She Likes Coffee and I Like Tea

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* I LOVE MY APARTMENT.


* I want to host some serious hanging out in my apartment. Like, knitting, tea and movies/tv shows sort of things. Anyone interested? 3 blocks from a M/V stop, convenient bus-age for them un-subwayable! Let's talk!


* Talking about knitting, the urge has finally struck me down--I JUST FINISHED PURCHASING the yarn needed to knit...

THE BAKER!DOCTOR WHO SCARF.

I can't even say I find it a particularly ATTRACTIVE scarf, but I've been wanting to knit an obscenely long scarf for a while now, and it is THE Obscenely Long Scarf To End All Long Scarves.

Send help, please.



* Talking about sending help, my consciousness has been COMPLETELY TAKING HOSTAGE BY TOM HARDY. I mean, just just LOOK at this magnificent bastard.

Not fair, sir. Not. Fair.



* Talking about FAIRES, went to the NY Ren Faire. May have to go again closing weekend. I mean, there were attractive ladies swinging swords and preforming abridged Shakespeare. And Nuns. Funny ones. AND I also purchased a new outfit.

My credit card currently HATES. ME.



* Talking about hate, my workplace has been an unhappy place lately. Due to some really, really poor moves on Madame President's part (mainly, not giving credit where it was due, and being obsessed with 1) cutting the budget foolishly and 2) bringing in new part time hires who DON'T know the space like our people do to DO the jobs that OUR people are there to do) people have been quitting. A. Lot. First it was Token!Brit (who left to do producing work on a little Broadway Musical about a man who could be called spiderlike [if you know what I mean], so BULLY HIM!) and then it was one lady in Membership...and today it was ANOTHER lady, who quit EFFECTIVE. IMMEDIATELY.

SCANDALOUS.

Pretty much, my work place-what-looks-like-a-castle is declining a'la Camelot--the golden age was wondrous, but people are leaving because the higher up management is getting worse, and I feel an epic battle and fall is coming.

All I know is that Lady!Boss has been looking for a new position else where...and THAT terrifies me. I feel like I shall be the last knight standing, or Geneveire banished to her nunnery, the last tragic survivor of a glorious era...

Ah well. It still pays me at least.



* In happier news, my BROTHER STARTED CULINARY SCHOOL!!!!....Dear God, may he not drop out. Or get kicked out. *frets*. However, is DOES mean I am obligated to visit him in Providence now. Mwhaha. Mwhahahaha. MWHAHAHHAHAHHA!



* I'm going to go make myself a cup of tea. Tea will make me feel better. Yes. Glorious Tea.

This shouldn't make me as irate as it does, but this idiocy has gotten under my collar, and probably because it's exactly the sort of gender bullshit I swear to God I've been butting heads with my whole fucking life.

A brawl ensues at a youth football game because the parents' of the opposing team refused to let their sons play against a team that had a girl player, citing moral reasons for not wanting their sons to 'hit' a girl.

Dear Parents of the Eaton team;
( Under the cut because, er, that was longer than I intended. Sorry, I just got REALLY. ANGRY. )

P.S. Oh, and parents of Eaton? It's SOOOOOO obvious you aren't from Long Island, where all girl's lacrosse reigns supreme, and scares the shit out of boys. Girls with sticks, man. There's a reason for myths about Amazon-like cultures throughout the world. We play to KILL.

st_xi_kink may have just created the single greatest thing to come out of the Star Trek fandom…maybe EVER.

The Vulcan Kink Meme – Or, Vulcan chicks can be fangirls too…in their own, Vulcany way.


BRILLIANT.

It's just so...LOGICAL.

We’ve been running around like mad since yesterday, trying to prepare the Moose Room (aptly names, for there are 7 moose heads hanging the walls in that room) for The Board Meeting. You know, one of those these that the people who tell you how to run the place come in, listen to what you have to say, and then tell you what to do? YEA. THAT.

Which means it has to be PERFECT.

So, the Moose Room was PERFECT. Wires hidden away, papers, cups pencils lined up, chairs in order, tables aligned with the fireplace, the projector screen, and the planets. We were READY for 4 pm.

However, Lady Boss and I know how things roll here. Shit Happens. And so, we sat back, and waited for the Shoe to Drop.

At 2:45 pm, M’Lady Sovereign Ruler Whose Word is Justice and Law decided that the Moose Room, which had two balcony windows overlooking the Drill Hall, the Drill Hall being where an immense stage set up is currently being constructed—rather nosily, might I add!—was Too Noisy.

A Masterfully Fair Assessment, to be Fair.

NOT THE SORT OF THING YOU WANT TO HEAR 45 MINUTES BEFORE THE BOARD MEMBERS SHOW UP.

So, we had 45 minutes to move EVERYTHING, and I mean EVERYTHING, to the conference room across the hall.

THIS IS AN ENTIRELY ACCURATE RECREATION OF THE LOOK THAT WAS ON MY FACE:



Me: So, looks like instead of the shoe falling on us, we got the boot up the ass instead.
Lady Boss: Boot? This isn’t a Boot. This is an 8 inch spike heel with 2 inch platform up the ass. This is dominatrix shit.
Me: *Is dying from two parts laughter, 1 part hysterics from Shadow of Doom*
Lady Boss: Two words, Antonella. Two Words! *as she swoops out of the office door and down the hallway* I. QUIT.

THIS IS THE ONLY CONTEXT YOU GET BITCH.

Nella's New Goals In Life:

1) be a hobbit
2) Learn to not only sing, but tell people to fuck off.
3) become new sex symbol
4) Come back fucking crazy like Judy Garland on acid

etc etc etc

They just think EVERYTHING out to INSANELY logical conclusions.

Like how Sherlock Holmes MUST have been a Vulcan.

It's not crazy, it's LOGIC.

I think I love this ALMOST as much as the "Watson was a Woman" speech Rex Stout (author of the Nero Wolfe mysteries) gave at a Holmesian dinner back in the 1910s.


THANK YOU FANDOM. YOU MADE MY DAY A HAPPIER ONE.

--Because I came home to find this.

Work-related:
1) In the 7 Circles of Archaeological Hell, the seventh circle consists of having to lay line of shovel tests through Staten Island catbriar four feet taller than you. Imagine thorns so sharp and long they scratch you through your jeans and long johns, AND at one point go through your BOOT. Allow me to repeat: A THORN WENT THROUGH MY BOOT.

You have NO idea what my legs look like right now. It's pretty horrific, and they sting like a mo'fo' when I take a shower.

Though, it is a relief to no longer be digging along the Belt Parkway. I like the silence of working in the woods under the Outerbridge Crossing. If it just wasn't for those DAMNABLE CATBRIARS!!!!

Because I need my dose of blasphemy this evening, holy Christ, my everlasting sympathies.


Real Life-related:
1) I'm going to be Oscar Wilde for Halloween!...well, I will, once I modify a coat of mine, and make myself a fabulously foppish purple vest and green cravat. And then on November 1st at a little shindig muneybags6 is hosting (themed "Saints and Demons: come as your best or worst!") I plan on going as Saint Lucy, with my eyes on a platter. I want to practice staring ahead with dark glasses on while I move my "eyes" to look at the people I'm talking too. I think it would be awesomely creepifying if I did it right.

2) I'm sitting on my grad school application for the March 31 deadline. Just didn't want to go to grad school this spring (assuming I would have gotten in in the first place).

3) My brother and I saw "Fuerza Bruta" on Saturday and it was AMAZING. It was like being in someone else's waking dream; one part nightmare, one part rave, one part "WTF that was AWESOME!". If you want to feel what's it's like to step into Wonderland, GO SEE THIS SHOW. You walk out of it and the rest of the humdrum world feels so much more magical. Just don't expect it to make any sense--just take it in and go for the ride. I mean, women swim in a clear pool as it's lowered within arm's reach of you. It's insane, but a good sort.

Internet-related:
1) Everyone. Go to thatguywiththeglasses.com. Watch the videos of my friend theborderpatrol a.k.a. the Nostalgia Chick. Proceed to laugh yourself silly. The Anastasia review is a particular favorite of mine (though I LOVE the one for Pocahontas. Oh...Pocahontas)

2)I...have so many things for the internet to finish writing/to think about writing. The deadline for thingsunwritten is nigh, and I need to finish my story about two gladiators. I have a slew of tables and prompts to start, much less finish (thousandtables and ink_twist being the big two)--

And NaNoWriMo Cometh.

I've an idea, but I've never down well with NaNo on even numbered years. I think I have a good idea for it this year, but...*sigh*


Other than that, my life is unexciting.