I’ve taken 1 call. I’ve been here about an hour and a quarter. that one call was something I couldn’t do anything about so maybe 10 minutes. I go on break in 2. ‘Nuff said? I think so.
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I think I know why I like doing this during the summer in particular.
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And this one, because it’s after 4:00 in the bloody morning.
1) Are you currently in a serious relationship?
I can’t aford one.
2) What was your dream growing up?
I’ve had several. I know at one point I wanted to start my own band.
3) What talent do you wish you had?
No goddamn clue.
4) If I bought you a drink what would it be?
Rum and coke, or vodka and coke. Or beer if it’s a cheap night.
5) Favorite vegetable?
I don’t really have one.
6) What was the last book you read?
Oh god. I no can remember.
7) What zodiac sign are you?
Cancer.
8) Any Tattoos and/or Piercings? Explain where.
I don’t see the point. I can’t see ’em.
9) Worst Habit?
I’ll sometimes overanalyze. I should have majored in freakin’ psychology.
10) If you saw me walking down the street would you offer me a ride?
Sure, but we’d have to go back to your place and pick up your car. And your license. And if we get pulled over you’re too drunk to drive yourself.
11) What is your favorite sport?
Hockey/baseball, depending on time of year.
12) Do you have a Negative or Optimistic attitude?
Realistic. I always want the best possible outcome, but a perfect world this is not.
13) What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator with me?
depends on who you are and whether or not you’ve managed to piss me off (not an easy thing to do, for the record).
14) Worst thing to ever happen to you?
Nearly getting kicked out of school because a couple teachers were on some awesome crack that day. Thankfully it didn’t get far.
15) Tell me one weird fact about you.
I’ve been known to get out of bed at like 3 in the morning, throw on some music and do a little cleaning just because I couldn’t sleep. *shrugs*
16) Do you have any pets?
One very adoreable dog, who unfortunately doesn’t live with me at the moment. Space constraints suck. And I owe someone pictures.
17) What if I showed up at your house unexpectedly?
You wouldn’t get in the building.
19) Do you think clowns are cute or scary?
They’re irritating.
20) If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be?
I wouldn’t mind being a little lighter than I am at the moment. Presently being corrected.
21) Would you be my crime partner or my conscience?
I’d be the freakin’ ring leader.
22) What color eyes do you have?
Apparently it depends on who you ask. Some would say I have blue eyes, some would say I have brown. Jurrie’s still out on which of them have lost their frickin’ minds.
23) Ever been arrested?
Technically, yes.
24) Bottle or can soda?
Either, so long as it’s cold.
25) If you won $10,000 today, what would you do with it?
Haull my ass out of debt and invest the rest of it.
27) What’s your favorite place to hang at?
If it’s not work and someone else is buying the alcohol, anywhere.
28) Do you believe in ghosts?
No.
29) Favorite thing to do in your spare time?
Watch TV/talk at people.
30) Do you swear a lot?
*whistles innocently*
31) Biggest pet peeve?
People who can’t speak their mind. If you’ve got something to say, say it. Sadly, Algonquin College does not offer a mind reading class.
32) In one word, how would you describe yourself?
Relaxed-ish.
33) Do you believe in/appreciate romance?
Anything’s possible. I’ve been accused of being romantic a time or two. Never with proof though.
34) If you could live anywhere in the world where would you choose?
Austrailia/England/Ireland.
35) Do you believe in God?
Not in the biblical sense. That might warrant an explanation later.
<36) Will you repost this so I can fill it out and do the same for you?
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Where should you live?
I’ve had the window with this quiz in it open since I got home last night. However, I likes me some procrastination, plus I’m lazy as fuck, so it gets done now.
You Should Live in the Country
You are laid back, calm, and good at entertaining yourself.
You don’t need an expensive big city to keep you busy.
You’ll take the peaceful life over the stressful life any day of the week.
I think this quiz may have implied I’m a redneck. Now, just because I was born in hicksville itself…
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Never let it be said I don’t follow through.
I said a couple weeks ago I’d sort of throw together a rough idea of what my uh… I wouldn’t call them rules so much as, um… guidelines, I guess, around that whole communication thing. A sort of “if you actually want a response…” kinda thing. ‘Cuz sadly, as much as a few of you have several dozen ways to get a hold of me, there’s only so few of those that are actually viable at any given time. And certain members of the select group don’t seem to be accepting of the fact that yes, they *can* use said methods of getting a hold of me if they want to. Sooooooooo, kick back and learn a little something about just why in the hell I can be so damned hard to reach sometimes. Or not.
In order from most to least likely to get an immediate response, I’m usually reachable fairly easily by:
- Email/LJ comment
- IM
- Text message
- Phone call
Why so? Easy explanation: I work/am not always home/am not always at the computer/am not always paying attention to IM. However, I can check email *usually* from both home and at work, as well as my parents’ place on the rare occasion I actually go there. And… anywhere else that generally has a computer I can make use of. As a general rule, if you have the information, it’s with the implied intent of you using it if necessary. Just sent me 5 IMs in the last half an hour and didn’t get a response? I’m probably not in the room/apartment. IE: I’m probably going for a walk. Call the home/cell phone. Don’t have the number(s)/don’t feel like calling? I’ll see your IM/email when I get back, and if you’re still online at the time, I do actually return those reasonably quickly. Some of my readily available contact information’s conveniently stuck over here just for that reason. You may or may not be able to see all of it, but there’s probably a very good reason for that; specificly, if everyone I know had the same multiple ways to get a hold of me I’d never get any sleep.
Now with that said… on to what makes certain contact methods an issue.
- I can check email from just about anywhere I can access a computer (home, work, parents’, neighbours optionally). Same goes with LJ, so long as places like the great firewall of Dell don’t block it.
- I usually only bother with IM from home, for two reasons. I can’t be bothered installing it on other people’s computers who don’t already have it, and the multitude of web messengers out there have pretty much one thing in common; they’re about as secure as a small town church.
- I get extremely craptastic reception at work, which is where I spend most of my not at home time during the day, so text messages and phone calls aimed at my cell may not get picked up until I’m in a position where the phone can actually get a signal.
- Somewhat making up for the craptastic reception though, both my home and cell phone have voicemail. So in that respect it’s more reliable than text messages, unless you’re also the victim of nearly nonexistent reception. At which point I can only say I really hope Murphy was hit by a bus.
That’s me, in… well, not exactly what most people would call short. I like to be available to people when they’d like me to be. Life, on the other hand, has other plans. But so far I dare say it’s working out okay. And if not… plans can change. And with me, they can change on 30 seconds’ notice.
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Consciousness not included.
I actually grabbed what to most people would be considered a semi-reasonable amount of sleep last night; yes, just the second time in the last… week and a half or so that’s happened. cope. However, apparently I’m not supposed to do that. As here it is kissing 10 minutes past 2 and my bed’s missing me, I can tell. Okay, I’ve decided. I function a whole lot better on 2 hours of sleep than I do on like 6 or 7. Note to self: smarten the hell up and do what you’re used to. Mmm, okay, this isn’t working either. Will I get a call first, or go on lunch? Only people I’ve never met know for sure…
edit: James wins. Now if I can just minimize the calls I have to take before I leave…
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I should be alergic to Mondays.
On the bright side, I was able to download a small sampling of my music collection to what used to be my permanent webserver so I could have a listen from work. So at least the day won’t completely killify me. I now go look for reading/mocking material.
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… There is a cat. Outside my living room window.
What the fuck? If it’s the same damn thing that was hanging around last fall it’s a bloody wonder it’s still alive after the winter we had up here. Mind you, it’s also a wonder the SPCA hasn’t caught it yet. I think I almost stepped on it once…
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Fact: I don’t do well with birthdays.
Well okay, not entirely true. In fact I completely and epicly fail at birthdays. I’m sure there are at least 2 people’s birthdays this month that have gone past unnoticed by me for that very reason. The one solid exception to this is birthdays of past girlfriends and the occasional close friend. Girlfriends because, well, really, who forgets the girlfriend’s birthday and survives to tell about it? And the occasional close friend for I have no damn clue what reason. Lucky, mayhap? Eh, it works. If it wasn’t for LJ I’d probably forget about one very important birthday coming up in the next month or so. Hell, I still might. ‘Cuz occasionally, I’m an idiot like that. So yeah, if your birthday comes and goes and you don’t hear from me, I appologise in advance. You can feel free to take it out on LJ. Meanwhile, depending on the person who’s birthday gets forgotten, I’ll just kinda be over here. Hiding. ‘Til next year. *nods*
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The It’s Its There Their They’re Quiz
You Scored an B
You got 8/10 questions correct.Okay, so your grammar isn’t perfect, but it’s at least passable.
You probably know English and its rules well. You just are careless about applying them.
Proofread your writing a little more carefully. Your mistakes aren’t tragic, and they’re easy to fix.
Give grammar a little more effort, and you’ll keep your friends from shaking their heads over your blunders.
And that’s why I didn’t become an English major, folks. Okay, it was because I procrastinate too damn much for the major papers/essays such a program would actually need from me, but y’know.
PS: Stolen without shame from almadefortitude. Because, you know, credit where credit is due and all that.
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And that’s how to kill a weekend.
So after futzing around most of yesterday doing absolutely nothing (I’ve become rather good at that, you see), I ended up bothering almadefortitude for a bit before hooking up with murlynns_view and her husband and doing some movie watching at their place. the rest of that evening was movie, beer, and sleep. Kinda amused me, in a way; I brought beer of my own and ended up swiping a couple of hers. Hey, they were better. I learned two very valuable lessons though this weekend.
- Rogers Video is, in fact, uber uber expensive. Sadly, with no readily available car, it’s also the closest realistic option. A bastard, that is.
- the Lazarus Child (AKA: The Last Door) absolutely 100% worst movie ever.
I’ll do a real review of that movie at some point before I forget, but oh my. The suck factor just hurts. At the end of it, the 3 of us kinda looked at each other and went “We paid what? for what? Why?”. Good times all ’round. We ended up watching part of an old English society series about King Henry, but decided after about the first few episodes we’d of been better off watching the other movie a second time for all the good that was doing. So instead we decided screw it, and went to bed.
We ended up just kinda killing the morning today, had breakfast, generally got all kinds of woke up, and then wandered aimlessly around a few of the nearby neighbourhoods. It’s like 20 degrees or more out there right now; we were rather liking this. Work with me here. Sat around shooting the shit, walked back to my place, and now I get to try and keep my legs from falling off. I don’t think I did as much walking in a weekend as I did the last couple days. It was made of win. And on top of that, I still have less beer here than I started with. Which was the general idea of what I was aiming for. There is talk of hitting up at least one pub next week… I do believe the debate now hangs on whether to do it Friday or Saturday.
Anywho. Home. Tired. In need of caffeine. So no longer writing. The review may be tomorrow at work. Somebody may need to remind me…
PS: Anyone local been to Grace O’Malley’s lately? It still busy-ish on either day? It may be the determining factor for if and when we hit the place.