taleya: (*snap*)
Haven't been getting much sleep. They're tearing down a house adjacent to our property (well, pretty much next to our bedroom window), so we get the roar, the crash, the fumes, the squeals and the bumcrack,. Lovely. Not only that, the fucking retaining bolts on the excavator are too small, so the fucking bucket claw shudders with a noise like a dying moose EVERY. DAMNED. TIME. THE FUCKING MACHINE MOVES.

They've been at it since Monday. Apparently it takes four 12 hour days and counting to tear down a house, 7am - 4/7pm. (Note: this house is already gutted, all they have to do is knock it down and clear the shit. that is all) My sleeping patterns, as once could expect, are completely fucked, and the rats are freaking in a combination of "WHAT THE HELL IS THAT NOISE" and screwed up routines. ("Why isn't mummy sleeping? What's wrong? ZOMG FREAK FREAK")

But yesterday was the cruellest of all.

I thought they'd finished yesterday. I really had. No noise. Trucks driving off. No big yellow beast on yon horizon. My heart quickened a beat. Could it be? Could it really be? It appeared to be so!

...and just in time for the council workers to start up fucking impact grinders on the footpath outside my house. -_-

Still. no matter, I thought, no matter. 'tis but a simple job, and it is out the front, where most of the house can block it, not the back, where our bedroom is, I can grab a shower with the rats, wash my hair and by the time I'm done they'd have moved down the street far enough to be less noisy.

So into the bathroom I paddle, four-footed maniacs in tow.

And lo, when I emerged, dripping haired and clean-ratted, they had moved down the street and blurred into an absent, easily ignored hum of background noise. I gave the rats their meds, snuggled them down with pasta screws to chew and slipped into bed with a sigh of relief.

JUST IN TIME FOR THE FARKING BULLDOZER TO START UP AGAIN

Since sleep's been off the agenda, I've been wandering about making other uses of daylight hours. Such as making fifteen fuckin' rat hammocks and foofterubes in varying colours for various rats and people (Now with action shot!), foiling the inside of the hanging braziers, cutting airholes in said braziers and....

...putting the dough casing on the tombstones. This is a mix of salt, flour and baking soda - so yeah, basically homemade cheap moulding clay slathered on over the papier-mache skeleton. Why did I bother mache'ing then? Well it gives it more stability in holding its shape, and also provides better surface for the dough to stick to. It also not only provides a visual and tactile stone effect on the tombstone, it also supplies a significant amount of weight and stability to the forms, as well as hiding flaws that papier mache faithfully duplicates.

Tombstones roasting by an open fiiii~iiire... )

This one I'm most decidedly pleased with. It will have an inset inscription when completed, and has a fuckin' cornices

Fear my cornices, bitch! )

Still not sure if I'll do all the tombstones in this manner - it's a pain in the arse and takes ages to dry. Grr. May see if there's a cheap 'n nasty spray on equivalent next time I go to bunnings.....

What the hell is that foil wrapped thing? )
taleya: (*snap*)
Haven't been getting much sleep. They're tearing down a house adjacent to our property (well, pretty much next to our bedroom window), so we get the roar, the crash, the fumes, the squeals and the bumcrack,. Lovely. Not only that, the fucking retaining bolts on the excavator are too small, so the fucking bucket claw shudders with a noise like a dying moose EVERY. DAMNED. TIME. THE FUCKING MACHINE MOVES.

They've been at it since Monday. Apparently it takes four 12 hour days and counting to tear down a house, 7am - 4/7pm. (Note: this house is already gutted, all they have to do is knock it down and clear the shit. that is all) My sleeping patterns, as once could expect, are completely fucked, and the rats are freaking in a combination of "WHAT THE HELL IS THAT NOISE" and screwed up routines. ("Why isn't mummy sleeping? What's wrong? ZOMG FREAK FREAK")

But yesterday was the cruellest of all.

I thought they'd finished yesterday. I really had. No noise. Trucks driving off. No big yellow beast on yon horizon. My heart quickened a beat. Could it be? Could it really be? It appeared to be so!

...and just in time for the council workers to start up fucking impact grinders on the footpath outside my house. -_-

Still. no matter, I thought, no matter. 'tis but a simple job, and it is out the front, where most of the house can block it, not the back, where our bedroom is, I can grab a shower with the rats, wash my hair and by the time I'm done they'd have moved down the street far enough to be less noisy.

So into the bathroom I paddle, four-footed maniacs in tow.

And lo, when I emerged, dripping haired and clean-ratted, they had moved down the street and blurred into an absent, easily ignored hum of background noise. I gave the rats their meds, snuggled them down with pasta screws to chew and slipped into bed with a sigh of relief.

JUST IN TIME FOR THE FARKING BULLDOZER TO START UP AGAIN

Since sleep's been off the agenda, I've been wandering about making other uses of daylight hours. Such as making fifteen fuckin' rat hammocks and foofterubes in varying colours for various rats and people (Now with action shot!), foiling the inside of the hanging braziers, cutting airholes in said braziers and....

...putting the dough casing on the tombstones. This is a mix of salt, flour and baking soda - so yeah, basically homemade cheap moulding clay slathered on over the papier-mache skeleton. Why did I bother mache'ing then? Well it gives it more stability in holding its shape, and also provides better surface for the dough to stick to. It also not only provides a visual and tactile stone effect on the tombstone, it also supplies a significant amount of weight and stability to the forms, as well as hiding flaws that papier mache faithfully duplicates.

Tombstones roasting by an open fiiii~iiire... )

This one I'm most decidedly pleased with. It will have an inset inscription when completed, and has a fuckin' cornices

Fear my cornices, bitch! )

Still not sure if I'll do all the tombstones in this manner - it's a pain in the arse and takes ages to dry. Grr. May see if there's a cheap 'n nasty spray on equivalent next time I go to bunnings.....

What the hell is that foil wrapped thing? )

*snarl*

Oct. 4th, 2007 04:28 pm
taleya: (I have a boo boo!)
The flu that copped poor [livejournal.com profile] torasin and half of graveyard finally caught me.

Well, it caught me a couple days ago, at the uncontrollable sneezing and sniffling stage, but today I can't sleep because everything hurts in that delightfully flu-ey way, and I'm fighting the urge to vomit.

Fun.

Not.

I reckon it was just waiting until I wasn't too busy to be sick. Bastard.

*snarl*

Oct. 4th, 2007 04:28 pm
taleya: (I have a boo boo!)
The flu that copped poor [livejournal.com profile] torasin and half of graveyard finally caught me.

Well, it caught me a couple days ago, at the uncontrollable sneezing and sniffling stage, but today I can't sleep because everything hurts in that delightfully flu-ey way, and I'm fighting the urge to vomit.

Fun.

Not.

I reckon it was just waiting until I wasn't too busy to be sick. Bastard.
taleya: (Jam jam jam)
*frap*

Stupid night at work again, stupid amount of work, and a huge amount of bitching. The day guys really need to pull their fucking thumbs out of their arses before I plant my foot up them. Little sleep and stupid work makes for ANGRY LEYA

So I came home and cleaned my office, cleaned the loungeroom and made [livejournal.com profile] torasin a pile of cabonara sauce from scratch :D I have odd ways of stress relief. Hopes he saves me some pasta, I can take it in to work and sup upon fine din dins indeed.

Paggles seems to be dealing better with her new bandage. I made sure this time that her front paws had mobility, which I suspected was the main reason she went to town on it. I was right :P We have a tentative visit scheduled for Friday, but at this rate, we may well be able to postpone it to Monday, when she should be cleared to take it off for good. The forced seperation has also allowed me to pinpoint exactly which rat is the bachelorette slob (Paggles), which one keeps stealing the mats velcroed to the floor and putting them in odd places (Maple) and which one keeps piddling everywhere (Onion, but we already knew that)

Hopefully can schlep up to Southland on Friday (have to check financials first) and then can pick up more carefresh, cageclean, and a few other odds 'n ends unavailable for purchase at the local Safeway. And of course, post off the various goodies to Australians :)

And then...oooh such slobbings I shall have. Such long hard slobbings.... *refuses to move*

Hugs to all and sundry who are also experiencing extended brown trousers time
taleya: (Jam jam jam)
*frap*

Stupid night at work again, stupid amount of work, and a huge amount of bitching. The day guys really need to pull their fucking thumbs out of their arses before I plant my foot up them. Little sleep and stupid work makes for ANGRY LEYA

So I came home and cleaned my office, cleaned the loungeroom and made [livejournal.com profile] torasin a pile of cabonara sauce from scratch :D I have odd ways of stress relief. Hopes he saves me some pasta, I can take it in to work and sup upon fine din dins indeed.

Paggles seems to be dealing better with her new bandage. I made sure this time that her front paws had mobility, which I suspected was the main reason she went to town on it. I was right :P We have a tentative visit scheduled for Friday, but at this rate, we may well be able to postpone it to Monday, when she should be cleared to take it off for good. The forced seperation has also allowed me to pinpoint exactly which rat is the bachelorette slob (Paggles), which one keeps stealing the mats velcroed to the floor and putting them in odd places (Maple) and which one keeps piddling everywhere (Onion, but we already knew that)

Hopefully can schlep up to Southland on Friday (have to check financials first) and then can pick up more carefresh, cageclean, and a few other odds 'n ends unavailable for purchase at the local Safeway. And of course, post off the various goodies to Australians :)

And then...oooh such slobbings I shall have. Such long hard slobbings.... *refuses to move*

Hugs to all and sundry who are also experiencing extended brown trousers time
taleya: (I shaved my balls for this?)
Conked out earlier because I was having a seriously fucked up vision/allergy thing that left me dizzy as hell. I had no wish to let go of that marvellous burger I'd eaten in a spray across the house, so I kipped.

Woke up briefly to the sound of [livejournal.com profile] torasin swearing and beating up the UPS because it hit 10% capacity and wouldn't shut up. (Mental note: Check that shit out. Power was only off for four hours, she's gone for five without squealing under the same load) Finally get it shut up, just in time for power to come back on. YAY for irony!

Go to boot up Meshy....dead mobo. Le sigh. Then again, her mobo is that old Soyo Dragon that has been in pretty much constant use for the past 10 years, so I'm not surprised she's died. Well, a tad surprised, but not terribly suprised. So Ye Olde Meshyfish.com is offline until I get home on Tuesday as I shall pick up a new mobo on Monday. (Thankfully she's a slackware box, so I don't have to fuck about when replacing it)

The NIC in the Meevee is being a tad retarded, I'm doing tests at the moment because I suspect the RJ may be on the way out. Unfortunately this came to light as soon as [livejournal.com profile] torasin stepped into the room when I was mid-metalocalypse. He's now paranoid that he's teh Evil Voodoo Computer Killer Man, which is a bit of a handicap when you program them for a living.

And Enigma is being an arsehole.

Probably something really basic I'm missing. Kinda hard to concentrate at the moment, vision is doing all sorts of seriously fucked up things. Grrr.
taleya: (I shaved my balls for this?)
Conked out earlier because I was having a seriously fucked up vision/allergy thing that left me dizzy as hell. I had no wish to let go of that marvellous burger I'd eaten in a spray across the house, so I kipped.

Woke up briefly to the sound of [livejournal.com profile] torasin swearing and beating up the UPS because it hit 10% capacity and wouldn't shut up. (Mental note: Check that shit out. Power was only off for four hours, she's gone for five without squealing under the same load) Finally get it shut up, just in time for power to come back on. YAY for irony!

Go to boot up Meshy....dead mobo. Le sigh. Then again, her mobo is that old Soyo Dragon that has been in pretty much constant use for the past 10 years, so I'm not surprised she's died. Well, a tad surprised, but not terribly suprised. So Ye Olde Meshyfish.com is offline until I get home on Tuesday as I shall pick up a new mobo on Monday. (Thankfully she's a slackware box, so I don't have to fuck about when replacing it)

The NIC in the Meevee is being a tad retarded, I'm doing tests at the moment because I suspect the RJ may be on the way out. Unfortunately this came to light as soon as [livejournal.com profile] torasin stepped into the room when I was mid-metalocalypse. He's now paranoid that he's teh Evil Voodoo Computer Killer Man, which is a bit of a handicap when you program them for a living.

And Enigma is being an arsehole.

Probably something really basic I'm missing. Kinda hard to concentrate at the moment, vision is doing all sorts of seriously fucked up things. Grrr.
taleya: (Default)
Allergic reactions suck supreme arse. Just in case you weren't aware. Something stung me on the way to the 7-11 yesterday and I've spent the past day itchy, grumpy,fucked up sleepy and getting progressively more and more snatchy. Grr.

And for some reason decided to make pumpkin soup. If you see a post lacking eyebrows, you know what happened....

Edit: And oy, can I just say I really really wish I had gotten that freezer? After the crazy weekend cooking bug, not only is the icebox stuffed full of the usuals like bread, wedges, frozen veggies, dim sims and rat mixes, it's also full of 8 hamburger patties, two main-course-sized servings of chicken/mushroom, eight portions of chicken veggie pasta, four pieces of steak, and now pumpkin soup. And I'm planning on making up a shitload of bolognese (read: gallon) at some stage for spaghetti and lasagnes....


Still can't stop scratching. Grr.
taleya: (Default)
Allergic reactions suck supreme arse. Just in case you weren't aware. Something stung me on the way to the 7-11 yesterday and I've spent the past day itchy, grumpy,fucked up sleepy and getting progressively more and more snatchy. Grr.

And for some reason decided to make pumpkin soup. If you see a post lacking eyebrows, you know what happened....

Edit: And oy, can I just say I really really wish I had gotten that freezer? After the crazy weekend cooking bug, not only is the icebox stuffed full of the usuals like bread, wedges, frozen veggies, dim sims and rat mixes, it's also full of 8 hamburger patties, two main-course-sized servings of chicken/mushroom, eight portions of chicken veggie pasta, four pieces of steak, and now pumpkin soup. And I'm planning on making up a shitload of bolognese (read: gallon) at some stage for spaghetti and lasagnes....


Still can't stop scratching. Grr.
taleya: (Ginger Zombies)
And yes, I've been a bit of an arse of late. Apologies to one and all. Fun and games and arseholes at work, arseholes at home, arseholes at the Dawn Service - arseholes, Arseholes EVERYWHERE! Why should I buck the trend?

Work has been niggly of late. Last night was a prime example - Did my usual mad chewing through workload, plus taking care of ten pcs on the desk that needed RISing, or program installs, or shifting, or to be looked at and threatened with a screwdriver, then around three AM had some spare time. Takin' time out, I decided to break down three boxen that needed to be cycled for spare parts and have been for three weeks (which apparently none of the other fucking five NSRs are capable of doing) completely took them apart, swiped everything that wasn't nailed down, tested, catalogued and stored as spares....

And turned back to find out that during that time fucking two thousand abuse tickets had come in.

So yeah. No lunch for leyas...but I got it all fucking done! HA!

Co-worker decided to be an arse at me, but found out that passive aggressive silent treatment is really not the best way to try and make me feel bad. Especially since I have a nasty habit of going up to people and saying outright "Mind telling me why you're being such an arse?" *smirk*

Much better moody now. Sorted some bank faffs that had to be done, nabbed a mothers day present to get that off my back, and they had rat food at Glen Waverley! Real rat food, the stuff the ladies like - and dear christ they were not shy in the slightest about letting me know the emergency stash I had for them was not acceptable in the slightest. (Pets Paradise ran out of their usual mix two months ago. I ran out of my last bag of their real food two weeks ago) So I nabbed four bags, and instead of the usual 'one for emergencies' I'm upping it to two.

And ...it looks like my much vaunted pay rise will be going through. Just waiting on the last of the paperwork. And not a piddly little 50c one either - looking at a $3 p/h payrise.

I feel a big finish subscription coming on :D


Going to slaughter the housework, as once again my attempts to hint, prod, and outright scream that leaving a fucking pot of gravy in the loungeroom until it not only moulders, but the mould EATS THE FUCKING GRAVY AND IS NOW A DRIED PATTY CAKE OF GREEN ON THE TABLE is not acceptable

/rant

- have completely and utterly failed. Common areas only, lounge is her domain, she can fucking wake up with it eating her face next time she falls asleep on the couch.

After all that, hopefully I'll be able to get some decent sleep...
taleya: (Ginger Zombies)
And yes, I've been a bit of an arse of late. Apologies to one and all. Fun and games and arseholes at work, arseholes at home, arseholes at the Dawn Service - arseholes, Arseholes EVERYWHERE! Why should I buck the trend?

Work has been niggly of late. Last night was a prime example - Did my usual mad chewing through workload, plus taking care of ten pcs on the desk that needed RISing, or program installs, or shifting, or to be looked at and threatened with a screwdriver, then around three AM had some spare time. Takin' time out, I decided to break down three boxen that needed to be cycled for spare parts and have been for three weeks (which apparently none of the other fucking five NSRs are capable of doing) completely took them apart, swiped everything that wasn't nailed down, tested, catalogued and stored as spares....

And turned back to find out that during that time fucking two thousand abuse tickets had come in.

So yeah. No lunch for leyas...but I got it all fucking done! HA!

Co-worker decided to be an arse at me, but found out that passive aggressive silent treatment is really not the best way to try and make me feel bad. Especially since I have a nasty habit of going up to people and saying outright "Mind telling me why you're being such an arse?" *smirk*

Much better moody now. Sorted some bank faffs that had to be done, nabbed a mothers day present to get that off my back, and they had rat food at Glen Waverley! Real rat food, the stuff the ladies like - and dear christ they were not shy in the slightest about letting me know the emergency stash I had for them was not acceptable in the slightest. (Pets Paradise ran out of their usual mix two months ago. I ran out of my last bag of their real food two weeks ago) So I nabbed four bags, and instead of the usual 'one for emergencies' I'm upping it to two.

And ...it looks like my much vaunted pay rise will be going through. Just waiting on the last of the paperwork. And not a piddly little 50c one either - looking at a $3 p/h payrise.

I feel a big finish subscription coming on :D


Going to slaughter the housework, as once again my attempts to hint, prod, and outright scream that leaving a fucking pot of gravy in the loungeroom until it not only moulders, but the mould EATS THE FUCKING GRAVY AND IS NOW A DRIED PATTY CAKE OF GREEN ON THE TABLE is not acceptable

/rant

- have completely and utterly failed. Common areas only, lounge is her domain, she can fucking wake up with it eating her face next time she falls asleep on the couch.

After all that, hopefully I'll be able to get some decent sleep...
taleya: (STRESSED)
Why will you not ping the rest of the network??

Your ifconfig is fine
Your routing tables are fine
Your nic is fine
Your port on the switch is fine
Your RJ-45 is fine

So why the FUCK do you keep telling me destination host unreachable when I try and ping an IP on the same fucking subnet???

*screams and slays everything*
taleya: (STRESSED)
Why will you not ping the rest of the network??

Your ifconfig is fine
Your routing tables are fine
Your nic is fine
Your port on the switch is fine
Your RJ-45 is fine

So why the FUCK do you keep telling me destination host unreachable when I try and ping an IP on the same fucking subnet???

*screams and slays everything*

-_-

Feb. 9th, 2006 01:26 am
taleya: (Work)
You know you're a BOFH if you've ever had a comms rack mounting nut fling itself back while you're trying to slot it in and bury its sharp little teeth under your nail.

And then a server crushes your hand


Good thing I can't feel 'em :D


Why, why, WHY is it always THOSE TWO 1RUs that must be moved every time we get new kit? Why? They're the dreaded finger-eating, rail-bending WHORES of the comms room. It takes on average about an hour to get them mounted properly because they're so fucking fussy. SO WHY MUST THOSE TWO ALWAYS BE MOVED???

-_-

Feb. 9th, 2006 01:26 am
taleya: (Work)
You know you're a BOFH if you've ever had a comms rack mounting nut fling itself back while you're trying to slot it in and bury its sharp little teeth under your nail.

And then a server crushes your hand


Good thing I can't feel 'em :D


Why, why, WHY is it always THOSE TWO 1RUs that must be moved every time we get new kit? Why? They're the dreaded finger-eating, rail-bending WHORES of the comms room. It takes on average about an hour to get them mounted properly because they're so fucking fussy. SO WHY MUST THOSE TWO ALWAYS BE MOVED???
taleya: (Pissed Off)
I am not a happy omi. oh no, no, no.

Stayed up too late this morning (my fault :P) and got woken up too early tonight (most decidedly NOT my fault)

You know geese? They're rather oddly graceful looking birds. All long necks and happy waddles. They're also one of the most fucking hellacious sounding animals on the face of the planet. Especially if there's a large group of them and they are excited.

What has this to do with lack of sleep? Well, fuck me with a toilet brush, guess who's housemates are capable of making noises EXACTLY like said geese, right outside her fucking bedroom door?

Jesus fucking christ on a cracker. The bedrooms are up the opposite end of the house to all the social areas. And it's a big fucking house. So someone, please, PLEASE explain to me why the HELL one would make crazed honking screeching fucked up monkey noises (oh! we've degenerated into a menagerie!) in the two feet of hallway between the bathroom and my bedroom? Even the fucking rats were sitting there going "Goddamn what is that shit??"

I swear to god, if some arse-reaming fuckstick interrupts my sleep on Friday, I will be beating them to death with a floor fan and then sodomising their corpse with it.

*grrrr*
taleya: (Pissed Off)
I am not a happy omi. oh no, no, no.

Stayed up too late this morning (my fault :P) and got woken up too early tonight (most decidedly NOT my fault)

You know geese? They're rather oddly graceful looking birds. All long necks and happy waddles. They're also one of the most fucking hellacious sounding animals on the face of the planet. Especially if there's a large group of them and they are excited.

What has this to do with lack of sleep? Well, fuck me with a toilet brush, guess who's housemates are capable of making noises EXACTLY like said geese, right outside her fucking bedroom door?

Jesus fucking christ on a cracker. The bedrooms are up the opposite end of the house to all the social areas. And it's a big fucking house. So someone, please, PLEASE explain to me why the HELL one would make crazed honking screeching fucked up monkey noises (oh! we've degenerated into a menagerie!) in the two feet of hallway between the bathroom and my bedroom? Even the fucking rats were sitting there going "Goddamn what is that shit??"

I swear to god, if some arse-reaming fuckstick interrupts my sleep on Friday, I will be beating them to death with a floor fan and then sodomising their corpse with it.

*grrrr*

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