What a great party.
Thank you for all that came.
I’m here, but I’m not even checking my email. Don’t wanna deal with bullshit. I’m happy, and I’m going to stay that way for the rest of the night, thankyouverymuch.
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Life. Death. Birth. Rebirth.
Whee!
Ok, so yesterday sucked. Got an email that pissed me off and set the day off to a crappy start first thing in the morning. Got home from work to find out the my Mother had fallen and needed to go to the hospital (five stitches in her knee because she was cut down to the bone. She’s in a brace for two weeks to keep her knee from bending). Ended up spending 4 hours in the ER (half of which was with her…which, admittedly, was nice to get a chance to talk to my Mom…but as I told her, if she wants to spend some time with me all she has to do is call). Between those things and a few other minor annoyances this weekend is off to a cruddy start.
Ok, fates! Tonight is my birthday party! You take this bad juju and shove it right up your ass!
Speaking of which – For those of you who haven’t RSVP it’s not too late to do so.
It’s a cold pizza and coffee kind of morning already.
Well how do you like THEM apples?
Apparently my company does a random drawing every month among all the folks who have birthdays within that month. The winner of the drawing gets their birthday off.
Guess who won?
Go me! Three day weekend in the hizzhouse!
Attention Fence Boys!
You know who you are!
Up for another round of “extreme physical labor” at my house?
Actually, this will be more along the lines of wanton destruction.
I’m done battling the hot tub. I’ve sunk hundreds of dollars into it, replaced electronics, replaced piping, filled and refilled and scrubbed and chlorinated. All to no avail. I fix one problem and another crops up. The electrics are all working, but now there is a massive leak that I cannot pin down. I’ve spent the last week with a small lake on my back porch.
And I’m done.
So some Saturday over the next month or so (before the Christmas Eve party, hopefully), I want to rip it out completely. The hardest part of all this is going to be getting the actual tub itself out of the porch. Unless I miss my guess, we’re going to have to pop out one of the screens to do so. Other than that, I really don’t think it will be half the effort that the fence was.
Any takers? When would you be available?
Thanks in advance.
Quote Of The Day
Never before in my time at the bar or on the bench have I ever had to deal with somebody who voluntarily allowed himself to be buggered by a dog on the public highway.
Entire story here.
Quite frankly, I could give a damn if the guy wanted to get special with his dog. Doing it in public probably wasn’t the smartest idea, though. Damn but that’s a hilarious thing to picture a british magistrate saying, though.
Off to a bang…
So this morning, with the help of netgoth, I actually got up really early. Early enough to clean the kitchen, make breakfast, have some coffee, browse the web, and have a generally nice morning. I had my shower, shaved, and had A. up and getting ready to go to school. I was going to be to work on time.
Then, at 7:50 AM, A. drops the bomb on me. He doesn’t have his backpack, and he needs it for school. A few frenzied minutes later I rushed him out the door to get it from his Mother’s house. We get there, and the front door is locked. He goes around back, gets in the house, and spends 10 minutes or so searching around.
Nothing.
The mini-van isn’t there, and neither is his dog. The assumption? billified has taken the dog somewhere for a walk. I call his cell phone. Nothing. I leave him a message and take A. back to the house to eat his breakfast and wait for a ride to school. I have a talk with A. about paying attention to this stuff, but tell him that it’s nothing to get too upset over. When he gets out of the car he’s fighting back tears because he made me late for work.
Ugh.
Hell of a way to start the day, no?
Happy Halloween, folks. I’ve had my trick for the day already, thanks. I’d like treats from here on out.
Every Breath You Take…
So…umm….I have, like, two live journal stalkers.
I guess.
There are two accounts out there that are highly inactive, have one or two posts only, and that list me as their only friend. I have left comments to both of them trying to figure out who they are, and gotten no response.
Know the really creepy part?
One of them was created the day before my birthday in 2003, and lists his interests as “art, artistic violence, cattle prods, deviance, murmuring, reading tombstones, violence.” His bio reads, quite simply, “I’ll cut you to pieces.”
Whoo hoo!!! I’ve hit the big time, baby!
Official Birthday Party Notice
Next Saturday, November 5th, we will be having a party here at Casa De McGreevy to celebrate my 33rd birthday. I’ll be creating an evite and sending out an email to those who may not see this as well. Things will get rolling around 8PM. There will be some booze and some food, but feel free to bring along a dish if it strikes your fancy. Gifts are not required by any means or stretch of the imagination, but I’ll never say no if you wanna gimmie stuff! Crash space can be found if you drink too heavily.
Pretty much it! Come over and celebrate one more year being down the drain!
They said it couldn't be done…
Shortly after we started playing this game, netgoth and I started talking about getting cross racial mounts. Neither of our mains were Forsaken, but we both thought their mounts were the coolest in the game. We did some research, and found out that in order to learn the riding skill you had to have Exalted status with the race of your choice. One of our friends at the time who had been playing since Beta informed us that this was an impossible goal, and proceeded to scoff at our dreams of having them. Well, at the time he was right. There really wasn’t a way to grind your faction to Exalted.
But the dream never died.
Then Blizzard changed the rules of the game. The cloth reputation quests were implemented, and it became possible to get another racial mount. Sure, it was a seemingly endless grind of runecloth. But it WAS possible. With a lot of hard work, time, and patience.
All of which I have.
So to our friend who said that I’d never have an undead mount, I have but one thing to say….