My Little Corner of the Big Round Room

A detailed weekend description in 4 easy parts....

2008-06-16T22:27:25Z

Friday I rushed home after work to do most of our clothes laundry. I wanted to take Saturday (up to three o'clock anyway, when we'd be leaving for Aaron's cousin's graduation ceremony) to wash our sheets and blankets. But the blankets especially are so large that they take forever to dry so I was going to need every second I could get, and of course since I live in an apartment, i can't just get up early and start it when I want to: have to wait until 8. Well, through a series of events, I wasn't able to get started until 10:30... which was way too late. I was doubtful I could get it done in the 7 hours I had before, but cut is down to 5? No way. So all that rushing around I did on Friday was for naught. *sigh*
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Saturday was still a good day though. Keegan graduated high school with honors.... I know it was far more surreal for Aaron than for I, but it was still weird. I knew that kid before puberty, for Pete's sake! It's going to be even weirder when his sister Maddie graduates; I met her when she was 5 or 6! I couldn't believe the number of kids in this class though, and the number of people in the stands watching them graduate! It was INSANE. The Grandstand at the Puyallup Fair Grounds was almost completely full! I know my Small Town U.S.A. is showing, but my graduating class was MAYBE half the size of this class. Maybe. It was a little daunting actually.... I'm proud of Keegan though. He's a damned good kid. He had this whole "young republican" thing going for a while, but now that he's spent several months in D.C. watching both sides argue as a page in the House, he's gone the other way and gives serious thought to his opinions and actions. I'm proud of him for making this change, not because I happened to disagree with his thoughts before, but because he saw something that bothered him and made a change in himself instead of just going along and staunchly refusing to ever believe that he'd been in error. He's got a good head on his shoulders. </div>

Sunday was fun as well. We took Aaron's dad out to see The Incredible Hulk (which was freakin' AWESOME!!) and then we went back to their house for a Father's Day BBQ. Aaron's step sister and her three kids showed up, which was cool because I hadn't seen the kids in a while. The "baby" who is actually 2, is almost as big as his older sister, who's three years older than he! The kid is HUGE. </div>

And I managed to not even be melancholy during the day. Father's day falls almost right smack dab between the date of my dad's passing and his birthday... Obviously I'm long past the point of falling down on the ground and weeping over him being gone, but I do still miss him terribly, and this time of the year just brings it to a sharper point than normal. I feel bad sometimes because I love Aaron's dad very much, and I want to celebrate what I have instead of mourning what I've lost, but it's hard sometimes. Dad was a little lost having two girls to raise; he really didn't know what to do with us! But once we became adults, it was easier for him because he could converse with us like adults. But he died when I was 24, so we never really had a chance for much of that, and I miss what we could have had almost as much as I miss what we did have.
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Thus endeth my crazy rants about various topics.

This post has been rated R.

2008-06-12T02:36:10Z

I'm just so glad that this GODDAMNED, MOTHERFUCKING, GOAT SHAGGING, WANKING, SODDING, PISSING PUS INFECTED SHIT OF A DAY IS OVER.

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It's just one of those days...

2008-06-11T22:11:24Z

Where you don't want to wake up. Every thing's fucked up and everybody sucks.

Normally I try to avoid quoting Fred Durst, but it really does apply. It's been a rotten day. The kind where people are mean, co-workers who blatantly break the rules not only don't get penalized but get rewarded at your expense, things hurt that you didn't even know you had, and the work day is absolutely INTERMINABLE. I prefer to avoid bitching and whining, especially because there's nothing that can be done except bite down on the leather strap and take it, but sometimes I just have to vent.

Vent, vent, vent. Vent. Ventity ventity vent.

I know I've been posting about weird things lately...

2008-06-10T20:58:24Z

... but this has to be mentioned.. I saw one of these at the store the other day at the store. These little buggers have a lot of benefits, but parking brakes are evidently not one of them. The one I saw had a block of wood under the front tire, probably to keep it from putt-putt-putting away in terror of the Goliath-like Mini Cooper parked next to it.

Water Bottle of the Apocolypse!!!

2008-06-10T14:17:27Z

Have you ever seen a water bottle do its best to kill a man? I have. Now it's a cheaply made inanimate object, so it's not going to get very far, but it did seem to be making its best effort.

Our company provided us with a "gift" in the form of an aluminum water bottle (or as the flyer with it says, "aluminum bottle drinkware"). It says specifically for uses with hot or cold liquid; this is important later. So my supervisor and i were chatting and he was fidgeting with the bottle a little, having just taken it out of the box. He pulled the lid off and noticed that there was a little dust in it. No big deal. He held it well away from his face, and blew into it. A flake of something shot out of the bottle and straight into his eye like a guided missile, seemingly in defiance of several laws of physics. The poor guy spends the next half hour or so trying to get it out and eventually has to have someone pull his eyelid down and scrape it out. So, not being a stupid person, he decides that perhaps blowing into it a second time is not a great idea, so he goes to rinse it out in the cafeteria. He has something he wants to talk to me about so he invites me to join him; I do. When we get to the cafeteria he pours some hot water into the bottle, at which time the aluminum bottle starts to conduct the heat and nearly burns the poor man's hand to ashes. Foolishly, we had assumed that since it said it was for hot or cold beverages, it was insulated so as not to cause HIDEOUS PERSONAL INJURY. Silly us. So he quickly pours the hot water back out and we are both immediately overwhelmed by the horrible smell coming out of the bottle, redolent of an overheated car engine. I tell him his water bottle needs an oil change.

To add to the hilariousness of this situation, it has a little strap and a cheap caribiner attached so that you can blind, scorch or nauseate yourself on the go.

Ask not for whom the bottle smells; it smells for THEE. The end is nigh.

deleva @ 2008-06-09T19:33:00

2008-06-10T02:50:01Z

Myspace has ads for Nestea all over it, and says"throw your inner superstar a tea party." I have several thoughts on this.

1. I'm pretty sure I don't have any kind of superstar.
2. I'm a Leo. If I had a superstar, it wouldn't be "inner." It would be jumping all over the place in a bright green jumpsuit, holding sparklers, waving its arms and screaming "LOOK AT ME!! I'M A PRETTY PRETTY PRINCESS!!! SUPERSTAR, RIGHT HERE!"
3. Furthermore, again assuming that I had a superstar, I doubt it would be proper enough to want a tea party, unless it was protestant and subversive like the Boston variety. It would probably want a couple pitchers of beer or a few Irish Car Bombs or something and some AC/DC to dance on tables to.
4. Nestea bears about the same resemblance to actual tea as my left shoe. So IF I had a superstar, and IF it were inner, and IF I threw it a tea party, I WOULD NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES serve Nestea at said tea party.

This is why I prefer LJ. Myspace is alright, but it's got its priorities all jacked up.

Good for me, bad for some....

2008-06-09T16:23:28Z

So yesterday was another false alarm for morningdozer and gaviedrummer, which sucks for them lots. I really feel for them because I'm sure it must seem like their whole life is on hold right now and they don't know what's happening with their baby.

On an entirely selfish note, however, it turned out well for me that I stayed home. My mom called and told me to go down to the parking lot to meet my brother in law and my nephew! I haven't seen either of them in over five years so it was very exciting for me! John is not doing so well; he's actually got a pump that gives him morphine whenever he needs it. Evidently the hepatitis is really getting to him. Shane (the nephew) however is doing really well.... little punk is taller than me, at the age of 13! It's a litlte odd because I'm used to being the tallest in the family, but his doctor thinks he might get to 6'6'' or more. And considering that he's already 5'10'', I tend to agree! The boy has inherited the family feet though: flat and with pretty major bunions. The poor kid wants to do sports and he's facing a similar surgery to the one I went through a couple years ago. I had to be honest with him, and tell him that frankly, my bunion grew back and it wasn't really worth it in the long run, especially in winter when the cold hits that damned metal pin in my foot. That hurts considerably more than the original problem ever did before it was "fixed." But he's a fine looking boy, and I was REALLY excited to see him after all this time.

deleva @ 2008-06-07T14:55:00

2008-06-07T21:56:23Z

Surreal moment for the day

2008-06-07T03:11:16Z

As we entered the birth center, morningdozer and I passed two tables of freaky As Seen on TV items on sale for a benefit of some kind. We had to stop just past them so morningdozer could have a contraction, and just as we did, someone set off a dancing chicken that played (yup you guessed it) the Chicken Dance. It was... odd.

What? WHY?!?!

2008-06-06T04:32:12Z

They are making a sequel to Donnie Darko, called S. Darko. It's not directed by Richard Kelly, and features almost none of the original cast.   I grow more and more indignant every time I learn something new about it. The plot, supposedly, is that the younger sister Samantha feels insignificant and lost among her family after the events of the first movie. Well, she goes on a road trip across country with her best friend and after seeing a meteorite crash into the earth, starts having strange visions (of a guy in a scary looking bunny suit ) that eventually compel her to save the world and possibly herself.

Hmmm... that sounds oddly familiar... I wonder why? Oh right. IT'S THE SAME FUCKING PLOT AS THE ORIGINAL MOVIE.   The order of events is slightly different, but the basic idea is the SAME right down to the impetus: the crash. The only difference is that the FIRST TIME it was original and brilliant and fascinating with a wicked cast of (technically) b-list actors who crafted one of the finest and most interesting movies of the... ever.   The second time around, it's called "copying" and if the new director were in film school he'd get sent to the film school principle's office for cheating.

Now I admit that I am being grossly unfair. It might actually be good, and the movie is still in production so the info on the plotline could be quite off. I don't know. But there's something irritatingly ironic about someone taking this completely original idea and doing something completely and utterly unoriginal with it.   Furthermore, including Frank just seems like a cheap ploy to include the most memorable visual of the movie in the crappy ass sequel.

Deleva is displeased, and is unsure whether or not she will be open minded enough to give this one a chance. She is also concerned that her ire has driven her to write in third person.

deleva @ 2008-06-05T10:32:00

2008-06-05T17:45:15Z

So the phrase "Speak of the Devil and he appears".... Anyone know where that came from? Because I was thinking... a lot of phrases like that come from literal occurences. But one can probably safely assume that there wasn't just some guy who went "Hey what about that Satan, huh?" and *POOF* , things got all red and pitchforky. I don't know, maybe it did. How do I know? I don't even believe in the guy... But still. Makes you wonder doesn't it? Or maybe it all just stems from crazy superstitions.

Or maybe I overthink things. Nah, that's not it... :)

O Canada!

2008-06-04T17:02:24Z

A friend of mine at work mentioned the Canadian national anthem the other day and it's been stuck in my head ever since. And the sad thing? I know all the words. I watch a lot of freaking hockey.

Oh... no...

2008-05-28T04:10:44Z

So I now have a nice short answer for whenever someone asks me to describe my personality: Ever seen The Secret of NIMH? Yeah. I'm Jeremy.

Clumsy.
Somewhat socially inept.
Easily distracted by bright shiny objects.
Plays around with yarn and string a lot.
But basically good at heart and always trying to help.

*sigh*

New profile!

2008-05-27T21:23:11Z

Hey everyone! I've set up a new LJ profile to put up some of my writing, so if you notice a weird person friending you, that's me,

writerdragon. I'm probably going to add most of my regular friends to the writerdragon profile. If you don't want me to, just let me know and I won't.

Please don't feel obligated to read the stuff I post. That wasn't my intent in doing this. However, if you feel compelled, I welcome any constructive feedback or criticism, and I hope you enjoy what you read (if you read). :)

Or you can be a walking talking Rickroll...

2008-05-23T21:13:57Z

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Possibly the best t-shirt EVAR...

2008-05-23T20:41:53Z

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Calling all stalker songs...

2008-05-16T04:35:17Z

I'm putting together a list of stalker songs. I think I've covered all the commonly accepted classics like Possession by Sarah M., Every Breath You Take, and Hello, but I'm looking for some that might have gotten overlooked or that I don't know about. Show 'em if you got 'em!

Two Things...

2008-05-15T14:14:08Z

1. Every time Death Cab For Cutie puts out a new cd, I think "They'd be hard put to make one better than the last one!" And I'm always wrong, on both counts. Not only is the new cd better than the last, they make it look easy, not hard put at all. Talented, contrary bastards.... :)

2. Have you ever seen that commercial for the Jewelry Exchange? The one where at the end, they give you a camera shot of the whole staff waving their hands from the elbows like robots, and you can just hear the director saying, "I have a vision... think metronome, people!" I feel like that today, like if you put a camera inside my head, you'd just see me there staring blankly at the lens with an empty smile on my face, waving like an automaton, thinking (if anything) metronome.

deleva @ 2008-05-12T21:47:00

2008-05-13T04:53:07Z

I keep hearing a weird, abnormally high pitched howling sound. I'm trying to catch it by turning down the tv, but it stops as soon as I do. It's very odd, and I have only one theory: an infestation of chupacabra (chupacabras? chupacabri? Or as they would say on The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy, chupacablahblah).

deleva @ 2008-05-11T19:31:00

2008-05-12T02:37:06Z

When I was 15 I became Aunt Dee, when my sister had her first child. Even then I thought I was a bit young to be an auntie.

Well, in November, I'm going to become Great Aunt Dee. My sister's middle child is, at the age of 14, pregnant. *sigh*

deleva @ 2008-05-08T20:25:00

2008-05-09T03:27:01Z

So tonight I cleaned my bathroom. I know. And there was much rejoicing ::waves imaginary flag:: But I listened to all of The Wall while I was doing it. Which was nice, because it's been a long time since I just listened to the whole album. It was really cool. Kind of cathartic and relaxing. Floyd does that to me. :)

deleva @ 2008-05-08T06:58:00

2008-05-08T14:02:54Z

I' ve had a very strange morning so far. I woke up very disoriented. My alarm went off and I had no idea what day it was or what time it was. I also couldn't figure out why I was lying in bed listening to Dog and Butterfly when I had just been on a cliffside judging the Human Yo-Yo contest and listening to polka.

I've also had the drum fill from In the Air Tonight stuck in my head. Who gets just a drum fill stuck in their head?

deleva @ 2008-05-07T10:37:00

2008-05-07T17:41:24Z

My friends and family bring me a great deal of joy. I love them very much. So I could never be one of those people who just forsakes friends and family and never allows anyone to get close.

However, I can occasionally understand the desire to do so.

Adventures in Computers

2008-05-06T20:46:25Z

My neighbor and I got the two best error messages ever. Hers was "cannot create key from molecule."

Um. Huh?

And mine was the best. "Error in error message system."

deleva @ 2008-05-06T11:05:00

2008-05-06T18:22:25Z

metal_aria mentioned yesterday that he saw a rabbit at work. I, too, saw a rabbit on the way to work this morning. Coincidence? Or a sign??

On a less serious note.... BUNNIES!!! YAY!!!!