taleya: (Jam jam jam)
Hit a bit of a slump re writing due to stupid antibiotics that make cheese of brain, off them and brain back on par. And i has plot. Delicious plot. *nroms it*

Also have what's shaping up to be an awesome scar that will make me look deeply suspicious. Mwahaha

Fence continues nicely. The main bitch is that we're also putting in a shitton of aggi pipe so we actually have proper drainage in some key areas - noticeably where it gets to about a fucking foot high behind the cinder block section of the garage, then promptly drowns half of Mqhele's yard. Big fat 20m run of 100mm aggie with a pit feeding into the storm water will take care of that nicely.

Unfortunately it does mean digging a foot deep trench through what is possibly the most crap-filled run of dirt in the southern hemisphere. Fucking fence is about 30 years old, and in the 20's, our entire area was a tip. Been digging up amazing amounts of shit. And fucking grevillia and acacia roots.

Also Mqhele is conveniently interstate, and [livejournal.com profile] torasin is allergic to dirt. Bastards.

Still, I persist. So far I've managed to flay my left arm open from wrist to elbow, rip the shit out of my knuckles accidentally punching concrete, tracked dirt everywhere and managed today to headbutt one of the 18g wires poking out the posts in what was actually a fairly decent three stooges impression. (Whammed my head, yelled loudly, clapped hand to it, and did a mad dance around piles of wood. Keystone cops have nothing on me, darlings) Also have what's promising to be one hell of a mark on the hairline.

Rather an impressive list of injuries thus far, but I am doing an entire property run of fence by myself. I think I shall start telling people His Lordship beats me, and see who's fucking stupid enough to fall for it.

Still, will look fucking spiffing when done. And already got about 10m of the pipe laid in the worst areas, so it should be fairly clear running for the rest. And it will be nice to actually have a fence, instead of a rotted shit pile that threatens to fall over sideways if you fart at it. And then I can finish up even more of the landscaping. w00000! (seriously, the landlord doesn't even recognise his fucking yard any more. We I am that good XD) And once that's secured, we can commence with investigation and procurement of ducks. DUCKS!


Wandered in today to find the rats had emptied their food bowl, carefully refilled it with litter, then crapped in it. No, I don't know why. But it made me laugh like fucking crazy.

Work continues to be work. The stupidity of others keeps me in fat paycheques, so I can't complain too much....Although I reserve the right to bitch vociferously when I'm taking three fucking calls at once. (And repairing a mate's laptop over IRC, but she gets freebies for being a goddess)

Question: How many of you here know how to press the eject button on a DVD-ROM? Because the staff I dealt with last week certainly didn't. I actually had to remote into a PC interstate to trip off a software eject because the concept of an eject button was too complex for them


*rubs temples* big fat paycheques....big fat paycheques....
taleya: (Futurama - Professy airplanes)
Still not dead. Still not king.

Work is doing okay-ish, new boss is still in the "trying out my new shiny toy" stage. Nothing I can't handle, although he's happy as hell given that in my first couple days there I fixed several issues that had apparently been driving him nuts for a while. It's going to be evil though. Very, very evil. I get paid monthly and work within walking distance of bunnings. Mwah. Mwahhahaha BUAAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHA

*cough*

Found out today that fuck me, we do actually have a tv antenna on this house. Heh. When we moved in, I tested the port, got shit signal. Stuck my head out, had a scope, no antenna on the roof. Welp, we have none. Seeing as we have Foxtel, didn't really give a shit.

Then today, six years down the track, I stick my head up into the attic space to check for leaks and possums. And there, in all its shaggy cobwebby glory, crammed square in the space between ceiling and roof is...the antenna.

...No, I don't know why the fuck.


EDIT: I should clarify - the antenna is mounted inside the roof cavity. No, it's not lying on its side, abandoned and stored. It's mounted upright and plugged in.

Inside the roof. (we have damn near 3m roof cavity height)

......no, I still don't know why the fuck.

GODDAMMIT IS IT SUNDAY YET????
taleya: (Futurama - Professy airplanes)
Still not dead. Still not king.

Work is doing okay-ish, new boss is still in the "trying out my new shiny toy" stage. Nothing I can't handle, although he's happy as hell given that in my first couple days there I fixed several issues that had apparently been driving him nuts for a while. It's going to be evil though. Very, very evil. I get paid monthly and work within walking distance of bunnings. Mwah. Mwahhahaha BUAAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHA

*cough*

Found out today that fuck me, we do actually have a tv antenna on this house. Heh. When we moved in, I tested the port, got shit signal. Stuck my head out, had a scope, no antenna on the roof. Welp, we have none. Seeing as we have Foxtel, didn't really give a shit.

Then today, six years down the track, I stick my head up into the attic space to check for leaks and possums. And there, in all its shaggy cobwebby glory, crammed square in the space between ceiling and roof is...the antenna.

...No, I don't know why the fuck.


EDIT: I should clarify - the antenna is mounted inside the roof cavity. No, it's not lying on its side, abandoned and stored. It's mounted upright and plugged in.

Inside the roof. (we have damn near 3m roof cavity height)

......no, I still don't know why the fuck.

GODDAMMIT IS IT SUNDAY YET????
taleya: (Father Ted - Down with this sort of thin)
So, toddled up for an interview (thankfully within walking distance) via a recruiter, and got vibes of "oh gawwd" when the idiots started talking about "typing tests"

Thankfully, they were not stupid enough to apply them to me.

They were, however, stupid enough to offer me the following:

-- sysadmin/support job, supporting sites in three countries, new site, so rolling out AD, printer installs, pcs, cabling, network infrastructure, etc etc....for $40k p/a.

*cue laughing fit* (for those of you unsure of Australian payrates - that's the kinda stuff that brings in around 68k minimum)

And it's a three month temp job

It was like titanic in slow motion. But the final snapping of the bow was when the interviewer made it quite clear that they were so interested in me because I'm fucking white and have traces of a UK accent.

Direct quote: "We've had quite a few Indian, Asian and other foreign applicants, but they're very hard to understand and very bad at communicating"

There is no emoticon to describe the face that I pulled right then. Giving them the benefit of the doubt in case of clumsy wording (Eg: if they'd said "You're supporting Germany and Austria over Skype, and they have difficulty with English combined with some accents over this medium" I might have let it slide) , I carefully pointed out that most of my professional career has been spent working with "Indians, Asians and other foreigners" and out of all of the guys I've worked with, the one person I sometimes had issues understanding was the goddamn pale-arsed Qubecois who's face was partially paralyzed. Fuck, most of them are far clearer than your average fucking yob.

In response, I got a faceful of "Of course there are ~exceptions~" and thaaaaaat's when I stood up and walked out.

I'll never be that desperate for a fucking job.

So I hit up spotlight and grabbed some flat fats and made a buncha cushion covers. Which means in the past few days I've done a ton of sewing, mopped and swept, built a new floating deck from scratch and rebuilt a PC. Heh.


In better news, [livejournal.com profile] madscot your parcel came! My face was literally :D :D when I opened it up. SECOND BEST PRESENT EVER!!! (Sorry, [livejournal.com profile] torasin still gets top notch for a much wanted and needed DVI KVM :P) *wears it about the house and swanks in speechless glee*
taleya: (Father Ted - Down with this sort of thin)
So, toddled up for an interview (thankfully within walking distance) via a recruiter, and got vibes of "oh gawwd" when the idiots started talking about "typing tests"

Thankfully, they were not stupid enough to apply them to me.

They were, however, stupid enough to offer me the following:

-- sysadmin/support job, supporting sites in three countries, new site, so rolling out AD, printer installs, pcs, cabling, network infrastructure, etc etc....for $40k p/a.

*cue laughing fit* (for those of you unsure of Australian payrates - that's the kinda stuff that brings in around 68k minimum)

And it's a three month temp job

It was like titanic in slow motion. But the final snapping of the bow was when the interviewer made it quite clear that they were so interested in me because I'm fucking white and have traces of a UK accent.

Direct quote: "We've had quite a few Indian, Asian and other foreign applicants, but they're very hard to understand and very bad at communicating"

There is no emoticon to describe the face that I pulled right then. Giving them the benefit of the doubt in case of clumsy wording (Eg: if they'd said "You're supporting Germany and Austria over Skype, and they have difficulty with English combined with some accents over this medium" I might have let it slide) , I carefully pointed out that most of my professional career has been spent working with "Indians, Asians and other foreigners" and out of all of the guys I've worked with, the one person I sometimes had issues understanding was the goddamn pale-arsed Qubecois who's face was partially paralyzed. Fuck, most of them are far clearer than your average fucking yob.

In response, I got a faceful of "Of course there are ~exceptions~" and thaaaaaat's when I stood up and walked out.

I'll never be that desperate for a fucking job.

So I hit up spotlight and grabbed some flat fats and made a buncha cushion covers. Which means in the past few days I've done a ton of sewing, mopped and swept, built a new floating deck from scratch and rebuilt a PC. Heh.


In better news, [livejournal.com profile] madscot your parcel came! My face was literally :D :D when I opened it up. SECOND BEST PRESENT EVER!!! (Sorry, [livejournal.com profile] torasin still gets top notch for a much wanted and needed DVI KVM :P) *wears it about the house and swanks in speechless glee*
taleya: (Broken stuff - DAMN YOU JUDE LAW)
So, cast out for a bunch of job applications, phone has been ringing non stop. Which means next week is Interview Week (and possible immediate Employment Start Week), which is just farkin' typical 'cos I need to get the bloody wedding dress refitted and the dressmaker I like doesn't do after hours. Argh.

But at least they do weekends.

I am currently buried in a shit-ton of flowers. All artificial - between asthmatic relatives and half my family being allergic to fucking everything on the face of the planet, there will not be a single piece of legit foliage at the ceremony. Plus my whole aversion to cut flowers (honestly, if you want to go out and kill something and bring its carcass back to me as a token of your manliness, BRING ME A FARKING STEAK.) Which, oddly enough, works in our favour as we have all that shit sorted now. Also buried in veils and gloves and all manner of cack. So, being the delicate, prissy little blushing bride I am, I retaliated by climbing most of the trees in the front yard with a saw and axe, and hacking down enough foliage to bury a cow. So far I've filled three bins, ripped the gleeful shit out of my hands and have a ton of skinned branches to chuck out on Hard Rubbish.

w00t.

Hope my goddamn KVM cable comes before I start work (also, that I GET work, wtf, people?). I've got a ton of rewiring to do that I've been holding off on 'cos I can't be arsed ripping m00f out of her nook and redoing it all more than once. Yes, first world problems indeed. I revel in them. (plus job means I can get my fob fixed and buy new pants and get my seed potatos and all manner of evil fiduciary glee. And stop leeching off [livejournal.com profile] torasin)


Also: I've had This vid stuck in my head all week. I believe in sharing the earworms, so I bring you links!


Ripped AVI file (59.8mb, HD rip)
MP4 Format (19mb, for ipods)
MP3 Format (256kbits/s, 7.24mb, end talking cut out)

All on MU, all personally ripped by me, and you know my shit is quality, so go nuts :P
taleya: (Broken stuff - DAMN YOU JUDE LAW)
So, cast out for a bunch of job applications, phone has been ringing non stop. Which means next week is Interview Week (and possible immediate Employment Start Week), which is just farkin' typical 'cos I need to get the bloody wedding dress refitted and the dressmaker I like doesn't do after hours. Argh.

But at least they do weekends.

I am currently buried in a shit-ton of flowers. All artificial - between asthmatic relatives and half my family being allergic to fucking everything on the face of the planet, there will not be a single piece of legit foliage at the ceremony. Plus my whole aversion to cut flowers (honestly, if you want to go out and kill something and bring its carcass back to me as a token of your manliness, BRING ME A FARKING STEAK.) Which, oddly enough, works in our favour as we have all that shit sorted now. Also buried in veils and gloves and all manner of cack. So, being the delicate, prissy little blushing bride I am, I retaliated by climbing most of the trees in the front yard with a saw and axe, and hacking down enough foliage to bury a cow. So far I've filled three bins, ripped the gleeful shit out of my hands and have a ton of skinned branches to chuck out on Hard Rubbish.

w00t.

Hope my goddamn KVM cable comes before I start work (also, that I GET work, wtf, people?). I've got a ton of rewiring to do that I've been holding off on 'cos I can't be arsed ripping m00f out of her nook and redoing it all more than once. Yes, first world problems indeed. I revel in them. (plus job means I can get my fob fixed and buy new pants and get my seed potatos and all manner of evil fiduciary glee. And stop leeching off [livejournal.com profile] torasin)


Also: I've had This vid stuck in my head all week. I believe in sharing the earworms, so I bring you links!


Ripped AVI file (59.8mb, HD rip)
MP4 Format (19mb, for ipods)
MP3 Format (256kbits/s, 7.24mb, end talking cut out)

All on MU, all personally ripped by me, and you know my shit is quality, so go nuts :P
taleya: (Master Pwnage)
That, my friends, was a weekend of win. And not only because it was five days long :D

Friday
Parental unit invasion, and Dad dropped off the pretty pretty invites. Gardens were poked, silverbeet was thieved, and my parents caught up on Time and Space. After they'd left, I painstakingly took apart two huge pieces of MDF and finally made that goddamn storage unit for the man room. w00t. A shower, then ratties sniffled all about while [livejournal.com profile] torasin and I stuffed envelopes and stamped things and ate huge amounts of pizza. Also: Foxtel were showing EVERY SINGLE BUFFY EP over the long weekend. Win.

Saturday
Put in the storage unit and CLEANED AND SORTED THE MAN ROOM. [livejournal.com profile] torasin is a happy, happy man. Not only does he have dedicated proper storage for all his empties and fermenters and brewing goods, we also have the gym back. Mqhele also swiped a bunch of DVDs we were planning to flog at the garage sale with glee :D DOCTOR WHO Moar buffy.

Sunday
SWAP MEEEEEEET. Picked up a new HDD for mum's media player (ramped it up from 250gb t o1tb for her mother's day present) and loaded it with fresh DW and Merlin and the master movie list she'd made up after perusing Engima. Cleaned up the garage - WE HAS GARAGE AGAIN. Also swept here, swept there, then got called over and ended up helping Mqhele put together his BBQ. Then a splishy splesh and ratty playtime while their cage was stripped, scrubbed and reassembled. Moar buffy. Also poked [livejournal.com profile] wheres_walnut and *spoilerz*

Monday
Finished the cleaning job that was interrupted with the BBQ making, cleaned up the courtyard, relocated the bok choy and started seeds of Pumpkin, Onions (spanish and hunter river), cauliflower, Aquilegias and leeks. Mmm. Produce. Edged the front part of the back yard, refilled the pope balls and reset all the gas tanks. Then a damned fine BBQ dinner at Mqhele's, mucho guitar hero, set up their wii and left them happily smacking imaginary tennis balls about. Moar buffy, dishes, applied for some jobs. Also gave the ratties a huge lambchop bone each (BBQ leftovers) and consequently the sun, the mooon, yea verily the very planets themselves not only revolve about me, but also shine out my bonnie white backside.

Tuesday
Moar buffy. Faffed, then more family invasion. Watched DW again with Jac and CJ, moar BBQ, ridiculous amounts of pool playing. Retreated inside to the warmth, invaded by [livejournal.com profile] dulthar and [livejournal.com profile] moonmip. Watched some Archer, faffed about with flowers, ate ridiculous amounts of roast chicken, moar ratty playtime and mucho winno. Also posted off the invites *ee*



SO MUCH SHIT GOT DONE. I LOVE IT.
taleya: (Master Pwnage)
That, my friends, was a weekend of win. And not only because it was five days long :D

Friday
Parental unit invasion, and Dad dropped off the pretty pretty invites. Gardens were poked, silverbeet was thieved, and my parents caught up on Time and Space. After they'd left, I painstakingly took apart two huge pieces of MDF and finally made that goddamn storage unit for the man room. w00t. A shower, then ratties sniffled all about while [livejournal.com profile] torasin and I stuffed envelopes and stamped things and ate huge amounts of pizza. Also: Foxtel were showing EVERY SINGLE BUFFY EP over the long weekend. Win.

Saturday
Put in the storage unit and CLEANED AND SORTED THE MAN ROOM. [livejournal.com profile] torasin is a happy, happy man. Not only does he have dedicated proper storage for all his empties and fermenters and brewing goods, we also have the gym back. Mqhele also swiped a bunch of DVDs we were planning to flog at the garage sale with glee :D DOCTOR WHO Moar buffy.

Sunday
SWAP MEEEEEEET. Picked up a new HDD for mum's media player (ramped it up from 250gb t o1tb for her mother's day present) and loaded it with fresh DW and Merlin and the master movie list she'd made up after perusing Engima. Cleaned up the garage - WE HAS GARAGE AGAIN. Also swept here, swept there, then got called over and ended up helping Mqhele put together his BBQ. Then a splishy splesh and ratty playtime while their cage was stripped, scrubbed and reassembled. Moar buffy. Also poked [livejournal.com profile] wheres_walnut and *spoilerz*

Monday
Finished the cleaning job that was interrupted with the BBQ making, cleaned up the courtyard, relocated the bok choy and started seeds of Pumpkin, Onions (spanish and hunter river), cauliflower, Aquilegias and leeks. Mmm. Produce. Edged the front part of the back yard, refilled the pope balls and reset all the gas tanks. Then a damned fine BBQ dinner at Mqhele's, mucho guitar hero, set up their wii and left them happily smacking imaginary tennis balls about. Moar buffy, dishes, applied for some jobs. Also gave the ratties a huge lambchop bone each (BBQ leftovers) and consequently the sun, the mooon, yea verily the very planets themselves not only revolve about me, but also shine out my bonnie white backside.

Tuesday
Moar buffy. Faffed, then more family invasion. Watched DW again with Jac and CJ, moar BBQ, ridiculous amounts of pool playing. Retreated inside to the warmth, invaded by [livejournal.com profile] dulthar and [livejournal.com profile] moonmip. Watched some Archer, faffed about with flowers, ate ridiculous amounts of roast chicken, moar ratty playtime and mucho winno. Also posted off the invites *ee*



SO MUCH SHIT GOT DONE. I LOVE IT.

hmmm...

Apr. 9th, 2010 12:00 pm
taleya: (Default)
Was planning on going on a huuuged cooking jag this weekend and break in the vacuum sealer thingie. Not sure if I can be arsed now (pies! Pasties! TUNA EVERYWHERE! QUICHES! STEAAAAKS! SPINACH RICOTTA POCKETPUFFS!) It does involve having to drag a ton of meat home from the supermarket. *ponders s'more* Although Penny does need her baby food, and I will no doubt need to purchase more cigaros....

Also need to get off my arse and mow the fucking lawn. Or make [livejournal.com profile] torasin do it. Preferably before the ducks come back. And finish repairing the chook shed. And the guttering. And that garden seat.

I swear, I have been such a lazy shit of late....can't help it. been in a peculiar physical state of late. Hurts a fuckton more than normal, although I have been a very good kitty and not bitten anyone. Metabolism meds have also been fucking with me of late in a seriously peculiar manner. Seriously. I'm either eating everything in sight, or loathing the sight of food. I also very strongly suspect they're exacerbating my light sensitivitely. Goddamn side effects can eat my arse out with a spoon. A SPOON. End result: A rife case of CBF I have not known since I worked at Telstra. O.o

Noticed last night that the mark on my back is darkening again. Which is usually a precursor to more spinal shenanigans. OH JOY. YES THANK YOU. THIS IS JUST WHAT WE NEED WITH HALF OUR GUYS GONE AT WORK ALREADY.

In short: Falling apart. As per usual. Pass the glue pot. Fwaaaaaaaa

hmmm...

Apr. 9th, 2010 12:00 pm
taleya: (Default)
Was planning on going on a huuuged cooking jag this weekend and break in the vacuum sealer thingie. Not sure if I can be arsed now (pies! Pasties! TUNA EVERYWHERE! QUICHES! STEAAAAKS! SPINACH RICOTTA POCKETPUFFS!) It does involve having to drag a ton of meat home from the supermarket. *ponders s'more* Although Penny does need her baby food, and I will no doubt need to purchase more cigaros....

Also need to get off my arse and mow the fucking lawn. Or make [livejournal.com profile] torasin do it. Preferably before the ducks come back. And finish repairing the chook shed. And the guttering. And that garden seat.

I swear, I have been such a lazy shit of late....can't help it. been in a peculiar physical state of late. Hurts a fuckton more than normal, although I have been a very good kitty and not bitten anyone. Metabolism meds have also been fucking with me of late in a seriously peculiar manner. Seriously. I'm either eating everything in sight, or loathing the sight of food. I also very strongly suspect they're exacerbating my light sensitivitely. Goddamn side effects can eat my arse out with a spoon. A SPOON. End result: A rife case of CBF I have not known since I worked at Telstra. O.o

Noticed last night that the mark on my back is darkening again. Which is usually a precursor to more spinal shenanigans. OH JOY. YES THANK YOU. THIS IS JUST WHAT WE NEED WITH HALF OUR GUYS GONE AT WORK ALREADY.

In short: Falling apart. As per usual. Pass the glue pot. Fwaaaaaaaa
taleya: (IT crowd - banging)
So yes. Shitful work day. Arghh. And Tuesday I have to fix Brad's iPod. Oddly enough, this is the third one I'll've taken apart and repaired since I started there. Word gets out o.O

So I got home and worked it off :D Blacked the backrest of the garden bench, sanded the fuck out of the wooden portions of same, and started on first coat of stain (bumrest already done). Wired up the new surround sound speakers, and modified the TV's colour values to compensate for the....orange of the new AV switch. W00t. We now have a setup to terrify all and sundry. Bills paid, and picked up a vacuum food sealer dealy - so now when [livejournal.com profile] torasin leaves food in the fridge until it achieves sentience, we just have a little baggy to toss. *nods* But mostly for the garden because sweet jesus the weather has been kind to it of late. Corn's growing like buggery, Tomatos all over the place, thai chillis out the wazoo, strawberries starting to flower, and the spring onions. Dear god. If you want spring onions come. Take them. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, TAKE THEM. I had 0% propagation failure AND THEY'RE FUCKING EVERYWHERE.

Plans for the weekend: Mow the laws, cut back the trees, re-stake the tomatos, finish repairing the chook shed, mount the rain sensor, poke badgers with sticks. And harass the kmeme :D


....Or not. Enigma's starting the HD whine. *goes to hunt down the one responsible*
taleya: (IT crowd - banging)
So yes. Shitful work day. Arghh. And Tuesday I have to fix Brad's iPod. Oddly enough, this is the third one I'll've taken apart and repaired since I started there. Word gets out o.O

So I got home and worked it off :D Blacked the backrest of the garden bench, sanded the fuck out of the wooden portions of same, and started on first coat of stain (bumrest already done). Wired up the new surround sound speakers, and modified the TV's colour values to compensate for the....orange of the new AV switch. W00t. We now have a setup to terrify all and sundry. Bills paid, and picked up a vacuum food sealer dealy - so now when [livejournal.com profile] torasin leaves food in the fridge until it achieves sentience, we just have a little baggy to toss. *nods* But mostly for the garden because sweet jesus the weather has been kind to it of late. Corn's growing like buggery, Tomatos all over the place, thai chillis out the wazoo, strawberries starting to flower, and the spring onions. Dear god. If you want spring onions come. Take them. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, TAKE THEM. I had 0% propagation failure AND THEY'RE FUCKING EVERYWHERE.

Plans for the weekend: Mow the laws, cut back the trees, re-stake the tomatos, finish repairing the chook shed, mount the rain sensor, poke badgers with sticks. And harass the kmeme :D


....Or not. Enigma's starting the HD whine. *goes to hunt down the one responsible*

*snort*

Mar. 4th, 2010 12:49 pm
taleya: (Eh??)
I just got carded in all seriousness when buying smokes.

Considering I'm 32 this year and the legal age is 18...yeah....*roffles* (ok, to be fair, I do not look like I'm in my 30's. On the other hand, there is no way in HELL I look like I'm under 18)

Beans is still very, very uncoordinated, but full of piss and vinegar. She managed somehow to fend off a shitload of PEWs last night to clamber into my lap and demand my salt and vinegar chips. She couldn't chew them, but by god she wanted them. So I gummed some up for her and she chowed down happily. Makes a change from soup, I suppose. (Meanwhile the other seven idiots are stealing them left right and centre from my hand, the bag, running across the bed with huge mouthfuls and trying to eat my ebook.) Mo' was freaking hilarious - she very badly wanted the chips, but doesn't like salt and vinegar. So she was snatching at them, then spitting them out and running furious little pissy circles around me. How dare I eat something she didn't like? HOW DARE I?

Somewhat bored at the moment. And full of sushi. God dammit, we had to move to a new building near a bloody japanese restaurant, didn't we? *shakes fist* AND THEY HAVE NEITHER TOFU NOR SEAWEED IN THEIR MISO, THE PRICKS.

What to do, what to do...*peels open notebook and lets the muse flood in...*

EDIT: BWAHAHAHA oh fuck I love Cracked...

*snort*

Mar. 4th, 2010 12:49 pm
taleya: (Eh??)
I just got carded in all seriousness when buying smokes.

Considering I'm 32 this year and the legal age is 18...yeah....*roffles* (ok, to be fair, I do not look like I'm in my 30's. On the other hand, there is no way in HELL I look like I'm under 18)

Beans is still very, very uncoordinated, but full of piss and vinegar. She managed somehow to fend off a shitload of PEWs last night to clamber into my lap and demand my salt and vinegar chips. She couldn't chew them, but by god she wanted them. So I gummed some up for her and she chowed down happily. Makes a change from soup, I suppose. (Meanwhile the other seven idiots are stealing them left right and centre from my hand, the bag, running across the bed with huge mouthfuls and trying to eat my ebook.) Mo' was freaking hilarious - she very badly wanted the chips, but doesn't like salt and vinegar. So she was snatching at them, then spitting them out and running furious little pissy circles around me. How dare I eat something she didn't like? HOW DARE I?

Somewhat bored at the moment. And full of sushi. God dammit, we had to move to a new building near a bloody japanese restaurant, didn't we? *shakes fist* AND THEY HAVE NEITHER TOFU NOR SEAWEED IN THEIR MISO, THE PRICKS.

What to do, what to do...*peels open notebook and lets the muse flood in...*

EDIT: BWAHAHAHA oh fuck I love Cracked...

Welp...

Feb. 20th, 2010 08:20 pm
taleya: (Drinking)
[livejournal.com profile] torasin hath departed for Cad's buck's night, and will no doubt reel home some time tomorrow smelling of beer, pot and seedy cheap strip clubs. (I bailed out on Chich's hen's night 'cos...yeah, I love her like a sister, but a night stuck in a small room with a bunch of drunk giggling girly girls I have nothing in common with? Sounds like an accurate summation of my own personal idea of hell. They're probably wearing tiaras. And they are doing karaoke)

So! I have the house to myself. I can do all those things you do when you have the house to yourself. I've already wandered around naked, whacked off twice, and done the washing. Actually I think I did most of those before [livejournal.com profile] torasin left. Dammit.

I have just returned from a long meander around the neighbourhood on a hot summer's eve culminating in a trip to the bottleshop. I am liquored up, and think it's time for a drunken cacklefest on Trillian (omeeos for those who have AIM). *bangs flagon on desk* WHERE'S MAH FRENCH TART?

(And yes, I know, I should be taking those meme photos but 1) batteries need charging and 2) can't take a shot of the main library in the loungeroom 'cos there's a cage full of rats enjoying the aircon in front of it)

Welp...

Feb. 20th, 2010 08:20 pm
taleya: (Drinking)
[livejournal.com profile] torasin hath departed for Cad's buck's night, and will no doubt reel home some time tomorrow smelling of beer, pot and seedy cheap strip clubs. (I bailed out on Chich's hen's night 'cos...yeah, I love her like a sister, but a night stuck in a small room with a bunch of drunk giggling girly girls I have nothing in common with? Sounds like an accurate summation of my own personal idea of hell. They're probably wearing tiaras. And they are doing karaoke)

So! I have the house to myself. I can do all those things you do when you have the house to yourself. I've already wandered around naked, whacked off twice, and done the washing. Actually I think I did most of those before [livejournal.com profile] torasin left. Dammit.

I have just returned from a long meander around the neighbourhood on a hot summer's eve culminating in a trip to the bottleshop. I am liquored up, and think it's time for a drunken cacklefest on Trillian (omeeos for those who have AIM). *bangs flagon on desk* WHERE'S MAH FRENCH TART?

(And yes, I know, I should be taking those meme photos but 1) batteries need charging and 2) can't take a shot of the main library in the loungeroom 'cos there's a cage full of rats enjoying the aircon in front of it)
taleya: (Jam jam jam)
Delicious, delicious evil.

Went over today, dragged a ton of stuff home, have more being delivered. Long story short, after this weekend I expect to have a fully automated watering system for the vegetable gardens (fed by two tanks that are in turn fed by a coke-can guttering collecting water off the chicken shed), a half-casket full of blueberry bush surrounded by my existing lettuce and new rocket and spinach plants, the table and chairs sanded down fully and hopefully re-stained by dear [livejournal.com profile] torasin and a great many biscuits glued to things.

So yeah. I picked up the blueberries and the half-casket planter, some Italian planter bowls, two new water tanks, an automated timer, 40m of 13mm piping and assorted drippers, almagam tape, two 750mm clamps, a bukket for [livejournal.com profile] torasin to store his beer things in, my biscuit joiner, biscuits and a shitload of sandpaper. Oh and potting mix. And probably a bunch of other stuff I've forgotten.

Pondering if Mqhele next door is going on a Bunnings run on sat - if I can cadge a ride, I can pick up another half planter and a dwarf citrus. Mmm. Lemony.

Kinkmemes are still eating my soul. Violin porn. woot. Although I have the feeling that one's a bit flat *pokes it with a broom*

Beans is doing well. Got a lot of her equilibrium back, but is still a decidedly grumpy rat. So situation normal, I suppose. She's being placated with a great deal of egg custard to make up for the huge course of antibiotics ahead. She's developed a fondness for eating her chocolate buds sideways - must take a video, it's frankly hilarious :D

Still not king. But I am Pharaoh, so I suppose I shall be content.
taleya: (Jam jam jam)
Delicious, delicious evil.

Went over today, dragged a ton of stuff home, have more being delivered. Long story short, after this weekend I expect to have a fully automated watering system for the vegetable gardens (fed by two tanks that are in turn fed by a coke-can guttering collecting water off the chicken shed), a half-casket full of blueberry bush surrounded by my existing lettuce and new rocket and spinach plants, the table and chairs sanded down fully and hopefully re-stained by dear [livejournal.com profile] torasin and a great many biscuits glued to things.

So yeah. I picked up the blueberries and the half-casket planter, some Italian planter bowls, two new water tanks, an automated timer, 40m of 13mm piping and assorted drippers, almagam tape, two 750mm clamps, a bukket for [livejournal.com profile] torasin to store his beer things in, my biscuit joiner, biscuits and a shitload of sandpaper. Oh and potting mix. And probably a bunch of other stuff I've forgotten.

Pondering if Mqhele next door is going on a Bunnings run on sat - if I can cadge a ride, I can pick up another half planter and a dwarf citrus. Mmm. Lemony.

Kinkmemes are still eating my soul. Violin porn. woot. Although I have the feeling that one's a bit flat *pokes it with a broom*

Beans is doing well. Got a lot of her equilibrium back, but is still a decidedly grumpy rat. So situation normal, I suppose. She's being placated with a great deal of egg custard to make up for the huge course of antibiotics ahead. She's developed a fondness for eating her chocolate buds sideways - must take a video, it's frankly hilarious :D

Still not king. But I am Pharaoh, so I suppose I shall be content.

Gnah

Jan. 1st, 2010 09:56 pm
taleya: (Jam jam jam)
Storming again. So we've got everything unplugged and are paddling about with battery powered laptops and the huge fuckoff UPS shield going.

:D

NYE was pretty good. Sacked out at Tony's house outside until the pissfest storm kicked in, then we mostly sprawled in his loungeroom talking shit, bagging cheesy movies and debating how good Frank would look in drag. (According to him, it's already been tested, and he looks horrifying) Also ended up with a bunch of people invited over to our place on Australia Day to peer in awe at the fantastic new barbecue [livejournal.com profile] torasin's parents gave us for Christmas.

Been reading an obscene amount of Dreiberg/Kovacs today. [livejournal.com profile] etherati is just brilliant at nailing how delightfully fucked up the pairing dynamics are (especially on Rorschach's side). And watching Newsradio. And fucking around. And getting trampled on by ratties.

Last holiday before Australia Day. I'm gonna enjoy it, dammit. Term back on the 4th, wish me luck....

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