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10 October 2005
I'd like to know what's up with you guys, but I can't bear to read all that caps-locked nonsense. →[More:]What ever happened to subtlety, nuance, and creative swearing? Yelling is so gauche.
What would you like to know dame? It's a holiday Monday here in Canadia, I did the family thanksgiving stuff yesterday, so today I'm trying to get necessary chores and tasks done, but I'm mostly not.
Right now I'm enjoying some made-from -scratch french onion soup.
I'd like to know what's up with you guys, but I can't bear to read all that caps-locked nonsense.
What's wrong with nonsense? Nonsense is good, sometimes. Having some silly fun. Some people like it. This is metachat....there's lots of silly fun going on here at all times. It's certainly not required to join in, but there's no reason to knock anyone else for doing it, is there?
I think subtlely, nuance, and creative swearing are all alive and well. No need to panic. They're just not there. In the shouting thread.
Capn, I'd love the recipe for the soup if you'd like to share it!
Uh, I didn't say stop writing in caps. I asked for some fun I could join in on without my tender, overcast-day head being screeched into. But whatever. Obviously I should just go hang out somewhere that isn't MetaChat today.
I would really like it if someone made an extension for FireFox that changed stuff in all caps to not being in all caps. That would go a long ways to making the world a better place.
Well dame, what's up with me is that I have just spent the last 45 minutes playing with my lab rats. Rats are lovely animals, cuddly and smart. I prefer them to bunnies, truth be told. Of course, I play with them for a reason: so they will be calm and nice when I have to go be a scientist on them. (go get all scientist on their asses!)
What's up with me is that I'm stuck in the midst of one of those horrid all-consuming crushes. Made all the worse because I know he has at least some interest in me (which has never happened!).
I am also getting over the Cold From Hell. My roommate brought me food, drinks, and medicine while I was sick. And now, to no one's surprise, he has it, too. So I will go home and make him soup.
I'm working on a website for an art gallery and another one for a band pro bono. I also just had the worst cup of tea in my entire life- including the instant stuff my grandma makes.
What's up with me is that another one of my exes came out of the closet. Which means I'm really truly a fag hag. Who will never find love with a man who will exclusively love women for his whole life.
superhero - my friends say I have a "reverse gay-dar" - if I like a man, he's probably homosexual or at least questioning. It's the way of the universe.
Okay. Well now that I'm done with my caps-lock flipout and feeling slightly calmer, this is what is up with me: Like the gray system of clouds that has stalled over New York, my condo buying has stalled because the offering plan needs an amendment, so we're waiting for the state to approve it. Yet interest rates go up every day and I want to close before Chistmas. This is frustrating.
On the things I can actually control tip, I am deciding between swimming and having dinner with my roommate and a friend tonight. I swam yesterday & I will swim tomorrow & Weds., so I should really take a break today. If I stay home, I will have yummy dinner. On the other hand, the sexy boy I swim with and love to ogle will be there tonight and I will miss him. Plus I've had three cupcakes in the last twenty-four hours.
muddgirl, you and I should start a club! I can't help it- I think gay men are cute. So twinkly and pretty. But I would like to start dating men who are sure they're attracted to women.
As I briefly alluded to in the shouty thread, I have tattooing woes.
Basically my grand plan was that I would have stylistically similar work on both of my upper arms. My tattoo guy finished my left arm last year and got half way through my right arm in February. Since then he's canceled about three or four appointments and recently he just disappeared - the guys in his studio don't seem to know what he's doing or where he is, and more importantly when he's coming back.
Anyway, I was at the London Tattoo Convention this weekend and was talking to some people. I found out the reason for his irratic behaviour and basically I now know one for sure - even in the likely event of him returning I'm not sure I'd have any faith in him doing a decent job.
So now I have the unenviable job of trying to find a tattooist who
- doesn't mind finishing another guys work
- is good enough to do a good job
- is flexible enough to take on someone else's style (or already does similar work)
This might be a tall order, although I feel slightly more confident about it than I did.
So there you go kids, when your mother said you shouldn't get tattooed she was right - probably just for the wrong reasons.
Well, I wrote a long miserable post and thank your gods, deleted it. Things have been tough around here for the past couple of weeks and it's all in hideous detail on my blog so I'll spare everyone from re-doing it here. Details here and whining here. Basically my mom fractured her pelvis in a fall 10 days ago and that's become pretty much life consuming, but she's getting better slowly.
Oh and I'm bitching again about not having a boyfriend and how I probably never will again, but I do that every month, so nothing new under the sun. ;-)
goddammitdame, nothing against you or anyone, but if your life is hard then it's definitely not a metachat day for me.
i'm just trying a new computer set up and i thought maybe today i was better enough to rejoin you all and i should probably delete this but whatever.
i know, dear, i just meant types of pain and suffering and i should have just deleted it.
i was just online to check hardware and thought maybe to distract myself from same such but i was wrong. i'm just trying to keep my own laments from being any less public than they have to be and it was really stupid of me to start reading this right now anyway.
i'm going to make a cuppa and deal with some things and be just fine as far as anyone should be concerned.
Though I'm having a hard time wrapping my mind around 18,000 dead in Asia, personally things are quite good.
It's finally summer in SF. This weekend, I got to spend large chunks of time with two good friends that I haven't seen nearly enough of lately. The jerk I used to work with has left the building and a favorite co-worker has returned. I'm trying to resurrect a Sunday matinee group, but a little stuck on the details of organizing it. (Any Bay Area folk interested, please drop me a line!) I can't waaaaaaaaaaaaaait to see the lovely Specklet on Thursday and am hoping that a bunch of people can join us (pup, cali, kenko, dft, DaShiv...I'm talking to you, just to name a few.) I'm really glad invita's back and think he should do something sweet for his crush. [You only live once, pumpkin, and she'd be lucky to have someone as swell as you. And that mono thing? I got it this February, at 35. No fun at all, is it?]
I woke up at 4:00 in the morning when my cat vomited on my pillow. I've had a headache ever since. The shoot yesterday went well. Um. I can't concentrate on anything today. That's about it.
I have a mammogram scheduled for Wed. which I am scared about, even though everyone tells me it's probably nothing and I shouldn't worry (and I've been through this before and it really WAS nothing). But I'm still scared, and I know it will hurt like hell.
I'm cooking lasagna and garlic bread for our Canadian Turkey Day (no salad, I'm too lazy). I too have had a headache all day and am about to do a vocalcordectomy on a certain cat of the male persuasian (sp?)
Good luck, cali. You're a braver gal than I.
dame, I hope the condo stuff gets sorted out for you soon.
I had a gig w/ me and my acoustic guitar the other day. I was the opener for a punk show, and really, I should have known better.
I am touching up my five-pages from being complete thesis, and part of my thesis outline said at this point I was going to do a MetaTalk post to ask a few questions, but I am terrified of doing so.
Thanksgiving for me too! Ate way too much.
That, plus a relationship issue that is consuming me, trying way too hard to hold on to someone who is trying way too hard to leave.
i saw a headline the other day for all of a second that just said 'avian flu in turkey,' and immediately thought of thanksgiving--
trying to pull it together with plans to hopefully be mildly amusing later
Thanks guys, I'm going by myself but I'm not really afraid of the actual visit (except the painful bit). It's the anticipation that's killing me, no matter what happens I can deal with it but not knowing is excruciating. It'll all be over soon though.
Canada Thanksgiving celebration here, too. Roast pig (1/2 of a smallish one) and sweet potato pies (pumpkins is not people food, imco) was my share of a potluck for >100 people. I now have puppybelly.
cali.. The mammogram itself doesn't have to hurt. It's all in the technician and their technique. I know you can't not worry; my thoughts are with you.
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