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I am never home this time of day except on weekends, and I always forget how nice the sunlight in my kitchen is between about noon and three, especially during the winter.

I have picked all the songs for your CD, domesticgoddess (actually, I've done what I usually do and chosen too many songs, which I will winnow down in the final edit). I also found a box for books and gifts, and started putting things in it. I won't, obviouslly, be mailing it this weekend, but next, I assure you!

Why isn't the Sci-Fi channel in high def yet? I find, looking over my list of TV (What? Shut up.), that the only thing I watch (regularly) not in HD is Sci-Fi. Unfair.

A mousie on a stretchy string with a bell on it sounded like disaster for ferrets, but they are having hours of enjoyment with it so far, and haven't eaten the bell, or broken the string, or hung themselves. Yet.

We are going in a bit to watch playoff football at kyriotate's place. Go Washington!

I've been cleaning up the ferret's room, so I need to go find my inhaler now. Bye, internets!

"Among a fringe community of paranoids, aluminum helmets serve as the protective measure of choice against invasive radio signals. We investigate the efficacy of three aluminum helmet designs on a sample group of four individuals. Using a $250,000 network analyser, we find that although on average all helmets attenuate invasive radio frequencies in either directions (either emanating from an outside source, or emanating from the cranium of the subject), certain frequencies are in fact greatly amplified. These amplified frequencies coincide with radio bands reserved for government use according to the Federal Communication Commission (FCC). Statistical evidence suggests the use of helmets may in fact enhance the government's invasive abilities. We speculate that the government may in fact have started the helmet craze for this reason."

From On the Effectiveness of Aluminium Foil Helmets: An Empirical Study, a study by four MIT students.

There is, in the interest of scientific debate, a rebuttal.

It's snowing! I know it won't amount to much, but....yay!

eeeeeee!

"There were other things done with them that captivated my mind more: talking together and laughing together, and happily taking turns at giving in to each other's wishes; reading well-phrased books together; joking together, and showing each other respect; disagreeing sometimes, but without anger, as a person disagrees with him- or herself, the infrequency of our disagreements making our many agreements all the more enjoyable; teaching and learning from one another, sadly longing for those who were absent, and joyfully welcoming those who joined us. Such signs, coming from hearts that loved and were loved in return, were shown in our faces, voices, eyes, and a thousand pleasant gestures, and were like kindling to inflame our minds and make the many of us into one."

Augustine, Confessions

I treated myself to a jar of philosophy's handcream, handmade, and it smells like lemon poppyseed cake. I've been sniffing myself all day. I want to smear it all over my body and see if that turns me into a lemon poppyseed cake. Because then everyone would love me. Oh god oh god, why can't I be made of flour and sugar and wonderful seasonings?

Also, I baked an apple pie tonight. It's good. If you come over you can have some.

That is all.

It is almost 1am and I am awake, with no real need to get up tomorrow. Butters is in the kitchen playing with his favorite toy, Purple Mousie, and making clicking noises with his nails. In the background is a Stargate SG-1 marathon on Sci-Fi, and I am completely wasting my time on the Internet. All is right with the world.

WARNING: This post contains links to Material Goods, and much burbling over their Wonderfulness. Good socialists might want to read something else....

This past weekend was a veritable cavalcade of Stuff for me. I will recount it in gory detail for your edification:

1) So Friday, I was driving home from work, and I had this crazy fantasy, that the ferret cage (small child not included) would have come, and that when I got home, I would find that joshthestampede would have set it up and the ferrets would be gamboling about in it. And Lo! for it came to pass that when I got home, there was a cage, and he did set it up! Though the ferrets had apparently spent most of their time gamboling in the box it came in. This cage rocks the house, the yard, and the whole apartment complex. It's on wheels! The ferrets sleep in it voluntarily! If you look closely, you can see an image of the Blessed Virgin Mary on the litter pan, it's that awesome. And the Lovely Boyfriend is equally awesome, for having it all set up when I got there. Yum!

2) So Saturday, still reeling from the heady ferret-cage experience, I trod out to the post office to mail a package to domesticgoddess (Yes! It's true!). Since I was already awake, I figured I would go to the ginormous Bed Bath and Some Other Stuff, and maybe get new set of plates. Because, hey people, if I'm not married yet, I'm probably not getting married any time soon (you're off the hook, Lovely Boyfriend), and so will not be able to make people give me plates as a gift. And Lo! the second of the miracles occurred, and I found a set of plates exactly within my parameters (1: Blue. 2: Round. 3: Not Cheap Looking. 4: Cheap.). So my cabinets are full of blue plates (and I bought the ice cream bowls. and the big mugs. decadent.), and I now covet new steak knives.

3) So Saturday night, we come home from gaming at nigh unto midnight, to find a small package outside our front door. Turns out the gift L. Boyfriend had orderd for my birthday had finally arrived, and Lo! I was soon presented with it: a signed, limited edition of Fray, Joss Whedon's comic about a Slayer in the future! I could not have been more surprised or pleased, in a frolicking-about fashion. And there was much rejoicing, and carefully reading while not eating Fritos and smearing grease on the Oh My God Do You Know How Hard It Was For Me To FIND That?!?

4) So Sunday, nearly comatose from all the energy I had expended reading my lovely new book, while drinking tea from my lovely new mugs, and occasionally gazing at the ferrets locked brutally in their lovely new cage, I dragged myself out to see kyriotate for errands and lunch. And Lo! the fourth miracle came to pass, and he presented me with the new Harry Potter. And then I had many things to read, some with pretty pictures, and some with six hundred pages.

And that was my weekend. I am totally burned out.

Also, Otto can now get out of the tub by himself. Thank goodness.

In honor of my impending birthday, I took a couple of days off work. So far today, I have cleaned the bathroom, called the landlord (for the second time) about the dripping-and-about-to-break hot water tap in the bathtub, had a cup of tea and two waffles, played with the ferrets (who are sleeping peacefully in their cage now, thank god), tidied up the couch area, ordered a copy of The Order of the Phoenix (because I realized that was one I didn't own, having borrowed it from a girl at work when it came out), and taken two hits off my emergency inhaler, which is causing me to shake like a little tiny rat dog (gotta love an accidental overdose). Right now, I am typing, and watching The Posiedon Adventure (best movie about a boat being turned upside down I ever saw). Soon, I will finish cleaning the living room, deal with ferret litter boxes, and burn a CD for the lovely domesticgoddess (yes, you were away for over a month, and I *still* haven't sent your package. I am the worst friend ever).

Later, I will (hopefully) deal with the handyman, and possibly take a bath. Ah, for the life of leisure. It's days like this I really miss grad school. Then again, with my Employment Lifestyle, I actually get to occasionally *buy* things. So that's an upside.

I have taped cardboard over holes.
I have scrubbed dried detergent off of ferret-accessible flooring.
I have ordered baby-proofing materials from the Internet.
I have thrown useless styrofoam away.
I have set up the cage with paper and comfy blankets and a hammock.
I have vaccuumed up mysterious grit on the floors.
This place is cleaner than it has ever been for guests (then again, guests don't ususally try to get under my refrigerator).
I am ready for ferrets!

And also - I have a spare functional microwave. Any takers?

...of a friend of a friend, I think. Or possibly a total freakin' stranger. Gotta love LJ.





take the WHAT INTENTIONAL TORT ARE YOU test.


and go to mewing.net. because law school made laura do this.


Also, The Gashlyspeare Tinies is also lovely, from the same website I stole the above from...at. Which. Whatever.

Thievery rules!