My furry siblings
Mom, Bud and my siblings are out running around in the marvelous spring
Texas weather (a.k.a. HEAVEN)
Jack and Sophie in the back seat (Sophie is sniffing out the window).
The ABCs of fredlet.
A – Age: 39.65384615384615384615384615384615
B – Bed size: Queen (that being said, Bunny takes up most of it)
C – Chore you hate: Putting away laundry.
D – Dog’s name: I borrow other people’s dogs.
E – Essential “start your day” item: COFFEE.
F – Favorite color: Burnt Orange.
G – Gold or Silver: Silver.
H – Height: 5′3″
I – Instruments you play(ed): Piano (in kindergarten)
J – Job title: Geek.
K – Kids: She’s kinda furry.
L – Living arrangements: In a messy apartment.
M – Mom’s name: Mama.
N – Nicknames: fredlet. Tiger. Smartass.
O – Overnight hospital stay other than birth: Once in kindergarten (clearly a busy year for me).
P – Pet Peeve:”Supposably”
Q – Quote from a movie: “When some wild-eyed, eight-foot-tall maniac grabs your neck, taps the back of your favorite head up against the bar room wall, and he looks you crooked in the eye and he asks you if ya paid your dues, you just stare that big sucker right back in the eye, and you remember what ol’ Jack Burton always says at a time like that: “Have ya paid your dues, Jack?” “Yessir, the check is in the mail.” “
R – Right or left handed: Right.
S – Siblings: None that are human.
T – Time you wake up: 10.
U – Underwear: I’m familiar with their work.
V – Vegetable you dislike: cooked broccoli.
W – Ways you run late: Other people.
X – X-rays you’ve had: mouth, shoulder, knees, foot.
Y – Yummy food you make: Please see list.
Z – Zoo favorite:Zoos make me cry. I do like the jellyfish at the Monterey Aquarium.
Today’s (disappointing) realization.
Damn, but I am average.
(I’m turning comments off, I really am not fishing for compliments or arguments to the contrary… but seriously, do you know how many amazing people there are out there? (and this from me… the one who doesn’t like people.) Damn.)
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Bunny on her ‘porch’
Its 87 degrees in the house… She’s apparently warm now and doesn’t need to be in the oven.
I’m too poor now…
but I WANT this rug to continue my Sleeping Gypsy aparment…
Jackson Stripe rug from Crate and Barrel
Much ado about much stuff
Ever notice how 99% of all shower curtains out there are 100% fugly?
Yegods.
My devil duckies shower curtain is rife with the Gorilla tape mending and is also fading a bit. (5 years for a vinyl curtain isn't a bad run actually.)
So after a fruitless search online, I started looking into having a giant vinyl banner of one of my pieces of computer art printed; but I wasn't totally ready to commit to that since it probably would have been over $100 to do that.
Then, I was sitting with Bunny in bed convincing her to eat more (with The Bun, eating is a spectator sport) and stared at my favorite painting on the wall "The Sleeping Gypsy"
and I thought to myself, his robe has every single color I love…wouldn't it be great if I could just find a curtain that was just like his robe?
Well, I did.
Actually, I was at Bed Bath and Beyond looking around (because they were actually open on Easter) and found a marvelous quilt
that I started drooling over that looked like the Sleeping Gypy… then I took a turn around the shower curtains and found the corresponding one to the quilt.
…and while I am very happy about it, I'm done talking about it. ;)
Sandra Cantu:
So, another hideous, horrifying thing has happened in the world, the kidnap, rape and murder of a young girl. This happens a lot, I'm sorry to say.
And while I am disgusted by this whole thing, as are many people, some things get stuck in my craw about this whole lynch mob-sensationalist journalism (and I do use journalism in a VERY loose context, the reporting here is for shit) and the general leaping to conclusions based on facts that we KNOW are incomplete.
And then I see inane comments from people along the lines of "I'm so glad that monster was caught! We should fry her!" All this based on some poorly written article with not even a full paragraph's worth of data in it. And, let's be realistic, you know the police aren't sharing all their findings with us. (Not that I expect them to… but still, people are talking out of their asses here…and not even interesting conspiracy theories either!)
But what if she isn't the real killer and that person is still out there? What happened to "innocent until proven guilty"?
This isn't done people. Hold on to your inanities.
Somali pirates:
Its time for Howitzers on our ships.
I'm just sayin'
In other news I'm back to my PM task of opening a big ol' can of whoopass on a vendor and their developers who think that they never have written code with bugs in it.
Bwaahhahahahaha!
Idiots.
I'll discuss my apartment moving despair later. I'm still wallowing in it now.
Hmmm I smell earthquake
See all those yellow squares?
I’m betting we have something of note soon.
I should have been clearer in my rant:AFTER I move back to the other side of the bay.
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Several days of stuff (snappy title, eh?)
New larval stage family member…
SAT 4/4
I'm sitting here in what I think I have decided is my new favorite piece of clothing.
on my lap), fairly lightweight and probably has some lycra in it.
TUE 4/7
Well, that was an eventful weekend.
I didn't get squat done but was super busy all weekend long.
Monday I was tired, but it wasn't too bad… for a Monday.
Then this morning I walked out to the beast and found my tire cover on the ground.
Naive little optimist that I am (never thought I'd be called optimistic) I thought, "Oh, my poor beleaguered tire cover has finally died from exposure" then I saw 3 bolts that formerly held my spare tire to the rack on the back of my car… and the distinct lack of spare tire on my car and said many bad words primarily involving the paternity/maternity/bad breeding of the punk ass rat-bastards who stole it last night.
Next steps: Called Tex (for sympathy), my office mate(for a heads up I'd be late), my insurance company (to see if it was worth filing a claim,and if it was then the next call was going to be to the Oakland Police Department to file a report) and then I called the building manager (to keep him apprised of the neighborhood's falling approval ratings).
In short, I didn't file an insurance claim, my tire wouldn't have met my deductible (though the cheerful person at my bank/insurance company noted that I was eligible for a new car loan. Thanks, but I'm still coasting on a paid-for-car right now.) My super told me I could file a claim online with the OPD (ok, cool) and so I put my poor tire cover and my 3 little pathetic bolts in my car and drove to work.
I'm sort of mopey and feeling sorry for myself, but I think I'll stick to that reaction rather than my other one that involves lots of malicious ranting and condemnation of the human race in general because I am crabby.
But still…fuck Oakland and fuck the East Bay. It really is a shithole and full of terrible people who throw rocks at you (and reload and throw another handful) on the freeway, who hit and run your car… and many other things that I have dealt with first hand that I never dealt with on the peninsula or in Texas.
Arg.
So I'm on craigslist today looking for a new place to live.
I guess I'll put the room swap on hold.
Damn, that was going to be cool. I finally figured out a way for Tex to be interested in it, too.
