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Know what's fun? Pretty much falling out of your chair due to the pictures someone has sent you first thing in the morning. Never managed to see The Dreaming before, but I'm guessing Cass had some bout of music nostalgia and looked up Chris Hall [as she loved him something fierce back in the day] and ended up coming across that picture and another. And promptly died. Possibly of laughter, possibly... not. Considering some of the bands I enjoy, I shouldn't mock too much, but there's a bit of a difference between that and my SW memories. Just a smidge... Ah, memories.
I've pretty much been dead on my feet this week, and today is no exception. I'm going to wrap Tracy's present and put it, and my other acquisitions on Bob.
My Black Parade vinyl goodness shipped the day after they emailed me to tell me it wouldn't. The... fuzzy? Just so weird. Luckily, I should still have my overnight at the mall money, so if the other shiny comes through, then I'm set. Time for the list of things in the mail, and some that already arrived so I canfeel important... Yes.
Shiny things, ahoy!:
I have the distinct feeling I'm forgetting something. Dunno what, though.
The oddest thing happened at work the other day. I was just about to go on break and I had my book out so I'd have something to read for my half an hour of relative freedom. Anyway, every single person I came across asked what I was reading and then wanted to examine the book for themselves. I bring a book to work nightly. It changes every couple of days, depending on how good the book is, how much I like it, and how big it is. You know, the usual. But never before has anyone, or a whole bunch of anyones, paid that much attention. The book in question is The Blue Girl by Charles de Lint. Yes, yes, I know, I'm awfully late to the party, but I'm easily distracted. What this has to do with the price of anything, no one really knows. It just does.
Did I mention the parentals got rid of the love seat and the couch, thus rendering the living room momentarily seat-less? This was after they sent the purple chair into the great beyond, thus making it so that I couldn't really sit in the living room, as I am not all that fond of sitting in dog piss. I know, I know, I'm very, very picky that way, but that's the way these things go. [The puppy has been known to pee while sleeping on anything and everything. Charming.] Anyway, at least with them in the room, I had the option of sitting somewhere if I snagged a cushion to sit on. No more!
Of course, then they retrieved the chairs they'd bought themselves for Christmas. They don't even begin to match on any planet, but since they didn't match the yellow walls, I shall not comment further on the non-matchy. It also makes sense since they wouldn't really like the same sort of chair, I guess. Dad went stereotypical Dad and got a recliner. It's green. Or gray. Or some bastard hybridization, I'm not sure. It's one of those colors that seems to suck all the color out of the immediate vicinity so you're not sure what you're actually seeing. Mumsy's is a cream sort of prissy girlie chair. Which is to say I know nothing of chair styles, and I'm too lazy to look it up. Really, you'll deal. Plus, sooner or later you'll get a picture of Princi on the chair. The footstool doesn't go with it [rocking footstool, blooooooooooooo] but they did manage to get the two cushions that did go with the chair [same fabric] although I gather someone tried to say it would cost extra, but Mumsy looked around the place and asked, "And what, exactly, do they go with if not this chair?" Score?
All that is to say I still don't have a place to sit and the 11 year old who is still waiting on that canopy bed I was promised is miffed because every year they ask, "what do you want for your birthday/christmas" and I recycle the same three answers. "new computer/chair/door #3." Well, I bought Kid Sister, door #3 ain't happening so we shan't discuss it, so where is my chair? *pout* BAH.
Headache. Stupid ponytail.
I've pretty much been dead on my feet this week, and today is no exception. I'm going to wrap Tracy's present and put it, and my other acquisitions on Bob.
My Black Parade vinyl goodness shipped the day after they emailed me to tell me it wouldn't. The... fuzzy? Just so weird. Luckily, I should still have my overnight at the mall money, so if the other shiny comes through, then I'm set. Time for the list of things in the mail, and some that already arrived so I can
Shiny things, ahoy!:
- LE Black Parade vinyl goodness
- Cassy's coffin necklace and chain
- I Heard A Voice- AFI [CD, not the DVD]
- Spice Girls Best of, special but not superdeluxe version
-
Tracy's makeup -
Mumsy's multicup-thingamabob
I have the distinct feeling I'm forgetting something. Dunno what, though.
The oddest thing happened at work the other day. I was just about to go on break and I had my book out so I'd have something to read for my half an hour of relative freedom. Anyway, every single person I came across asked what I was reading and then wanted to examine the book for themselves. I bring a book to work nightly. It changes every couple of days, depending on how good the book is, how much I like it, and how big it is. You know, the usual. But never before has anyone, or a whole bunch of anyones, paid that much attention. The book in question is The Blue Girl by Charles de Lint. Yes, yes, I know, I'm awfully late to the party, but I'm easily distracted. What this has to do with the price of anything, no one really knows. It just does.
Did I mention the parentals got rid of the love seat and the couch, thus rendering the living room momentarily seat-less? This was after they sent the purple chair into the great beyond, thus making it so that I couldn't really sit in the living room, as I am not all that fond of sitting in dog piss. I know, I know, I'm very, very picky that way, but that's the way these things go. [The puppy has been known to pee while sleeping on anything and everything. Charming.] Anyway, at least with them in the room, I had the option of sitting somewhere if I snagged a cushion to sit on. No more!
Of course, then they retrieved the chairs they'd bought themselves for Christmas. They don't even begin to match on any planet, but since they didn't match the yellow walls, I shall not comment further on the non-matchy. It also makes sense since they wouldn't really like the same sort of chair, I guess. Dad went stereotypical Dad and got a recliner. It's green. Or gray. Or some bastard hybridization, I'm not sure. It's one of those colors that seems to suck all the color out of the immediate vicinity so you're not sure what you're actually seeing. Mumsy's is a cream sort of prissy girlie chair. Which is to say I know nothing of chair styles, and I'm too lazy to look it up. Really, you'll deal. Plus, sooner or later you'll get a picture of Princi on the chair. The footstool doesn't go with it [rocking footstool, blooooooooooooo] but they did manage to get the two cushions that did go with the chair [same fabric] although I gather someone tried to say it would cost extra, but Mumsy looked around the place and asked, "And what, exactly, do they go with if not this chair?" Score?
All that is to say I still don't have a place to sit and the 11 year old who is still waiting on that canopy bed I was promised is miffed because every year they ask, "what do you want for your birthday/christmas" and I recycle the same three answers. "new computer/chair/door #3." Well, I bought Kid Sister, door #3 ain't happening so we shan't discuss it, so where is my chair? *pout* BAH.
Headache. Stupid ponytail.
