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kjpepperYou know, a long time ago in a galaxy far away I took a class on operating systems and therefore knew exactly what a page fault was. Damned if I know now. Stupid sieve brain.
Today was... an interesting adventure, starting with the drive down with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jaicat and hey, ho, the wind and the rain nearly all the way down. Ivan was kicking up quite a rumpus down I-91 and I-95, obscuring both signs and trucks in the right lane. "I think it's raining," I commented to her as we were driving though a particularly bad bit; she shot back with "Really? Why don't you stick your head out and check?"
I love that ball of dinkoliciousness some days. we laughed about that all the way back.
The reason why we'd left so early in the first place was not becausejaicat had to return the car at noon in White Plains (even though she did) it was so we could drive about forty + or - miles out of our way to Paramus Park so she could get herself some Chick Fil-A. Apparently the nostalgia for fast chicken joints runs deep, considering Chick Fil-A is a mostly western US thing. Anyway, here we were in Paramus running through this mall becuase we needed to grab the chicken and RUN back to the car, deeply regretting the fact that we couldn't stay because there was a LEGO outlet there as well and the rest of the mall did look fairly interesting, but jaicat did fulfill her quest and I must say the chicken is quite good. I'm just vastly amused by the quest itself. And the fact that we made it to the car rental place with only four minutes to spare. You know what, sometimes being an adult ain't half bad - you get to do silly shit like this.
Why the hell is self-serve gasoline still illegal in NJ? It's so stupid. Especially if you have out of state plates. The service people know out of staters aren't going to know to tip them, so they get really surly about pumping your gas. Ugh.
Getting back into the city and then having to figure out where I was subsequently going was a circus of batshit, though I did stop in Grand Central's Transit Museum outlet and got myself the ultimate subway geek T-shirt. Well, okay, there were geekier shirts, but this one's up there. It says "Brooklyn" across the chest in the Brooklyn Dodgers typeface, and in the bottom of the Y are the subway lines that go there. (here?) I think that's up there with my glow in the dark periodic table shirt in terms of sheer nerd branding.
The rest of the day I spent with Vicki and Mom, which was... *sigh* I don't really know what it was. Maybe I'll get into it when I've kinda processed it. Mom wants to go home, she's been more or less hospitalized for the last month and a half. As a result she's cranky and demanding, and ok, just wenchy. I can't say I blame her, but it didn't make for an easy afternoon/evening, even though she was quite obviously glad to see me.
I'm thinking of doing something rather drastic with my hair tomorrow, since Vicki's offering to take me to the salon. I'm tired of yarning it, and I'm kinda tired of dealing with it as it is right now, which is a clusterfuck of frizz and ends that just keep breaking no matter how many layers of kid gloves I treat it with. Chances are I won't ultimately have time (the average appointment at a black hairdresser's runs about six times longer than a trip to Supercuts, after all), but don't be too surprised if I come waltzing back into Massachusetts looking a little - different.
Anyway, that's all. Going to noodle around, maybe post a locked entry or two, then take a bath and crash.
Today was... an interesting adventure, starting with the drive down with
jaicat and hey, ho, the wind and the rain nearly all the way down. Ivan was kicking up quite a rumpus down I-91 and I-95, obscuring both signs and trucks in the right lane. "I think it's raining," I commented to her as we were driving though a particularly bad bit; she shot back with "Really? Why don't you stick your head out and check?"I love that ball of dinkoliciousness some days. we laughed about that all the way back.
The reason why we'd left so early in the first place was not because
jaicat had to return the car at noon in White Plains (even though she did) it was so we could drive about forty + or - miles out of our way to Paramus Park so she could get herself some Chick Fil-A. Apparently the nostalgia for fast chicken joints runs deep, considering Chick Fil-A is a mostly western US thing. Anyway, here we were in Paramus running through this mall becuase we needed to grab the chicken and RUN back to the car, deeply regretting the fact that we couldn't stay because there was a LEGO outlet there as well and the rest of the mall did look fairly interesting, but jaicat did fulfill her quest and I must say the chicken is quite good. I'm just vastly amused by the quest itself. And the fact that we made it to the car rental place with only four minutes to spare. You know what, sometimes being an adult ain't half bad - you get to do silly shit like this.Why the hell is self-serve gasoline still illegal in NJ? It's so stupid. Especially if you have out of state plates. The service people know out of staters aren't going to know to tip them, so they get really surly about pumping your gas. Ugh.
Getting back into the city and then having to figure out where I was subsequently going was a circus of batshit, though I did stop in Grand Central's Transit Museum outlet and got myself the ultimate subway geek T-shirt. Well, okay, there were geekier shirts, but this one's up there. It says "Brooklyn" across the chest in the Brooklyn Dodgers typeface, and in the bottom of the Y are the subway lines that go there. (here?) I think that's up there with my glow in the dark periodic table shirt in terms of sheer nerd branding.
The rest of the day I spent with Vicki and Mom, which was... *sigh* I don't really know what it was. Maybe I'll get into it when I've kinda processed it. Mom wants to go home, she's been more or less hospitalized for the last month and a half. As a result she's cranky and demanding, and ok, just wenchy. I can't say I blame her, but it didn't make for an easy afternoon/evening, even though she was quite obviously glad to see me.
I'm thinking of doing something rather drastic with my hair tomorrow, since Vicki's offering to take me to the salon. I'm tired of yarning it, and I'm kinda tired of dealing with it as it is right now, which is a clusterfuck of frizz and ends that just keep breaking no matter how many layers of kid gloves I treat it with. Chances are I won't ultimately have time (the average appointment at a black hairdresser's runs about six times longer than a trip to Supercuts, after all), but don't be too surprised if I come waltzing back into Massachusetts looking a little - different.
Anyway, that's all. Going to noodle around, maybe post a locked entry or two, then take a bath and crash.
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Date: 2004-09-18 08:35 pm (UTC)Well, you asked.
I think any politician who promises to "create jobs" should be horsewhipped. But maybe that's just me.
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Date: 2004-09-18 09:04 pm (UTC)And there's no self-serve gas in Oregon, either.
('scuse the disjointed reply; I just woke up.)
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Date: 2004-09-19 01:54 pm (UTC)