Ok, I'm up at my mom's house for the holiday weekend, and she has a nifty DVD burner. I can't seem to get this damn thing figured out. There doesn't seem to be any program on the computer that's made to make dvd's as movies, tho you can save data to a dvd pretty easily. I assume I need to download a program specific to doing that kind of movie dubbing thing. (I want to copy a movie from a dvd to a dvd-r and/or to her hard drive)

Suggestions, thoughts? Keep it simple, for technology is not my area of expertise.

I have bought at least 3 pairs of tweezers in the last 3 months. It's just weird. For years I managed to keep hold of several pair in my medicine cabinet without any trouble. I lived with someone for a few months this summer, and now... *poof* gone. Ok fine, I lost the ones I had, which is no big surprise when you live with another vain woman. So, I buy new ones. And you know, I agonized over whether to buy the expensive ones, or wait until I could afford it to get them. So, I bought a pack with nail trimmers (also AWOL) and other hygiene crap. Where did the tweezers go? Oh, probably stashed them in my purse for some random reason... buy more ($.99, no biggie) and they're gone... ok, this is just weird... so I buy MORE. This time, I'm determined to keep track of the damn things. I mean, seriously, how hard can it be to put them in the medicine cabinet and leave them there? So now my chin is getting man hairs and I had to borrow the use of someone else's. Can I even be trusted to buy more? When will the madness end? Should I just grow a beard and be done with it??

So I was walking to class today past the IU greenhouse. Outside the back door, they had a pile of greenery... what's this?? Clippings!! So, I have a water canner full of rubber plant clippings from about 1-3.5' tall. Want a rubber plant? Drop me a line, and we'll see if we can get you one.

Hah, maybe if I'd known about this site so long before, things would have been completely different in my life :) Or, maybe not *laughs*

http://www.yourbadhabits.com/main/condescending_.php

I wonder if they have more bad habits and they all have their own little redirected website? Like yourbadhabits.com/sarcasm (another one that may have been helpful) or yourbadhabits.com/putting_clean_clothes_away (one I could use) or yourbadhabits.com/sleeping_with_the_babysitter (not a problem I have had but one that seems to be common on TV) There could be a million little sites all about bad habits, and they all have the same mailing list, it probably goes something like: Stop being a dumbass. If everyone around you is upset, perhaps it's *not* everyone else, it's YOU.

Ok, so maybe it was a moment of supreme stupidity, but I actually offered to host a dressing party at my place on Saturday evening for the poly group. This is not a poly only party tho, since we all gotta get dressed and liquored up to go to Eroticon, right??

So, you're invited! The basic premise is that Eroticon is one of those special dressing kind of situations, that sometimes it's hard to pick out which sparkly bow you need to put in your beard, or judge if your stockings are straight, or get your latex dressed polished once you get it on.

We'll make erotic costuming a group affair! Come on over, bring a snack or something to drink maybe, or not, it doesn't really matter. Bring costume parts and potentials, make-up, body paint, hair stuff and we'll get it all straightened out.

Questions, comments, concerns or suggestions, e-mail me: demonik@gmail.com

Don't know where I live? (and I'll bet you don't since I just moved) drop me a line and I'll give you the address.

Wow, was this event KICK ASS last night. The belly dancers and fire twirlers were so rockin. I have the hugest thing for one of the DST dancers. She makes my brain stupid. And, I even got to talk to her last night. I *think* I was able to hold down the several brief conversations I had with her without drooling on her shoe, humping her leg, or otherwise acting like a complete dufus. I can't say I didn't give her lovesick cow eyes, but hey, I'm only human.

The fire twirling was very cool. The performer really knocked my socks off. I've seen her in other situations, and always thought she was good, but she just seemed especially polished and together last night. She says it's because I've always seen her to live drums, not music, and that's why it seemed different. I dunno. In any case, she had what I'd have to say was a fire SWORD, and that was something. I think the technical details on that still need to be worked out (it went out half way through the song) but it has potential for coolness. (like the fire whip)

Once again, I close with... that belly dancer makes my brain go stupid, and I think I like it.

Here I am, in the predawn, wide awake. At 4:20, I woke up to a "wrong" noise. Dude, what *is* that?? Now, considering I actually have a dog and cat, animal noises in the house, especially getting into pet food bags isn't an impossibility. However, this just seemed off. I'd left my back door open for air flow, so I went to check it out.

Bare ass naked and armed with a wooden sword of my kids, I flip on the light in the living room. Eyes shining behind a black thief's mask... a raccoon looks surprised to see his 4:20 munchies interrupted. Not nearly as surprised as *I* was to see him there tho!

Banging on various things to make noise loud enough to drive him out, I cautiously head towards the back door. The impertinent little chit was peaking at me from around the back door. Did he think I was going to just give up so he could come back in?? So it would seem.

And now, every bump and bang in the night has me jittery. Was there more than one? Did I lock one *inside* when I closed the back door, did the back door pop open, did it come back in through another window??

This I really don't need. I'm still in the process of moving and I need REST. Ugh.

No, not really. Yes, I am supposed to be out of this house by this weekend, it's true. But I just can't seem to prioritize the packing up. When do the elves arrive?? (Thursday, actually.)

However, while I didn't manage to pack, I *did* manage to put up 12 half pints of strawberry jam. Weeheee! Canning season has begun!! I mean, what will my landlord do, take away my birthday? Strawberry season is almost over, and I managed to pick up a flat of beautiful wonderful yummy locally grown strawberries before I left the northern Indiana environs, what else could I do?? The strawberries just couldn't wait, my obnoxious landlord just can, and that's that.

Headache fever and the chill. . .

Anyone remember that one? I have spent the last two days being so sick I can barely believe it. Yesterday was the worst of it. I'd like to forget that sometime soon if I could. Actually, now that I think about it, the memory already *is* rather vague... ah, delirium, you are a friend of mine. Salt and lime aside, I find myself sort of fascinated by my own sickness. The way it's so specific is fascinating. Fever, chills, cold sweat, repeat. But nothing else. No GI problems, no respiratory problems, nothing else, just a fever and mostly fever related side effects.

No matter what, I hate it. And, to make matters worse, I'm BOOOORED. Can't get it together enough to get anything productive done, not sick enough to sleep all the time, somewhere in between. My movies are boring me, I can't focus on a book... yesterday was worse I guess because my skin was so sensitive, today at least I can lounge around and not have it hurt/annoy.

I'd like someone to come and restore my pluck, but I'd hate to share this little gift of misery.

Bah,
--Typhoid Mary

Ok, I can't believe it's been since April that I posted. Where does the time go??? But here's the deal, it's 1:30pm on Thurday night at Kroger, (because marsh is closed, right??) and I'm getting not only trash tags (of course) but watermelon ($2.99 for a seedless), corn on the cob ($1.99/dozen) and the food of the gods, milkshake flavored Kit Kats. ($.33/pack) I run the stuff through on my trusty EBT card, when the cashier says, "oh, that's right, I forgot trash tags go through on that." I'm in the middle of feeling mildly disgraced at having bought something like 9 packages of kit kats and a couple packages of caramel reese's cups (which were actually for my goddaughter, not me, since she doesn't like Kit Kats. (I know, it's an obvious character flaw)) so I wasn't really paying attention. But wait... did you say that trash tags ran through on the EBT card??? But wait, what through yonder window breaks?? It is the East and EBT is the sun!