Obama is the (presumed) Democratic Presidential Nominee!

Things that amuse me even when I’m not on cold medicine.

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…but back at work.

Trying to get caught up with the scheduling.

Except when I’m sitting here at the front desk. Then I’m not so much with the working, since I’m sitting here waiting to be interrupted.

Still home sick, however, I’ve gotten to move up stairs, so after another hot shower (where would I be without hot water) I’m stretched out on the sofa with ice water and hot tea and a pile of magazines and a pile of books and two boxes of tissues (so I don’t have to get up if one runs out)

Kat is in the window chirping at the birds, Kit was wandering around mostly avoiding me (my plan to sleep in was foiled by her coming into the bedroom and pushing things (small hard things) onto the floor every ten minutes or so. (Drifting off to sleep and then being awakened by the crash of something hitting the floor is something I would recommend to those who want to interrogate prisoners. Just saying.)

On the other hand, I’ve gotten a lot of reading done this weekend: The Coyote Road: Trickster Tales edited by Ellen Datlow and Terri Windling, Death and Judgment, Acqua Alta, and Quietly in their Sleep by Donna Leon, and Witchling by Yasmine Galenorn.

And now I think I’ll read/nap some more.

Happy Birthday to my favorite (and only) brother in the universe!

My name is Zoom
And I live on the moon
But I came down to earth
Just to sing you this tune
Hey, Brian,
It’s your birthday today!

A present for you
I wanted to find
An outerspace creature
A one of a kind!
A wild whop or a kukelchoo,
An apple drop or a buzzardstew
Or maybe a 3-eyed tickleshay
For your birthday

Well, I’m running a temperature, so it looks like I’ll be in the basement for the duration of the weekend. (See previous post)

Only good thing is I get o make Michael run up and down the stairs to bring me water and aspirin and anything else I need. (Right now he’s making me decaf lemon lift tea, with honey.)

So please, entertain me. I am surrounded by books, but I wouldn’t mind some mindless staring at the computer either.

Well, I don’t think it was just that yesterday was a long day. I think I’m coming down with the same flu my boss was out with.

I’ve got a Dr appointment at 1:00 so I can see what’s going on and determine if Grandmom needs to go stay with my parents for a few days until I’m no longer sick/contagious.

I’m at work now, because I just have a sore throat and am a bit achey, and because I can sequester myself in my office here (well, except for having to teach Photoshop this morning, but I did warn my students to stay away from me), as opposed to increasing the chances of my grandmother getting sick if I am at home.

So off to the doctor at 1:00, and then I guess I’ll pull the bed out of the love seat and try and relax in the basement (there is no air intake in the rooms in the basement) until Grandmom heads out to my parent’s house.

For now, I just drank a bottle of orange juice and am starting on a bottle of water. Gotta keep hydrated. And I’m going to hope this passes quickly, so my grandmother can return quickly from her exile at my parent’s house.

Unless of course this is all just allergies and I’m worried for nothing.

OK. Go here then.

It’s summer driving music. Yay!

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Me: Michael! Can you come down here? PLEASE?!
Michael: (coming down the stairs) What is it?
Me: (pointing towards very small brown spider on bathroom wall) Can you please take care of it? I think it’s a brown recluse and it will bite me and I’ll die.
Me: I don’t want to die.
Michael: I don’t want you to die.
Michael: I thought brown recluses were big.
Me: I though they were small. Very small. If it bites me my flesh will turn all necrotic and rot off. (hands Michael a Dixie cup)
Michael: (catches spider in cup against wall)
(both stare at cup held up against wall)
Michael: I don’t have a piece of paper or anything to trap it in the cup.
Michelle: (runs and fetches a piece of cardboard)
Michelle: Thank you.

Why did he have to catch the spider? Why that would be my fault! I can’t stand for things to be killed, so the few insects and arachnids that escape the attention of the cats must be caught and released outside.

For those of you who don’t read Whateveresque…

If I worked in space I’d be a biodome gardener.

Try and restrain your shock.

What job would you do in space?

It’s not paranoia if they reallly are out to get you, right?

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While I’m sitting at the front desk, here’s a little something from Tanya.

Beware the beavers in Anchorage lake

First, there really needs to be an exclaimation point at the end of that headline.

Second, for those in the surrounding areas in Beaver, WV and Beaver Falls, PA: Beware! As if having to live somewhere with the name Beaver isn’t bad enough, now you can be attacked by your namesakes.

Either that or the beavers are tired of having their name stand for female naughty bits and are standing up for beaver pride.

I got nothing. Have some visitor stats:

i hate microsoft
Who doesn’t?

where did japanese folk tales originate?
Wild ass guess? Japan.

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See: Bush, President.

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Good grief not YET! I’ve got 3 more years!

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I’d totally forgotten I had this on my website.

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Heh. And here we all thought our founding father was all straightlaced.

popbo
Now that is odd. Popbo was my name for my grandfather.

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Is there an explanation? If so, I’d like to know.

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They don’t follow them. Any other questions?

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Gung’f fb fjrrg! Gunax lbh!

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Come on, vogue!

men with red hair
Try “The Redheaded League”

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Mars maybe. But between American football and the rest of the world football, it’s pretty much everyone on this planet.

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