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dawn_felagund) wrote2006-02-27 12:39 pm
dawn_felagund) wrote2006-02-27 12:39 pm
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The Weekend Wrap-Up
I had some goals for this weekend:
What I did:
Still, I can't be wholly disappointed. It was a fun weekend, although--aside from the stats--was not nearly as chock-full-o' productive pursuits as a normal weekend for me. The eight hours of stats pretty much fried my brain, although only one section was actually challenging. The rest was fairly straightforward and done in a jiffy. (My co-conspirator is supposed to be bringing me an "envelope of money" this afternoon, so we'll see. An envelope of money doesn't sound all bad....)
Potter got to hang out for quite some time, which was good, as his work/school schedule has made him less a permanent fixture in our apartment than usual. *waves to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
yuanrang and offers him a sausage* And our friends Cindy and Andy hung out for quite a while on Sunday. I'm beginning to feel like a social animal again, although wait a month: I'll want to crawl back into my cave again with naught but my husband and muses for company.
But two memorably funny things happened this weekend. Yesterday, after Cindy and Andy left, Potter ripped a huge fart.
I said, "Potter! Sheesh! Why'd you do that?" and he replied, "Because I couldn't do it while Cindy and Andy were here!"
I told him, "I don't know if it's a compliment or an insult that you won't do something like that in front of them but you will in front of us." He assured me that it was a compliment.
It's kind of a bizarre way of saying, "I care," though.
Then, for supper at the Ellicott Mills Brewing Company, Potter ordered something called the "sausage mixed grill," which basically consists of an assortment of sausages. When it was sitting in front of him, I couldn't help it. I started laughing. "What, Dawn?" he asked, although he must have known where it was going, even before I said, "How do you like your sausage fest?"
I would start laughing at random times throughout the meal and Potter would just glaaaare...but he's used to me by now. I just find something very amusing about sausage. I can't stand it myself--meat or vegetarian--but there's something about a tube filled with ground up meat....
Last night, trying to fall asleep, some idiot kept clicking the remote lock on his car, so the damned thing kept beeping, over and over and over again. There I lay, nerves humming--after convincing the muses that last night was for sleeping, and that during my relatively low-key week, I will pay them the attention they deserve--and tense as a board with Bobby the same beside me. Finally, I said, "Can I be a damned hermit? And live in a cave somewhere? Well, I'd take you. We'd be a hermit couple. All I'd need was my laptop and you could have your NHL Center Ice package." Of course, good luck finding a cave with electricity.
But between the guy beeping his automatic lock and the next-door neighbors--who smoke so heavily that the reek comes through the walls and into our apartment--and their little yapping dog with a bark as piercing as an icepick right into my eardrum, humanity looks pretty bleak at times. I know that--like my post about Christianity yesterday--it's only one or two idiots making all the decent folks look bad. I guess it only takes one asshole to make the whole place stink.
Still, I'm considering my prospects as a bona fide Lord of Caves....
- Work on my writing.
- Finish the beta/review work on my plate: a few stragglers from Antithesis Common, Jenni's Chapter Two of "Blowing Valaroma" (open on my comp right now, Jenni, so it's coming!), and Cheryl's novel.
- Make candy for my friend Cindy's birthday and my coworker, who ordered some.
What I did:
- Lots of stats. Eight hours worth.
- Lots of hanging out with friends.
- No candy, beta/review work, or writing.
Still, I can't be wholly disappointed. It was a fun weekend, although--aside from the stats--was not nearly as chock-full-o' productive pursuits as a normal weekend for me. The eight hours of stats pretty much fried my brain, although only one section was actually challenging. The rest was fairly straightforward and done in a jiffy. (My co-conspirator is supposed to be bringing me an "envelope of money" this afternoon, so we'll see. An envelope of money doesn't sound all bad....)
Potter got to hang out for quite some time, which was good, as his work/school schedule has made him less a permanent fixture in our apartment than usual. *waves to
yuanrang and offers him a sausage* And our friends Cindy and Andy hung out for quite a while on Sunday. I'm beginning to feel like a social animal again, although wait a month: I'll want to crawl back into my cave again with naught but my husband and muses for company.But two memorably funny things happened this weekend. Yesterday, after Cindy and Andy left, Potter ripped a huge fart.
I said, "Potter! Sheesh! Why'd you do that?" and he replied, "Because I couldn't do it while Cindy and Andy were here!"
I told him, "I don't know if it's a compliment or an insult that you won't do something like that in front of them but you will in front of us." He assured me that it was a compliment.
It's kind of a bizarre way of saying, "I care," though.
Then, for supper at the Ellicott Mills Brewing Company, Potter ordered something called the "sausage mixed grill," which basically consists of an assortment of sausages. When it was sitting in front of him, I couldn't help it. I started laughing. "What, Dawn?" he asked, although he must have known where it was going, even before I said, "How do you like your sausage fest?"
I would start laughing at random times throughout the meal and Potter would just glaaaare...but he's used to me by now. I just find something very amusing about sausage. I can't stand it myself--meat or vegetarian--but there's something about a tube filled with ground up meat....
Last night, trying to fall asleep, some idiot kept clicking the remote lock on his car, so the damned thing kept beeping, over and over and over again. There I lay, nerves humming--after convincing the muses that last night was for sleeping, and that during my relatively low-key week, I will pay them the attention they deserve--and tense as a board with Bobby the same beside me. Finally, I said, "Can I be a damned hermit? And live in a cave somewhere? Well, I'd take you. We'd be a hermit couple. All I'd need was my laptop and you could have your NHL Center Ice package." Of course, good luck finding a cave with electricity.
But between the guy beeping his automatic lock and the next-door neighbors--who smoke so heavily that the reek comes through the walls and into our apartment--and their little yapping dog with a bark as piercing as an icepick right into my eardrum, humanity looks pretty bleak at times. I know that--like my post about Christianity yesterday--it's only one or two idiots making all the decent folks look bad. I guess it only takes one asshole to make the whole place stink.
Still, I'm considering my prospects as a bona fide Lord of Caves....
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Of course there's something funny about sausage! All 'long' foods are funny!
Oohhh! The idiots next door and with the lock remind me of the last time we went away and stayed in a hotel! There was a hockey tournament going on or something and so the hotel was filled with crazy guys just wanting to party all night long! Nobody got any sleep at all and the smoke just came pouring through the walls into everybody's rooms. I swear I had a hacking smoker's cough for like, a week afterwards!
Sounds like Felagund had the right idea with the cave thing!
Oh, Gods, you never have to worry about doing beta-work for me! Take all the time you need and I'll just keep writing!
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Incidentally, I was laughing at another sausage incident in BV...good timing! :^D
Your hotel story reminds me of last March, when Bobby and I made our traditional pilgrimage to Ocean City. We love to go in the winter just to relax; we sit by the pool and stroll through the shops. We eat more than we should and do less. But last March, we accidentally scheduled our vacation the same week as a soccer tournament was held in the city. There were screaming childlike terrors everywhere. We couldn't use the pool. They were kicking balls around the hallway. They were running up and down the halls, on our floor and overhead. It was awful.
But we got ours in the end. They decided to take their antics outside to the Boardwalk in the middle of the night, and up comes the OCPD. The next morning, we overheard the hotel manager banning them forevermore from the hotel. So we got a bit of peace after that. ;) And we gave props to the hotel for standing up for the rest of its guests that way, despite the yuppie father-figure whining, "I'm never bringing my business here again!"
Well, duh. You just got banned, moron!
What kind of hockey players smoke like that?? *scoffs* They're supposed to be athletes. *scoffs some more*
And BV--Chapter 2 is finished...and waiting in your inbox. ;)
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I am amazed by the number of hockey players who smoke. It's disgusting because the coldness of the rink makes them cough and hawk bit-time. Ewwww!
And thanks so much. I got it. Now I'll have to interrupt my Carnistir/Findarato ElfPr0n fic (yes! you heard right!) for Tarion's b'day in March in order to read BV tonight! Thanks again, Dawn!
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He assured me that it was a compliment.
Lol! Boys...gotta love 'em.
but there's something about a tube filled with ground up meat....
Lol!! I'm not really a sausage fan meself. Only a select few kinds. My great uncle makes these Swedish potato sausage, called Korv (Kurv? <-- Wow, really can't eat that!), and we always have at my grandma's house. It's alright. 'M not a fan.
But between the guy beeping his automatic lock and the next-door neighbors--who smoke so heavily that the reek comes through the walls and into our apartment--and their little yapping dog with a bark as piercing as an icepick right into my eardrum, humanity looks pretty bleak at times.
Ick. I hate car noises! People's alarms go off all the time, and I just want to take a 12 gauge to it. And ew, second hand smoke. My hall smelled awful yesterday, because apparently someone had gone running through like, a skunk sanctuary. WTF? (Ok, not skunk sanctuary, but honestly? Did you rub it all over you? It smelled horrible!!!! For a long time!)
And I maintain that little dogs are mostly worthless and evil.
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I am *so* with you on this! One night, a guy's alarm went off for like a half-hour straight, again, at like 11:30 at night. Bobby and I were just laying there, trying not to gouge our own ears out.
I don't understand the purpose of car alarms. You hear them go off all the time in the mall parking lot, for example. No one even looks up. Isn't the point to draw attention to the thief hotwiring your Civic??
Personally, I'd aid and abet the guy just to get the stupid alarm to STFU!
And I maintain that little dogs are mostly worthless and evil.
I love animals (as you know), but I--again--just do not understand the point of these dogs. Especially in an apartment building, where the icepick-shrill bark manages to annoy everyone in the building to the point where we all want to go on a homicidal rampage.
Give me a real dog any day. Something big that sheds all over the place. ;)
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No joke! Nothing to do with the fact that people are dumb and make it so the alarm goes off when a bird shits on their car...
I love animals (as you know), but I--again--just do not understand the point of these dogs.
Me too. The sad thing is, they truly don't have a point! Never did!!
Give me a real dog any day. Something big that sheds all over the place. ;)
lol! Like mine? I'll be stripping coat from now til kingdom come! :P
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Thanks for pointing me in the right direction!