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I be mad stylin', yo. - Diary of a Necromancer
Excuse me, I'm making perfect sense, you're just not keeping up
I be mad stylin', yo.
...Whereupon my DSL connection promptly keeled over in embarassment, briefly taking the house landline with it. The absurdity of having only all-online tech support for trying to diagnose why one's connection isn't working has been amply remarked upon, I believe. Seems to be more or less working now [Err, well, spoke too soon, it went out again just as I had typed that :(], though, so one can only speculate that the interruption in service had something to do with whatever Zombie Techie was assigned to change all the clocks over at the DSL exchange... {sigh}

I decided, while putting myself together to head down to ilwitchgrrl's moviefest, that the packet of face-crayons still lurking in the medicine cabinet from last Halloween would do for drawing on a goatee to go with the new Jayne Hat, so on the grounds that a bad Jayne Cobb would be preferable to trying to fit a fully extended umbrella into our car somehow with donia in the back seat, that's what I went with/as; which means that the jellyfish costume is still unimplemented, unless I muster the energy to head down to the Big Gay Halloween Parade tonight with it. Maybe next year, though, I'm not feeling very go-outsidey right now. Just as well, probably, because I just had a last-minute flash of inspiration as to how to improve upon the basic jellyfish notion, and it involves some apparatus I don't have on hand at the moment...

We came home from the party quite early and crashed almost immediately, which meant that we were both awake at a positively unholy hour on Sunday morning, so we decided to seize the opportunity to tackle a bunch of errands that have been getting put off for time considerations for months now, such as having a proper haircut before I go blind. (It's a little too short now, actually, but that means I can go longer before I need the next one, I guess...) Also accomplished the monumental task of finding winter coats and boots for us both, which as usual involved wandering through a Burlington Coat Factory wailing in despair that prostitutes have more taste than to wear some of these offerings. Once again I ended up with a mens' overcoat because of my shoulders, but this one is at least A) a warmer cashmere-blend fabric and B) buttons-up higher than my navel. If it had buttons, which it currently doesn't. But it was the only suitable coat in anywhere near my size, so I figured what the hell, the buttons it was born with were probably fugly anyway and I do, more or less, know how to sew on a button. Sort of.

I also got a new pair of shoes, solely because the insides of the Chucks I've been grudgingly tolerating all year are worn down to the rubber at the backs of the heels and so I feel it best to be prepared beforehand for their inevitable disintegration. Their replacements are also Chucks, and even fuglier, if that's possible, but I'd rather put up with a $30 fugly shoe for another year than a $70 or $90 fugly shoe. (For the record, I have now been trying to outwait the current Dark Age of Fugly Sneaker Design for about ten years...) The new Chucks, BTW, are pink. And gray. Pink and gray. They have an appointment with a couple of tubes of fabric paint just as soon as I can sort out where everything landed when we came in last night. (Which inspired me, so long as the DSL had gone out on me again, to spend the morning delving for and clearing out the carton of dried-out old fabric paint squeezies that had gotten shoved into the bottom of the hall-cupboard when we moved here, which in turn led to the discovery of an eight-year-old stash of catnip, which I decided to pour into a sock to make a catnip-doobie not much smaller than the doobie in History of the World Part I. The cats are now rocketing around the house like they're seeing little pink Cheeches and Chongs, and may need to be separated before they kill each other.)

Also, did one load of laundry, and read most of Anansi Boys while I was waiting. So, very productive Sunday, all told, but it does seem to take getting up at 3AM to get anything done.

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donia From: donia Date: November 1st, 2005 04:06 am (UTC) (permalink this entry)
Thanks for driving me out there or, rather, having your mum drive me out there. Thankfully, you didn't stay longer. "Last House On The Left" was a little too much for a couple of us to stomach, so we sat upstairs for a good portion of the movie, trying not to let it ruin our appetite for pizza.
robling_t From: robling_t Date: November 1st, 2005 10:44 am (UTC) (permalink this entry)
Yeah, I may be a chicken, but I've heard that that's a particularly bad one.
donia From: donia Date: November 2nd, 2005 01:58 am (UTC) (permalink this entry)
Call me cowardly, but long, graphic rape scenes just make me physically ill.
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robling_t From: robling_t Date: November 1st, 2005 10:50 am (UTC) (permalink this entry)
Sort of meh; it felt like it was trying to take a running leap out of the YA section and couldn't quite sustain the altitude to pull it off. (Holly Black's Valiant is actually darker and it's filed over in YA...) Lightweight, I guess is what I'm trying to say, so don't go in expecting another American Gods. I did finish it, which is more than a lot of books get from me as my ADD gets worse from all this Internet, but I'm kind of glad it was a library book, overall.
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