And it only took me 13 years to finish it...

I have finally, after many false starts, finished Jeff Noon's Vurt.  I must have been about 13 when I started reading it,  I would start to get into it and then get really put off by something.  At first it was the incest, then it was the lack of explanation as to why there are dogpeople, and what is a shadow, and is what is vurt anyway?  But now the fully grown me cares not for reasons, now I understand a story is not always what it appears to be except when it is, and the bizarre and disturbing just don't get to me like they used to.  Let rephrase that last part, I find a lot of the stuff (fiction, non-fiction and it affects on my psyche should really get its own post) I read very disturbing and bizarre, but now I enjoy it.  I like that it's a challenge, and that it forces you to really think about it in the context of the story and what is the author's point.  When I was younger I was able to toss aside plenty of books by just assuming the author's a really fucked-up pervert,  therefore the work is worthless.  It was a very literal way of reading, I know.  Now I can say that the author probably is a fucked-up pervert, but doesn't that just add to the entertainment value?  Ah, maturity is a wonderful thing.

Anyway, I read it from start to finish within two days this time.

"Baby, he don't got to know."

Whenever I get hit on as I walk the streets of LA, I always say "I'm married and my husband doesn't approve of me having male friends," and my suitors always reply, with some variation, "Baby, he don't got to know."
I should start responding with, "Look buddy, it's hard enough to cheat on him with the other two guys who said that to me, I just don't have anymore free time in schedule, I mean I've got to pick up the kids from school sometime!  For fuck's sake, I'm not a super woman.  I've got a lot of people on my plate right now, and if this next kid doesn't look like him I'm in big trouble."
I know the truth wouldn't help, "I'm married to a wonderful woman," will be met with an offer to take us both out...

Got my promotion!

I'm now a network administrator and I'm drunk on power!  Actually, I'm buzzed on cold pills, but close enough.  My first project as network admin?  Fix one the office wireless networks, one that the original IT guy, the one with lots of experience and qualifications advised my bosses to get rid of because it was too expensive, too complicated and an all around piece of over priced crap.  About a year and half ago we got this dire warning, but someone in the office had insisted on buying a $500 access point that's incredibly unreliable.
Anyway the point is it's my job to fix it.  In theory this'll be a piece a cake, in practice I hope my phenomenal luck will get me through this.  I'm waiting for the router to come in, so I'm "pre trouble shooting"... what fun.  I can't wait to see what happens with this.

Wonderful world of mini washers

As an apartment dweller for the past 6 years of my life I've dreamed of the opportunity of having my washing machine and dryer. Some (very few) apartments come equipped with these luxury necessities, those that do have been well out of my price range, but now I've discover the miniwasher and am eager to damage my new dwelling. They're ittle-bittle, which defines them as cute, and I would never need to let laundry pile up around the home, I could just toss in the wash. Oh, I feel giddy.

I think the dryer/washer combo above is likely out my price range, and probably uses an ungodly amount of energy. And, of course the washer could always leak and cause enough damage to get me evicted.
So I think I'll try my luck with this, the Eco Egg lingerie washer!

Which is even smaller, therefore cuter.

How do you feel today?

Euphoric and strange, just like these girls.

David Carrdine Dead!

In Bangkok, no less... I guess there'll be no Kill Bill III...Oops, I Missed.  But let's not make jokes and remember him for his finest work from his long film career, Death Race 2000.

I think I might be a zombie

I've been really sick for this past few days, so sick I'm concerned that I might have died and am now sitting at my desk as a member of the living dead.  It could be worse, zombie are very chic now for some reason... I guess that the rest of the world has caught on with the campy goodness that combines so well with the terrifying idea of a tireless predator that can't feel pain.  
Anyway, I'm one of those now, but more in the style of Night of the Living Dorks rather than Resident Evil.


Moving on, I've had the stomach flu, or possibly food poisoning, I'm not terribly sure which.  For two days I ate nothing and still managed to throw up.  I know, I amaze myself too.