Yesterday I got sneered at on a Who fanpage on Facebook for expressing my love of Victorian lesbian lizard crimefighters; it made me roll my eyes briefly. I can't be arsed to try and tell a bunch of oldschool fanboys why I think Madame Vastra and Jenny deserve their own show, but I want to link you guys this awesome fic that was today's rec from [livejournal.com profile] calufrax. It made me happy.


Also, I have coffee today after two days of tea instead owing to grocery stretch fail; it's an AWESOME FEELING. I actually still feel kind of crappy but I was still dancing at my dogs after the first mug. YAYYYY COFFEE, IT MAKES EVERYTHING BETTER.
Yesterday I got sneered at on a Who fanpage on Facebook for expressing my love of Victorian lesbian lizard crimefighters; it made me roll me eyes briefly. I can't be arsed to try and tell a bunch of oldschool fanboys why I think Madame Vastra and Jenny deserve their own show, but I want to link you guys this awesome fic that was today's rec from [livejournal.com profile] calufrax. It made me happy.


Also, I have coffee today after two days of tea instead owing to grocery stretch fail; it's an AWESOME FEELING. I actually still feel kind of crappy but I was still dancing at my dogs after the first mug. YAYYYY COFFEE, IT MAKES EVERYTHING BETTER.
lizblackdog: (Daleks)
( Jul. 20th, 2009 04:20 pm)
...so. Some people get to have beautiful space and time ships that can hold a banquet hall, three spare console rooms, a garden, a room-sized model railway set and a small lake.

Me, I have a dimensionally transcendent coffee mug. Like the TARDIS, some of its functions are less than reliable; if I'm actually drinking the fucking coffee I'll find it holds no more than half a pint. It's only when I knock the sodding thing over and a bloody great coffee tsunami washes half my living room away it reveals its true nature.

Still, it forced me to finally dejunk and clean off my desktop, and since I had to do that anyway I'd run out of excuses not to replace my old monitor with the new (to me) flatscreen one that my mother Slaighted acquired for an extremely low price from her friend Nigel. So I has shiny clean desk and shiny new monitor.

And yet another reason to think fondly of my dear old friend that sent me my washable coffee-proof bendy keyboard. I LOVE YOU.
lizblackdog: (Daleks)
( Jul. 20th, 2009 04:20 pm)
...so. Some people get to have beautiful space and time ships that can hold a banquet hall, three spare console rooms, a garden, a room-sized model railway set and a small lake.

Me, I have a dimensionally transcendent coffee mug. Like the TARDIS, some of its functions are less than reliable; if I'm actually drinking the fucking coffee I'll find it holds no more than half a pint. It's only when I knock the sodding thing over and a bloody great coffee tsunami washes half my living room away it reveals its true nature.

Still, it forced me to finally dejunk and clean off my desktop, and since I had to do that anyway I'd run out of excuses not to replace my old monitor with the new (to me) flatscreen one that my mother Slaighted acquired for an extremely low price from her friend Nigel. So I has shiny clean desk and shiny new monitor.

And yet another reason to think fondly of my dear old friend that sent me my washable coffee-proof bendy keyboard. I LOVE YOU.
GUH. I went shopping tonight because I was completely out of coffee. I staggered back home with three tons of groceries (I got a whole bunch of really good reduced for quick sale deals!) two weeks' worth of tobacco and Wintersmith.

guess what I forgot to buy? AAAAAUGH!
GUH. I went shopping tonight because I was completely out of coffee. I staggered back home with three tons of groceries (I got a whole bunch of really good reduced for quick sale deals!) two weeks' worth of tobacco and Wintersmith.

guess what I forgot to buy? AAAAAUGH!
The foundations of reality are trembling. I am cutting down on coffee.

Mainly because I couldn't afford both coffee and cat litter this week, and the cat litter won. You can only ask a moggy to shit on shredded newspaper for so long, even if she was sprung on you unexpected.

Also, I was starting to wonder if five pints of black coffee a day might have been sapping my vitality. Sadly, I might have been right. I only had one pint yesterday and I did, actually, feel better.

Bloody 'ell. I'm scared I might find myself giving up smoking if this keeps up.

Jobs for today: finish the pimp entries, redo journal layout, sort out vet paperwork so I can register Cassie with my vet and make an appointment to have her checked out and find out how cheaply I can get her spayed.
The foundations of reality are trembling. I am cutting down on coffee.

Mainly because I couldn't afford both coffee and cat litter this week, and the cat litter won. You can only ask a moggy to shit on shredded newspaper for so long, even if she was sprung on you unexpected.

Also, I was starting to wonder if five pints of black coffee a day might have been sapping my vitality. Sadly, I might have been right. I only had one pint yesterday and I did, actually, feel better.

Bloody 'ell. I'm scared I might find myself giving up smoking if this keeps up.

Jobs for today: finish the pimp entries, redo journal layout, sort out vet paperwork so I can register Cassie with my vet and make an appointment to have her checked out and find out how cheaply I can get her spayed.
BROKE MY FUCKING COFFEE MUG! Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting

fucking left arm wasn't quite strong enough. aaaaaaaaargh.

one of the TrekBBS Loungepeople sent me a link with some elbow-improving exercises. Now I just have to get my head together enough to do them...

going to a party tonight. a tad nervous but YAY!! Swingers!
BROKE MY FUCKING COFFEE MUG! Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting

fucking left arm wasn't quite strong enough. aaaaaaaaargh.

one of the TrekBBS Loungepeople sent me a link with some elbow-improving exercises. Now I just have to get my head together enough to do them...

going to a party tonight. a tad nervous but YAY!! Swingers!
bleurgh.

Moving the coffee machine into the bedroom jogged something loose in its interior, and the water wouldn't drip through unless I sat there pressing down on the top of it with my hand. I never realised before that a pot of coffee actually took seventeen years to drip through.

Thankfully, sometime in the final year of this performance, I felt something click and it started to work normally again, which was lucky. I might have had to go on a caffeine-deprived murderous rampage and that sort of thing's not only hell on the nails, it'd probably violate my tenancy agreement to boot.

Work on the kitchen continues. Got two nice men who are Spike and Squish's New Best Friends replacing all the lights and electric sockets today, some more men are coming later to fit the units, and a new bunch are coming Tuesdayish to repaint. I need to buy paint before then if I don't want them to inflict more magnolia on me. The council offers four colour choices, but since none of them are grey they can keep it - I will, however, seize the chance to have someone do the work for me. And pick their brains about the practical details of doing the rest of the flat while I'm at it.

Am planning to hit the naked sauna this evening. YAYYY!!!
bleurgh.

Moving the coffee machine into the bedroom jogged something loose in its interior, and the water wouldn't drip through unless I sat there pressing down on the top of it with my hand. I never realised before that a pot of coffee actually took seventeen years to drip through.

Thankfully, sometime in the final year of this performance, I felt something click and it started to work normally again, which was lucky. I might have had to go on a caffeine-deprived murderous rampage and that sort of thing's not only hell on the nails, it'd probably violate my tenancy agreement to boot.

Work on the kitchen continues. Got two nice men who are Spike and Squish's New Best Friends replacing all the lights and electric sockets today, some more men are coming later to fit the units, and a new bunch are coming Tuesdayish to repaint. I need to buy paint before then if I don't want them to inflict more magnolia on me. The council offers four colour choices, but since none of them are grey they can keep it - I will, however, seize the chance to have someone do the work for me. And pick their brains about the practical details of doing the rest of the flat while I'm at it.

Am planning to hit the naked sauna this evening. YAYYY!!!
Am tempted to post the lyrics to this song, it's just so very perfect.

Strange day. I'm coming into one of my depressive spells (note to self, pick up tablets on Monday) so all I really wanted to do was lie around and drink coffee, but I had to go and join my family for the evening to celebrate youngest sister E's birthday at Cafe Rouge in Westbourne. Luckily it was brief, since other sister T is in whelp and grouchier than usual - none of us thought that was even possible, but apparently it is. Also she and Mum entertained us by discussing childbirth over dinner while sister E (who feels like I do about reproduction) and I made puke faces at each other over the bread rolls. T didn't notice, she was too busy complaining about the smell of garlic and cooing over the screeching snotgoblin some other patrons had thoughtfully brought in with them.

That sound you hear is my Fallopian tubes spontaneously tying themselves...

Odd random conversations. On the way over to Mum's with the dogs, I stopped to buy sister E a box of fudge from a little stall selling it outside M&S - the bloke on the stall admired Spike when he jumped up, and that led into a long conversation with him and his partner (the vibe I got was that of more than just a business partner, but who knows) about their new Vizsla puppy, which they're feeding raw... the partner handed off the box wrapping to the first guy and came round to squee over Squish and discuss organic butchers, offal and RMBs with me instead. The puppy's named Candy because they make their living selling fudge - hope I get to meet her some time.

And later, on the way home from Mum's with the dogs, stopped to chat to a friend on the Castlepoint car park maintenance crew, and ended up discussing BDSM and kinky sex at 2am in the car park. (Discussing, not having - sorry to disappoint, but I did have the dogs with me and he was on the clock...) Told him when and where to find the Bournemouth Munch, though - with a bit of luck he'll come along to the next one.

Today I owe thanks to [livejournal.com profile] ulva, [livejournal.com profile] photocat_0923 and [livejournal.com profile] james_the_evil1 for cheering me up, and especially to [livejournal.com profile] topbit for kindness above and beyond the call of duty. Thank you.

And now I'm going to be all self indulgent and post the lyrics to that song )

Edit: Listen to it yourself, it's fuckin' great: http://s62.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=33IQT5J5IOTGB1YHHOT6HG2M68
Am tempted to post the lyrics to this song, it's just so very perfect.

Strange day. I'm coming into one of my depressive spells (note to self, pick up tablets on Monday) so all I really wanted to do was lie around and drink coffee, but I had to go and join my family for the evening to celebrate youngest sister E's birthday at Cafe Rouge in Westbourne. Luckily it was brief, since other sister T is in whelp and grouchier than usual - none of us thought that was even possible, but apparently it is. Also she and Mum entertained us by discussing childbirth over dinner while sister E (who feels like I do about reproduction) and I made puke faces at each other over the bread rolls. T didn't notice, she was too busy complaining about the smell of garlic and cooing over the screeching snotgoblin some other patrons had thoughtfully brought in with them.

That sound you hear is my Fallopian tubes spontaneously tying themselves...

Odd random conversations. On the way over to Mum's with the dogs, I stopped to buy sister E a box of fudge from a little stall selling it outside M&S - the bloke on the stall admired Spike when he jumped up, and that led into a long conversation with him and his partner (the vibe I got was that of more than just a business partner, but who knows) about their new Vizsla puppy, which they're feeding raw... the partner handed off the box wrapping to the first guy and came round to squee over Squish and discuss organic butchers, offal and RMBs with me instead. The puppy's named Candy because they make their living selling fudge - hope I get to meet her some time.

And later, on the way home from Mum's with the dogs, stopped to chat to a friend on the Castlepoint car park maintenance crew, and ended up discussing BDSM and kinky sex at 2am in the car park. (Discussing, not having - sorry to disappoint, but I did have the dogs with me and he was on the clock...) Told him when and where to find the Bournemouth Munch, though - with a bit of luck he'll come along to the next one.

Today I owe thanks to [livejournal.com profile] ulva, [livejournal.com profile] photocat_0923 and [livejournal.com profile] james_the_evil1 for cheering me up, and especially to [livejournal.com profile] topbit for kindness above and beyond the call of duty. Thank you.

And now I'm going to be all self indulgent and post the lyrics to that song )

Edit: Listen to it yourself, it's fuckin' great: http://s62.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=33IQT5J5IOTGB1YHHOT6HG2M68
...an honourable compromise. Made half a pot of coffee.
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