HAY GUYS I’M WICKED SICK AND IT SUCKS :D :D :D At least my voice is funny so my boss actually believes me when I say I’m horribly sick! Seriously, I am having issues talking. It hurts. I speak aloud as little as possible, and when I do speak it is muffled, thick, rather chipmunky, and at about the same volume as something very, very quiet. Like a book closing in a library. It would be amusing if it didn’t hurt so much.

Begging out on class so I can get decent sleep this week. It’s this teacher’s fault anyway, he made me sick. D: That sounds kinda dirty, doesn’t it. …If I elaborate on that, it will sound even worse, so let us leave that there with a note of EW HELL NO. The only old men I am attracted to are on TV, and said attraction is deeply tied into the characters they play, to the point where I am not actually attracted to the actor. Seriously. It’s particularly noticeable with Supernatural - Dean I am all for, but Jensen? Nope. I don’t even know the guy. My impression is that he’s kinda adorable and kinda silly and a little old for his age, but I don’t know him. Dean, I know. Dean I have hours of DVD about. Jensen gets clips in the blooper reels, mostly of him laughing hysterically at something Jared did. It always disturbs me a little when fangirls get all fangirly over the actors. And it REALLY disturbs me when people write fanfiction for the actors. I am so not kidding. Fanfiction about real people is WRONG, no questions asked. It’s just as wrong as stalkerazzi and tabloids with giant arrows pointing at “baby bumps.” Whatever happened to showing our respect for their work by allowing them to have privacy? What happened to respect, period?

OKAY THAT WAS A BIG TANGENT I AM DONE NOW. (Also I just ate real food for the first time in days! Yay solid food! I am in so much pain!)

I am the only person amused by my Fanfiction.net stats. You have been warned. (more…)

I’ve never been fond of organic foods. I find organics to be mostly a ploy to make higher profits, as most things are. Organic onions from Tibet! Only fifteen dollars a pound! But there are some things where you can honestly tell - some things where the ostentatious packaging belies an actual tasty product. You see, the other day Shan ran down to the store to get some milk. The store within walking distance happens to be a local co-op organic granola-munching hippie haven. And for some reason, he got the big hulking glass jug of organic whole milk rather than our usual half-gallon of Hood.

OH MY GOD IT’S GOOD.

I’ve never really liked milk, and drinking it in cereal is more a matter of obligation than taste, and I can’t stand it straight anymore. But I was thirsty, and lo there was milk, so I had some. And it was good. I can’t even pin down what’s so good about it - it’s rich, I guess, without the sharp taste hiding in my usual Hood. (Let’s not talk about Garelick. Ugh.) The bottle itself costs over a dollar, but you can return it to the store and get the deposit back. I guess they’re sterilized and reused. Big, hefty glass bottles, like a truck. The lip is half an inch thick. I am so not kidding. But oh, the milk. I’m so unused to milk that it makes me a little ill to drink too much, but I waaaant it. It just plain tastes good.

I will save my tomatoes discussion for another day. They must smell of dirt, I tell you! This is not negotiable!

Why yes, I am procrastinating on my schoolwork and chores. This paper is SO BORING you have NO IDEA there is absolutely nothing I can do to make it interesting.

Apparently every HP fan is required to post about this, so I will cheerfully oblige. As Copperbadge said,

I leave Livejournal alone for one day, one day, and Dumbledore ends up gay.

Actually, let’s just turn this into a list of my livejournal friends list’s varied reactions. They entertain me. P.S. GIP means gratuitous image post. Link should go to said gratuitous image. People quoted are LJ users copperbadge, maiahaha, biztheinsane, hallidae, and lazulisong.

DUMBLEDORE IS GAY. Also GIP.

FANDOM WANK, WHERE IS THE REPORT ON DUMBLEDORE’S GAY.

DUMBLEDORE IS THUPER, THANKS FOR ASKING. ♥

I leave Livejournal alone for one day, one day, and Dumbledore ends up gay. What the shit, internet. Not that I’m unhappy about Dumbledore’s presumed homosexuality (I’m skeptical of the article’s veracity), but does the world save up this stuff for when I take a day off? Because I have no problem being connected for the rest of my life, it’s just that I can’t find a place that will do the wifi implants in my brain.

All us weirdos who totally thought Dumbledore had a big gay crush on Grindelwald?

WE WERE RIGHT!!!

And last but not least, how I found out before any of that: my Gmail news ticker.

Yahoo! News: Entertainment News - JK Rowling outs Hogwarts character (AP)

Personally, I think it was subtextually obvious, but so was Harry/Cedric and apparently Harry is not gay, so I have no idea how anyone was supposed to figure it out. I’m not surprised, but then I wouldn’t be surprised if Harry did a little jig on the grave of JRR Tolkien. Okay, maybe that’s pushing it a bit, but really. Have you read Harry Potter? I’m not surprised at all. Amused, and rather disappointed that it wasn’t made very clear in canon, since I tend to ignore most everything the author says that didn’t make it into the books, but pleased nonetheless. Everyone loves Dumbledore, and now he can be queer in every sense of the word. <3

I started feeling incredibly down the last few days, so I set my alarm for 8am (early for a weekend, but I know I feel better if I’m up at a reasonable hour) and got out of the house for a bit. And by gosh, there was a Farmer’s Market going on! It’s the first one I’ve been to all summer, although this isn’t summer anymore - it was wonderful, not for the food (I bought three tomatoes there for $1.50) but just for being there. I took a lot of pictures of dogs. Then I wandered into a couple stores and ended up getting some stuff for Dad and two lovely amber rings. Tradewinds had an amber sale last weekend, so they have amber coming out their ears - I got two beautiful rings for $30 altogether, and they are brilliantly designed so that they sit right on my peculiarly angled finger. Then I went out and said, “Oooh, I have cash and that little stand has baklava. It was meant to be!” And oh WAS I RIGHT. Mmm, so good - not a trace of corn oil or preservatives, just honey and nuts and phyllo. I adore homemade baklava, it is the love of my life. Sorry, Shan, you lose out to baklava! AND THEN (Oh, this day is not over!) I got a crepe with apples and brie, and took more pictures of dogs, and it drizzled a little but my god, I had dressed up in my pretty winter skirt and mock turtleneck and I felt pretty and happy and full and oh, it is a good day. I know it sounds like a lot of food, but I’d only had some yogurt for breakfast, so that was lunch and probably dinner as well. And it was all cheap, except the crepe! It was so worth it just to feel better, though. I was really down last night, but let’s not talk about that. OH and the place I got the ring from was doing this thing where they were giving away these adorable handcrafted dolphins with every purchase, and the lady ringing me up was kind enough to let me have two. I have named them John and Rodney and I know exactly which is which - oh, go ahead and laugh now, I think they’re adorable. They go with my Rodney-penguin. <3 Oh, today feels good. I wish I’d gotten an amber necklace, but they were pretty expensive and they didn’t have a style I really liked. Oh amber, you are my favorite rock-type object~ For the record, I hate diamonds, dislike wearing gold, but I adore titanium, amber, and opals. Pretty pretty amber~

ETA: Pictures added to my Photobucket album, which I should add to my sidebar. Husky vs. Malamute, Fight!

Things are awesome right now, so of course I have nothing to say. I survived my solo week at work, my body is for once not failing me, the book I have to read for class is at least decently written this time (although the author needs serious help on tone and conveying the right emotions), and I am thinking wistfully of cooking apples and getting cider. What I should be doing is getting dressed, doing dishes, and homework, but all of that can, for once, wait. I can take a moment to breathe, and then do what I want, not what’s most urgent at the moment. Today feels good.

We watched the first Star Trek movie last night - I’d never seen it, and I spent the entire movie going OH MY GOD LOOK AT THAT. It was beautiful, absolutely beautiful, in a way that no movie nowadays is. God, the reveal of the Enterprise - that was incredibly moving, loving glimpses through the dock cradle, the way Scottie took the long way around without even asking because he knows his captain just that well. There’s so much love there, in the whole movie. I guess I feel a little ridiculous saying it, particularly since I’ve never been a real trekkie (although I guess I was raised as one), but it was just such a moving film. And man, Shatner’s face is so expressive. When he’s staring out of that shuttle at what you know must be studio lights, it really seems like he’s looking at something he loves more than life itself.

So this week I am in charge of an entire department, the gear hobs. It’s also time for the annual inventory, so I counted half the gear blanks and then got sent over to be Tod’s measuring bitch, which was alright. He thinks I’m dumb as rocks, but he’s nice about it, and it’s largely true as far as the machine shop goes - I can’t set up my own jobs, all I know about the CNCs I picked up since I got there, I have trouble sizing drills, and I can’t convert fraction to decimal. I pretty much just push the Go button over and over. So anyway, we measured a whole lot of metal in sixteenths of a inch and converted it to feet and wrote it all down. This sounds simple. Let me explain. These are twelve-foot sections of bar and rod stock, which are all at MOST one inch wide, which means they are long and thin and flop everywhere while also being heavy and prone to pinching. So inevitably, at some point I pulled my back. Hard. Repeatedly.

I forget when I got this heating pad, but it’s such a lifesaver. It helped my knee stay mobile through last winter, it’s helped my cramps, it even kept me warm when Shan was on a business trip and it got chilly, but not chilly enough to turn on the heat. And now I am praying it will spare my back the worst of my stupidity so that I can go do the same thing tomorrow. Ugh. Also, I got into a slight argument with one of the supervisors, but it’s probably okay because my supervisor was already mad at said supervisor and thus I am not in trouble.

Gonna do homework now. I keep thinking class is on Mondays, but it’s Tuesdays. On the bright side, this means I always remember to do my homework, albeit at the last minute. Still peeved at Linux teacher for thinking the class is a hybrid - I swear to god I did not sign up for a hybrid. *double-checks* Nope, not a hybrid class. But apparently I did skip a prerequisite. Huh. But anyway, I have to do a quiz online this week before class, and he’s really bad about communicating so I have no idea if I have any other homework. I’m trying to remember to ask him very specifically what the work for the week is when class lets out, but I forget sometimes. Sigh.

Now for TV, warm blankets, and homework reading. Autumn is so wonderful. It makes me happy. Now all I need is cider~ I guess tea will do for now. Tea, Earl Grey, hot!