A power outage.
I was in the middle of a long blog entry and a good conversation with D.B. Echo when my power went out. Actually, more like there was a power surge and all the electronics in the house EXCEPT my computer were OK. So I apologize to you, Echo, I know that the conversation was cut off, but it caught me off guard as well.
Onto another note, I'm still trying to put my room back together. It's going, but there's still a hell of a lot to do. At least my 436 books are taken care of. Those were a pain in the ass. Serious pain in the ass.
But I did some interesting new decoration techniques. I'm now mixing my antique/classic/neo asian/pagan theme with a grungy alternative theme. Not the word I was looking for. But steel trash cans for seats and a sign from "the department of transport" that says, "No Standing, No Stopping, No Parking NO KIDDING." Don't know why I like that thing so much.
I'm thinking of getting either a neon light that says "Books" or just one of your classic "Open" ones. I need neon in this room, damn it.
I'll take pictures when it's all done. Of course there are the new hardwood floors in here, which are nice. "hardwood", really. It's that laminate floor stuff. Still, it's very pretty.
I got a new book yesterday; "A Thousand and One Nights". We all know what that is.
It's next to my Complete William Shakespeare Works (leather bound, just like the aforementioned book), and "The Basic teachings of the Great Philosophers".
Pretty...
Yesterday was our nine-month, me and Eddie. We had a little too short of a phone call for my taste, but he was converting his family to Firefly, so it was forgivable. Not like I'd get mad at him for things like that anyway. Still living with your entire parental and family unit can be a little annoying... to say the least.
Listening to my radio station for entertainment recently. I watched my first television in a long assed time last night. Samurai Champloo on Adult Swim. I love that show, and I have no idea why. A little bit of Chris Rock standup and I was ready to go to bed. Still don’t' have much in the way of bedding in my room. One of my sheets is blocking the entire neighborhood from seeing me nude, and I don't exactly have much room to make use of what little supplies I have with my cat hogging the friggen bed.
You wouldn't think a twelve pound ball of fluff would have the ability to take up half the bed, but you'd be surprised. He's a very flexible thing. But nonetheless, I like that he's sleeping with me again, and all through the night as well. He didn't used to do that. I think he's happy with me letting him out again.
Speaking of my cat, yesterday when my bed was piled high with my four hundred plus books, he and the other two napped amongst them for about three hours. It was the cutest thing, and I was reminded yet again how much I wanted my cats to be book cats in my own little privately owned bookstore. That would be loverly.
Cats do seem to enjoy books an awful lot.
So I think I've covered the last forty-eight hours properly. Oh! I did have an "argument" with a friend. We're keeping our distance right now. But this is the first time in seven years of knowing him that it's gotten to this point. It has gotten increasingly worse recently, but I didn't make much of it until Friday night. Damn, this pisses me off. Don’t' really want to discuss all of it.
Well, there you are. I blogged for you. Be happy. Here are your two quotes:
"Time is a sort of river of passing events, and strong is the current; no sooner is a thing brought to sight than it is swept away and another takes its place, and this too is swept away."
-Marcus Aurelius
"If you want to stop wasting your time in vain fantasies, perform every act in life as though it were your last."
-Marcus Aurelius
Onto another note, I'm still trying to put my room back together. It's going, but there's still a hell of a lot to do. At least my 436 books are taken care of. Those were a pain in the ass. Serious pain in the ass.
But I did some interesting new decoration techniques. I'm now mixing my antique/classic/neo asian/pagan theme with a grungy alternative theme. Not the word I was looking for. But steel trash cans for seats and a sign from "the department of transport" that says, "No Standing, No Stopping, No Parking NO KIDDING." Don't know why I like that thing so much.
I'm thinking of getting either a neon light that says "Books" or just one of your classic "Open" ones. I need neon in this room, damn it.
I'll take pictures when it's all done. Of course there are the new hardwood floors in here, which are nice. "hardwood", really. It's that laminate floor stuff. Still, it's very pretty.
I got a new book yesterday; "A Thousand and One Nights". We all know what that is.
It's next to my Complete William Shakespeare Works (leather bound, just like the aforementioned book), and "The Basic teachings of the Great Philosophers".
Pretty...
Yesterday was our nine-month, me and Eddie. We had a little too short of a phone call for my taste, but he was converting his family to Firefly, so it was forgivable. Not like I'd get mad at him for things like that anyway. Still living with your entire parental and family unit can be a little annoying... to say the least.
Listening to my radio station for entertainment recently. I watched my first television in a long assed time last night. Samurai Champloo on Adult Swim. I love that show, and I have no idea why. A little bit of Chris Rock standup and I was ready to go to bed. Still don’t' have much in the way of bedding in my room. One of my sheets is blocking the entire neighborhood from seeing me nude, and I don't exactly have much room to make use of what little supplies I have with my cat hogging the friggen bed.
You wouldn't think a twelve pound ball of fluff would have the ability to take up half the bed, but you'd be surprised. He's a very flexible thing. But nonetheless, I like that he's sleeping with me again, and all through the night as well. He didn't used to do that. I think he's happy with me letting him out again.
Speaking of my cat, yesterday when my bed was piled high with my four hundred plus books, he and the other two napped amongst them for about three hours. It was the cutest thing, and I was reminded yet again how much I wanted my cats to be book cats in my own little privately owned bookstore. That would be loverly.
Cats do seem to enjoy books an awful lot.
So I think I've covered the last forty-eight hours properly. Oh! I did have an "argument" with a friend. We're keeping our distance right now. But this is the first time in seven years of knowing him that it's gotten to this point. It has gotten increasingly worse recently, but I didn't make much of it until Friday night. Damn, this pisses me off. Don’t' really want to discuss all of it.
Well, there you are. I blogged for you. Be happy. Here are your two quotes:
"Time is a sort of river of passing events, and strong is the current; no sooner is a thing brought to sight than it is swept away and another takes its place, and this too is swept away."
-Marcus Aurelius
"If you want to stop wasting your time in vain fantasies, perform every act in life as though it were your last."
-Marcus Aurelius
posted by Teigra at
12:20 PM
1 Comments:
Heh. And I was just looking for information on Honeywell air filters.
Actually, I've spent much of the last two days learning a hard lesson: never attempt to clean out your dryer's vent ductwork unless you're prepared to REPLACE your dryer's vent ductwork. I wasn't, but now I have. What fun.
I was wondering what happened there with the chat. I do offend easily, sometimes without even trying to, but I couldn't see anything I had said that had been very rude. Then I figured you had suddenly fallen asleep, which I was about to do anyway. Glad to see your computer didn't get fried.
You know about the "Recover post" button in Blogger, right? I've had to use it half a dozen times. It usually recovers most of my lost text.
If you don't mind, I think I'll give you a link and a write-up, for what it's worth.
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