May 9th, 2009 at 11:59 pm
(Better Living Through Chemistry, Cats, WoW)
Yanno, I had completely forgotten how cool Pandora is. I had stopped listening to it probably two years ago when I believed I caught a virus from it. I’m not really sure if that was true but I was reading another priest blog this morning and they mentioned it, so I decided I would give it another go. So I am listening to David Gray radio. Of course. Of course. I remember using Pandora to find a lot of new music back in the day… not that I remember what that music was… but I know I found some and it spured me into new directions.
I’ve been hanging out and listening to a lot of mantras lately. I’ve come to appreciate Krishna Das more. He has the most amazing voice.
Pants has taken to his inhaler remarkably well. He doesn’t run when I come to get him and only backs up just a bit when I put the mask over his muzzle. I’m really proud of him for being such a trooper and I’m very glad that he is doing better. Of course he is still coming off his injected steroid but I am hoping we can keep him on his current dosage schedule. I had to take apart his inhalation chamber and his inhaler tonight and wash them per the instructions given to me by the vet. This is rather difficult as I’ve been rather lazy lately and my IC has been playing up far too much, so there aren’t many available horizontal spaces that are suitable for drying medical equipment on. (Read- I am currently a very slovenly house-keeper).
In WoW our 10-man cleared Ulduar last week. No hardmodes- but it was server first Horde-side. So now I get to feel leet. Or something.
And so um. My bladder has been hateful to me this week and Joseph has called here entirely too much. Joseph has tried to get some odd information out of us in the past but how he wants us to tell him how to raise chickens and how to lay in a garden. After the great rabbit death of ‘90-something due to his stupidity, I am not enabling him in the chicken apocalypse of 2009. As for a garden, I hear if you till up your yard and take the time to read seed packets and aren’t entirely brain-dead, vegetables will happen. Not that I told him that or anything else. It would give him another excuse to call back. He would think we actually want to hear from him. Can’t have him fooling himself like that.
April 24th, 2009 at 11:18 am
(Better Living Through Chemistry, Cats, News, WoW)
Since my last post, I’ve switched mains. I’m now a male belf discipline priest. People always ask me why I chose blood elf. I suppose part of it is that they do look better than undead. I like my clothing to be continuous. I did not choose troll because Universe was a troll and really ruined the race for me. I also like the new arcane torrent- it scales really well with the butt ton of Int I have as a disc priest. I can’t say that I don’t miss my cow. I do. I miss my cow-shaman. My moonkin can rot. I do, however, take a certain satisfaction seeing that the current moonkin does not surpass my numbers in Ulduar. Because I am a jerk.
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March 27th, 2009 at 2:03 pm
(News, WoW)
I don’t have much to post but I want to make an entry… so I shall.
Wednesday I started back on the versaclimber. I am a bit proud of myself that I could start at 12 1/2 minutes this year versus the 8 minutes that I started at last year. So I’ll be trying to do it every day until I hit around 22 minutes and then 5 days a week up to 30 minutes until it gets too cold to work out in the breezeway. Strangely, I had been looking forward to this all winter. I had found that it is a good way to meditate and to calm myself down when I started thinking too much about what happened to Dad.
I haven’t written anything since I patted myself on the back a while ago. I suppose I shouldn’t do that as it seems to kill my muse *heh*
Still deciding whether I want to switch my main or not. Another lesser-geared moonkin applied to the guild in the last day or so and was accepted. I know her and I’m not too keen on her as she had elbowed me out of my place in the group we run with- even if I were to take my resto shaman. I’ve lost out on going along with friends a few times now because they simply have to bring her and I’d be lying to say that it did not hurt my feelings. I cannot see myself healthfully competing with her, honestly. Confronted with someone of the same spec, I tend to go for blood. Since I don’t much like her at this point, this will be much worse. And as the class leader, I have the ability to make her life hard, if I choose- which is really no position for me to be in with the current way I feel toward her. Knowing myself as I do, this is not a healthful situation and it is setting me up to explode. Truly, it would be better if she were some random ‘kin, rather than someone I have a history with.
This is really pushing me towards my shaman. I dunno.
March 17th, 2009 at 12:55 pm
(Thoughts, WoW)
I finally visited Mother last week. It just all finally got to me and I felt so guilty that I went over there. The polite fiction that she never hurt me or acted like a jerk is again firmly in place. Time has worn the edges off the pain of it but still, there was another layer of disappointment added to the things that have built up ever since I realised (very long ago) that, while she can handle others’ feelings and shortcomings, she will never truly be able to handle or understand mine. Random Deity, this sounds sort of like what I was writing back in 2005 when Ida went apeshit on me. The more things change, the more they really stay the same, random proverb *choke*
Oh, and I just noticed that Dad’s birthday is tomorrow. Good mood gone.
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March 7th, 2009 at 5:59 pm
(News)
I will most likely keep this theme. I think it still needs tweaked for size. The link color and some background colors still need done but I am tired of working on it, so this will have to do for now.
I am using gimp now. It is hard to get used to after using Photoshop and Paintshop Pro for years.
This entry is fluff.
March 6th, 2009 at 2:46 pm
(Cats, Interstitial Cystitis, Rants, WoW)
Well, I have an idea of how I borked my fanlists so I am probably going to be keeping them. Probably. I just need to post on a forum and ask if there is any way I have borked the fanlists that I am unaware of.
It has been very spring-like here both yesterday and today. Sort of warmish and breezy but with all the cloud-cover of the last bit of winter. We went for a walk yesterday and I found out something from a friend of the family that at first pissed me off, then depressed me, and now I am just sort of depressed and going- well, I should have known it would be like this.
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March 3rd, 2009 at 4:46 pm
(Fannish, News)
I’m highly considering dumping all of my fanlists. It is work and mail I no longer care to have and borking my enthusiast upgrade today pretty well sealed the deal for me. Also is the fact that my hosting bill is more than I would like and such.
I am going to give it a week. If I still don’t care to unbungle the script, I’m going to post the lot in the forums and people can just have them. It’s not that I don’t care about the subjects anymore- the work involved to properly care for the lists has not been done since my father passed and I don’t care to resume it as putting in the work is not as important to me as it once was.
February 26th, 2009 at 10:53 pm
(Cats, Grieving)
Well, I did manage to meet my short story quota for the year, so that is nice. Right now I am not mired down in grieving, so that is also good. I am, however, angry. But what is new?
Now then.
My mother has gone insane. For some reason she has taken to telling me that my pets will die- yanno, as if that had never occurred to me- every time we talk. First, she could be led away from the topic, but slowly she has become relentless in mashing the point into my skull like an enormous railroad spike. I finally asked her why she was doing it but she simply ran out the front door before I could impress upon her how hurtful it is to keep confronting someone with such a thing, even if it will happen in the future. She ran. Came over yesterday and though she was a little colder than usual, she never apologized, just pretended that she had never hurt me. Yes, it hurt me. Those cats mean the world to me. No, I don’t really think that was the right way to go about getting me to visit you. Imagine that. If you hurt someone and don’t apologise, they don’t really want to come over and have talkies- especially if they are rightly afraid that you will trot out your new flogging horse while they are there.
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