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[Jul. 4th, 2009|01:38 am] |
I just laughed till I wept at "The Hangover". I may be saying, "toodle loo motherfuckers for awhile" Posted via LiveJournal.app. |
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| Sleepfail 09 |
[Jul. 4th, 2009|03:19 am] |
So what usually happens is that I am laying in bed, my shoulders start to loosen, my spine stretches out, the dogs situate them selves (why is there always so much licking) and my mind starts to relax and wander.
If I am tired enough my mind doesn't go far and and there a slight swirling and I slide down the consciousness drain. But usually I'm not tired enough and my mind starts following tracks. I re-live irritations of the day, ruminate on all the things I need to do, fantasize about what I wish my life was like, marvel at how strange everyday normal things can be.
My mind will just not shut the fuck up and go to sleep.
It's worse when I am stoned, my mind runs at triple time then and there is no end of new things to think about. Once upon a time, like most people, it put me to sleep better than anything but for well over a decade it's been a mental stimulant for me.
I have spent many miserable nights laying in bed, occasionally turning, trying to still my mind and make it all coalesce but it just doesn't work. I can make mind mind sort of shut down by meditating, but that's a mindful mindlessness. In order to get to sleep I need to really let go and not be constantly kicking intrusive idea out and the minute I do that the gang of thought track dogpile me.
Getting up and writing, letting the thoughts have so space and then doing something mindless afterwards often helps but writing eats time. It took me twenty minutes to get to this point and I don't feel like I have made much headway or even given the fuckers their due. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jul. 3rd, 2009|11:49 pm] |
You will _never_ get me to see a horror movie that features an escalator No fucking way Posted via LiveJournal.app. |
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| 3rd of July |
[Jul. 3rd, 2009|07:32 pm] |
Our office officially closed yesterday at 2 p.m. for the holiday weekend. This is something of a tradition, in that we get a day off for the holiday (today for the 4th, for example) and then the day beforehand the partners will declare the office closed before the end of the business day.
I have a small stack of work I need to do. I'm working on editing a motion (in between playing silly facebook games), and Sunday I have to prepare for an expert deposition I'm taking on Monday.
Yesterday ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) don_negro and I took advantage of KQED Member day at the Asian Art Museum, and went to see the Samurai exhibit. It was wonderful! They did a great job of arranging the pieces. I was so excited to get to see the armor up close and personal, and the level of detail that went into the creatio of each piece. The suit of armor in the last room, for example, had hand embroidered leaves and flowers on the brocade fabric. The final room also had some Kyogen and Noh theatre pieces, including costumes and masks.
This morning we went out to breakfast/lunch at Bucci's, and then I napped again with Potter. He's been stuck to my side since I got back from the Auburn/Foresthill trip.
I'm at the end of the money before the next paycheck once again. This time, I did REALLY well, however. I have $300 or so in reimbursements due to me for June, and the reimbursement check for May hasn't arrived (it did, but was incorrect, and had to be sent to the head office to be re-cut). Also, I am still awaiting prescription drug reimbursements. All in all, this means I've managed well enough that but for the $600 or so of reimbursements, the budget balanced! EDIT: Let me tell you how I came to the above conclusion. I went to the bank and got a cashiers/bank check for my rent. When I checked online, it showed the check, as it should. The next day I looked at my account again, and there was no evidence that I had obtained the check. Worse, there wasn't enough money left in the account to cover the check, which should have been impossible--that's the entire point of a bank check, yo. So I was freaking out. BUT TODAY I looked at the account activity again, and no worries--it not only shows the check as having "cleared," it shows I have money left in the account. How confusing is this?!? |
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| (no subject) |
[Jul. 3rd, 2009|06:01 pm] |
Turning the alarm on my iPhone doesn't work so well if Peri decides to sleep on my phone. Alrighty then Posted via LiveJournal.app. |
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| Owning Houses |
[Jul. 3rd, 2009|05:38 pm] |
In a discussion on a study about what possessions really made people happy, iainuki said:
What is it with houses? I don't understand the psychology, I don't think, or the motivation.
I don't entirely understand it myself, but I am deeply effected by it.
One of the stories about me I like to tell is when Nancy and I were buying this house it stressed me out so much I temporarily dislocated my jaw because I kept clenching it (particularly in my sleep). I was very anxious about buying a house, scared of the commitment and the obligations it entails.
I don't think my parents owned a house we lived in until I was in Jr. High, and some of the time after that our house was a trailer on land they bought. Owning a house was an incredibly big deal for my mom. She constantly lectured me about the need to own, that rent was just throwing your money away. Buying the house was the single most important event in making me feel like an adult.
I bought a good house, built in 15 years before in a pretty good neighborhood, priced less than most on the market. I wanted something more central but it would have been difficult to afford and Nancy wanted a bigger house. When we got divorced I really should have sold it but I vehemently didn't want to move. Even at the time I knew I was hopelessly trying to cling to the life I had. I had so many changes going on in my life (I'd just gotten the job at postini a few months before) I didn't want any others.
The fucker's been an albatross I have jealously worn around my neck for years. I've lost 2 jobs while living in it, spent way to long in it under or unemployed. Gotten sued over it. I have lost all interest in landscaping or minor repairs.
And I can't make my mortgage payment. |
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| Hmm |
[Jul. 3rd, 2009|01:33 pm] |
I shall now offer an interpretive dance to describe my philosophy on the world.
this note brought to you by the number 9 and the color lilac. |
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| I haven't forgotten |
[Jul. 3rd, 2009|12:36 pm] |
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| | "No One Lives Forever", Oingo Boingo | ] |
Six years. Seems like six minutes and six centuries at once. For Tim, it doesn't really make a difference which. But it does for me.
My death I view with calm philosophy
It's other people's death that makes me rage
--Jo Walton, 30 June 2009 |
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| Dear World: Enough with bad news already! |
[Jul. 3rd, 2009|12:32 pm] |
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| | "Suspect Device", Stiff Little Fingers | ] |
In my flist, I learn of a) a book cancellation, b) the pending death of a mother, c) another round of layoffs leaving a chain of empty cubicles in all directions, and d) the death of an old fannish fellow.
And that's just *Wednesday*.
So, please, world. You are welcome to stop sucking, even if just for the holiday. |
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| Palin. No, Romney. OK, Palin |
[Jul. 3rd, 2009|08:51 am] |
Interesting round table where the guests try as hard as they can to make it appear they think Mitt Romeny is the GOP frontrunner for 2012, but still can't stop talking about Sarah Palin.
My prediction is still on track. |
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| from Technosomthing |
[Jul. 3rd, 2009|02:18 am] |
warning: viewer discretion STRONGLY advised - graphic images of rebellion and the very real consequences of civil disobedience
Mams Taylor produced and wrote United For Neda after he saw video footage of the young demonstrator shot and killed by the Basji during the Iranian crackdown in June. He brought together Irans most elite entertainers, poets, thinkers, actors and singers in one harmonious voice pleading for freedom, featuring three of Irans most iconic singers Dariush, Satar and Morteza. If you believe in human rights for Iran and for the world, download the song and share it with your friends. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jul. 3rd, 2009|01:36 am] |
The remodel is almost finished: A Muller's barbet pops out of a tree in Taipei with a beak full of sawdust. |
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[Jul. 3rd, 2009|01:35 am] |
Tattoo's happy ending: Wildlife officer Ahmad Julaihi holds 7-month-old Tattoo in Kuala Lumpur. She is one of three baby orangutans rescued last weekend from an unscrupulous ostrich breeder and zoo in northern Malaysia. |
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