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I don't know why, but I have such a hard time actually sitting down and buying things online. I will drop money like a boss when I can hold it in my hand, but somehow I always wind up Xing out of the browser before going all the way through checkout.

like, I am going to buy the ME3 Collector's Edition. Why have I not already done this? What am I waiting for? idk, but I just closed the amazon window. Again.

i need to make a cocoapink order too, but I just cannot. follow. through.

weekend

Jun. 20th, 2011 12:36 pm
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I went sailing this weekend! Here is a photo:

photo! )

My uncle is working on getting his charter captain's license, which is a bit of a pain in the ass. You have to have 360 days on the water, 90 in the last 3 years (a day = at least 4 hours on the water. 8 hours counts as 1 day, 3 hrs 30 min does not count). That's not too hard to get if you work, say, on a lobster boat (he doesn't), or if you live in like, Florida (he doesn't), but up here the season starts in June and ends in September and 30 days is basically every weekend, some evenings, and a two week boat vacation exploring Maine. It's hard. Last year, due to the Alaska trip & Grandpa's pneumonia and work that needed to be done on the boat, he wound up with only 11.

So anyway this year I have taken it as my job to make sure he gets at least 30 days this year. We went out once, on a nice Sunday or something, and tooled around for 4 hours, then a few days later my boyfriend & brother joined us for an amped up "Sunset Sail" where we left the dock at about 730 and got back in at midnight.

Saturday we finished commissioning her, then sailed down into Boston and docked over on one of the islands. (It will never cease to tickle me that a 45 minute drive translates into a 4 hour sail). We spent a lot of time under the Logan main approach trying to identify planes by markings & make/model. We sailed back yesterday and spent Father's Day evening with my parents, who threw a teeny party and served us lobster and sangria, and then I went home and did laundry until 2 am.

I am so sore and bruised today :)

weiner

Jun. 17th, 2011 08:36 pm
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So I have a lot of feelings on this Weiner bullshit, and I sort of just accidentally vomited them all over a friends' facebook page from my phone from a Whole Foods parking lot, so I figured maybe it's best to get them out on my own turf.

I am so pissed off. )

not entirely unrelatedly, here's a kind of "awesome" video in which an unreservedly awesome young woman (associate editor of the Daily Kos) interviews the White House Director of Communications about the War on Women and basically shreds him.



I got this from Shakesville where these is a full transcript and people making points I was too shakingly angry to think of myself.

In conclusion:

fuck the white house, fuck politicians. i am about damn ready to revoke voting rights and right of representation from men entirely.

home

May. 13th, 2011 11:10 am
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I am in the office today for the first time in about 3 weeks. My work inbox has about 96 emails in it I have to attend to; my personal email has about 40. This is gonna be fun. I spent some time in Key West on business - I'll see if I can throw some pics up here once I finish wading through everything else that needs getting done.

In other news, I logged onto the office's Amazon account and was recommended a hot pink Disney princess toddler-size bike helmet. I thought that maybe the last custodian of the acct had been using it to buy her daughter stuff, but it turns out that no, for some reason they think that a toddler-sized bike helmet is a perfect accompaniment to a computer. idg the logic.
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Grandpa: Are you scared?
Aunt & Dad, in unison, each stroking his head: Yeah.
Grandpa: *nods, closes his eyes* Me too.
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My first car was Puck, the second was Gracie. The BMW was the Beast or, towards the end of our relationship, "that fucking thing." My parents have a Subaru Outback I've named Pokey.

My current car hasn't told me its name yet. I am leaning towards calling it the Mako; it's not quite badass enough to be the Normandy.

breath

Apr. 26th, 2011 01:36 pm
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So here's the deal: I guess on Friday Grandpa aspirated something he ate and it triggered a catastrophic event that put him in total system failure. His heart, his lungs, his liver, his kidneys. His potassium levels plummeted and his sodium levels soared, or maybe it's the other way around, but that's real bad. His pH was almost fatally low; he was in acidosis. His feet were blue. His skin was mottled with the little red dots that indicate circulation has shut down. He was not expected to last the night.

My dad and uncle sat vigil with him all night, holding his hands and talking to him. They needed to hold his hands, actually - even at the knife's edge of death, my grandpa was a powerful dude and his judgment (as dad put it), is "not what it once was" and at some point he decided he no longer wanted the ventilator and kept trying to extubate himself.

At some point he asked what had happened to him and Dad, who does not believe in lying to his father, told him what had happened and that it seemed to be the end. Grandpa took it well, I guess. He made some clarifications about what he wanted to have happen to the trucks and talked with Dad & my uncle as well as he could with the ventilator.

My aunt drove through the night to be with him. My cousin flew in - arriving at 8 Saturday morning - and I picked him up at the airport.

At some point during the night the nurses came in, drew more blood for another panel (despite dad's protests - couldn't they just leave him in peace?) and determined that - astonishingly - his potassium and sodium levels were returning to normal, his blood oxygen level was actually way too high (they turned down the ventilator - when I left at 3 am Saturday morning, the vent was doing 90% of his breathing work; when I arrived the next morning it was doing 10% of the work for him and the O2 level was lower), his pH had returned to normal, his liver function was up. His kidneys were still not working very well but the nephrologist said that sometimes they bounce back after a few days.

Grandpa was, predictably, really excited about not being dead. He stayed up all night Friday night (reasonable - he was at death's door, why waste the last hours of your life sleeping?) and was wired on oxygen and euphoria Saturday. He was so wired he flunked the respiration test Saturday morning when they were trying to decide whether to extubate or nor - Grandpa solved that problem by extubating himself Saturday afternoon while nobody was in the room. (He was restrained at the time - that was a first for the nurse. My Grandpa is wily.) They put him on a CPAP machine - by Saturday night he had graduated to a nasal cannula.

We've been at the hospital pretty much nonstop since.

As of last night he was pretty much in the clear except for his kidneys. They have GOT to start working again or this is it. Today he is making urine but his creatinine level is worse than yesterday.

I don't want to go to Florida on Thursday.
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So I guess Wisconsin's House of Republicans (ha, ha) has ordered the arrest of the AWOL Dems. This seems to be against the state constitution so that's cool. This is right on the heels of Bill O'Reilly releasing footage of union protestors ~escalating in violence~ (have you seen this? I had no idea it was tank top weather in Wisconsin right now, or that Wisconsin looks so like Miami or has as many palm trees...)

Also the Illinois AG seems hell bent on releasing the names of gun owners to the public, and it looks like the Illinois State Police may take them to court over this.

Stay interesting, America.

eta: GOOD GOD HTML IS HARD WHEN YOUR A KEY DOESNT WORK

nola

Feb. 26th, 2011 04:44 am
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I am home from New Orleans. God help me I love that city, I want to live there so badly. The architecture everywhere is about the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, and there is Spanish moss on oak trees bigger around than my queen-sized bed, and the weather is right the hell up my alley, and the food, you guys, the food. I think every last one of the best meals I have ever had was in New Orleans. I have been there something like five or six times (some before Katrina, twice after), and I just... I want to live there.

It did not hurt that it was glorious down there, in the mid-70s at least, and I came home to a snowstorm. Are we done yet? I am done with this.

I ate enough for six people while there. Unngh muffalettas and po' boys and thin-fried catfish and cafe au lait and beignets and gumbo and red beans and rice and two days later I still think I'm going to pop.

Grandpa is okay. Better than okay. He is great. He had a triple bypass and a heart valve replacement and came out of surgery yesterday. He is already out of the ICU and into his private room in the recovery ward. The nurses said when he left that most patients are not fully conscious by the time he was ready to check out. The nurses think he is hilarious and a charmer (my Grandpa is an outrageous flirt, and I don't think the morphine and dilaudid have helped) and go out of their way to check on him.

My shoulder is getting stronger but hurts more. Physical therapy progresses. I'm getting there.
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According to auto-complete this is not even the first time I have titled an entry "oh fucking hell". Probably [livejournal.com profile] wowladiesmods's fault.

Alert Boston just called me AGAIN to announce that Boston is in a state of snow emergency/parking ban as of 9 am tomorrow FUCKING HELL. Supposedly we might get up to 18 MORE inches in the next few days, I have no idea where we're supposed to PUT it. Right now the snow is up high enough that merging and turning corners is sort terrifying because the drifts on the side of the road are taller than cars. Surprise!

This has sort of been the royal week(end) from hell. The most insulting was the loss of my car key, probably in a snowbank somewhere, for the car I had planned to trade in this weekend. You guys replacement keys cost like $150 why is the universe so out to get me. That day also featured: getting trapped in a cash-only parking lot with a busted ATM, missing a physical therapy appointment, waking up at 6:30 am for a missed PT appointment, etc.

Anyway I am trading in my car for a car that will not hate me always, that is small and practical and stick shift and low maintenance and good gas mileage and not too pricey. I WILL LET YOU KNOW WHEN I FIGURE OUT WHAT THAT IS EXACTLY. I am looking at the Mazda 3 hatchback bc that's cute right? and practical and kinda sporty and small? I have the stupidest range of requirements for a car ever, I know, it's making my life hard. :[

I had a makeup physical therapy appointment today and it was super vindicating (yes, I AM broken), and a relief (I am broken, BUT fixable!), and super painful (at one point he was like does this hurt? :D and i burst into tears in response. I seriously thought my bone was splintering, and he would just touching my shoulder. TENDON Y U DO DIS). Apparently I gotta work on my posture.

I can just hear my Wii Fit smirking.

family

Jan. 22nd, 2011 01:03 pm
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I've been staying at mom and dad's last few days because of the grandpa thing (and also the snow. homg there is so much snow). I am in good company. My parents are here, grandma is here, my brother is home. Also my aunt and her husband came up from Virginia, and her son came up Thursday night; they are also staying at the house. My other cousin is flying in tonight, and my uncle has been staying here too.

It's very crowded here. I have never lived in such close proximity with so much family. It's loud and boisterous and everyone has a laptop they're constantly on because they're all behind on work because they're here instead (currently 5 out because two have been put away). Dad keeps picking fights with his sister over politics and religion because she is (like me), so easy to rile up and dad likes messing with his sister. We stay up until 330 am every night talking and laughing and reminiscing and playing games in front of one of the fireplaces and then we crawl off to find beds or couches or air mattresses or cushions to sleep on.

...I really like it.

I just wish Grandpa were here with us.

stuck

Jan. 18th, 2011 01:32 pm
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I am never leaving my apartment again which is a damn shame because there is no food here.

My dad's parents were in town last week looking at assisted living facilities, so right on cue Grandpa had a heart attack early Saturday morning. Tests indicate that his heart is operating at 20% or less, and an attempt to put a stent in this morning failed, which means it's bypass surgery or nothin'. He is not permitted to get out of bed because his blood pressure goes astronomical when it does.

So far I am not a huge fan of 2011.

Update: Grandpa is not a candidate for bypass surgery after all.

huh what

Dec. 19th, 2010 09:24 pm
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okay I fixed my nook and now I am bored so I am looking at free books I can get. Gee I wonder why this one is for free:

Events manager Sylvie Smith is organizing a glittering fund-raising event: a wedding show in a stately home. She has even been roped into pretending to be a bride...a bride who's five months pregnant! The bride everyone is talking about! It should be every girl's dream to design a wedding with no expense spared, but it's not Sylvie's. Longbourne Court was her ancestral home, and she's just discovered that the new owner is Tom McFarlane-her baby's secret father. Now Tom's standing in front of her, looking at her bump....


The real mystery tbh is why 653 people gave it an average rating of 4.5 stars out of 5.
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+ I paid Conjure Oils $26 bucks for a set of samples 3 weeks ago. Nary a peep since then. I understand that it's the Christmas season and all but um, it was November when I ordered these, what if they were a Christmas gift? (Well, they were, just. To me)

+ My nook has gone batshit fucking insane. They released a new firmware update recently and now it loses 10% of its battery power an hour (HELLO WHAT), it cannot open any of my books which means it fucking lost my library (oops lol!) and when I checked its storage capacity in the settings I found that it was using 78%!!!! of its disk space, which it thought was around 250 MB. UMMMMMMMMMMMMM actually the HDD is something like 1.28 GB so what is this being off by a fucking factor of five, hello. Anyway I called customer support and the customer support person told me very patiently that downloading books decreases the amount of storage space left on the Nook, so that was a lot of help. She asked me if I was near a Barnes and Noble store and I was like "well, I am actually at Boston's Logan Airport and they're gonna call my flight in like 20 minutes so let's go with 'no' and the quickfix solutions' which was apparently a factory reset.

Fun fact: you factory reset a nook by holding down the power button for 20 seconds. Six times. That was practically impossible to do on purpose (how can I not count to six and to twenty at the same time, omg my multitasking is so bad), I can see why they'd select it as something you couldn't possibly fuck up doing on your own.

So now I am downloading the next firmware update but this stupid hotel is totally incapable of wifi (like, I had to dick around with all sorts of things in order to force it to work on my laptop, no way am I gonna get the nook online), so I will have to download all the books over again myself? I guess? THAT'S COOL DUDES.

+ Also like what the fuck Violet Markette, let's talk about how cheap it is to make a perfume basically directly meant for me (honey, cream, vanilla, frankincense, and two types of pepper? ffffuuuuuuuu) (I learned her honey actually is awesome on me after it ages forever), name it after a dog, and then DONATE HALF THE PROCEEDS TO KEEPING PUPPIES WARM THIS WINTER. I am so fucking hopeless.

WHAGARBL

On the plus side, my boyfriend is awesome and amazing. He bought me a watch :,)

no matter what happens in our future or when we go our sperate ways you can know that right now in this moment i loved you // 3:15 pm

melt melt melt melt
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the external hard drive that has every photo of toby ever taken is not being recognized by windows. most of these photos do not have backups.

i just. i cant.

also all photos from australia but fuck australia i can always go back. toby will be dead forever.



i miss him.

lol me

Dec. 14th, 2010 11:06 pm
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Discovered why I've been so fucked up last couple of days - I just got ahold of the bottle of valium from my last neck sprain and the dosage is 5 mg/8 hours.

This time the dosage is 10 mg/8 hours. NO WONDER I AM THE NAP QUEEN ALL OF A SUDDEN.

=/

Dec. 14th, 2010 06:54 pm
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Disclaimer: I am already feeling really raw here, so this is (I think) affecting me more than usual.

I love BioWare. I love KotOR. I adoooore Mass Effect. I enjoyed Dragon Age (longass game though it was) and I am eagerly awaiting The Old Republic. I just finished my second of seven (!) planned playthroughs of Mass Effect and each of those is getting ported over to ME2. Saturday I sat through the Video Game Awards on Spike TV - twice - because my DVR blipped and skipped some of it. I endured shitty misogynistic jokes and cut scenes to watch their world premiere trailer of ME3.

So why do I feel like nobody cares? Why do I feel so... erased? Gaming statistics indicate that the female contingent of gamers is growing in leaps and bounds, and a large percentage of that is in MMOs and the RPG sector. So what the almighty clusterfuck is the BioWare store?

Look at this fucking awesome soft-shell jacket! I would buy that jacket in a heartbeat except - wait for it - I have fucking breasts, and I'm short, and I have narrow fucking shoulders, and men's jackets don't fit me. Want a hoodie? Choices of: royal blue, charcoal, gunmetal gray, black, and Ladies'. (Ladies' available in charcoal only). How about a t-shirt? Choose from 22 designs, ranging from the winners of the 'submit your favorite quote' contest ("I should go" and "You exist because we allow it"), to a fucking awesome one of Legion, a geth, a sweet Tali shirt, a Normandy shirt... oh wait, you're a chick? My bad, you have ten choices, two of which are actually hoodies and were represented on the outerwear page.

Like, what the fuck, Bioware? I WANT to buy your things. I want that soft-shell jacket so much I can actually fucking taste it. Why am I not even an afterthought? Why is it impossible to get these things done in multiple cuts or sizes or styles? I'm not alone here - why don't you care about us?

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