this post rated R by the MBB* for Language.

woke up late.
stupid bike tire didn't want to go back on.
realized didn't have time to get lunch together.
tried (and mostly failed) not to be übergrump to The Boy. but he smelled good so hey, the morning's looking up.
stared at door, penguin sprinting, oh well, can't be that important. getting to work with enough time to shower and still be on time more important.
lock door, discover front wheel not turning. brake? no, brake fine. latching mechanism seems fine too. great. it's pissing rain, last chance for ride just left, not enough time to call my partner for ride, and now my fucking bike isn't working.
kick bike. ow fucking ow. (don't kick bikes.)
hey, bike rolls smoothly now. (I think my bike has been reading too much calvin and hobbes. it's after my blood and pain.)
bike to work. hey, asshole in the fucking prius, just because I'm already soaked does not mean I won't care if you puddle-drench me. jackass. when Claire rules the free world, you're going to the head of the
0753 clock in. god I hope no early calls because if mawit no shower, mawit kill. jump in shower.
was not hot. but wasn't cold, either, so...fine.
socks. fuck. that's what the penguin was trying to tell me. dry socks.

I want it all

Some of the things I see on etsy make me go "ooooo...." and some of the things on etsy make my fingers itch and me go "whaaaaa? you're selling that for $30 bucks? have you SEEN that join? hello? THAT IS NOT FINISHED. go back and buff the shit out of that sucker, then we'll talk about selling that for $30 bucks."

I want my perfect world, where I get to spend my sommers at Skogfjorden, I get to teach college kids about science on a sailing research vessel every so often, I get to use my free time for knitting and designing knitting and I can set up a little loom and I can weave and I can coerce James into helping me build a little baby kiln and a little baby forgelet and I can set up my lovely cancer-causing mesothelioma-inducing studio and make jewellery and sculpt and make knives all day when I'm not working. And I want to have juuust enough money left over that every couple years or so I get to travel someplace awesome that I haven't been (Antarctica, Africa, ...must...beat (at the very least tie)...alex....), or someplace awesome that I have been to. (Alta, Santorini, and at this particular moment, Nuku Hiva), or maybe just a week of heli-skiing. and I want to go ski touring. I want to pack my bag and find a sledge or train up a pair of dogs and get my tent and some matpakker and my reinsdyrskinn and GTFO and not come back until håret e så fett det fryser!

I want it all.

I want it all.

And I want it now. *screeeeeeelm*

Æ e FÆNMÆ ferdig.

My life according to Queen.

Using only song names from ONE ARTIST, cleverly answer these questions. Pass it on to people you like and include me. You can't use the artist I used. (sure you can.) Try not to repeat a song title. It's a lot harder than you think! Repost as "My Life According to (ARTIST NAME)"

Pick Your Artist: Queen


Are you a male or female? Killer Queen

Describe yourself: I'm Going Slightly Mad

How do you feel: I Want It All

Describe where you currently live: Seven Seas of Rhye

If you could go anywhere, where would you go: Bohemian Rhapsody

Your best friend is: Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy

Your favorite color is: Flash

What's the weather like? Who Wants To Live Forever

Favorite time of day: Surf's Up...School's Out!

If your life were a TV show, what would it be called: Princes of the Universe

What is life to you: Bicycle Race

Your current relationship: Innuendo

Your fear: Death on Two Legs

What is the best advice you have to give: Somebody to Love

If you could change your name, you would change it to: Delilah

Thought for the Day: One Vision

How I would like to die: Fat Bottomed Girls

My soul's present condition: Radio Ga Ga

My motto: Let Me Live

today deserves...

NO one's got enough blood!



...naked.

ok, now I feel better.

ohdeargod.

it's November 22nd.

Ohgod.

T-minus 8 days and counting. EIGHT. ZOMG.

I can get by without sleep, right? all hail 1,3,7-trimethylxanthine! HAIL!

and laundry? what's that? The Boy can subsist on hotpockets and eggs, he's a big boy. Cat feeder and water are automatic. now all I need is TPN and a caffeine drip and we're good to go!

right?

guys?

cinematic nerdity

I gotta say...Twister is a great movie. it's got action and comedy and great characters and pretty sweet special effects and best of all, it has people (acting) totally and completely passionate about their science. they geek out. I start watching and I get the goofy grin on my face. it's awesomely geektastic.

Oh XKCD. love.

nanna-ream-o

nano...sucking...brain..power...

also, why can't I write in my sleep?

and...one of the best episodes of the best shows ever.



although that clip does leave out one good bit, where daniel points out that they could be doing anything they wanted and they both freeze, then exit post haste.

teal'c with the thermometer in his mouth? never fails to make me crack my face in half with a grin.

ok. fold clothes. bed.

uh-huh.

you know it's time for bed when this makes you burst out laughing.



thank you, and good night.

NaNoWriMo

*cue pertinent Rimsky-Korsakov song*

too much crap to do today for serious writing BUT my reboot begins.

YES.

Dammit, now I have to start watching Castle.

"didn't you wear that, like, five years ago?" SNORT.

yaarrrrrrn.

so I'm trying to kick-start my yarn weight loss campaign again. not a diet per se...but if I want to start a new project, I have to finish something else. if I want to buy more yarn for a project, then a corresponding amount of yarn has to be either done or leave some other way. (the craft depot, gifted, osv.)

so far not much has happened. although that's mostly to blame the work schedule. but I need to finish:

northern lights scawl*, which at this stage is...yarn. and a pattern. sort of.
Giant Shawl Of Death, currently lurking reproachfully at me, since finishing it implies ripping out...pretty much the entire thing. yeah.
Mystery Afghan Thing, which right now is more like "mystery washcloth thing"
and others, but I'm all ufo-depressed now and anyway, it's time for NCIS.

*could be a scarf. could be a shawl. might end up being a cowl. who knows? also, sounds like 'scowl,' which is what I currently do when I think of it.

SUCH a good movie.

Saving Grace. seeing that tv show (which is totally unrelated to the film) in the tv menu makes me go YA-oh. sad.



see?



one of the reasons I love this movie is that James is Grace. if James were a little welsh lady who started to grow pot to avoid bankruptcy. although when I watched it with him the scene where she cleans out her greenhouse gave him the twitchy fits. "but that's worth- that one's! but!"



"my name is tony, I am from scandinavia."
"...he doesn't talk much."
"mhm...does he have to?"

And the internet just ate the rest. bugger. oh well. here's one of the best bits:



I thought of this movie on the latest Crazy Day (which has been somewhat washed away from Drowning Marmot Day on tuesday, but involved an entire ER getting serious contact highs from a patient)

Penn & Teller.

you just gotta love 'em.

theraflu-induced randomness.

1) Mixed Berry with green tea and menthol Theraflu is more awful than normal Theraflu. I know, I know, I didn't think it was possible either. but trust me. Homeland Security, I got your new interrogation method right here.

2) I hate it when you're sick, so you take a sick day* at work, and then you wake up and you feel way better at noon-ish, so you think yeah, hey, awesome, I'll be back at work tomorrow, and then at 1500 suddenly you're back to sinus migrane of DEATH and taking the fucking recycling down and checking the mail makes you collapse back on the couch in exhaustion, and then you have to call in to work again for another sick day and you can feel the "...is it swine flu?" that's unasked and to make matters worse...

...it's time for more Mixed Berry Theraflu.

3) being mostly-catatonic has, though, given me a great gift: I finally got around to watching Glee.

seriously, the hours I spent going "meh, not so interested" are hours that I regret. deeply. I was never in a glee club (did Wayzata even have one?) but musical theatre is something I was raised on. you know in shows when people randomly break out in song? it took me an embarassingly long time to realize that normal people's parents don't sing phrases from musical of various obscurity in most situations. if no one else watches this show, my parents have to. the only downside to this is that I can't watch it with The Boy without sending him running for the hills.
(also, I've received the inability to type correctly. sheesh. dextromethorphan HBr and phenylephrine HCl and acetaminophen aren't altering drugs (besides, you know, sleepy-time), but you wouldn't know it by my typing skills)

4) New Dexter spot: artful cinematography paired with what song? Under Pressure.

this is why I love that show.

5)


6) Things Mawit Saw At Folsom:

Rainbow Brite (so not kidding.)
Guy Wearing a Snake (...only a snake.)
Guy Wearing a Hijab (...only a hijab.)
some really bad corsetry
some really good corsetry
lots of leather (well, duh.)
lots of nudity (also, duh.)
several small children (so not duh. really? yes, I understand, america is a little overly puritanical (ok, a lot) in some regards but...bob ditter says no!)
but the best thing was the XKCD tshirt on the guy wearing an interesting pair of pants.

7) the designers of the Breeze litterbox deserve sainthood. no kidding. by all rights should be stinkier than the lidded boxes we had been using (since they're open to the air) and granted, when Raz (who nearly got renamed Gollum/Smeagol) decides to leave us a present it's biohazard-worthy, but he actually usually succeeds in burying it and then we scoop it out (cause we don't have to fight with a lid and just scoop and dump) and then hey presto no stinky. and the pee goes down into a chuk and you don't change that for a week and it magically doesn't stink. Best. Litterbox. Ever.

8) I love Neil Patrick Harris.

9) Tsunami Watches are pretty boring, actually, which makes me sad that more people are talking about tsunami watch in the east bay than actual tsunami-earthquake-utter-destruction in Samoa.

10) Jayne is currently stalking an invisible critter that had damn well better not be a moth, because...well, it just better not be one.

11) every time I watch NCIS:LA I think of Katy because it's Chris O'Donnell. and good show, but...what's with the Incredibles lady?

12) Braid is an awesome game. if you've got an Xbox, you should buy Braid. so worth it. although if you play it for too long your brain goes splerkutyblip.

"when you're older, you'll find that will be a gift."

SNORT.

Glee.

Watch it.

best fucking wednesday EVER.

and it totally started out in The Pit...of Despaaaaaair, too, which makes it all the better.

the marmot gets essentially no sleep. Gets to work. boo, work. mawit tired. marit messed up proportions on coffee manufacturing in the morning. mawit sad. mawit gets coffee. things looking up. two calls down...then three...four...five. We're on our way to our sixth call and we drive past the Fox Theatre.

What's on the sign? Sep 23 Rodrigo y Gabriela.

what. WHAT. WHAAAT. mawit thinks "Dammit! I missed them AGAIN! WAIT! 23!!! 23 is TODAY!" grab phone. text mom to beg for info on concert start/price/etc.

starts at 8pm. tickets still available, 35 bucks. HELL. YES. text The Boy: hey remember rod y gab, want to go tonight?"

The Boy gets tickets with four minutes remaining. HELL. YES.

then, enter Murphy. we're delayed at our seventh call. dispatch has given us an eighth call, too, with a 5:30 pickup. PICKUP. mawit flips the fuck out. partner shakes head at mawit. of course we're gonna get a late call. we always get late calls. no, dispatch can't make it go away magically no matter how much you beg them.
mawit still flipping the fuck out because suddenly the great glimmer of hope that today wasn't going to totally suck is being eclipsed by yawning pit of despair.

on last leg of last call partner says something about bart and rides and mawit doesn't get it (because logic while flipping the fuck out? notsomuch.) the Boy calls. what's the deal? The Sainted Partner lays out the plan: The Boy meets mawit at work. The Boy and Mawit drive their car to BART. partner follows. we park our car at BART, hop in partner's car. partner drives us to theatre. (opposite direction of partner's home.)

cleared last call around 7:10. was at theatre by 7:45.

concert = win.

My pants....quacked.

A Faerie Imp Trolly

OH lord, I did NOT need to find this on a day when I'm trying to pretend I don't have to do anything but secretly (se..cret...ly) have waaaay too much stuff to do.

A Feral Item Pylori
Premarital Life Yo
Premarital Leif Yo
Paella Ire Mortify

I think this one's my Pirate Name of the day (it being Talk Like A Pirate Day):
Parlay Foe Limiter

you can apparently make lots of naughty anagrams with my full name.

and I want this shirt.

dresden FTW!