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13 Jul 2009|01:14pm |
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I cannot take another five days with this dog. I went to take a shower this morning and found a pile of dog shit on the floor. It managed to get the bedroom door open at 3am this morning and woke me up. UG and I are arguing about the damn thing constantly.
I want it gone.
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| This is why I'm a cat person |
12 Jul 2009|02:10pm |
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We're looking after the MIL's dog while she takes the girls camping. The thing has been here less than 24 hours and it's already knocked over the kitchen bin, shed hair in my bed and eaten a whole packet of Victory Vs.
It's now lying on the living room rug and farting.
How do people live with these things? It's like having a stinky uncommunicative child who never learns to behave and can't comprehend the consequences of their actions.
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| Decisions |
12 Jul 2009|02:16am |
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All the free time I'd accumulated with Servage runs out on Monday. Do I really want to buy more? I don't need all that space, and it's not like I'm as active as I used to be now that I build websites for a living. Argh, hard thinking required. Posted via LiveJournal.app.
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| *bloat* |
11 Jul 2009|04:14pm |
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A Subway just opened in Shinytown. It's not likely to last - there's too much local loyalty to Baguette Express (which is also considerably cheaper), but I decided to give it it a try. One foot-long meatball marinara sub later and I'm feeling pleasantly bloated.
Mmmm, Subway, please don't go out of business too quickly.
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| Just for the record - no real reason. |
11 Jul 2009|03:33pm |
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I would like to point out that I like pointless deaths in movies, TV shows and books. People die in stupid pointless ways every day in meat-space, and making each fictional death mean something, with accompanying high drama, may give us a buzz but gets to be numbing after a while. What's one great sacrifice among the other 50 you've seen/read that week?
It makes the pointless deaths all that more shocking, I suppose.
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| Decisions |
10 Jul 2009|10:06pm |
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So... do I completely rewrite my ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) apocalyptothon story, or do I pretend the last 5 days didn't happen?
And if I pretend the last five days didn't happen, will they still ruin my favourite line? (yes)
Can I write a whole new story and get it beta read in 24 hours? (doubtful)
Can I finish the story knowing what I know? (I have no idea)
Am I in the mood to write at all? (fuck no)
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| ... |
10 Jul 2009|10:00pm |
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meh
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| Oh fuck moment |
10 Jul 2009|05:31pm |
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I just need to finish off my Torchwood apocalyptothon story, get it beta'd (any volunteers?) and send it...
OH FUCK
Guess who just got Jossed?
DENIAL DENIAL DENIAL. It's the only option.
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09 Jul 2009|10:42pm |
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I'm distracting myself from the AUGH! by reading really really bad Merlin fanfic. I'm reading an AU set in Victorian England right now that has people drinking mead and carrying around swords. WTF?
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| WTF Amazon? |
08 Jul 2009|10:53pm |
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I wanted to buy a surprise for a friend in the US, so I went to her Amazon wishlist. I put the thing in the cart, went to the checkout, and... no gift address. This is an on-line friend, I don't know her meat-space addy, and if I ask her it will ruin the surprise.
Is this new? Since when does Amazon disable gift addresses when you're buying outside your own country? Or am I cocking up?
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| 10% |
08 Jul 2009|10:22pm |
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Got fed up with the sutures and removed them myself. Ahhhh... the relief. UG was moderately disturbed to find me leaning over the bathroom sink with tweezers and scissors in my mouth. But considering the wide range of disturbing things he's seen me do in the last 16 years, he just shrugged and used the other bathroom.
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| Argh! Enough already! |
07 Jul 2009|10:50pm |
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I have a loose stitch in the back of my mouth, and it's driving me crazy. Everything back there has healed up to the point where the undissolved stitches are making the gum itchy, and there's a long trailing bit of suture that keeps tickling the back of my tongue.
I am this close to going in there with my old lab kit and taking the damned things out myself. If it wasn't for the fact that I know all the revolting places my surgical scissors have been I'd have done it already.
And BTW - Torchwood on a 47" screen... Oh yeah :)
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| Rain! |
05 Jul 2009|08:52pm |
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At last, the unbearable heat is over. After a week of ridiculously hot weather, it has finally rained. And then some.
Cool air... lovely :)
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| My Brute |
05 Jul 2009|05:53pm |
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Do any of you play My Brute?
If you do, care to join my dojo? Code: FHFJGHFE
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| I fail at Facebook |
05 Jul 2009|01:34pm |
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I attended Napier Polytechnic 89-90, Heriott-Watt University 91-92, Napier University 92-94 and Barnsley College 05-07. Can I find anyone I know on Facebook?
Nope.
Six years in tertiary education, and I have no Facebook connections from those years.
Fail fail fail.
I did however find Spawn #2's teacher. Apparently she was the year above me the first time I went to Napier. Small world.
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| Noswaith dda |
04 Jul 2009|11:27pm |
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Must. Stop. Playing. With. Oral Stitches.
Seriously, they've only been in since Wednesday, and I'm in danger of pulling them out already. Seven to ten days they're supposed to last, not three.
Anyway, today was my grandfather's 90th birthday, so we had a party at his nursing home. He got a bit emotional and uberWelsh, which isn't great when (like me) you don't actually speak any Welsh at all. Listening to high speed over-emotional Welsh is a bit like listening to someone tune in an analogue TV, with phlegm.
I met my little brother's girlfriend, and she's really nice. The whole family hopes he marries her before she gets away. She managed to withstand the whole family at once, including all the alcoholics, autistic spectrum disorders, and people who lost the ability to speak English. She's a psychologist, so she's either used to it, or we're being studied.
We didn't point out all the little genetic 'surprises' in our gene pool (pointy ears, webbed fingers, ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) angiv can do 'live long and prosper' with her toes). Enough time for that when she has her own flipper baby to add to the general oddness.
I wore really big shoes with a three inch heel, which was a hoot. All the Welsh relatives are under five feet tall, and the Scottish ones are mostly under five feet three. Five feet seven in three inch heels - I felt like a giraffe. Uncle Mol's head was about level with my pancreas. Bwah!
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| HA! |
04 Jul 2009|02:26am |
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I got a reply to my WTF??? e-mail to the SG Fan Awards mods. Rather condescending one too, informing me that they didn't feel they needed permission to embed my story in their website because they were using frames. They told me they weren't imposing their own CSS on my webpage, they were just 'disabling white backgrounds' and it was 'only a problem with IE' (which is funny, because that must mean my Firefox has magically transformed into IE).
- Because putting someone else's website in your frame doesn't embed it in your website.
- And because disabling someone's CSS doesn't mean you're altering anything.
- And only 60% of the population use IE, so web developers don't need to ensure their code works in IE (or Firefox, apparently).
Strange that I didn't know that, what with me building websites for a living and all.
The e-mail ended with an invitation to have my nomination removed. Rather than give them the satisfaction, I coded my page background to pink and added a target_"blank" tag to the first page.
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| WTF?!?!? |
03 Jul 2009|03:56pm |
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What the hell is up with the SG Fan Awards? Not only have they embedded Rodney McKay's Scrapbook of Death in their website without my permission (I only gave them permission to link to it), they're imposing their own CSS on the embedded page. Not good when your graphic story is designed for a white background and they're displaying on a dark blue background.
It's completely unreadable!
WTF?
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| Oral trauma. |
01 Jul 2009|03:44pm |
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So... I had an impacted wisdom tooth removed today. The roots were large and curved, so I saw the oral surgeon. While in the waiting room a woman came in clutching a blood-soaked towel to her face. I assumed she'd been in an accident, but no - she had a wisdom tooth extracted in the morning, and all the blood was because she'd sneezed and burst open her stitches.
eep
I went in and the surgeon was very nice - he showed me the X-ray and explained that he would be cutting into the gum and blah blah blah. So then he started working. And yanking. And pressing. And making me sweat in fear. After ten minutes of the tooth not coming out at all he told me he was going to cut the tooth up and take out the roots separately.
So there was drilling, and blood spatter flying across the room, and the tooth still wouldn't come out. At this point he was getting very apologetic, and carefully informed me he was going to have to remove some bone to get the tooth out.
Visions of me sitting in the waiting room holding a blood-soaked towel to my face filled my head, but I just gave him a thumbs up and prayed for a quick death.
There was more grinding and jabbing and finally I heard the magic words: 'that's it, at last'. Closely followed by 'wow, I've never seen that before!'
Turns out my roots weren't just curved, they were fused together at the ends, making a circle. That tooth wasn't just impacted, it was looped through the bone. Apparently he's going to get it photographed so it can be used as a training slide.
I'm home now, and dosed up with pain killers. So far I haven't raided angiv's extra strong codeine stash, but it's good to know it's there, just in case.
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