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Somefing for the baby and Buffy
Mar. 29th, 2007 07:36 amUgh. I have to return to work tonight and that is not going to be pleasant. However, since it's before 8am, I figure I should continue to treat today like my day off. Since it technically is. Sort of. Overnight shifts wreak havoc with my ability to tell time. Not that I was ever fantastic to begin with. Consider the fact that I tend to have three calendars at one time [this only includes wall ones, not the fun rip-a-comic a day, or planner sorts] and I still have no freakin' clue what day it is without having to rationalize it out.
Still, it doesn't mean I wouldn't like to suddenly be filthy rich so I can sleep for a week and then return to my formerly totally awesome self. Wait, no, I was never totally awesome. Dammit.
Yesterday proved to be a bit of a dud in the productivity department. Unless you count watching six hours of Buffy productive, in which case I was golden. For obvious reasons, I hadn't re-watched season six since it aired, although I'd caught a couple of episodes [hello, OMWF] here and there. You really can't say no to some of them when they air in syndication. But in celebration of season eight, I figured I'd rewatch season seven. Then I remembered I hadn't done so for six, and thus my month long reign of masochism has begun.
I'd forgotten that six didn't start out with sporks to the eyes, it just happened to hit once Willow went from everyone talking about her magic ODs to her two day "I'm an addict on Rack's ceiling!" Two. Fucking. DAYS and that's all it takes to break you? G'ah. How did I forget that? I didn't, I just pretty much ignore all thoughts of season six other than these two:
1) Musical! Now stop spouting lines so I can get the damn thing out of my head.
2) Dawn has a reason to whine, bitches, so shut the fuck up. Except those instances where she annoys even me. Carry on.
So this means I try to ignore the fact that for most of the first episodes with Buffy's haircut, I'm tempted to gouge my eyes out. Now I stare in amazement at the chunky streaks. Or Buffy/Spike and the complete lack of interest/appeal they had for me once they started with the bringing down the house/crypt. Also, creepy scene at the Bronze is still creepy.
I'm up to As You Were, annnnnd I'll probably spend much of today finishing the end of six, so Sunday/Monday will be sevens.
To do today:
- clean out the office. that means cans/bottles/trash, you're outta here. Depending on the state of the kitchen, I may haul down some dishes as well. Let's not get too crazy, though.
- shower
- laundry
- rustle up library books I'm done with and send them back
- lunch. mmm. lunch.
- water my seeds so that one day they might be seedlings. Possibly.
- PAPIN photos? Perhaps Aggie's...
Remind me in a couple of weeks to buy the Widget's birthday present before May. Why? Because I always end up without money right before his birthday and it's not right. This year I'm thinking a toy chest/box/whatever and something to put in said whatever. Why?
Because I damn near impaled my foot on a Transformer, that's why. Which brought back numerous happy memories from childhood, but ultimately was not cool in the ways of thou shalt not break a kid's genuine straight from your childhood toy and ow, that fucking hurt! Now to find one that doesn't suck.
Perhaps a few smaller ones, as the boy is fond of pointing out that I used to stuff him in our toy chest and then sit on the lid so he couldn't get out. Now, that's fair and I did have a tendency to do that, but who was the jackass who kept getting into the box?
I don't want to come home and find the cats have shoved the puppy into the Widget's toy chest and then paid the other dog to sit on top so puppy can't get out.
Actually, that would be awesome.
Anyway, suggests for the Widge's birthday present would be helpful. He'll be six, and I think he's leaving the land of Spongebob behind for the land of TMNT.
Of course, I also should buy something for Ozma, seeing as I missed her birthday and I don't want to be the aunt who buys the kid I'm actually related to stuff, but completely ignores the kid I'm not related to. That's not right. Besides, anyone I call Ozma needs gifties.
Before I completely ramble myself into oblivion, this was too cute:
Widget is showing me the bag of stuff Mom bought for the Widge and Ozma. When he's done, Widge turns to me and asks, "Did you get somefing for my baby?" When I said no, not yet, he was scandalized. It was very, very cute. So next time he comes over, I'll take him out and we'll find something for his baby.
Two other things:
One: As a result of the working overnight thing, if you ever need me to see something and respond to it that day, you'd better send it my way before noon. Most people have caught onto this little fact. Some, however, have not. Cass would be one of them.
Two: Someone explain to me why I want a new digital camera, aside from it being a pain in the ass to try and take a picture of the Widge and have it tell me, "No. I don't like the lighting. Try again." Wait, that's enough right there, I suppose.
Still, it doesn't mean I wouldn't like to suddenly be filthy rich so I can sleep for a week and then return to my formerly totally awesome self. Wait, no, I was never totally awesome. Dammit.
Yesterday proved to be a bit of a dud in the productivity department. Unless you count watching six hours of Buffy productive, in which case I was golden. For obvious reasons, I hadn't re-watched season six since it aired, although I'd caught a couple of episodes [hello, OMWF] here and there. You really can't say no to some of them when they air in syndication. But in celebration of season eight, I figured I'd rewatch season seven. Then I remembered I hadn't done so for six, and thus my month long reign of masochism has begun.
I'd forgotten that six didn't start out with sporks to the eyes, it just happened to hit once Willow went from everyone talking about her magic ODs to her two day "I'm an addict on Rack's ceiling!" Two. Fucking. DAYS and that's all it takes to break you? G'ah. How did I forget that? I didn't, I just pretty much ignore all thoughts of season six other than these two:
1) Musical! Now stop spouting lines so I can get the damn thing out of my head.
2) Dawn has a reason to whine, bitches, so shut the fuck up. Except those instances where she annoys even me. Carry on.
So this means I try to ignore the fact that for most of the first episodes with Buffy's haircut, I'm tempted to gouge my eyes out. Now I stare in amazement at the chunky streaks. Or Buffy/Spike and the complete lack of interest/appeal they had for me once they started with the bringing down the house/crypt. Also, creepy scene at the Bronze is still creepy.
I'm up to As You Were, annnnnd I'll probably spend much of today finishing the end of six, so Sunday/Monday will be sevens.
To do today:
- clean out the office. that means cans/bottles/trash, you're outta here. Depending on the state of the kitchen, I may haul down some dishes as well. Let's not get too crazy, though.
- shower
- laundry
- rustle up library books I'm done with and send them back
- lunch. mmm. lunch.
- water my seeds so that one day they might be seedlings. Possibly.
- PAPIN photos? Perhaps Aggie's...
Remind me in a couple of weeks to buy the Widget's birthday present before May. Why? Because I always end up without money right before his birthday and it's not right. This year I'm thinking a toy chest/box/whatever and something to put in said whatever. Why?
Because I damn near impaled my foot on a Transformer, that's why. Which brought back numerous happy memories from childhood, but ultimately was not cool in the ways of thou shalt not break a kid's genuine straight from your childhood toy and ow, that fucking hurt! Now to find one that doesn't suck.
Perhaps a few smaller ones, as the boy is fond of pointing out that I used to stuff him in our toy chest and then sit on the lid so he couldn't get out. Now, that's fair and I did have a tendency to do that, but who was the jackass who kept getting into the box?
I don't want to come home and find the cats have shoved the puppy into the Widget's toy chest and then paid the other dog to sit on top so puppy can't get out.
Actually, that would be awesome.
Anyway, suggests for the Widge's birthday present would be helpful. He'll be six, and I think he's leaving the land of Spongebob behind for the land of TMNT.
Of course, I also should buy something for Ozma, seeing as I missed her birthday and I don't want to be the aunt who buys the kid I'm actually related to stuff, but completely ignores the kid I'm not related to. That's not right. Besides, anyone I call Ozma needs gifties.
Before I completely ramble myself into oblivion, this was too cute:
Widget is showing me the bag of stuff Mom bought for the Widge and Ozma. When he's done, Widge turns to me and asks, "Did you get somefing for my baby?" When I said no, not yet, he was scandalized. It was very, very cute. So next time he comes over, I'll take him out and we'll find something for his baby.
Two other things:
One: As a result of the working overnight thing, if you ever need me to see something and respond to it that day, you'd better send it my way before noon. Most people have caught onto this little fact. Some, however, have not. Cass would be one of them.
Two: Someone explain to me why I want a new digital camera, aside from it being a pain in the ass to try and take a picture of the Widge and have it tell me, "No. I don't like the lighting. Try again." Wait, that's enough right there, I suppose.
