Mid evening

All of you go look out a window right now. I don’t care what you are doing. Put it down and go look outside this instant. For those of you who do not read plans very frequently, and do not get to see this post until it is too late, I’ll let you in on a little secret. The weather outside right now is perfect. I’ll use that word again, because I like it: Perfect

It’s 65 degrees out. There are some thin, high clouds in the sky, which do nothing to hide the sun. The sun is bright, but not blinding. The air is calm, but not still, and the entire world is simply breathtaking. Go frolic. Then come back to the computer.

[wightman]: All that the load I folded included was two pair of jeans. Even I can’t fuck that up too badly. Personally, I love it when people fold my stuff for me. Please, any of you who are reading this, if you find I am clogging up a dryer you want to use, feel free to fold my stuff. I don’t mind, really. Honest.

Personally, I figure that anybody who is that particular about how their stuff gets folded should either sit and watch the dryer to prevent that sort of thing, or not use dorm laundry rooms. That’s like me camping out at one of the study carousels in ARH, and then getting pissed off because somebody carefully moved the stuff off of my “desk” when they needed to use it. I hate it when people mess with the stuff on my desk, but I have the good sense to only leave that kind of stuff on my desk in the privacy of my own room.

Early evening

Out of the shower and feeling refreshed. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, there is nothing like a 10 second blast of cold water at the end of a hot shower to get me awake and ready to go.

“You know, if I keep hitting myself in the leg like that, my leg is going to pop up and kick me in the nose.”
-[young1]

This from the same person we got to snort milk out of her nose at dinner. Never thought that yelling “booger” would have that effect on somebody, but it worked. Good job, [brofman], for making that last ditch effort to get the job done.

[wightman]: I wasn’t cursing the deamons of the laundry. If you look, you will see that I was in fact praising them. I know better than to anger such powerful and vengeful beings.

After dinner

Infernal Interference Update: I have started another load of laundry, and begun to dry the first two. Here’s a big “grrr” for whoever it was who piled all my stuff up on top of that dirty-ass washing machine. I did the same to them to put my third load in, but I at least cleaned it off before I did it. And I folded the load of laundry I took out of the dryer I needed to use. Why can’t other people be as sainted as I am?

To make up for it though, the shower is now available, so I’m going to go wash off.

[andersem]: What the fuck? You just changed your plan like three times in about a minute and a half, and put up little posts about how you changed your mind each time. I’m confused, man. I must have missed the volleyball thing. What was that all about?

Late afternoon

All praise be to Bob and Josephine, Horned Daemon Monarchs of laundry. I officially started two loads worth. Good for me.

Sadly, I again find myself ready to invoke curses, fist shaking, and foul language on the person who seems to always be in the shower just when I am ready to use it. I may not be able to bathe before dinner. That would cause me a great deal of irritation. Sigh.

My boy JP II became the first Pontiff to enter a mosque today. He also asked that Christians and Muslims “seek forgiveness from the Almighty and to offer each other forgiveness”. This, too, is a new and different thing for the Catholic Church.

Sadly, Syria (where the Pope was) and Israel took the opportunity to trade insults and accuse one another of being racist. Sigh. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Silly followers, religion is for rabbits.

[wightman]: Forget something, did we? Go to strike, silly girl. I’ll see you later.

Mid afternoon

Crawling out of bed early on a Sunday afternoon. Everything is peaceful, quiet and warm. Work looms dark on the horizon, but now, just for a moment, I can take a deep breath, smile, and let it all go.

Additions to my list of unbearably cool people:
6) His Holiness John Paul II, Pope of the Roman Catholic Church

[andersem]: I disagree. The solution to the green grass problem is to choose one side of the fence, jump on over to that side, take off running and never look back.

I am now off to put some laundry in, then take a shower. I may even do some schoolwork. (Don’t look so shocked. It could happen). I’ll see most of you at dinner.

Onwards to midnight

It all makes sense now! The following is excerpted from an article posted in The Onion:

NEW HAVEN, CT– In a diagnosis that helps explain the confusing and contradictory aspects of the cosmos that have baffled philosophers, theologians, and other students of the human condition for millennia, God, creator of the universe and longtime deity to billions of followers, was found Monday to suffer from bipolar disorder.

Late evening

Another day right down the tubes. If it wasn’t raining out, I’d go do laundry. Sigh. I really, really need to do laundry. It should be done. It can be done. It will be done. Tommorow.

Chilling fact of the day: The number of requests for internet wiretaps by the FBI increased 1850% between 1997-99. Yes, that is one thousand eight hundred fifty percent. The budget for internet surveillance, most of which goes to developing new software and other systems, increased by $2.5 million, to $13 million this year.

[andersem]: Who you callin’ sacrosanct, bitch? You better watch your mouth before I come and put my boot in it.

[myersa]: That’s too bad. Personaly, I think that most of us are bright enough to find it for ourselves. I, for one, have not had any trouble with it. Besides, even if we miss one, it’s nice to find a couple of them at the same time once in a while.

[wightman]: A pointed lack of hastle. Grrrr.

Before dinner

Grrr! Why is it that although there are two showers for a total of six people on this floor, every time I want to take one I can’t cuz’ some other wanker is using the damn thing? Bad timing, bad boy! No biscuit.

[burtone]: Way to admit that you didn’t say what you mean. That takes a big person. Good for you.

[huggins]: The moral and ethical center of the Universe? Excuse me, but I think you get yourself mixed up with someone else. Like Spock, or somebody.

[myersa]: This is not procrastination, it is sharing yourself with others. Do it selflessly and often.

[wilson]: Slayer? You’re slipping, man, you’re slipping.

[young1]: Goodbye and good luck. See you when you get back.

[wightman]: Pat pat. There. Good job staying awake. As for the song, you can hardly blame me cuz’ you don’t know enough 80s music. You hear a lot more than I do, from what I can tell. I’ll play it for you some time, if you like.

[heard]: I think you mis the point with the tradeoffs. The truth is that sleep is for the weak. This being the case, your Just damn indulgent option seems the only one to make sense.

The wee hours

The plan system is back up and running, I’m told. We’ll see if this posts or not. If you are reading this, it must have.

Those of you who pay close attention to my plan will note that several posts, some of them dated earlier than today are suddenly here. Yes, I have in fact been updating my plan in an off-line text file. No, I do not consider this a sign of mental illness. Hey, at least I only did it twice.

The [zicha] thing. I’m so tempted to just go off on people, but I’m not going to. I’m going to sit and stew for a little while. Then I’ll go off, when it’s all had time to ripen. I really shouldn’t spend as much of my time repressing things, but it’s easier in the short run.

[heckr]: You rule! Thanks for fixing this for us.

[wightman]: But it’s a good song! Nothing to complain about. At any rate I’m sorry. Here, let me make it up to you. See below for a different song. Maybe it will drive the other out of your head.

More music! Again, the Eurythmics.

Don’t mess with a Missionary man
He’s god God on his side
And saints and apostles
Who can come from behind

I always knew those evengelical people were not to be trusted. They fight dirty, the cheaters!

The wee hours

:), :), and three times :)

The whole [zicha] thing has got me worked up, but I’ll save my rant for after I sleep.

Pet peeves:
1) People messing with the stuff on my desk
2) People who keep the bills in their wallet out of order, mixed up, or anything other than all right-side-up, facing the same way in acending numerical order.
3) Foot notes in advertisements that lack a corresponding reference in the text of the ad. Do marketing people feel like they can’t have fine print if it doesn’t link to something, even when that something isn’t there?

[andersem]: Good for you. Nepotism = good. ‘Nuff said.