primroseburrows: (group w)
I'm too sick to work (seriously, I'd cough and sneeze all over everyone. It wouldn't be pretty), but not sick enough not to be bored out of my skull from not having energy to do something, but not feeling sick enough to do nothing but lie around. So I made bread.

It's a doctored-up version of this. I used maple syrup instead of honey, half-and-half instead of buttermilk, and I left out the raisins (because I was also too sick to go shopping for ingredients). And does 'white whole wheat flour' actually exist? One of you guys must know this. I used all whole wheat, in any case, and made two smaller loaves instead of one big one. Yum.
primroseburrows: (nibbles woodaway)
Very nice cashier at The Grateful Heart: Did you see the new show based on The Witches of Eastwick??

Me: *gives review that is basically a giant pimpage of Paul Gross*

VNC: *actually looks interested* Did you know that the name "Eastwick" is an amalgam of East Greenwich and Wickford, RI?

Me: OMGNO!

VNC: Yeah, John Updike's ancestors are from here. There's even an Updike Park named for them. And Wickford's original name was Updike's Newtown.

Me: Woah. Really?

VNC: Yeah.

Here, have a pretty picture of Wickford:




In other news, it's time to unclog my drain. I bought some of this. *crosses fingers*
primroseburrows: (dS: DNF Vecchio)
Yeah, this is about me. But it's also about most Americans.


So day before yesterday I go to a cardiologist, because with my family history it seemed like a good idea to me and my neurologist. So I drive all the way down to Westerly, and the cardiologist (who is also my mom's cardiologist) says that except for a teeny bit wonky EKG that he and my primary doc both think is not a problem, everything looks good. He was, however, worried about my family history (mom's had a bypass, pacemaker, stent; her mother died from a heart attack, my paternal grandmother died of congestive heart failure, paternal grandfather of a heart attack, etc., etc.).

So he orders a nuclear stress test, to get a baseline and to catch anything he might have missed. And he says if my insurance company won't cover the nuclear version, he'd give me a lesser test that they would cover. Which was fine with me, and I made my appointment for next week. Well. I go to pay and to check about which test my insurance will cover, and, whoops. My insurance won't cover any test at all. I don't quite understand why I was officially refused, but apparently it was something like I wasn't sick enough. The test costs three thousand dollars without insurance.

Now. My insurance used to be Healthmate Coast-to-Coast, but Care New England apparently had a spat with Blue Cross about what patients they'd cover, and threw them out and got us Tufts, whose plans suck. Well. It seems that they've kissed and made up, because as of Jan. 1, I can have Healthmate again. The problem is, now I have to wait until January to find out if my DNA is turning on any switches in my body. And if Healthmate doesn't cover it, I may have to wait until I'm symptomatic before any tests are done.

The next day I went to a rally.

Here's a message for the Obama is Che Guevarra AND Hitler reincarnated crowd: When you're lying about American healthcare reform, DO NOT TALK TO ME ABOUT WAIT TIMES, ASSHATS.
primroseburrows: (group w)
Haven't done a random post of randomness in a while. Okay, here goes:

  • First of all, I sort of wrote something for the Badfic Challenge over at [livejournal.com profile] ds_flashfiction. Heartfelt shoutouts and/or apologies to Garrison Keillor, et. al. Warning: It's crack, pure and simple.

  • Speaking of Garrison Keillor, I heard today that he's suffered a small stroke. Apparently he's going to be okay and back to work soon. Definitely sending him good thoughts (and not saying a word about my story, which would likely give him a heart attack on top of things).

  • Last night I stayed up late finishing Cormac McCarthy's The Road. I really liked it, once I got past the prose style. There are no apostrophes and no quotation marks, which at first was off-putting, but really helps illustrate the bleak, pared-down world the main characters are walking through. I definitely recommend the book, although I'm not sure if it's Pulitzer Prize material. Don't let this put you off, though, because I don't think the Dark Tower is Pulitzer Prize material, either, and it's the Tale O' My Heart. If you like bleak, post-apocalyptic stories (and I do, oh, yes, I do!), this one's for you. Oh, and Viggo Mortenson is going to play the father in the movie version. This is all kinds of happy-making, Y? Y.

    ETA There's a TRAILER!



  • I've been having a torrid, obsessive love afair with Bruce Cockburn's music ever since [livejournal.com profile] songdog gave me a copy of The Charity of Night. Bruce is one of those guys I've known about since forever, and he even wrote a couple of my favourites ("If I had a Rocket Launcher" and "Call it Democracy"), but I've never really delved too deeply into his music before. And he's gooood, like, really, and he does that think-y, dark stuff I love. Here, see for yourself:



  • On a related note, [livejournal.com profile] peacey turned me onto DivShare, and I really love it. It does what Box.net used to do that either it doesn't do anymore or I can't figure out how to do it. I think I'm going to follow her lead and start posting a song of the day (it'll be the ADD version of Song of the Day, mind you, which may or may not be posted every day, or limited to once a day when it is). I'll try to refrain from making it All Bruce Cockburn, All the Time (see above re: torrid, obsessive love affair).

  • I went to my first choir rehearsal tonight. I think there's one person younger than me, and the rest are all over sixty. Still, I get to sing, and everyone's really nice, and it'll make me go to church, and I like church.

  • Tomorrow is my first RI Council meeting of MoveOn. I feel like I'm finally doing something besides mouthing off about stuff. And who knows, maybe somewhere in Washington the CIA will have a case study, in black and white, of my fingerprints. ;)

  • I need to pick up some more shifts. I've been lazy about doing it since I got back from Toronto, and it shows in my bank account. Bleh. I wish I were independently wealthy.

  • Oh, yeah, and speaking of Toronto, I did take pictures there (and also in London and Stratford), and I will definitely be posting them (the pics of [livejournal.com profile] mr_t00by are themselves worth the price of admission (if there was a price for admission, that is).
primroseburrows: (last night)
Currently having issues with sitting down for any appreciable amount of time. I'm still working on the betas I'm doing, but it's taking a bit of time--rest assured, I have been working on them. When I'm home I'm going to try to rig up something that will let me use my keyboard from a more comfortable position. Replies are coming, you guys, I promise!

I'm trying to see if I can get TDI. My nurse manager advised it and I think she's right, even though I'd have to wait three weeks or so for any benefits whatsoever because the State of RI and Providence Plantations is slowass. Still, it's better than working when I'm no good to myself or my patients.

However, I still have to work THIS shift which makes no sense, because I'm seriously not sure if I'm going to fall down, pass out, throw up, or all three. And then there's driving home, which means sitting for over an hour AND clutching and braking and going over bumps. Yes, this is me whining. Sorry about that.
primroseburrows: (typing)
Pain Update: Seems to be quite a bit better today. The only time I was in pain that was yellworthy was right after I got out of bed this morning. Right now I'd say it's at about a four or five, and that's sitting down, which I haven't been able to do hardly at all for the past couple of days.

I haven't taken pain meds since early this morning, either, which is another good sign. The tiredness from the meds, though, that keeps going after the meds have worn off, so I'm still groggy and a little sleepy. Like I said before, I can't imagine why people LIKE being on Vicodin and muscle relaxers and drugs like that, because all it does for me is make me feel like I'm in a giant fog, which added to my normal ADD brain, is definitely NOT a happy happy fun space. Not to mention the vague nausea Vicodin gives me. :/

I'm not getting my hopes up until I see what happens after an entire night of lying in pretty much one position. I really think moving around helps, so I keep getting up and walking around. I even managed to pick up a couple of things (which didn't change the fact that my house is disgustingly dirty and should be condemned, but still).

Phone update: Still gone. I'm thinking that this time I'll have to get another one, at which point my old one will likely turn up, such is the way of my life.


Still planning on getting an MRI (because feeling better doesn't mean the problem that caused the symptoms in the first place is gone) but it doesn't feel so urgent right now. Besides, I can't find a pay phone to call my neurologist. The one outside Market Basket doesn't seem to be there anymore, and I can't find one anywhere else. They used to be a dime a dozen, but now they're turning into relics of another era. Bleh.
primroseburrows: (SA: gtheaddesk)
Pain update: OW44530659

Lying down is good, and by good I mean a level between six and eight out of ten.

Sitting, not so much. A couple of minutes at a time is all I can manage right now. Which means I've had to drop out of [livejournal.com profile] ds_c6d_bigbang. I was considering it anyway, on account of all the other RL stuff, but I'm still really disappointed.[livejournal.com profile] ds_con_envy is still a go, since it won't take me as long and I can do a lot of that longhand.

I have a few Vicodins and a few muscle relaxers left. They work some but not a lot and not for long. And the Vicodin upsets my stomach, so bleh.

I'm going to call my neurologist for an MRI referral tomorrow. The doc-in-a-box I went to yesterday wouldn't do it because they were afraid of the insurance company. I can't go for an MRI up here because my insurance isn't accepted anywhere but SE Massachusetts and RI, and I'm in NE Mass. God bless America.

Phone update: Still can't find it. It's probably under some piece of furniture or something, which mean the chances of finding it in the near future are slim and OMG ARE YOU CRAZY?


RL is no longer an evil zombie serial killer. Now it's turning into an evil zombie serial killer with a bayonet. And possibly nuclear weapons.

Going to take a nap, now. The muscle relaxers and Vicodins might not work for very long, but they make great sleeping pills. I don't get how people LIKE feeling like that, wtf?
primroseburrows: (SA: against their own succession)
It's cold and I've got broken pipes in my house and things that will cost a fortune to fix and there's no water and heat in obasically one room and we're getting YET ANOTHER SNOWSTORM, so I'm justifiably angsting and generally bummed.


But this? Brings me SO MUCH JOY:


Stimulus Package Includes Millions For The Arts

Because, yes, it DOES matter. And it's about bloody time.
primroseburrows: (dS: dogsled)
This picture is from a webcam located literally down the street from my house:



Which begs the question: How the HELL am I gonna get to work tonight?

In related news, [livejournal.com profile] marymarymaryk has been notified (by me) to wait to have her baby until tomorrow.
primroseburrows: (Default)
...because I'm too lazy to do anything else.

  • It's official: Barack Obama is NOT the Antichrist. I know y'all were concerned about this.

  • Speaking of elections, now there are two to keep up with. And this one doesn't look pretty, not at all. Stephen Harper is not the Antichrist, either (although I'm not so sure he doesn't eat kittens), but he does break his own laws.

  • Finally saw a doc about my shoulder. The X-rays showed nothing, so an MRI is next. The doc gave me a sling (which I'm not using because it's not immobilizing my arm where it should be and because I'm stubborn like that) and a scrip for naproxen (which I filled even though I can get OTC and just take more of to get prescription strength). I think the naproxen actually helps some. I take that for arthritis in my back anyway, but I ran out, which is maybe why my shoulder's been hurting more recently. I'm still sort of thinking I have a rotator cuff tear. I hope not, bleh.

  • I'm now somewhat spoiled for Passchendaele, but it doesn't bother me as much as I thought it would. It was my own fault, anyway.

  • Started watching Ashes to Ashes. The first ep is pretty good, although it feels like a genderswitch redux of Life on Mars instead of an actual sequel. I also miss Sam a lot. It's good enough to watch more, though.

  • Someone has apparently declared Paul Gross Week without telling me. At least that's what it seems like on the interwebz. They've also apparently hired [livejournal.com profile] _scally as Official Spokesperson. Thank you, interwebz.

  • Dear U.S. Media,

    I'm an Obama supporter. I have quite a few issues with the McCain/Palin platform and how it's being presented to the public.

    However, could you please, PLEASE stop making jabs at Sarah Palin's parenting skills? I mean, come ON, does anyone wonder whether Barak Obama ever drove his kids around without a car seat? Does anyone think, hmm. How can he deal with caring for small children and running the country at the same time?

    The answer is NO. So please be fair and lay off Governor Palin as a mother and talk more about her as a politician. There's plenty there to discuss, believe me. Either that or give Obama's parenting equal time. Because the world really might want to know how old his kid was when he started back to work again. Or if he's ever fed them junk food. Or, y'know. Not.

    Stick to the issues, fergodssake.

    Admonishingly,

    Me.

  • Pictures, thank-yous, etc, still planned for sometime soon. I still have almost no energy. I know if I clean my house I'll feel less like a drip, but, um. See above re: almost no energy. And my shoulder still hurts [/whine].
primroseburrows: (Isaac)
You know how people ask questions like, "Do you remember where you were blahblahblah years ago?" No?

Well, um. I definitely remember where I was nineteen years ago, because I'd just given birth for the fourth (and, alas, final) time. Despite my horrendous experience at Evil Baby Factory, the end result was, and is, pretty awesome. :D :D

Happy birthday, [livejournal.com profile] mr_t00by, YAAAAY! *kermitflail*

I suck at sentiment, so I'll let someone more eloquent talk instead (and yeah, this is the same thing I quoted when Hannah turned nineteen, but I'm pretty sure [livejournal.com profile] mr_t00by will appreciate it more, seeing as how he's actually read the text in question).

On Being Nineteen )





And now for some pictures!

Baby!Isaac, circa 1991 )

This one's from last summer )

And this one was taken in San Juan during a cruise in January )
primroseburrows: (Isaac)
[livejournal.com profile] mr_t00by is in Greenland. Or Iceland. One of those. Anyway, he's going to be in each of those places at various times. He's using his LJ for a sort of travel blog. It's gotta be cool reading because, OMG Greenland and Iceland. First post (travelwise) is here.

After he gets back, he gets to go with me on a whirlwind trip to London!

Um, no. Not that London. I meant the other one.

And anyway, we get to spend a couple of days in the Centre of the Universe, and even Greenland doesn't have one of those. \o/

Greenland also doesn't have a [livejournal.com profile] meresy or a [livejournal.com profile] nos4a2no9, who we'll hopefully get to see.

Okay, now for sleep. G'night. Morning. Whatever.
primroseburrows: (BSG: The OTHER k/l)
Random post of randomness, now with Numbers!

  1. Hannah called me at least four times today (technically yesterday) from her car, in which she had been lost in Boston for quite a while. I had to look up directions for all the different streets she found herself on. And by 'found herself' I do not mean 'discovered the meaning and purpose of life on Mass Ave.' but rather 'took a random detour because driving in Boston SUCKS'. I think she found her way out because the last I heard she was seeing Mass. Pike signs. Geez.


  2. Last night we had to have Baby, my niece Veronica's very sweet but very sick 13-year-old kitty put to sleep. It was sudden and sad (she had an only recently diagnosed tumour in her abdomen and the vet says she probably had a stroke because of it). On the way home from the vet ER Veronica asked us (her boyfriend Alex, who was driving, and me), if she could put on a song as tribute. The logical expectation would have been 'Stray Cat Strut' or something felinesque like that. But no, the song she played was 'My Way' by Frank Sinatra. My response: 'Okay, that's the only time I've heard that song used as a tribute to a cat'. Even Veronica was amused by the concept, which helped cheer her up some. I wonder what Sinatra would have thought of the idea.


  3. I was supposed to go to Mary's first official appointment with the midwife but [livejournal.com profile] mr_t00by couldn't make it back in time for me to use his car, so she had to go by herself. I'm pretty upset about it, but I really can't do anything about it. I'll go with her next month. :/


  4. OMGBSG. Now we have to wait until next year? *flails*


  5. Holy shit. Could this actually happen? I mean, woah. Iraq might just up and kick us out? I repeat: Holy shit.


  6. U.S. Supreme Court backs Detainees' Rights, a.k.a. Constitution 1, Bush Regime 0. \O/

  7. Credit where credit is due: Stephen Harper Does a Good Thing. Seriously, I was glued to CPAC for a solid hour on Wednesday and was blubbering through most of it (and how much do I love Mary Simon?). Real history, being made right in our back yard and it barely made a blip on the news radar. Last February, Australia did something similar. It's not all that needs to be done, but it's a heartfelt start. So, yeah. I'm thinking it's way past time for the US to apologise for what we did to OUR First Nations and make some history of our own.
primroseburrows: (Default)
  • I have so much to do and not enough time to do it, and it's all my fault. Today I go and clean out the old place with Hannah and figure out how to move the rest of the furniture. Quite honestly, though, except for one bed that was built by my stepdad, I don't care if the landlady takes all of it. I'll try to be responsible, though. For once. After I clean today I go to work at eleven, whee! Then at three on Sunday for a double shift. Holy shit.

  • OMG, did I even mention that I'm expecting another grandchild? I didn't, did I? Oldest child Mary *points to icon* is due in December. She'll be having the baby at home, and I get to be her doula! *wins at life* She's a teenytiny thing (5'2" if that), and therefore will look very cute indeed at say, 37 weeks. She will likely disagree with me at the time. :D

    I'm going to ask Mary's midwife about finding an apprenticeship. Maybe finally I'll get going again towards what I actually want to be when I grow up? If I get one I'm thinking of not doing my Bachelor's in nursing, but rather something much funner, like history or poli-sci.

  • Discovered through [livejournal.com profile] camwyn's LJ: FurSuit!Cthulhu. Is that not adorable and twisted and utterly wonderful?

  • I want to start taking fiddle lessons again. Anyone in the Boston area know where I can get lessons? I'd rather do classes than private, but I'm open to any suggestions. I am particular about the tradition, however--as much as I love Old Time and Bluegrass and Irish trad, and anything, really, I'm set on learning Cape Breton style (Quel surprise!). Everything starts with the same basics, but still. I'd rather go with the same instructor for everything.

  • My eyes are killing me. I'm having a flare-up of my chronic infection, and I'm itchy and burny and watery. And it's not allergies, so please, over-the-counter CVS, people, stop telling me it is.

  • Honestly, does everything thrown at this guy turn to gold? Talk about taking lemons and making lemonade. Sheesh. Whatever luck he has, I could use some of it. Also, If I were a convict, I'd SO want a job in the prison library. I could make like Fraser and push my little cart o' books around and everyone could give me the evil eye and stuff.

  • Dear CBC,

    *hates on your new format*

    No love,

    Me

    I mean, way to dumb down the website. Where's my Latest News stream that's always right there when I click on 'video'? Gone. Where's my FULL SCREEN VIDEO of clips from The Hour? Gone. It's horrible, hard to use, and generally sucks like a sucking thing. It was bad enough the last time they redid it. This format is the Pit of all Pits, and I'm stuck with it, because it's not like I can watch any of this stuff on television. Grr.


  • Does anyone know how to make me automatically stay logged on in LJ/gmail/everything? For some reason clicking 'remember me' or 'keep me logged on' doesn't work. It's obviously something with the computer itself, but I'm not techhie enough to even know where to look. Advice, all you technically inclined people? Also, I am still not able to track my comments on other people's LJs except for email. 'Manage settings' just loads and loads and never stops. The support people have been less than helpful, which probably means that they have no clue either. That particular annoyance happens no matter what computer I'm on, so in that case it's something LJ-specific. Ugh.


Now I've gotta get ready to go clean or Hannah will kill me. Angry!Hannah is a force to contend with, so I'd better not be any later than I already am. TTFN, all!
primroseburrows: (SA: gtheaddesk)
I'm hopelessly behind in most everything in life right now, including LJ comments/entries/etc. Plus I have four stitches in my head, which is why I didn't come back from MA or go to work yesterday..

Here's the short version: I had an altercation with a door, and the door won. This is because Evil Bedroom Door had Bedskirt With Big Hole In It as an accomplice, which helped accomplish teh evil by not letting me in on the fact that my foot was inside said Big Hole, so that when I turned to walk across the room, I caught my foot and fell headlong into the (sharp like steel) corner of Evil Bedroom Door.

There's a longer story involving the house resembling a crime scene, my lovely niece being all nice and helpful and niece-ly, the Irish Guy at the ER, and the friendly and competent doc whose one flaw is wanting to tell me everything he observed about my injury. (Note to doc: Just because I'm a nurse doesn't mean I don't get a little freaked when you tell me my head is lacerated ALL THE WAY TO THE BONE). Also, note to nice but descriptive ER nurse: You are tending to the injured, not providing colour commentary. Telling me you are pulling CHUNKS OF FLESH out of my hair is not soothing in the least. Even if you do like my tattoo.

I'm in RI now, but I think I'll be going back to MA, where there is still no internet. Wah. But I am getting a lot of cleaning done. :D

In other news, wah, Patriots.

So. When does Spring Training start again?
primroseburrows: (SA: gtheaddesk)
I'm broke, hungry, and beerless.

I'm afraid to use the microwave because I'm afraid the breaker will trip.

I'm leaving for a week on Sunday and still need work coverage for two shifts. I'm going anyway because it's not my fault.

I can't locate the friend who I need to look in on the cat.

My insurance payment is due to be automatically withdrawn in twenty minutes or so and I won't have enough money in the bank until Thursday.

I'm not packed.

I need a cocktail dress and do not have one.

I slept maybe two hours last night due to freaking out about all of the above.

I accidentally locked my niece out of the house. She had to go in a window.

I have two real posts to make that involve coding and I'm too tired.

And the worst thing of all: my Qiviut still isn't here.

Visual Aid 1.0., which [livejournal.com profile] troyswann calls "Paul Gross Arms of Woe":



[/end Whiny Post of Much Whiny-ness]



On the upside, I got to visit Amelia today. She's still awesome, in case you were wondering.
primroseburrows: (SA: against their own succession)
I either want this:



Or something like it. Like maybe the same style, only with Anna Conroy instead of the Karate guy. Because she kicks bigger ass anyday.

I do not have an Anna icon. I will fix this egregious omission later. Now I'm off to the wilds of Tewksbury, where it's probably even colder than it is here (which? Is damn cold).

Also? I'm getting a massage tomorrow. And a pedicure. Oh, bliss.
primroseburrows: (dS: DNF Vecchio)
Today is starting off well. )
primroseburrows: (SA: gtpoint)
  • No g-word!baby yet. I'll let y'all know as soon as I can when s/he finally arrives. *SO EXCITED*

  • For us politics junkies, it's a wonderful time to be a dork. *crosses fingers for Australia and Canada* And yay, The Dalai Lama! I adore him even if the Chinese don't want me to.

  • Slept a good part of the day yesterday because of my evening-into-night double shift on Sunday. This is why I didn't get a chance to officially wish [livejournal.com profile] patchfire a happy birthday. I'm sure she knows I was thinking of her anyway, but I wanted to mention it here nonetheless. Because she's pushing thirty now, and you know how cranky some elderly people can get (And if she's elderly, I'm DEAD.) *hugs*

  • Speaking of [livejournal.com profile] patchfire, she and I both have decided that we need to learn to vid ASAP. So, what do you think, darling, maybe we could make up some kind of pseudocurriculum and learn it together that way?

  • Speaking of vidding (don't you love how all this randomness is almost bordering on the not!random? Go segues!), I've decided that since I only have a thousand other things to do, I'd do a post of some of my favourite vids. I'll probably do the non-dS vids first, and then do another post with just dS vids. And now you know. *g*

  • I did get a big chunk of my room cleaned last night. Another reason I didn't make a LJ post. If [livejournal.com profile] patchfire wasn't out celebrating being almost thirty she would have wanted to chat, and since she's too pretty to turn down I'd have stayed up chatting and not cleaning. Which would have been more fun, but not very productive. *sigh*

  • del.icio.us is fun and addictive and a huge time waster. I'm trying to get all my unbundled tags bundled and it's the main reason I stayed up too late last night.

  • Still on S5 of The Sopranos. I'm still loving the show, but I didn't appreciate the scene in 5x06 that as far as I'm concerned was bloody violence for the sake of bloody violence without really adding to the plot. I mean, yeah, what happened to the character throughout the whole episode sends his life into a tailspin but the violent act wasn't necessary because we already KNEW his situation was tanking and fast. It's a good show, it doesn't need gratuitous scenes like that. No love, Sopranos, no love.

  • Stephen Colbert on All Things Considered. Really. Listen to this interview. YOU WILL NOT BE SORRY, I PROMISE YOU.

    Example of why this man is not only an utter genius, but also the Left's best stealth weapon: "I'm on record as saying that reality has a well-known liberal bias." I can't wait to read his book.I want to marry him and have his little stealth genius babies.

  • If the sky doesn't fall (and maybe even if it does)[livejournal.com profile] peacey and I will be going back to Stratford in 2008 for Hamlet. Believe it or not, I've never seen this play all the way through, although I'm sure I've seen the whole thing in bits and pieces. I'm looking forward to it big time, because, Yay, Stratford!

    It's a real shame my Wayback Machine is imaginary (and therefore nonfunctional) because then I could see this production.

  • [livejournal.com profile] sam80853, I'm plugging away at your beta. Fantastic idea for a fic, btw. Be prepared to be overwhelmed (or is that overcome) by the sheer wordiness of my beta skillz. You might just hate me forever for being OMG SO WORDY. *g*

  • Today's Website of Awesome: The Cats on the Hill have their own blog. ♥♥♥

    ETA: According to the site, the address of the blogger (name of Klaus J. Gerken) is:

    Parliament Hill, Ottawa, Ontario, Canada, North America, Planet Earth,
    the Sol Planetary system, the "Milky Way" Galaxy, the Virgo cluster of Galaxies,
    the Universe, and whatever is beyond or ever was before.

    Cat!Blogger wins at addresses.


  • Okay, Wake, it's up to you.
primroseburrows: (typing)
  • Eeeeeeee! The only thing is, I dunno if I should go because [livejournal.com profile] tapped_trish's baby might decide to show up when I'm four hours away. Or he/she might decide to show up before, or after, in which case, hmm...

  • You say "covered in muck" like it's a BAD thing.

  • Speaking of which, here's a tiny news blurb on the subject.

  • FIC REC: Every once in a blue moon I come across a story that I'm positive I've read only to find that er, no I haven't, I just thought I had because I've known about it for so long and it's part of the Fandom Primer of Fic Everyone's Read. So, um. It turns out I hadn't read [livejournal.com profile] minervacat's That's Where All of the Gangsters Live, and if some you haven't either (and check, you may just think you have), you need to go do that. It's Ray K gen with a little F/K and a dash of Stella thrown in, but mostly it's Ray/Chicago.

    I love stories that paint pictures of the landscape anyway ([livejournal.com profile] nos4a2no9 does this. Go read her stuff, especially her beautiful F/K story The Price of Distance), and this one is great because it also paints an amazing picture of Ray K., and character studies are another one of my favourite kinds of stories. It's also a good intro for someone just peeking into dS fandom. And yay, now I want to go to Chicago. *adds to list*

  • I need to make a plan for my life. Like, I have to get my BSN and I really want to finish up the doula certification. And then there's the whole thing about where I'm going to live (NOT IN PAWTUCKET, DEAR GODS NO). I also want to do travel nursing, which is one reason I need the BSN: Certain Countries Which Shall Remain Nameless expect you to have one to work as an RN), I have a vague idea of all of this stuff, but no organized plan. I should maybe sit down with a Life Coach or something, but I've always thought Life Coaching to be silly, so, um.

  • Book Rec: The Long Exile by Melanie McGrath. I'd bought this at Borders after hearing an interview with the author on the radio, but then I proceeded to leave it at work where it disappeared. So when I was in Ottawa last month I found another copy at Chapters (I almost overlooked it because the size, cover and even the TITLE were different from the US Version). It's heartbreaking and fascinating at the same time. It made me sad and angry and hopeful and also made me think about how much assumptions about my own culture and way of life get in the way of understanding people different than me, and how often that's hurtful to those people. I try to be aware of my own prejudices, but I don't think any of us really can do that completely. Anyway, I really recommend this book. So far, I'm also liking Farley Mowat's No Man's River, which I bought on the same trip to Chapters.

  • This whole random list is nothing but an excuse not to clean my house. I should really do that. Now Soon.

  • Non-LJ friend Sandra wants to go to Montréal before it gets too cold. She wants me to go with her. She's talking Columbus Day Weekend. Er. That would be THIS WEEKEND. *headdesk* Maybe I can talk her into Veteran's Day and buy her some leg warmers?

  • It's chilly in my room. Getting up and doing housework would really get me warmed up. So would going to Three Sisters and buying a hot fudge sundae. Well, okay, no, that last part wouldn't.

  • Speaking of ice cream, there's still an ice cream truck trolling the neighbourhood (is 'trolling' the right word?), even this late in the season (This probably has to do with the high school up the street letting out for the day). Currently it's repeat-looping an music-boxy version of what is probably Red Wing but my mind is singing "Oh, you can't scare me, I'm stickin' to the Union". Which would be a strange but oddly cool thing for an ice cream truck to be playing. Also far less depressing than "Red Wing". Here, have a video sung by the Gods:

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