kjpepper: (movie reel)
Most of them last night were bad (involving banquet tables of visibly spoiling food... ugh, I hate mold dreams) but there was one cool one about a restored antique train taking a trip across the country and one of the conductors hoped to meet up with his long lost sweetheart at some whistle stop station in the middle. He spent a good portion of the dream telling me about it while showing me how the train worked.

My alarm went off, I woke up enough to turn it off, then fell back asleep... and back to the same dream, or rather a sequel where I got a postcard in the mail from the conductor telling me that he'd indeed found his sweetie and they'd eloped. I woke up literally saying out loud "d'awwwwwww."

"That punk is either in love with his daughter or he's got a new found respect for life." I'm streaming Grosse Pointe Blank off of Netflix while I work this morning. How the hell is this movie 13 years old already? This movie is the soundtrack to my sophomore and junior years of college, thanks to [livejournal.com profile] jaicat... and this is the first time I'm seeing it in widescreen. And it still makes me giggle, even though I know most of the dialog by heart. I almost want to know if Debbie and Martin made it back for their 20th.

Car is reserved for 22 - 28th. Probably not the cherry whore, but I'm hoping for one of her little sisters, like a Nissan Versa...

I've got a gold dragon finally. Thanks [livejournal.com profile] karnythia!

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May. 17th, 2009 07:25 pm
kjpepper: (pervy chekov fancier)
I made the icon because someone else was squeeing about Baby Chekov in [livejournal.com profile] rhipowered's journal and I had to join in. He really is damned cute. I want to grab him by all of that insane curly hair and do very very bad things to him.

In other news, quiet day today - spent it watching the second episode of Rome (which is excellent, btw) and meticulously plotting my trip for next weekend. I'm still utterly terrified by the prospect of doing this, but the planning is helping take the edge off, and it's actually kinda fun scoping out rest stops and gas stations with Google Maps/Earth. I'm not supposed to sit and drive for too long at a stretch due to the whole clotting thing, so I'm roughly trying to plot out one stop every hourish, give or take. Also an hour is roughly about when my attention starts wandering from driving, so that seems to be a good way of breaking it up. I also find it funny that I'm planning based on locations of Dunks/Starbucks, as I'm pretty sure I'm going to need/want the constant influx of coffee to maintain the adrenaline... and if I'm going to be drinking that much coffee, I'm going to need to stop about once every hour anyway. What's also going to be fun is the seven hourish drive from Maryland to Massachusetts. D: Luckily that trip, route wise, will be easy - three interstates. 81 to 84 to 91. Actual trip wise, we'll see. I hate 84, it is probably the second most boring stretch of road I've ever been on. Feh. Of the entire road trip cha cha, I think the bit I'm looking the most forward to AND dreading the most would be taking the Merritt Parkway back through CT from MA. I love that drive, and I'm rather excited about the idea of taking it by myself, even through I know there are a couple of bits of it that have scared everyone I've directed onto it. Well, we'll see how it goes. I'm going to give them a call tomorrow and make sure this idea is even remotely feasable.

No plans really for tonight, other than doing a little cleaning/straightening, drinking some coffee and doing a bit of work/life catchup. Feel free to IM/TM me and make sure I'm actually doing productive things, lol.
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Off to Worcester. Have phone and Preciousssss on me.
kjpepper: (nyeh! demongo)
You know? I've never booked a hotel room for myself before. Or stayed in one completely by myself - ie, not with people I knew three doors down the hall.

Anyway - solved the Worcester problem. Going out there after work tonight, staying over, then going to my appointment tomorrow and coming back home. Kind of an appallingly expensive way to do it, but I'm sucking it up as non-driver tax. Also gonna see if I can hit the Halloween Outlet while I'm there. I've wanted to go for years, and it seems an excellent consolation prize for all this aggravation.
kjpepper: (get well gnome)
I know this is a longshot and yes I'm tentatively making other arrangements as I post this, but would anyone be willing to shuttle me to Worcester ass early on Tuesday morning and then back at least Valleyward after? I have that horrible appointment with the GI specialist at UMass Medical Center at 9am. Gas will be paid for and an equally preposterous favor (as in really big favor as counted in the Neverwhereverse) will be yours to call in in return.

No worries if nobody can, I'm working on Plan B.


Jan. 30th, 2009 09:55 am
kjpepper: (nyeh! demongo)
So last night's highlight was dealing with eight malfunctioning smoke/carbon monoxide alarms throughout the house for an hour. My ears still feel like I survived a metal concert.

Stressing - managed to change that appointment with Grand High Poobah of Lower Intestine, but I still need to get to Worcester by 9am on Tuesday. I really am not sure how that's going to work. I might have to head out there Monday night and stay over, then take the bus back on Tuesday. *sigh* it just had to be Monday night, didn't it. Oh well. It will be figured out. Stressing about this is NOT helped when your insurance's referral department calls and tells you that your doctor's practice doesn't exist. (They had the wrong phone number.)

It always has to be when I have to do sixteen million other things that a craft project/idea bubbles to the surface in my head. Good god, wait until March, muse.

Just found out someone I know is in the ER. *worries and sends wellness thoughts eastward*

That's pretty much all...

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Still at castle zak, and [livejournal.com profile] zadnyl's birthday was busy. We drove up to Ithaca for the grand tour of the back sprawl of Cornell (aaaaaaaaaagh, nature! Hiking... though okay the waterfall and the salamanders were cool, but I really should have had more breakfast and some bike shorts under my skirt and shoes with actual treads before it) We ended it with a bit of ice cream at the Cornell dairy bar (I cheated and had a bit - my it was tasty).

We came home for actual lunch, and I spent a little time nonconsensually performing horrors upon [livejournal.com profile] zadnyl's boyfriend six ways from sunday in Tetris DS (I've gotten rather good at that apparently, plus I'm mean with the items - comes of playing with [livejournal.com profile] morlock), then went to Time Out at the local mall to play video games, where anzovin has discovered that he likes 1st person shooters, and I discovered that [livejournal.com profile] zadnyl's boy is one of those frightening people that's actually good at DDR. Heh. The rest of the family played stuff at the ticket machines and then gave it all to the birthday girl, who ended up with about 650 tickets for prizes. Then Chili's for dinner (C's mom under the influence of margarita is a funny funny thing), and then home for zadnyl's cupcakes iced with (fake) cream cheeze icing.

So right now, believe it or not I'm still working on digesting dinner and we're discussing what time we're all leaving. Meh... I really am kinda sorry we only come out here once a year, the Zakrzewski's is so much fun, not to mention it really is a rare thing to find folks that can have their daughter, her girl and her boy over and not only not blink but pretty much assimilate them into the clan. A true blessing indeed.

I need to go get some semblance of breakfast now.
kjpepper: (OMG YAY)
castle zak has wireless internet. :D

We arrived in Hellmira safe and sound despite a late start, road work, detours, extreme heat, dehydration, a close call with pulling off a shoulder, the conversion of rt 17 into I-86, Sunny driving in NY on a MA permit and a really unfortunate encounter with ANTS. OMGWTF. I'm not elaborating since [livejournal.com profile] morlock reads my LJ obviously but OMGWTFBBQ. God.

Anyway. We are here surrounded by the Sunny-clones and their sources, including one birthday girl on the cusp of majority and her boyfriend who immediately cemented his geek cred by quoting VGCats and handing me a bottle of Bawls upon being introduced. :) [livejournal.com profile] zadnyl made us all dinner which was fantastic (chicken, potatoes, peas, biscuits) and wow... it's really a pity C's family lives five hours away. I forgot what having dinner with them was like - I haven't laughed that hard in weeks.

I think tonight since I'm wired up, I'm going to attempt to rescue my ship tonight. And show Sunny the Leroy Jenkins video.


Jan. 15th, 2006 12:54 am
kjpepper: (B train)
two things are immediately apparent to me as I sprawl across Mom's bed - one, wireless signal does indeed go through a double layer of brick wall (though NY row house walls are not exactly known for their fortress-like impenetrability) and 2) our snotty neighbors (the new kids on the block - they moved in about 5 years ago and proceeded to give Mom and Dad hell about the dog they still had then) have a fabulously good wireless router that seems to be directly up against the wall where Mom's room is, as I'm getting full signal. Good to know for times when I'm here - bring the laptop.

Anyways, we are here, and the house is, thankfully, quiet. [livejournal.com profile] morlock's upstairs in my room dead asleep, and I can hardly blame him. He not only had a three and a half hour drive to contend with, parts of which were straight through Manhattan proper due to a missed exit in the Bronx, and with no cruise control (shit, forgot about that part, ow), but almost immediately after had to contend with meeting a somewhat bigger chunk of my family than expected, as Dad took everyone out to his new pet Cuban restaurant across the street from Bloomingdales (Cabana - highly recommended, BTW). "Everyone" being Dad, Janra and I, Amastan, Anucha, and three of the spawn. *shakes head* So weird. Spring was being all quietly moody and introspective, though I think she was actually bored as hell with us grown ups and just being snotty about not wanting to be there. And Ale seems to have inherited the annoying baton. Hopefully she'll grow out of that. Anyway, in keeping with the tradition of the kids glomphing all over anyone I bring home with me, they all took to morlock pretty quick, Dakota was deeply impressed by his DS anyway, and Anucha, Stanley and Dad (Amanda got there late) also seemed to like him a lot, and politely didn't ask why the hell I brought someone else's husband home with me ([livejournal.com profile] sydneycat et all, you'd best be giggling), though Stanley couldn't resist making the oblique snarky crack at me. *chuckle* I swear, my relationship with him could definitely be summed up in what he said to Ale midway through dinner - "Stop tormenting Andee - you know that's my job."

Seriously, weirdly enough, a good time was had by all. And dinner was pretty good too... hell, even [livejournal.com profile] morlock found something to eat, so I'll count it as a success.

[livejournal.com profile] sundart - your mission should you choose to accept it is to ride my ass until I get Mom's paperwork signed, notarized and sent back to Stanley. Apparently no one's been able to get into the family deposit boxes since Mom's death 'cause Vicki and I are holding up the paperwork. And I don't want to be the last one in.

Dad is rather disgustingly thrilled to have me home this weekend - couldn't wait to show off his new toy, which is a rather... large... plasma flat panel in the front hall. *boggle* Okay, I don't usually go for the whole HDTV plasma thing (I like my TV in the proper proportions, thanks) but, this things pretty schway, I'll have to admit, and Dad clearly is enjoying the opportunity to show it off. That man and his love affair with JandR OMG Gadget World, I tell you... Hmmmph. We should have brought the Playstation instead of the SNES. He is also singlehandedly supporting the picture frame industry, as the number of framed 8x10s and 5x7s strewn around the first floor have well, spawned. It took me a good half an hour to carefully clear the ones off the top of the piano and stack them in the living room. Seriously, Dad apparently has never heard of a little thing called the photo album, though I suppose that's Mom's fault, as she started it by putting everyone's picture up in the dining room... it's just... spread. *chuckle* And the piano, shockingly enough, is only a little flat in the lower register - even the dodgy middle E which tends to stick a bit in the winter didn't complain - though my ears did. Ouch. I need practice. *sigh* really, I just need to take lessons again. I miss piano.

Tomorrow should be fun... lots of subway, lots of just... stuff. And of course the Nintendo Store. Lets hope the hey, ho, wind and the rain will have cut itself out by then. But for now - talk to [livejournal.com profile] sydneycat since she's OMG awake??? sheesh. :)
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Didn't there use to be a Fresh Samantha flavor called that? Anyway . . .

A suprisingly good day was bestowed upon me by the gods. I guess someone upstairs decided it was about time to reprieve me from the gallons and gallons (shut up, [livejournal.com profile] harinezumi) of suck that I've been carrying around lately.

I didn't manage to catch MST3K this morning, but instead I slept in some, and then [livejournal.com profile] sundart and I (mostly her) got around to unpacking the boxes that were still taking up far too much space in our already little room. We can now see the floor, which is an exciting thing, despite our infestation of plastic ants. (Don't ask, they was left over from the plastic pumpkin hunt we had at the Bridge Street cemetary last Halloween/Samhain... hmm, we should do that again, possibly minus the ants.) At some point in the unpack cha cha, our friend Lori called, told us very decidedly that we did not want to be unpacking, and offered us an outing to the Peace Pagoda in Leverett, since Carole had told her about it when we went during the company Christmas outing the year before last. So we said sure, come on over.

A little bit after that the trash guy came to cart away the results of [livejournal.com profile] sundart's and [livejournal.com profile] beatgoddess's hard work in the garden, and I got to talk to him for a bit. He apparently is the third generation of the family that runs the trucking business, and Saturdays is the only time when he gets to drive the big truck, which he loves - the rest of the time he's stuck behind a desk. I can totally understand that. Someone needs to get him a copy of the penis truck song . :) Anyway, he was cool - he had the same laid-back chill vibe my friend Jim has. Which, Jim, if you're reading this - hi!

Lori then arrived, bearing a small present to cheer me up - a very pretty blue stone egg. Have to find somewhere nice to put it . . . she helped us cart our extra shite to the basement, and then, armed with Mapquest! directions, set off for the Peace Pagoda. It was an interesting trip, mostly due to the Mapquest! directions, which took us on the super-scenic route that involved dirt roads with large signs posted near them warning drivers that they weren't maintained in winter. Mapquest directions are so wacked. Luckily, the super-scenic route was indeed super-scenic, and while trundling down Reservation Road (the one not maintained in winter) we completely accidentally came across a gorgeous lake type object with little hiking trails all around it: Cranberry Pond. So we stopped, hopped out of Thusel (Lori's car) and, after teasing this adorable 2 year old boy that he was a bit young to be driving (he was sitting in the drivers seat of the car next to us, on his grandfather's lap - his response was a perfectly reasonable "It's Granddaddy's.") we went exploring. What was really cool about that particular trail was that across the lake there were railroad tracks, as as we were exploring we heard the whistles of an approaching train, which echoed very eerily off of the lake and nearby mountain, very creepy and cool. I'm about 85 percent positive it was one of the two daily Amtrak Vermonter trains, as the whistle was that particular set of tones, the engine noise sounded right, and where the track was made sense.

When we were done exploring the trails we proceeded with the wacked Mapquest! directions, which did indeed lead us to the Peace Pagoda...eventually. It was a great day to go - sunny and nice, and despite the gnats attempting to tell us we were fruity and delicious, the three of us had a good time. Though Carole and I had been up there before, it was great to go again - last time we went it was wintery and drizzly. Lori got some good pictures of the Buddha statues, and made the obligatory puns about how we weren't allowed to smoke any buddha near the Buddha (there was a large sign at the bottom of the hill prohibiting drugs and alcohol). There was also a small Japanese style garden next to the actual Pagoda, and we spent about half and hour there laying face down on a small stone bridge and playing with the coy. There were lots of little brown fish and big gorgeous orange fish and we figured out that we could get them to come up and try to nibble our fingers (which tickles like hell, by the way). The gnats were more of a problem here due to the standing water, but then [livejournal.com profile] sundart and Lori figured out that they could swat the gnats and drop them into the water and that the fish would gobble them up. So we spent about twenty minutes feeding the fish freshly swatted gnats and our fingers and having a great time. There were also some huge proto-frogs in the other side of the pond - think frog sized tadpoles that had legs and everything, but still had tails. And there was one very photogenic frog that kept sitting to have his picture taken. And a newt! Long story short (too late) we had a lot of fun with that pond. Came home surprisingly tired - between tromping near Cranberry Pond and the ten-fifteen minute uphill hike from the parking area to the Peace Pagoda ("Boy, you kinda have to seek inner peace at the top of this hill - you're too damn tired after the hike to do anything else!"), we had walked quite a bit. Boots were definately a good choice, especially given still sore right foot. There may possibly be some pictures in the future since Lori took about a roll and a half - will post if I get copies. :)

Coming home was good too. Slept off the rest of the trip, made plans with Austin about eating better food (just noticed yesterday that except for a couple of occasions, I've managed to stay dairy-free for the past couple of weeks, yay!) talked to my friend Diane for a bit on the phone, where she told me about an anime series running on Cartoon Network called .hack/Sign, watched Samurai Jack (mmm, Jack - very strange episode though), checked out .hack/Sign (decided it looked cool enough to start watching from beginning, whenever that may be) and took out the latest round of hair string so I could wash my hair and brush out the most recent crop of proto-dreadlocks. And [livejournal.com profile] beatgoddess baked brownies and let me lick the bowl. :)

Yep, pretty damned good day. Need more like them. :)

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