding night end with the princes undead as well as his bride, both under the stepmom's control.
Her plan falls apart, however, when in the middle of the ball Cinderella tugs off one of her opera length gloves to cool down, only to reveal that her elbow's a bit rotted. Horrified at the revelation of what she IS, Cinderella manages to convince the guards not to kill her, and instead of returning home where the stepmother waits, disguised as the fairy godmother, she joins the guards for some training. After all, it's well known in the dark kingdom to the west, zombies make excellent warriors with high resistance to normal magic, that dosen't involve fire. After being shown which end of the sword to put in the enemy, she leads the guards to her former home, where the stepmother's realised her plan has gone awry and fled back to the dark kingdom, the two stepsisters lying in random poses, their strings cut.
Cinderella makes a vow: to hunt down her stepmother and destroy the evil behind her.
this part needs fleshing out, but, cinderella manages to get across the boarders, kill the stepmom, kill the power behind the stepmom, and escape back, where she spends the rest of her days, until she rots away, in the service of the royal family.

archmage

09:30 am - Arm Joe
Good morning, fans of Les Misérables. Just for you, I give you the first time that the story has been adapted into a game. Not the first time the characters have been in a game, mind you, but the story.

Sort of.

You may now giggle or cry, as you so choose.
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giggly

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oberonia

12:19 pm - The Real LJ Idol Season 6: Topic 8 - "Reprobate"

Nothing to Say
Originally uploaded by Oberonia Photography

In a mostly forgotten part of Bayou L'Abeille, behind old trees and tall grass, sat the L'Abeille-Toombs Historical Cemetery.

At the middle of the cemetery, there were three man-made hills. They sat facing north, west, and east surrounding a low, round fountain now filled with green water, thin reeds, and lily pads. In the center of West Hill, an old iron door leaned slightly to the left deep inside an arc of stone that had turned green from age and elements. Fat fish with lion's heads swam down the stones. Lionel Toombs waddled his rotund, yet ghostly, figure out of his hillside crypt. He looked like a ball with long sticks for arms and legs. Sniffing at his doorway, he flared his sizable nostrils and grumbled as he turned his head to the other side of the walkway. His wild, white hair caught the morning sun like ice fire.

Arnoud L'Abeille resided in the identical East Hill and had just stepped out of his abode. He pushed his spectacles up his large nose, which made his eyes only look more rat like. He straightened his coat and twisted the ends of his finely tuned mustache. He had more hair on his lip and in his ears than he had on his head. He was slim and short, but wiry strong. Arnoud kicked a pebble out of his doorway when he heard the noise.

"Rapscallion!" Lionel had a particularly fantastic bellow.

"Oh, Lionel, I didn't see you there," which he had seen him. Lionel was very hard to miss. "

He looked the Arnoud in the eye as best he could from across the yard and enunciated, "Reh-pro-BATE!"

"Why, Lionel, you incestuous toad! What on Earth could be crawling up your crook today?"

Lionel picked his jaw up and sputtered, "Now that's unfair, Arnoud. It was just one kiss when we were eight years old, and she was a distant cousin. Besides, you kissed her and she's your cousin too."

"Pish posh. She was merely a fourth cousin by marriage. The town seemed to think it just splendid when we MARRIED."

At that particular moment, a scraggly, wire-haired mutt padded through the cemetery with something green and white and sparkly in his mouth. His name was Gumbo, and while he DID know the spirits were there, he rarely paid the loud ones any attention.

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currahee

05:14 pm - day 18 of 30
I've skipped a couple of days of this as I've been away (more of which later on, when I ~~can be arsed~~ have time), so here's day 18 - which is "Whatever tickles your fancy".

Today, I'm going to talk about something which has been in the news all weekend. Snow. Or more specifically, Plymouth's seemingly constant lack of snow.

We do get it occasionally, don't get me wrong, but the mega snowfall which happened in the spring of this year was a case in point. Everywhere got some. They got it in the south, in the north, in the east and in the west, and they even got it in some places in between. Our firm has offices in Taunton, Exeter, Plymouth and Truro. All offices were on practically a skeleton staff with the exception of Plymouth, as we had no snow at all. Not even so much as a flake. Tsk.

If we're talking about significant snowfalls, rather than the odd flake here and there, I think the last one was back in the 1980s. I remember when I was a very small kid the family had to walk back from my grandparents' in Efford because of a bad snowfall (and my dad fell down while carrying me - thanks, dad!), I then remember two big snowfalls which caused us to be sent home from school, and I remember two more since then - one on a Friday in either 1985 or 1986 which left the city gridlocked when all the factories and the dockyard sent everyone home at the same time, and one a short while after that, which was on a Saturday evening and which resulted in lots of people having to sleep in Fiesta Nightclub. But nothing like that since, for some reason.

They get it on Dartmoor most years - not huge amounts, but enough to keep the kids off school and for them to be filmed sledding for all of the rest of us to watch on Spotlight. But normally when we're hearing about the country grinding to a halt because of snow, we don't have to worry. It's always a bit disappointig really - I like seeing the snow and although it's a pain to get around when it's fallen, there is still something magical. So every time when it happens and we miss out, I feel a bit miffed.

This past weekend I was rather excited because we were going to London and we'd heard that there would be a lot of snow around. And there was - it caused our flight to be cancelled, in fact - so for once, I actually saw some proper now, and it was all pretty and exciting and lovely.

Except that yesterday evening I heard that if I'd stayed in Plymouth, I'd have actually still seen some snow, because it was coming down for about an hour and a half yesterday afternoon! Anne (off of Happy Hounds) said that she went into Marksies and came out to find everything white! It's all gone now, though, but has left behind a legacy of ice and of course the roads have not been gritted so everywhere's gone all slippery and nasty.

It's typical though, isn't it. I spend year after year moaning on about how it never snows in Plymouth and then the one time it does, I'm away and I bloody well miss it!

Anyway, that's what tickled my fancy today. Snow. Or lack thereof.
Current Location: on the sofa
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zoethe

12:13 pm - The newest member of my family
She's 17 inches long. She weighs in at 6 pounds. And she's PURPLE!

Yes, I am lovingly caressing my brand new laptop. When we were in California my old laptop took a swan dive onto the concrete floor. And while if appeared to recover, like Beth March it was weakened by the crisis and is slowly fading. And it was 5 years old and very slow. I could have pushed it for a few more months, but how smart is that when my livelihood depends on my computer? Better by far to be able to go back to the old machine for anything that I might have forgotten to transfer rather than trying to recover lost data from a dead machine.

And how could *I* turn down the opportunity to own a purple laptop?

The awesome thing about the 17 inch version is that is actually has a 10-key pad. As much number entry as I do, that's really awesome. The bad thing about it is that is has a 10-key pad. Which means that the keyboard is offset from the center of the computer. And the keys are a different size than either of my other computers. So I'm having to relearn to type on it.

tHE OTHER BAD THING IS THAT THERE IS NO CAPS LOCK LIGHT. The offered solution is an icon that appears on the page for a moment indicating that you have or haven't locked the caps. Which disappears in about 5 seconds.

But these are niggling things. I love the huge screen, and the lightning speed. And it even fits into my laptop bag!
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archmage

08:58 am
Happy birthday

blackwingbear!

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the_paco

10:30 am - I'm a matchmaking god. ("No seriously, not a threesome.")
Paco: "Our barista is having hair issues."

sarracenia: "He's CUTE!"
Paco: "So go ask emoboy for his number."

sarracenia: "He's like half my age."
Paco: "You'll break him like a toothpick. This shall amuse me."

sarracenia: "Oooh, he wears real pants, not scenester tighties."
Paco: "Means he's hung. Go for it."

sarracenia: "Shush."
Paco: "I want you to call me the night of when he curls into a ball and starts crying afterwards. I'll come sweep him up for you."

sarracenia: *paroxysms of laughter.*

Later when they think they've got our drinks mixed up.
Barista: "Hey man, is that a venti mocha I gave you?"
Paco: "Tastes like a mocha."

sarracenia: "But a venti mocha?"
Paco: "That's a point, it tastes more like a tall mocha."
Barista: "Huh?"
Paco: "Well it looks like a venti, but I mean wow, tastes totally like a tall. How'd you do that, man?"
Barista: "Oh... heh."

sarracenia: "Okay, not many points to INT on that one."
Paco: "You can make do."

sarracenia: "Makes me want to put him in my lap and say 'aw baby, tell mommy what yous needs.'"
Paco: *spit-take* O.O -> O.o -> o.O -> >.< "OMG you filthy woman!"

sarracenia: *turns pink* "Or we could give him to your mom."
Paco: "OMG SHUT UP! He kind of looks like me!" >.<

sarracenia: *triumphant laughter*

Later in the car:
Paco: "All I'm sayin' is you could just work on your approach."

sarracenia: "I'm not looking and he's a child."
Paco: "So he's robust and probably willing to learn! Next time I'll help. I'll walk up to him and give him some sweet sayings... like 'GIMME YOUR FUCKING NUMBER YOU LITTLE SHIT!' That'll work."

sarracenia: *Snort*
Paco: "'Here's the deal, scene kid. I'm gonna tie a knot in your cock. If it's long enough to take one, you pass. She'll help you undo it. She won't need hands.'"

sarracenia: *dies*
Paco: "Problem solved."

sunfire1216

09:28 am - Work
Apparently Jackie and Marilyn got into it last week while I was on vacation. Jackie told her that she was brown-nosing for Jozee's hours which threw Marilyn into a frenzy and she called Donna and complained.

On Friday, Marilyn and I worked together. She pulls the same thing on me as last time about Jackie is driving her nuts, she doesn't understand why Jackie hates her, and although she went to Donna, she doesn't want Donna to fire Jackie and that she'll leave the job first. I don't know who she thinks she's fooling because Jackie is on her last chance. If she didn't want Jackie fired then she wouldn't be going to Donna. Jackie is like a wolverine - she finds a weakness (if she doesn't like you; sometimes even if she does) and pokes and prods at it to drive you nuts.

I gave Donna the food order that morning and when she came into the kitchen, I told her that I thought I had marked out mozzerella cheese since I found 2 bags in the freezer - I don't remember if I mentioned any of the crazy stuff that had gone on during stock day on Thursday (I was pouting over not getting my break and my computer going out so maybe not) - we ended up with 3 logs of provolone cheese instead of a bag of shredded mozzerella, one container of chicken base when we were charged for 12 (I told the Hawkeye man that it was the most expensive jar of chicken base that I've ever seen - that was after he used the provolone cheese as a bat. Men.), and sent chicken breast filets in place of cut-up chicken.

Donna said something very general about Jackie and I said I think that she has a problem that her medication isn't helping. She had a problem before but now she's worse - orders the wrong food, does weird things in the kitchen, can't remember anything you say to her, blah blah blah. And Donna asked me if I was still willing - that's precisely what she said, and I'm standing there staring at her because willing to do what? before it dawns on me that she means being the full-time cook. I said sure and she left.

Marilyn came back into the kitchen and I asked if she'd talked to Donna - she said the other day so I told her what Donna said to me and what I thought it meant. Which, again, threw Marilyn into a dramatic fit. She said that she doesn't want Jackie fired and I said I don't think it's her choice anymore. If she can't handle Jackie, that's fine, it's the way things are. But if she doesn't want Jackie fired then she can't go running to Donna every time Jackie says something rude to her. Then Marilyn tells me she doesn't want Jackie fired unless I want her job. Don't be throwing this crap on me. I don't want Jackie fired - I don't want her damn *job* because that'll ruin my half-baked notion to go back to school SOMEDAY. But I'll do what I have to do. She came into the kitchen, asked what I thought she should do and I told her I didn't know. Which is the truth - because I know what I'd do - vent about it at home and to my coworkers and let it go. She refuses to let it go. Nina told me that for weeks after the fight in October, every time she went up front, Marilyn was at the front desk telling Donna that she couldn't work like this anymore.

Anyway. So that's mostly the drama I've been dealing with at work - I like to reiterate that I like my job. It's easy (most of the time - although we are getting ready to start the new menus in January which will throw everything crazy again as we learn each new day. Numerous salads, numerous deserts. Holy shit!) but it's the people that causes it to be a huge turnoff. Today I'm working with BOTH OF THEM FOR EIGHT AND A HALF HOURS....

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