| Adventures with BatMite (the bat of indeterminate sex) |
[06 Aug 2008|12:00pm] |
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I had to sleep in the spare room Monday night, because BatMite made an appearance.
No, Christian Bale did not swoop down near my bed and make himself comfortable. That would be strange and just plain weird.
The swooping figure turned out to be a small brown bat, whom I've been calling BatMite. Between the dodging and the swooping, my landlord said he wouldn't be able to come over and free BatMite because he had the man the election polls at 4:30 a.m.
So, BatMite stayed up all night partying in my flat while I slept in the spare room.
And I managed to free BatMite myself last night, because he/she/it found a perchable area *IN* my kitchen sink (where dishes are washed). Poor thing was trying to find water to drink.
After donning a pair of leather gloves and a tea towel, I was on a mission to liberate BatMite and return him to the wild. I managed to coax him into the tea towel while chanting "God hates a coward" to myself repeatedly.
Poor BatMite squeaked a little bit once I had him in the tea towel, but I couldn't make him any more comfortable. As a Girl Scout, I never learned how to pick up a wild bat.
I released him/her/it on the outside porch, and a few hours later, BatMite was gone. Hopefully to a snug spot under the fairground grandstands. I hope I didn't traumatize the poor little thing too much.
In other news: I'm hosting a party at my new BatMite free flat on August 16. Hoping for a good turnout and that my cooking skills won't be found wanting.
Oh, and I know everyone is angst ridden lately, but I could really use some happy Doctor Who fanfic. Not fluffy per se, but happy or normal. Which is why I've been reading earlgreytea68's chaosverse fic lately. Brilliant stuff.
Cheers!
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| Dr. Horrible Rocks My Small Self-Centered Universe |
[17 Jul 2008|11:09pm] |
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OMG! Any Buffy/Firefly/Musical Theatre people out there?
I just finished watching the first two installments of "Dr. Horrible's Sing-A-Long Blog" !
Who has not seen this? YOU! Yes, I'm pointing at you! The person reading my journal. Get your mouse button up to a new tab and visit this site!
If you loved the musical Buffy episode "Once More With Feeling," or if you're still harboring a wicked Malcolm Reynold's addiction, you have to watch these video blogs. Brilliant stuff!
These entries saved my day today, they really did.
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| Short Genealogy Holiday |
[06 Jul 2008|09:47am] |
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Getting ready for a quick genealogy trip to Ohio this week. Feeling strange that my last day of work at the library isn't my last day at all. I need to go in the following week and help the new director with board packets. Then I'm off to be the director somewhere else.
I feel a little lost.
Not excited. Not giddy. Not anything.
Just blank.
And I'm wondering "Where is that little fire in the pit of my stomach?" It used to be there all the time, flickering and flaring. Burning beyond stress, strain, and anger.
Now I'm thinking, am I not allowing myself to feel anything because I hate the places I see when my emotions lead the way?
Thinking of seeing a therapist. Should have done that ages ago, I guess.
Work, school, and a therapist.
What a way to begin a new chapter of my career.
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| Scoping out the new place |
[21 Jun 2008|08:18pm] |
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First of all, I want to tell you that my perspective board president is awesome.
I've been hunting for a flat near my new jobsite. Most of my options are outside town, giant cookie cutter complexes which have the personality of a cheap paper plate.
She directed me to a place which is currently under renovation, a short walk from work with a rent price close to what I was anticipating.
It's freaking amazing! Two bedrooms over a vacant storefront. Original hardwood floors. Brand new counters and stainless steel appliances. Brand new washer and dryer. High ceiling. Skylights. Two full bathrooms. And the best: A claw foot tub in the master bedroom.
Price: $550 a month.
And now I realize that nothing I own can come close to the matching the look of this place. It was all given to me by my folks.
So, I think I’m going to move what I can into the apartment, and just hit up the used furniture stores for stuff that will match the feel of the place.
No more having to worry about where my friends will sleep if they stay over!
Will post some picts of this place soon!
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| New Job and Crazy Ideas |
[11 Jun 2008|02:15pm] |
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Took up the offer for the new job proposal last night. I'm not sure how I feel about it. A little disconnected, a little worried, more than a little restless. I'm caught between this and wanting to run away back to Glasgow to work full time on my PhD.
Life is short, it's a madhouse here, and all I really want is to run far away.
I know the grass isn't greener somewhere else, but upside is certainly outweighing the downside at this point.
It won't be the same experience again, I know this, but school and study is a pretty good way to spend a few solid years.
Dunno.
But I do find it rewarding to work. I really do. I just think I really need a holiday.
And an extra two weeks of paid holiday a year.
And a hug. I could really use a hug. And The Doctor. I'll take either Nine or Ten. Either one. Not really picky, I just feel the need for an adventure or two. Or Twenty.
Breaking the news to one of my board members today.
Will they give me the holiday time they owe me?
Will find out today.
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| The Potential to Shake It |
[02 Jun 2008|10:35am] |
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I'm expecting a job offer tomorrow for a library job down state. But I'm not too pleased with the salary they've offered up.
Barebones minimum, really. The salary rivals what a kid out of library school with a university reference desk job would earn. And in my experience, most university reference kids perform the tasks that heroin-fried monkey could do.
And this library is board is asking for a public relations hurricane without paying for the home insurance.
So, I don't know. I'm writing a counter letter today. Hopefully that should help to persuade them that if you want quality, you have to pay for it.
I've got a hell of a lot of student loans to pay off. Plus, I really like to travel outside the state, thank you very much. And I'm into little luxuries like organic foods and sourdough bread.
Until next time.
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| Long weekend and my new obsession with 'Rock Band' |
[22 May 2008|12:40pm] |
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I've been contracted as grunt labor for my younger brother's university graduation party on Sunday. Which I think is total crap, because he didn't even want a party to begin with. It's my mom's idea, which is cute, but why go through the effort? Like he'll appreciate it.
I'd rather spend a few nights jamming on Rock Band, which my older brother bought a few weeks ago. Man is it awesome!
And a little weird.
My brother, who it totally tone deaf and can't sing, managed a vocal score of 96% on "More Than a Feeling" by Boston.
WTF!
Dude, with my opera training, I couldn't score above a 97% jamming away with OK Go!
It's a strange world.
I must prepare for Family Health Night at the elementary school. I have a library booth hailing the joys of Summer Reading Program.
Blah!
Debs
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| New Who Fic - Middle Aged Mulligan |
[05 May 2008|10:43am] |
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Title: Middle Aged Mulligan
Characters: Jackie/Pete Tyler
Rating: T
Spoilers: Season 1 & Season 2
Disclaimer: I own nothing except my over active imagination.
Summary: Pete Tyler muses on his adjustment to living with a different Jackie and their instant family.
Follow the link to fanfiction.net.
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| I know about 'popular' |
[15 Apr 2008|12:38pm] |
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Everyone wants me. It's completely true.
Or at least, it seems as if everyone wants a piece of me.
My brain, my compassion, my hands, my thoughts, my butt.
No one seems to want my bosoms, which is a shame, because they are a rather nice feature.
My students want my teaching capacity. The city officials want my copy machine skills. The historical society wants my creativity in creating flyers and presentation handouts. The local paranormal group wants my PowerPoint skills. My younger patrons want the contents of my food box (animal crackers, candy, juice boxes ect.) My mother wants me to pick up the phone every once in awhile. My father wants me to be more like my brother. My sister wants me to back down from our most recent disagreement.
Yes, I can't step into the library for more than a few minutes without someone needing my help, insight, or a favor.
I have finally achieved what I longed for in school.
Popularity.
And I can now say from experience that it tends to make one quite wary.
Or maybe it's my immune system speaking through the keyboard.
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| Birthday Tomorrow |
[01 Apr 2008|02:14pm] |
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My birthday is tomorrow.
I'm not saying how old I am, other than I can be held fully accountable for my actions in most courts of law.
But I have been sacrificing chocolate bunnies to the cosmic consciousness, hoping for a great heap o'presents tomorrow.
So, if the TARDIS materializes in my flat during the day/afternoon/evening, screw you guys, I'm outta here.
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| I think I lost my moral compass |
[31 Mar 2008|10:39am] |
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Wow. I'm a truly horrible human being.
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| Birthday Plans |
[27 Mar 2008|10:27am] |
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Since I have limited resources and a small tribe of friends, I have no clue what to do for my birthday.
And the really embarassing thing: I'll be turning 30.
I was a leaky faucet last night. And my thoughts were quite dark.
So, no clue what's planned or what's going to happen. Everyone has been so busy that it's been difficult to meet up for anything.
I'm sending off another couple of resumes today.
This should make my future a little brighter.
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| Bunny Hopping Weekend |
[20 Mar 2008|02:53pm] |
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Getting ready for Easter weekend with a long three day break away. But I just wanted to quickly post a great poem I found on another livejournal page, which has me completely buzzing:
Wild Geese
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting -
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
-by Mary Oliver
Love it! You can find the poem, which is at the beginning of a Doctor Who fic, at: http://rabid1st.livejournal.com/142326.html.
Cheers
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| Taking the quiz again |
[15 Mar 2008|10:56am] |
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Send away for a naturalization record for my great-great-great grandfather.
Thus this is a somewhat mellow attempt at be productive.
I had to take that dog quiz again, because I felt like a totally different person today.
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| What kind of dog I'm supposed to be ... (Some Debate) |
[14 Mar 2008|04:03pm] |
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| Injury to my pride and my ring finger |
[11 Mar 2008|01:15pm] |
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In an altruistic move to repair the staff room stapler, I managed to insert a staple into the fleshy part of my right hand ring finger.
And that sucker was stapled to the limits of its capacity.
Yes, I managed to extract it, wash up and apply a band-aid.
Thankfully, my white cashmere sweater escaped unscathed.
Still have to finish board packets. But now I'm comforting myself with some grooving tunes.
That's all the news that's fit to print.
Cheers!
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| Send check or money order to ... |
[01 Mar 2008|09:41pm] |
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I have to swallow my pride and send off for some death certificates. Seven to be exact. No small order when each one of the little blighters are $10 US each.
So I was reading the specifications of the request. Most of it was pretty general, and then there were the "like its your ruttin' business," specifics.
Direct transcript from the unnamed county, GA. County Clerk Probate Court Page:
You may request a birth or death certificate by mail by following these directions:
Complete a written request with the following information:
Name as it appears on the birth certificate
Ok, no worries
Date of Birth
A solid date or will a guess do?
Mother's name
That's why I'm ruttin' paying you, lady.
Father's name
Again, that's why I'm paying you
List your relationship to the person on the birth certificate (i.e. self, mother, father, etc.)
"Insert times removed grandchild" There, how's that?
Enclose a self addressed stamped envelope
WHAT? As if this isn't just a bit back ass-ward.
Number of certificates you are requesting
Enclose a local check or money order for the total amount of certificates you are requesting (fees listed above)
Have you ever had to *send* a self-addressed stamped envelope?
The phrase "self addressed stamped envelope" makes me feel as if I'm sending away for merchandise from a really bad fan club.
*Scrubbs brain*
My people couldn't have been in civilization. That would have been too easy.
BLAH!
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| Assorted Doctor Who/Captain Jack Valentines |
[14 Feb 2008|12:12pm] |
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Because I finished board packets, I have a Valentine's Day gift for everyone.
Three Valentines, ready to print, two of which feature our man Captain Jack Harkness and another featuring Ten/Rose.
Simply print and fold.
Thanks to the websites and screencap folks for letting me use their awesome stuff.
Happy Valentines Day!
Follow the cut to the photobucket album.
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| What people will put in your pocket ... |
[11 Feb 2008|07:00pm] |
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I headed south to see my folks this past weekend. I needed to see them. I turned down my first job offer in years, and they supported me. Or, they told me they supported me. So, I had to check out their sincerity in person.
I ended up digging myself out of the ditch near our driveway Saturday morning. I managed to free my car (my mechanical boyfriend named Clark Kent) after an hour of digging, but I was talking out loud to myself and damning every person I could name during most of the exercise.
That can't be really good for my karma. I know this. But I was pissed and angry.
The rest of the day went quite well, bought some new swanky clothes at Macy's and had my tarot cards read. The reading was very soothing and insightful.
But I bid my parents farewell on Sunday afternoon. I had left a few spare articles of clothing still drying in the dryer, and my mom reminded me.
"I'll pick them up when I'm down again," I said.
But she scurries to the kitchen, and appears with two bottles of water a pair of my underwear, which had been freshly plucked from the dyer. They were still warm and completely dry.
Then she stuck them in my coat pocket.
It was a little surreal and very funny. But I could only grin at the time.
It's just one of those crazy things, I guess.
Until next time, campers.
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| The Breakthrough named Emma |
[04 Feb 2008|05:14pm] |
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I made a fantastic genealogy breakthrough today. And it's mostly due to a little girl named Emma.
Emma. Dear, sweet, Emma. Who was 12 in the 1880 census.
I've been looking for my great-great-great grandparents. For the sake of future reference, let's just call them grandPs to the third power (or GP3). Man, these people were tough to find. I knew where they lived, when they immigrated, and searched for several misspellings. Nothing. Zip.
*popping the p on zip for extra emphasis*
Then I searched some online obituaries. And found a Mrs. Emma Lewis, sister to Frank (the GP2).
Plug in Emma with various spellings of her maiden name in 1880 and BAM! A hit! She shoots! She scores!
*crowd goes wild*
Yes, Emma. Emma and her two brothers Frank and William. Her parents John and Mary. All of them from Czechoslovakia. The parents had a really messed up spelling of a pretty simple last name. The children were written on the next page, and the spellings were only off by one vowel.
And I found them all with a wee breakthrough named Emma.
I really like that name.
But also: Watched the first three discs of Torchwood this weekend. Very great to see these eps again. But I'm always yelling at Gwen in the first episode: "Don't type your message on a computer, you dolt! These people can cover up anything! Don't you think they've got some sort of spyware on your computer! Get a friggin' notebook! I've got three, I'll give you one!"
Then I thought, for the foolproof way, just leave some sort of items on the floor pictionary style.
A flashlight (torch) + a stick of wood
A bottle of Captain Jack (cross off the Morgan) + Sheet music to 'Hark the Harald Angels Sing' (Circle Hark) + a flyer from Loch Ness (Circle Ness)
See, this could work. Ianto Jones couldn't mess with that awesome plan.
Cheers,
Debs
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