it was one of those days I suppose

feelin' hot hot hot (or not)
The kiddo woke up at 2:00AM with a fever. Wonderful, nu? The cat is in heat (we got Silk fixed; Velvet will be fixed as soon as we get money) and I'm feeling lazy and slothful.
Today I am grateful for diapers that are available by the case and childrens' painkiller. (IBUPROFEN.) And the fact that two of tallin's and most of seanersxp's gifts have already shipped and should be here soon. And sunshine. And natural lightbulbs. And eggnog, and having people around that care, and living in a nice place without seven feet of snow trapping me inside. And holiday cards from starrynytes4me and katia25 that both arrived today. I'm trying to be grateful for small things, because it offsets the rage and exhaustion combo that I have from dealing with The System.
Is honesty just lost? I mean, if someone's scared, then why don't they say so? Why did we hear one thing at 10:00 and another thing at 5:00? Why didn't they tell us this last week? Or the week before? I don't know.
If I weren't so excited about going back to school I'd just say 'fuck this', drop out and start watching All My Children and eating Snack'Ems out of the box four at a time, never leave the sofa and slowly lose my mind and end up utterly unemployable for the rest of my life. That's what The System wants me to do anyway.
But I won't.
But I thought about it for a long and hateful second.
"To an android, that is an eternity."

it's a conspiracy, I tell you
Fortunately the internets are conspiring to make me laugh. They must be aware of my bad mood. I think this is because John Ashcroft lives in my computer.
(Remind me to tell the Jesus Story later.)
And so I share with you. The guy that ate his lover is kind of appalling; but to offset that we have the beauty of small things (link from hitchhiker, who always finds great stuff) and why I will never have a girlfriend (also from hitchhiker). Make sure you read the hate mail. It made me sit there for five minutes going 'what??' at my screen.
And I know mactavish will probably enjoy this wiki on interesting or unusual place names.

Hopefully tomorrow will be better.

True stories

I'm sick, and Seaners is sick, and Chris is fighting off sick. So in lieu of actual current real-life content (given that my writing is all over at tangentialcurve at the moment and I'm having a Lack of Inspiration Month, apparently - and I'm sure you don't want to hear about my most exciting nap, and I'm sick of bitching) you get never before told stories. They may be boring or interesting, but they're true.

the frog: or how i'm still in my second childhood
Because my husband is wonderful, he got us eggnog. And because I am sick, I got the Frog Mug.
I don't use the frog mug a lot mostly because it's kind of on the small side for coffee (I cheerfully drink coffee in my Megatokyo latte cup a lot of the time) but I like it for tea and cider. There's a little ceramic frog at the bottom. I bought it at a thrift store for $2; it's blue stoneware.
Today I noticed (this may have been a renoticing) that the frog is hollow. So as my drink sloshes around in the cup, bubbles emerge from its mouth.
When you're sick - or perhaps just when you're me - this kind of thing is charming. So I sat there on the sofa sloshing my drink back and forth, watching the bubbles and charmed by the ribbitlike noises that bubbles in a glass of eggnog make. No, I am not high on cold medicine. But I did feel better afterward.

jesus comes out of the closet
When I lived back in Toronto where there was an Ikea, I purchased on a whim a large stuffed snake. He's about six feet long, more or less, and bright green with friendly eyes and a lolling tongue. He was for a good amount of time wrapped around the support posts of my desk. (I had a few strange things on my desk, but I'll get back to that.) After his life on the desk he was used to block drafts by the window, and was found in various locations around the living room.
He went more or less nameless until kolys came to visit. Somehow he had ended up behind the sofa: and because one of kolys' comtitles on Chaos (the MUSH tallin used to run) was 'We've found Jesus: he was behind the sofa the whole time', the snake was then christened Jesus. He was packed up with a bunch of Seaners' stuffed animals and half forgotten.
Well, the other day I found Jesus again. He was in the closet. (Since then I have vaguely half-pondered attempting to dress up as a stripper with Jesus as the majority of my costume, but I'm afraid I'd laugh too hard to actually facilitate sex, and so would my spouse, if I know him like I think I know him. So I probably won't.)
So now you know.

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Now I'm going to attempt writing something that's vaguely part-inspired by anoma's Department of Nightmares stories.