I’ve gotten some highly amusing animated gifs and video files as forwards at work lately. So, if you’re ready for a page to load up several megs’ worth of bitch-slapping, fire-eating, and other random carnage, read on.
Continue reading
Category Archives: randomness
random ramblings of Yours Truly.
Waterville Community Garage Sale 2005
Last year, we got a fairly decent haul. The year before was crap. The couple years before that were phenomenal.
This year? Good. Definitely good.
As with last year, we started out at the St. John’s Jesuit High School Garage Sale. Unlike last year, both Aaron and I found some stuff of interest:
+ The Best From Fantasy and Science Fiction, Edward L. Ferman, Ed.
+ Star Trek: Legacy by Michael Jan Friedman
+ World’s Best Science Fiction: 1971, D. Wollheim and T. Carr, Ed.
+ Galactic Empires, Volume 1, Brian Aldiss, Ed.
+ A Few Minutes With Andy Rooney by Andy Rooney
Yeah, we’re sci-fi geeks. *shrug*
We got to Waterville around 10:30am, which is impressively early for Aaron and myself on a Saturday. We started around the Kroger, which is a different end of town from our usual haunts. Good thing, though, because we ended up finding a *fantastic* neighborhood with tons of sales. We must have walked for an hour or more without even moving the car. Finally moved to a different ‘hood, then got lunch at Kam Wah (excellent Chinese food), then tried to hit a few more sales, but were just too saled-out to keep plugging away by 3:00 or 3:30pm. But we got a righteous haul this year:
+ PlayStation console, no cables, works, $1
+ Palm IIIc with accessories, works, $15
+ small apple basket (which served to carry sale items)
+ mechanical metronome (not the electronic kind)
+ Game Boy Secret Codes
+ random assortment of terra cotta clay pots
+ metal watering can (to be used as a planter)
+ Sam Kinison VHS tape
+ Tae Bo VHS tape
+ two 45’s and eight LP’s
I must be forgetting something… Anyway, yeah. Good haul, beautiful day, great weather, and (as always) quality time with my Honey Muffin. 😀
:: ZZZzzz ::
Man… I get tired so early anymore. It’s not even 9:30 yet, and already I’m primed to go flop down on the couch with a book and some sort of snack and chill out for the evening. I’m such a lightweight. *sigh*
On the agenda for the weekend: Tomorrow is the Waterville Community Garage Sale, which has become an annual Schnuth expedition. We’re planning to start on a different side of town this year, though, because the neighborhood we frequent every year is getting a little stale.
On Sunday, we’ll be doing our laundry and shopping a little earlier than usual, so we can visit Sheryl in her packed-up apartment in Perrysburg and bring her some empty boxes. And drive her to get packing tape and trash bags and other randomness. And go to dinner with her at Chili’s or some other sit-down place. Good stuff.
But for now, I’ll be heading upstairs to crash on the couch with my book, dissatisfied with myself for not having done anything of import this evening.
Underachieving
I hate it when I can’t manage to finish just a few simple tasks that I set for myself. There were only a few things I wanted to accomplish tonight after work, and I didn’t successfully complete one. I started most of them, and got distracted as I went along.
As I cooked my dinner, I started to clear all my junk off of the kitchen table, and found a paperback and a dust jacket that belonged up in the library/media room (where our books and DVDs and 8-tracks and games and such live). As I put those away, I remembered that I hadn’t watered my plants in a couple of days, so I got out the little plastic watering can and gave them all a well-deserved drink. And so on.
Didn’t finish cleaning off the kitchen table.
Didn’t clean my desk.
Didn’t wash the silverware like Aaron asked.
While I was doing other random things, like boiling eggs and making a salad for tomorrow’s lunch, I was also making candles. That doesn’t take much supervision—it’s mainly hurry up and wait—so I figured I was good. I came back into the kitchen once the wax was melted, added just the right dyes, measured out the fragrance, and poured the candles at just the right moment during the cooling process.
Without adding the fragrance to the wax. *facepalm*
So, Mark, I apologize for the weirdness of your candle, but I had to dump the fragrance into an already-cooling candle. I ended up with some pretty funky tealights, too.
So, yeah. Not a terribly good or productive evening. And now it’s time for bed. Blah.
Happy Birthday To Me!
When I was little, I would get excited about my birthday, just like all kids do. As I got older, and grew to expect less out of birthdays, I got less enthused about them in advance. After all, what’s the point of getting worked up just to get let down? These days, I go into birthdays expecting a day like any other; then, if something good happens, I’m pleasantly surprised.
Today, I was pleasantly surprised.
I’d already gotten my iPod from Aaron, thanks to my managing to ruin the surprise. I knew something was up with Sheryl, because earlier this week she’d asked where my office was. I also knew that our department was planning a pizza party for lunch, because Holly couldn’t keep it a secret, and had to know what kind of pizza I liked. So, I knew something was up before I even came in this morning.
I’d thought maybe the early arrivers would decorate my cube before I got to work—but no. I arrived to two cards (one from the whole department and one from Scott) and a lucky bamboo plant (also from Scott). That was cool. I put water in my bamboo plant’s little home and prepared to start my workday.
Not long after, I got a hand on my shoulder and a “Boo!” shouted at me (in an indoor voice, of course). I offered the standard reply, “Boo who?” before I turned around—and, holy shit, it’s Sheryl! She brought me two pots of mini daffodils and a gift card to Lane Bryant! *squee* She hung around for a couple minutes before going back out and heading to work (but not before talking to Rob Wozniak, who didn’t recognize her at first).
I coasted on a good mood for the rest of the day, enjoying my springy cubicle and the Twinkie tiramisu Scott made and the pizza for lunch and… yeah. It was a good birthday. At least, as good as having a birthday at work can be. 😛
And now, the documentation:
My shelf is all springy now! Daffodils from Sheryls in back and bamboo from Scott in front.
I put the other daffodils by my computer, so I could look at them all day. I actually took this pot home with me after work, though.
My birthday cards: The one on the left is from my coworkers, and the inside reads: “Smells just like a birthday card, doesn’t it?” or something to that effect. The one on the right is from Scott, and the inside reads: “Forget about that low-carb diet!” Heh. Then there’s the gift card from Sheryl in front there.
OMFG. Twinkie-misu. Twinkies cut in half, soaked in espresso (or strong coffee), layered on the bottom of a 9×13 pan. Coffee ice cream on top, Kahlua (if you’re not at work), Cool Whip, with mocha fudge drizzled and chocolate crumbled on top. To. Die. For. (Assuming you like coffee.)
Good day. Yeah. And Amy’s coming over tomorrow! Yay for birthday weekends!