06
Jul

Weekly update

Okay, first question…do you guys really go to doctors for bloody broken TOES?  They heal on their own in no time and are not anything incapacitating beyond soreness and annoyance.  It’s just not an injury worthy of professional medical attention, IMHO.  I mean, if the toe were detached, dangling by a tiny strip of skin…then, well yeah.  Doctor.  But I stubbed the darn thing on some bricks.  Not exactly life-threatening injury.  I think a doctor would laugh at me, wrap some tape around it and tell me to keep from slamming it into more solid objects and it will heal on it’s own.  And then charged me out the butt for his time.  Guess what.  I have my OWN tape.  I have more than one kind of tape.

Rant over…my point–broken toes heal on their own.  They don’t require a highly trained medical staff and some guy shouting ‘CLEAR!!!!’

I did not chase any shoplifters this week.  So in that way, less exciting than previous weeks.  And I’m sorry if my Empire Records picture didn’t show — Heather says it didn’t.  It was the only one I could find, so no replacement photo.  Unless I watch the movie, pause it at just that moment and do a screen capture, edit it in Photoshop, save it as a JPG, and upload it to my Fotki site.

Yeah.  Not going to happen.

(<–’cause I’m way too lazy for all that effort.)

Since we last spoke…

Lets see, last Sunday…went to Game.  Geekyness ensued.

Monday, we hung around, tried to get some housework done, and went over and chatted with Briggs’ cousin Anna, who lives the next property over.

Tuesday I was a day of ultimate laziness. I had good intentions, but ended up lazing on the couch and reading for the majority of the day.  Sometimes I switched it up by pulling out my sketchbook and doodling while watching Buffy…I consider that the productive part of my day.

<–the exact position I spent half the day curled up in.

Wednesday I worked.  Nothing to write home about, nothing I have figured out…just a day of work like any other with nothing memorable sticking in my mind.

<–insert image here.

Thursday, on the other hand, was both memorable and awesome.

As has become our tradition…of two weeks…Heather and I had Briggs drop us in the Strip District, and headed over to the Leaf and Bean, because we love the atmosphere, the chai and the cranky proprietor.

On the way in, Briggs had suggested that I draw a picture for Mr. Cranky Pants, of a 50’s style pin-up smoking a cigar in a tiki bar.  So I did.  I gave it to him before Heather and I wandered downtown.  When we returned a couple hours later (slightly soggier for the wear…stupid rain)  and curled up in a couple chairs in the back, Mr. CP came over with our chais and asked me if I paint as well.  In response to my hesitant answer of “Um…sort of?  Sometimes?” He explained that he was getting a new vehicle and had originally wanted the shop logo on the door, but he liked my picture better, so he wanted to know if I would put it there.

I gave him my email and he’s supposed to write me when he gets his truck, so I can decorate it for him.  If it all works out, and if the final result doesn’t suck massively, I’ll post a picture here.  :D

Around 7-something-ish, Briggs got off work and came to pick us girls up.  Then we were off on the next step of our day’s exciting plans — Wall-E!

Okay, seriously.  If you have not seen Wall-E yet, go.  Right now.  Why are you still sitting here?!?!  GOOO!

Seriously, adorable, beautiful, EXCELLENT movie.  And I have heard the same from every review and every person who has seen it.  So if you don’t trust MY taste, other people think it’s awesome, sweet and fantastic as well.  Plus, it’s full of snarky social commentary.  But still believes in the human spirit.  And did I mention that it’s completely adorable?

After Wall-E, and Briggs telling me that no, we couldn’t go see it again immediately, we went home and watched the first episode of Middleman, as recommended by one Mr. James Foreman:

   <– “You know what’s awesome,BESIDE waffles? The Middleman.”

<–The Middleman

Super silly funny kitchy cute off-the-wall Sci/Fi show of the Men in Black/Doctor Who/Buffy ilk (there’s people and things out there trying to bring about various levels of apocoliptic doom and we need to stop them in secret without the general public, who would never understand, finding out about it all)  Go HERE to read someone explaining the synopsis better than me.  Or HERE.

Friday was 4 of July.

I worked.  Yay.  Work was, yet again, unremarkable.  Except I stayed up late watching The Middleman and trying to finish a really long chapter in my book the night before, and so I was super tired.  And I hadn’t had breakfast.  Then, it rained all afternoon and made me wonder how likely fireworks were.  So I was tired, hungry and cranky when Briggs and Heather picked me up after work.

And I wanted Thai food, but yet again, Thai Me Up was closed.  :(

So we went to Station Square and got Chinese food.  Aside from the Hot and Sour soup being kind of salty (and you know that, coming from ME…) everything was yummy and satifying.  After we ate, we got Starbucks and headed up to the Smithfield Bridge to prepare for fireworks.

Until I realized that it was cool, damp and windy out and we had at least an hour to wait to watch fireworks just like the fireworks I’ve seen EVERY YEAR.  So we got some fudge from the candy store inside the Station Square shops and then headed home.  On the way we stopped at Wal-Mart and bought a box of our OWN fireworks.  Aside from playing with sparklers, we haven’t had the chance to use them YET…but we will.

Yesterday…after another unremarkable but remarkably busy day at work, we all did something super fun.

Yeah…only imagine it way more grungy and ghetto and gross.  Tiny with only half of the washers and dryers working…we need to find a better laundromat.  The one high point: Heather’s genius purchase of french bread and Tikka Masala to sustain us through the evening.  AWESOME.

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By the time we got home, it was late and we were all too tired to watch:

*gasp!*

I know!

But honestly, we want to be alert and perky when we watch it, and I for one enjoy the delayed gratification of knowing it will be waiting for me in it’s super mysterious glory when I get home from Game tonight…

Now I have to go, ’cause it was too dark and late and I was too tired to bother hanging up my non-dryer-friendly laundry outside last night.

01
Jul

Today’s Threadless Shirt Pick + an Emo song

Where the Heart Is:

Every Emo Song You’ve Ever Heard

30
Jun

kitty!

no…I did not draw this.  I WISH.  Props go to Cuson on Deviant Art.

29
Jun

Another Sunday

My plan for last Thursday went about as I wrote.  We lounged for hours at the Leaf and Bean, reading and drawing.  I got a farmer’s sunburn on my left arm.  The owner was surly as ever, which we adore.

After about 4 hours of chilling and plenty of caffeine, we wandered down the strip and stopped at Lotus for delicious snacks.  Heather was rather thrilled by the awesomeness that is Lotus, and the Strip in general.

From there we headed down town at a sedate pace.  Okay, gimpy pace.  Heather tried to convince me it was physical therapy.  After a mis-fire or two, we found the walkway under the convention center and watched the river, the alterna-kids showing up for Antrocon, and read some more.

We made it to the downtown Starbucks just before the sky opened up and a storm raged right above the towers around us, thundering so loud that even H jumped and cowered beneath her highly conductive umbrella a time or two.

On Friday, I worked and Joseph Beth was a more exciting place than usual.

–a woman brought with her to the kids department, along with her two children, her cat.  He’s a travel kitty like I originally wanted Mercury to be, and though he follows true cat form and refuses to walk on his leash, he’s happy to wear his harness and be carried around.  I got to pet him and his owner and I talked about kitties.  <3

–I told a girl of the anime nerd genre to keep practicing her art, perhaps start a regular comic to have something to work on regularly, and perhaps get a Deviant Art account, why not?  She got an account and added me as a friend that night.  This is exciting because someone thought my advice sage and worthy and followed it.

–Chris caught a shoplifter that had been banned from the store a year before.

–Matt spotted another shoplifter who had nabbed a bunch of stuff and run out about a week ago.  He came over to the register to let Heather C and I know to call security and keep an eye.  Meanwhile, Allison went over to chat with him.  He yielded one DVD already stuffed under his shirt and tried to jet.  Alison shouted, ‘Call the police!’ and then, ‘Don’t let him out of the store!’ as she tried to box in his escape.  As the only other person close to his route of egress, I tried to keep him from heading out the Carson Street doors, but he evaded me.  I thought about tackling him, but that seemed like one of those things one could get sued for, so I ran after him.  He got away, yelling ‘I didn’t TAKE anything!!!’…which is, of course, beside the point.  Just because he didn’t SUCCEED in stealing doesn’t make him innocent.

But the funniest thing about this is that the two people trying to catch him were a pregnant woman and a girl with a broken toe.

Luckily, my toe is healing nicely, and the break was caused by a front impact, not force from above, so bending to run, combined with a dose of adrenaline,  kept the unsuccessful chase from causing any pain beyond a small amount of soreness in the aftermath.

My only regret is that I didn’t yell a squeeky ‘SHOPLIFTERRRRRR!!!!’ ala Empire Records:

After I went home, I finally conned H into grudgingly picking up Twilight:

…she went to work with me on Saturday and by the time I finished my shift had finished book 3, cursing my name the whole time, and eagerly awaiting the fourth book:

She is now reading:

…awesome.

After work, she, Briggs and I were supposed to go see Wall-E…but then learned that we were all broke.  Oops.  So…next week.

Instead, we came home and watched episode 12 of season 4 of Doctor Who.

(FRUSTRATED SCREAM)

Yeah.  Bastards.

Then, by unspoken agreement, H and I went our separate literary ways (I think no one told B…he seemed to want attention).   I’m currently reading:

It’s a bit silly but fun…about a Ren Faire flautest who, after being left by his tempermental opera diva GF, accidentially awakens a bespelled elven noble who requires the help of his Bardic magic to stop Faire Site from being bulldozed by the evil corperation that is really owned by a very bad elf that wants to destroy the nexus of elvish power that resides in Fairesite.  Naturally.

You can understand why I couldn’t reisist this book. ;)

Today, we have Game.

I’m hoping to head for town a little early and perhaps get a few shots of the fur-covered Anthrocon goers, since we were all too broke and too busy to make it this year. (And for those wondering, NO I have not become a furry…one of my co-gamers suggested that it could be fun to go, since it is the biggest Furry Con in…I think, the world, and the concesus was that, yeah…it could be.  Plus, I was going to wear my kitty ears and tail and my giant boots and my black petticoat and…oh never mind.  But I had a really cute outfit that isn’t going to get to benefit from me not going)

I should go.  I was a bad, bad girl and did not wash off my makeup before bed last night.  I was sleepy!

Anyway, clothing and clean face await.

Lates skates.





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