five thousand shades of blue
Thursday, February 27, 2003
RIP, Mr. Rogers
It is a sad day in the neighbourhood.
Monday, February 24, 2003
there was a weekend in there, they tell me
Unexpectedly I had to attend a long meeting on Sunday, and we went to see
Daredevil on Saturday; therefore, I got absolutely nothing useful done this weekend, not even my laundry. And? I still can't seem to communicate with the internet from home, I'm tired, my throat is scratchy, I'm losing my voice, I can't find some paperwork that I need and script kiddies have invaded the cafe's website. Truly it feels like the Monday it is.
I finished reading
American Gods... highly recommended. Watched a bizarre movie called
No Such Thing with my roommate and her friend. Those would be the highlights.
Friday, February 21, 2003
exhale
The hearing thing went well. I have a 30 day abeyance on the discharge. Gives me time to, hopefully, find some kind of solution. We're still working on the roommate's brilliant idea as well.
So I slept well last night. And it's Friday, I have a lot of crap to catch up on but don't have to work at the café this weekend. Dammit, if I can't get my computer to dial up and actually
communicate with my ISP someone might just have to die. ;)
Wednesday, February 19, 2003
by the way
The meeting yesterday was okay. Unfortunately it doesn't look like the loan guy will be able to do anything for us, but he said he'd try. However, last evening, my housemate came up with a really good plan that, if it can be pulled off, will solve all of our problems. (No -- it doesn't involve anything illegal. Sheesh.)
She was supposed to make the necessary phone calls today and I haven't heard anything yet. So, I'm hoping that no news is good news.
house burying blizzard
Via my dad, sure to make WNYers nostalgic for good or bad:
Blizzard of '77 pics.
I remember the snow. I remember tunnelling
under the snow.
Tuesday, February 18, 2003
two days of hell
Well, crunch time is here. Today is a meeting about a possible refinance. Thursday is my discharge, which terrifies me, because the EMC™ can swoop down like the vultures they are. I have phone calls to make when I'm through here, to see about whether or not it's still possible (time-wise and finance-wise) to convert to Ch. 13 which kills foreclosure proceedings.
No wonder I have a stomach ache.
Monday, February 17, 2003
well
I did have some free time this weekend. Heh. It conjures memories of impressionistic sunflowers when in actuality it's a reworked image of the sun's surface (keeping with the theme and all).
Weekend was great. It felt eternally long, which is ok by me for a weekend to be. I didn't end up going to the Asian Festival because I thought it would be too evil to have to face pad thai when I can't eat it.
Saturday, February 15, 2003
it's saturday
And I'm working.
Julie redecorates, and it makes me want to also. In my copious free time, of course.
Via
Janis: read
this without liquid in your mouth. Unless you
want it to come out of your nose. Because it will. Oh yes, it will.
I took my car in to the garage to get it looked at, because it accelerating slower and clunkier than an old '60s VW bus... well, my worst fears were correct. My car has so many things wrong with it that it's essentially not safe to drive, less belts and bolts go flying off into every direction while going 55 mph (who are we kidding... 65 mph)_down the freeway. And the repairs would cost more than it's worth. Feh. At least we still have the truck to drive, but I'm going to hate not having a little car to run errands around town in (that, and not being able to carry more than 2 passengers).
Tuesday, February 11, 2003
apologies
To everyone I owe email to or to whom I've been quieter than usual, I'm sorry... I've got the brick wall in sight and I'm moving way too fast towards it yet. My head hurts with trying to find someone who can help me legally, and so far, I've been through all two of the lawyers in town that can help me through the legal plan (one was very nice and had lots of good ideas, but felt uncomfortable with dealing with bankruptcy law; the other was too busy to take the case but his advice was to just sell the house and pocket the equity because "technically" everything the EMC™ did was within their legal rights to do. Um, not according to two other lawyers I've talked with). So... Frustrated as all hell.
And a hundred other little things that are adding up to quite the big thing. But I was able to get through my To Do list yesterday. I think the secret is to make small To Do lists.
Down 14 pounds as of last check. After 2.5 weeks. This does make me happy.
Monday, February 10, 2003
for every up...
Let's just say today has been the polar opposite of Friday, so far.
(Don't worry-- I'm ok, everyone else is ok, nobody died, the business didn't burn down. Just a truly sucky day.)
Sunday, February 09, 2003
comment weirdness
Enetation doesn't seem to think I exist... I think they're having, shall we say,
issues.
Life continues to be good, except for the ongoing EMC™ saga, which I have to get hammered out in a week or a half or Bad Things will happen. An's probably going to be promoted when her supervisor leaves in a month, probably to fill the gap the co-worker-with-more-seniority will vacate when he becomes Supervisor... or it's possible she'll be the supervisor if he doesn't want the pressure of being the top banana. We shall see. Either way, there will be a raise involved. And there was much rejoicing.
Friday, February 07, 2003
strange
The other day, a potted tree showed up mysteriously in the atrium portion of this building.
This morning, a poinsettia. (In February... go figure)
Is there something going on that I'm not aware of?
Thursday, February 06, 2003
...
I think I caught my housemate's cold. Bleah!
This was probably because of lousy sleep last night and fretting about the meeting I had this morning with a lawyer over yes, you guessed it, the Evil Mort. Co.©, ™. Turns out the referral that the
legal plan gave me was slightly off base and I need a lawyer with a different area of expertise than the woman I saw today. (I'd like to keep my current lawyer to handle this task but she's not a member of the legal plan, and I can't afford her.) Mind you, this lady today gave me excellent ideas for what to do and how to do it; she's just not current on bankruptcy law and didn't feel comfortable taking on this case.
So. I think my resistance was down just enough to let this little bugger through. Me? Not impressed.
Wednesday, February 05, 2003
let me explain
The last post.
When my friend jones and I were working together for A Department Store Chain That Has Since Gone Under, we worked on the floor, restocking stuff from the back onto the floor. Later went on to unpacking clothing from their shipping boxes, and whoo boy, you wouldn't believe how horrid that stuff looks when it comes in. Anyway, it was the late 80s, the peace symbol was making its first noteable comeback as a cool symbol, and it was
everywhere. Except for these hats that we got in. I think they'd been sent from overseas... and someone got the symbol all wrong. It was missing the bottom middle 'leg' and was thus the Mercedes-Benz logo.
So jones and I for weeks afterwards would hold up our fingers, make the peace sign, and say, "Mercedes."
(So now you know. This really happened.)
Tuesday, February 04, 2003
confidential to jones
(holds up first two fingers)
Mercedes!
Monday, February 03, 2003
poem
Snagged out of
the comments on wil's site:
High Flight
by John Gillespie McGee, Jr.
No. 412 Squadron, RCAF
Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds--and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of--wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,
I've chased the shouting wind along and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark or even eagle flew.
And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.
What?!
Saturday was a pretty laid back day. I spent it with my housemate for the most part, doing a quick grocery trip to Fred Meyer, then we cleaned the storage room, putting in a new 6 foot shelving unit (industrial strength black plastic -- this thing can hold cases of bottled Pepsi (at the cafe) so I knew it would hold my useless crap). An and Marian stayed in the office most of the afternoon playing
"Emperor", another one of those Caesar 3 type games where you build houses, buy food, appease gods and control lives (which, IMHO, is a little too much like real life for my enjoyment).
I saw no TV.
I saw no internet.
(This was due to the fact that my ISP seems to have changed something (like, the DNS IP numbers, this has happened before) so I could not dial in and An's computer was occupied. No 'net, no mail, nothing.)
Flash forward to Saturday night. I've got the end of "Law and Order: SVU" on and suddenly I see a blurb for the news and I see candles and flowers of remembrance, explosions and NASA, and I think,
Wasn't the Challenger anniversary a few days ago? And then I realize with a sickening horror that this is a brand new and awful catastrophe, and as the newswoman says the Columbia has exploded, the only word I could manage was
WHAT?!
It brought 1986 back all over again... sophomore year in high school, the shocking explosion live on TV, especially shocking to the drama advisor / physics teacher, Mr. Packman, who had been in the running to be on that mission... the wash of relief amidst the horror that he was still there with us, and we had that to console us. We took what we could.
This time... I don't know what consoles me.
...
I suppose I find great comfort in the fact that there are still men and women of all cultures and creeds willing to venture beyond the relatively safe bubble of this planet Earth. Many people dream of going to the stars -- I have never been one of those, but respect those that do. (Deep water scares me, let alone deep space.) So, bless them all for keeping the spirit of discovery and knowledge alive.
is
this just not enough…?
