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saturday randomosity
Jun. 17th, 2006 09:30 pmFor once not coming on Saturday night to make a cryptic Dr. Who remark. Well, not *just* to make a cryptic Dr. Who remark.
The Hunting of theSnark Chair
Today was the town-wide yard sale. I couldn't go as nuts as usual - even if I wasn't in practice for saving up for Cardiff, I'm skint. Broke. Pockets to let. And yes, this does mean that I shouldn't have probably gone trolling at the yard sale at all, but since I came home with two big problem fixes for my last $50, thinkin' it was worth it.
Problem Fix #1. I have bed linens. Literally, linen sheets. Love 'em to death, wouldn't go back for any money. Problem is, the fitted sheet is wearing through right in the middle, and either buying enough linen to make my own or sending off to Belaruse for another set of sheets would equally expensive. However, that gigantic heavy linen tablecloth I picked up for $5 will make a dandy top-of-mattress-sized patch, and should wear like iron to boot.
Problem Fix #2. Computer chair. The computer I work on lives in the living room; I want to have a chair that is living room worthy (ie, comfortable) while also being computer-worthy (ie, comfortable for very long periods of sitting). Many arm chairs are all wrong - the seats are too low, or the arms so close that either the keyboard shelf or my elbows are always hitting them. First replacement chair hurt my back; current replacement chair is a director's chair which makes other things go numb. Also, not the sort of thing you invite your friends to sit on.
So the old Ikea armchair I picked up today for $45 (I was trying for $40, but my negotiation skills suck) is very comfortable, wide enough to curl up in and type without hitting my elbows, and generally seems perfect. The seat is a little low, but I'm going to check to see if I can put a second standard pillow below the current seat pillow to adjust it. Or simply move my monitor so that I can see the TV beside it instead of just over it.
That's.... New...
Driving back from Baltimore today, I saw a cop herding cars. It was the oddest thing. Here we all are, blasting down 95 at Warp 9, and suddenly an undercover cop hits all his lights and starts weaving across the road. But he's not after anyone. Instead, he's sliding into lanes every time someone tries to speed up and pass him, and he's not only keeping the whole column of traffic behind him much like a sheepdog wrangling the herd, he's slowing us down, to the point where he gets all 4 lanes to come to an obedient stop, despite the fact that he can only block 3 of them.
But by this time, the people in the 4th lane can see the debris strewn across the highway.
Obligatory Nonspoilery Cryptic Dr. Who Remark
Well, that was a moderately amusing piece of fanfiction. Okay, one vaguely spoilery comment - I'm getting really tired of the Doctor being blamed for bringing disaster when he causes nothing, he tries to fix it up. It's like blaming a fireman for the fact that there are scorch marks and water damage on your house. Hello! He didn't start the fire!
And now I'm off to finish the fanfic I'm working on, where I have surprisingly hit a writer's block on the line "Jack heard the sweetest sound in the universe – the rasp of trousers being unzipped." I know what happens later, but I'm oddly blank on how to get from here to there.
The Hunting of the
Today was the town-wide yard sale. I couldn't go as nuts as usual - even if I wasn't in practice for saving up for Cardiff, I'm skint. Broke. Pockets to let. And yes, this does mean that I shouldn't have probably gone trolling at the yard sale at all, but since I came home with two big problem fixes for my last $50, thinkin' it was worth it.
Problem Fix #1. I have bed linens. Literally, linen sheets. Love 'em to death, wouldn't go back for any money. Problem is, the fitted sheet is wearing through right in the middle, and either buying enough linen to make my own or sending off to Belaruse for another set of sheets would equally expensive. However, that gigantic heavy linen tablecloth I picked up for $5 will make a dandy top-of-mattress-sized patch, and should wear like iron to boot.
Problem Fix #2. Computer chair. The computer I work on lives in the living room; I want to have a chair that is living room worthy (ie, comfortable) while also being computer-worthy (ie, comfortable for very long periods of sitting). Many arm chairs are all wrong - the seats are too low, or the arms so close that either the keyboard shelf or my elbows are always hitting them. First replacement chair hurt my back; current replacement chair is a director's chair which makes other things go numb. Also, not the sort of thing you invite your friends to sit on.
So the old Ikea armchair I picked up today for $45 (I was trying for $40, but my negotiation skills suck) is very comfortable, wide enough to curl up in and type without hitting my elbows, and generally seems perfect. The seat is a little low, but I'm going to check to see if I can put a second standard pillow below the current seat pillow to adjust it. Or simply move my monitor so that I can see the TV beside it instead of just over it.
That's.... New...
Driving back from Baltimore today, I saw a cop herding cars. It was the oddest thing. Here we all are, blasting down 95 at Warp 9, and suddenly an undercover cop hits all his lights and starts weaving across the road. But he's not after anyone. Instead, he's sliding into lanes every time someone tries to speed up and pass him, and he's not only keeping the whole column of traffic behind him much like a sheepdog wrangling the herd, he's slowing us down, to the point where he gets all 4 lanes to come to an obedient stop, despite the fact that he can only block 3 of them.
But by this time, the people in the 4th lane can see the debris strewn across the highway.
Obligatory Nonspoilery Cryptic Dr. Who Remark
Well, that was a moderately amusing piece of fanfiction. Okay, one vaguely spoilery comment - I'm getting really tired of the Doctor being blamed for bringing disaster when he causes nothing, he tries to fix it up. It's like blaming a fireman for the fact that there are scorch marks and water damage on your house. Hello! He didn't start the fire!
And now I'm off to finish the fanfic I'm working on, where I have surprisingly hit a writer's block on the line "Jack heard the sweetest sound in the universe – the rasp of trousers being unzipped." I know what happens later, but I'm oddly blank on how to get from here to there.
