Also, happy Solstice/Yule to those what celebrate it and happy first night of Hanukkah tonight to the Jew-types. Lots of candles tonight.
Turns out sleigh bells require more wrist strength to play than I thought.
My uncle's lung surgery revealed that the tumor is almost definitely NOT cancerous! *cue trumpets and cheering*
Ummm... My brother's been stuck at PDX for about seven hours due to weather conditions and the Southwest de-icing machine breaking down, which means that my dad and I spent about an hour in the PCU lobby at UCIMC with three different cell phones trying to make sure that he would get home tonight. He's scheduled to board sometime around now and should be in Ontario at 1am. Whoohoo!
I'm going to sit here for a while and wait to wake up my parents so we can go get my brother...
Your result for The Steampunk Style Test...
64% Elegant, 28% Technological, 27% Historical, 40% Adventurous and 40% Playful!
You are the Aristocrat, the embodiment of steampunk elegance and poise. For you, dressing steampunk is first and foremost about simply looking good, with accessories and details to follow. However, this does not mean that you ignore the demands of creating a “steampunk look.” Your outfits weave together a balance between technology and style, and between period accuracy and beautiful anachronism. While your fashion inspiration may come from anywhere across the Victorian social spectrum, you always find a way to make your outfit beautiful. You will probably be found in the clothes of the steam age elite simply because of the greater elegance available to them. Chances are you dress this way because you like it, and you would still dress in this manner even if steampunk was not a popular interest.
Try our other Steampunk test here.
In similar, but unrelated news, I realize I haven't posted here about the fact that my uncle found out about two weeks ago that his bone marrow cancer metastasized to his lungs. He's having surgery on the 18th and then goes back into chemo. This happened to my aunt (his wife) and it went straight from her lungs to her brain. Cancer is so fucking scary I can't even wrap my mind around it.
Thing the first, I had to drive to my grandmother's (10 minutes each way) to plug her ethernet cable into the back of her computer. Annoying, but since it was my fault it was unplugged, I accept it. (Neither she nor my mother could figure out that the internet wasn't working because it WASN'T PLUGGED IN. *facepalm* I despair sometimes, I really do)
Thing the second, her computer is a brick. A reeeeeeeeeeeeeally slow brick. It took, from clicking on the icon on her desktop to the program being fully open, literally 17 minutes for AOL to load. Not to connect to the internet, that was about a minute and a half, but to OPEN THE PROGRAM. I wanted to scream. I get that she doesn't need the kind of speed I need. But c'mon. I mean, c'mon.
Thing the third, people who can't resize a window don't get computers. Period. Having now done the lecture-demo for her, I expect NEVER to have to deal with that again. EVER.
In conclusion, ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH!!!
I talked to someone about owning spinning wheels at some point. If this is you, let me know.
Today, I must return library books and pick up a jorb application.
My brother is home sick. I kind of just want to hide in my room so whatever he has doesn't get me. On the other hand, it's not like it would interfere with much. Le sigh.
Kings beat the Wild in shootout last night. Wild are no longer undefeated. Thrashers fired their coach because they are not yet un defeated. Scotty and Teemu will not make up their frickin' minds and I'm going a little crazy.
Out of curiosity, for the two hockey fans that read here, what do you think of a shirt that says "America, you can't win the game if you only play right wingers"?
Have been plagued of late by the ethical implications of watching and by extension supporting Bionic Woman. If you're interested in my concerns and I haven't already waffled all over you, drop a comment and I'll explain further. It has to do with homophobia and actors I like.
Dreams last night were of truly spectacular scariness. End of the world, twice, my brother and two of his friends leaving our house to look after a sick dog and ending up murdered in the back of an SUV, Kara Thrace committing suicide and having her body mailed to Lee Adama. Woke up, it should not be surprising, in a cold sweat. Seriously, will someone calm my subconscious the hell down?
I will be in Seal Beach Friday night to Sunday morning making a pittance to co-kidsit a trio of children during my local Quaker church's retreat. Anyone with suggestion for things that might appeal to a) a baby, b) a very bright kindergarden age girl, c) a seven year old autistic boy, or d) any combination of the above, let me know.
I still fail at life.
ABBA Fantasista is still bouncing around in my head, I'm working on things and hope to start really writing in the next few weeks.
I'm driving again for the first time in three+ years. I think I'm more comfortable this time around, though I desperately wish I was driving my father's car (2002ish Prius) and not mine (1989ish Camry).
Slowly, my room is starting to be a living space again, which is good, I suppose.
I almost wish I played video games like Halo, the Halo 3 voice cast is so awesome. Nathan Fillion, Adam Baldwin, Alan Tudyk, and Katee the Magnificent? Way too cool.
I picked up the season premiere of Bones. They're dealing with the Illuminati. I may watch for awhile...
My grandma is 85. She wants me to house/catsit in a few week so she can go traveling again. How cool is that?