My life feels White Wolfy, and if I may steal a line from JD, it's reading something like What: The Fuck.

(White Wolf really capitalized on the 90's angst is cool - everything they wrote was "existence sucks." Vampires have angst because they "hurt people." Werewolves have angst because there was a war and they lost. Mages have angst because - well, actually, I don't know why. The mage book was far and away the most incomprehensible fucking thing I ever read, and that includes some of the treatise on whatthefuck-ology I read back in college. And if you write a comment to tell me how wonderful Mage is, I will merely lump you in with the group of fuck-wits who can't honestly say that "Solaris" was incomprehensible because they don't want to seem under-cranial. Just because someone created it don't make it art.)

There I go interupting myself again.

Anyhoo:

• I like to put Jess in those footie-pajamas. One piece, zips up the front. You know the kind, I'm sure. It keeps her from scratching her ankles raw at night, not to mention being relatively easy to get her in and out of. Always a plus.

  I'm having a lot of trouble finding them in her size. I can find them in 12 months and under. And I can find them in 3T and higher. (Sorry, I can't see putting a 5 year old child in those types of PJs, but still...) I don't think Jess is really old enough for a night-gown - not to mention that I never liked them myself... personally I don't see what's so comfortable about a garmet that ends up twisted all up and bunched up under your armpits.

  So we tried some of the two-piece pjs (shirt and pants) that we found in We Be Babies. They come with these bright yellow tags that read: For Child's Safety, garments should fit snugly. This garment is not flame resistant. Loose-fitting garment is more likely to catch fire. These should more properly read as: Because our inspection department sucks ass, this garment will not fit over your child's head. Likewise, you will probably break her fingers trying to get her hand out. Further, attempting to remove this garment will dislocate her shoulder. But it's fire-safe. Er. But really, there's nothing fire safe about this garment. Really.

• Last year, I wrote a fairly extensive bitch about allergies. Yeah, that time of year again. I hate the dry-eyed spaced-out feeling of taking allergy meds. I also hate sneezing constantly. But go read it so I don't have to repeat myself too much.
• One of my gamer-friends.... grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. I mean, I like this particular individual a lot, but he's really absent-minded.

  He bought a cup of hot chocolate at the 7-11. And took one sip and forgot about it on my coffee table. When he got ready to go home, I handed him the cup.

  Which he apparently put down on the washing machine in my laundry room while having an after-game discussion in the breezeway outside my apartment. And forgot about it. Again.

  When I found it - going out to do a load of laundry - I found the cup and its contents inside the fucking washing machine. I had to waste a dollar's worth of quarters to run an empty load to wash it out so that my clothes didn't get all chocolate-ified.

  Christ!

• My god, the wind. Does it ever stop blowing?

  Yesterday it was so windy that the siding peeled off the side of my apartment. (by the way, if it's siding on the side, why isn't it "fronting" on the front?) That was sort of scary. There's this huge ripping noise, like someone letting off an allmighty fart and then the power went out. I wasn't sure what happened.

  When the power came back, about an hour later, I found out that the cable was out. It was back on this morning, but I spent yesterday in a state of cable-less-ness. I got a lot of reading done, though.




Posted by tisfan at April 04, 2005 11:26 AM