"It would be one kind of penance. And there are never enough kinds. Not for him. Not for me. And certainly not enough for you, my friend."

Guess what? I'm starting another page, one about John D MacDonald's Travis McGee novels. They're great reads, cover twenty years of Florida history, include bazillions of broads and bodies and adventures, and I really haven't found any good web pages on them. The Wikipedia entry isn't bad at all, and does have links to all the books, and there's this other, older page I kinda like, and quite a lot of blogs referencing the books, but nothing that's truly comprehensive. So I'm gonna tackle it this summer.

I can see for miles and miles...

I tell you what, this liquid b12 is amazing. I have energy, which is great cause I'm up to my neck in paint, I've lost 5 lbs in two days (they weren't joking about metabolism-increasing!), and I'm hoping it'll forestall any recurrence of the scary blind spot- that mess was painful. No joke, the b12 hits fast, and you end up jiving and jittering and ready to run in circles around your desk 'til it calms down. Not great for work, but waaaay better than apathetic grumpiness. I might even try quitting smoking again. Maybe- let's not get too ambitious too fast. :)

No comment, besides this:

Work in progress

"When a woman ceases to alter the fashion of her hair, you guess that she has passed the crisis of her experience."

Yep, dyein' my hair again... second time today. It came out ok, but it was exactly the same light brown-with-a-little-green that my eyes are and... no. Just, NO. So I'm workin' on it.

(Later) Oh. Huh. My bro calls it "Leelu Dallas Multipass red," and... it's not quite, but close. Put it this way, my eyebrows are too dark. Whoops!



It's actually closer to this, except darker on the bottom layers, which makes it look like I get outdoors a lot more than I really do:



and 5 minutes of dye on my brows was enough to lighten them the necessary tiny bit, so yay.

Hulk Smaaaaaaaaaash!

So there's this Event held in Central Florida the first week in June. It's a huge festival, with all kinds of parties and gatherings held all over the area, including days at the company I work for, which does not actually sponsor the event. I got a call at work today from the TA for a man, due to arrive with his family tomorrow, who was just mortally offended by the idea of my employer being connected to this event in any way. The TA requested a phone number for someone at my workplace who could "comfort" the client. It's been three hours since I took that call, and I'm still absolutely ballistic about it. I've had similar calls before, and I can never get over someone thinking it's okay to announce, "Hey, I'm a bigot!" about this one group when they'd never, ever say it in public if they thought the same thing of other groups, like, oh, brown people or fat people- scratch that, they might say it about us less-thinners if they'd say it about teh gheys. I'm just... utterly enraged. For one thing, my employer happens to be "committed to diversity." Ya know what that means? For the one week a year there are a lot of people in red shirts about, there are 51 other weeks where your concierge, your wait staff, your Costumed Entertainers (hee... are they the opposite of "Watchmen"'s Costumed Adventurers?), are pretty darned likely to have orientations you aren't aware of. A certain number of them may well be LGBT- or even *gasp* NOT, and you might not know... cause it's NOT YOUR BUSINESS, thankyouverymuch.

I wouldn't be quite so angry if I hadn't, during the very tactful convo, suggested to the TA that maybe she could help her client by Googling the schedule of events and telling them which days are planned where so that they could choose alternate destinations. I came home and did that myself, and found the calendar (euFURbia!?! Squee, I wanna go!!), as well as links to some truly bigoted nonsense which I REFUSE to link to, from certain groups demanding their followers boycott this week and asking that this event we don't sponsor or plan be held at night only, with separate, special party tickets. Number one, the festival in question has pretty awesome parties planned at night already, and number two...whatwhatWHAT???!!!!!??? Are we gonna start doing this every day? Do we need new drinking fountains, too? And how, exactly, do you get someone to prove they are or aren't of an orientation? Is there a membership card? Shoot, I'd kiss a girl just BECAUSE if asked to "prove" anything like that. GARRRRRRR, I'm just livid. And ya know what? I've had two weekends in a row at my workplace, and was ready to chill on my days off this week, maybe paint some of the new apartment, but I think, just 'cause of this garbage, I might be turning out at some point this week, too, just to hope to help hear the local news talk about a "record crowd." Bigots. Grr.

Whew!

We're okay for the moment, house-wise. Thank God, and Dan. Went to the MK today, then the pool, then for a darn good dinner. I iz tired. And sunburned, but I look better browner, so that's kinda good.

Oh, holy crap.

So, it's a good thing I got the lease on the new apartment started early, cause my inadvertently deadbeat brother isn't coming up with any rent at all this month, and we're quite possibly getting chunked out of this place. F--in bummer, man. Everything was looking pretty good, and now.... shit. Of course Dan's horribly pissed and wigged out about his credit rating and about a sudden kamikaze move (damn, that's exactly what I didn't want!), and I'm frantically hitting loan websites trying to get some help with the sitch, which isn't working so far. Family is family, but dammit.... this is so far from okay.

On top of that, I impulsively got all my hair chopped off yesterday by a different (cheaper) lady than usual, and it's... not fabulous. She was the type who thinks her idea of what your hair should be is better than your own, and, well, it wasn't. Oh well, it'll grow, and I can pull it back in the meantime. It's sorta like this, when Hana chops off all her hair in "The English Patient," only chin length and curlier. And more like Prince Valiant. :(

My mommer'n'em get here today, which is nice, I'm just hoping I can get into a halfway decent mood to hang out with them. Argh. Bad words. Argh!

"A man would prefer to come home to an unmade bed and a happy woman than to a neatly made bed and an angry woman."

I got the house! Well, I only got the 2 bedroom, not the 3, but it's way cheaper and prettier than where we are now. Yay!

“They say it is better to be poor and happy than rich and miserable, but how about a compromise like moderately rich and just moody?”

Guess what? It's entirely possible that I'm not bipolar! Yes, a depressive paininthebutt, but not necessarily bipo! The blood tests found that a bunch of my hormones are way outta whack, which could explain the awfulness I've been dealing with the last coupla years, on top of the low b12 that made me think I was going blind, so now... I get to see another doctor. Whee!








Of course, it's after five and I haven't yet heard about the new apartment, but my fingers are still crossed. :)

Same time, next year?

It's 5:20 am. I've been awake an hour. Sound familiar? I iz annoyed. I'm also WAY too good at freaking myself out- I just went outside, and when I picked up my Camels, they were beside my copy of "World War Z," so I started thinking, "What if there were zombies out here? What if they were the fast kind?" I smoked that one really quickly.

Speaking of night terrors, I've managed to mostly get over a lingering problem I had with Jason Voorhees, especially since working Horror Nights year before last... I was walking along the lake where the Jaws ride is, behind the cabins, at dusk, looked up and saw SIX Jasons, machetes in hand, walking toward me. I swear, I almost peed on myself. I saw this little Spanish movie called "A Real Friend" recently, and it was amazingly helpful on the Jason front- though the "real friend" was actually modeled on Leatherface, same principle. The movie's from an awesome series called "6 Films To Keep You Awake," and FearNet was showing 'em all in turn til the jerks at Brighthouse yanked the channel and started charging for all the movies it used to carry. Bah. S'okay, they had 'em online for free at the website, so I finished the series anyway. And- tangentially- has anyone else noticed how many awesome Spanish horror movies there are out there? SHHHHHH!!! Don't tell anyone! The last thing we need is another Hollywood no-imagination-'ho-fest of swiping sweeeet scary movies and dumbing 'em down. The J-horror mess has been pitiful enough. /rant. Sorry, I get grouchy when I wake up for no good reason. Wordy, too.

Holidays are a pain

I'm killing time today. Did chauffeur duty, now I'm bored. Could watch a movie, read a book, go to the pool... meh. Don't wanna do anything. Tomorrow I should find out about the new house and about the doc's test results, so today I'm just antsy. Argh.

Why I'm tired of MySpace

This:





My music player there won't play, no matter how many times I re-download frickin' Flash Player, and not that many people are into the site except my work friends (who are still friended on there, it just doesn't show). So poo on MySpace. I can post music and pics here, as well as blabbering more than y'all want to hear. See, I can even make a slideshow:

And I made a playlist here, too. See, over there to the right? So fudge 'em.

The funniest thing...

Here's the song:



And here's the cover:

Whee, real estate!

So I dropped off the new apartment app today, found out that to get the awesome price special, I may have to start the lease in June. So that would be two months with two apartments. What am I, Donald Trump? Actually, it'd be nice to have all that time to move stuff, rather than the usual 36-hour-kamikaze expedition moves usually are- when you got books like I got books, that mess is no joke. Just gotta wait and see if they accept my app, then do the freaky-deaky legal stuff. I'm worried, but I'd be lying if I said I'm not hopeful. :)