Argephontes
8/31/2002
Something is wrong with my coffee pot. It's one of those thermal karaffe thingums that keep the coffee hot with no burner, and brews right into the karaffe. Only not, anymore.
For some reason lately the coffee just misses the karaffe altogether. There's nothing stuck in it. I've also tried adjusting the tightness of lid to see if that had anything to do with it. There seems to be no rhyme nor reason to it. I would chalk it up to my coffee pot being demonic, only Courtney has a similar pot. Her pot does not misbehave for her, but I made coffee at her house a few weeks ago and it did the same thing.
My pot, though, does not work properly for anyone. It isn't just me. But why would Court's pot then act up ONLY when I was making coffee? This is a mystery. It could be that my pot is so accustomed to my brewing the coffee that it's just forgotten how not to act up, whereas Court's pot isn't used to me at all, and was only trying to send me a message of some sort.
Still, it makes no sense. I love the coffee. I have the utmost respect for the coffee. Why it seems to have suddenly chosen me as its antagonist is confusing, not to mention hurtful.
I cannot take this anymore. If I don't catch it soon enough, not only do I have a gigantic mess to sop up, but as little as a third of a cup to show for it. If this problem isn't solved soon, I'm going to have to give up and just go to freaking Starbucks on the weekends.
¶ 8/31/2002 10:15:00 AM
For some reason lately the coffee just misses the karaffe altogether. There's nothing stuck in it. I've also tried adjusting the tightness of lid to see if that had anything to do with it. There seems to be no rhyme nor reason to it. I would chalk it up to my coffee pot being demonic, only Courtney has a similar pot. Her pot does not misbehave for her, but I made coffee at her house a few weeks ago and it did the same thing.
My pot, though, does not work properly for anyone. It isn't just me. But why would Court's pot then act up ONLY when I was making coffee? This is a mystery. It could be that my pot is so accustomed to my brewing the coffee that it's just forgotten how not to act up, whereas Court's pot isn't used to me at all, and was only trying to send me a message of some sort.
Still, it makes no sense. I love the coffee. I have the utmost respect for the coffee. Why it seems to have suddenly chosen me as its antagonist is confusing, not to mention hurtful.
I cannot take this anymore. If I don't catch it soon enough, not only do I have a gigantic mess to sop up, but as little as a third of a cup to show for it. If this problem isn't solved soon, I'm going to have to give up and just go to freaking Starbucks on the weekends.
¶ 8/31/2002 10:15:00 AM
8/30/2002
Ooh, the Friday Five today is about clothes. I like clothes.
1. What's your favorite piece of clothing that you currently own? This usually changes everytime I get something new. Currently, its a white muscle shirt with red around the sleeves that says in cute camo letters "Triple Five Soul" across the front. I'd never even heard of Triple Five Soul (the name of the brand, I think), but the shirt is too cute. Plus, I have red sneakers to match.
2. What piece of clothing do you most want to acquire? I want a J.Lo Glam Velour Jumpsuit. They are sporty, feel like you're wearing pajamas, and make my ass look great. Unfortunately, they're also $89. I know it's J.Lo and uber trendy and ridiculously overpriced. I don't care. It's like a onesie for grown-ups that you can wear in public. And, ass. Looks. So. Good.
3. What piece of clothing can you not bring yourself to get rid of? Why? I have a ratty old The Who tee-shirt that used to be my dad's back in the day. It's black, and so thin you can nearly see through it. It also has a few holes. I used to wear it a lot in high school, but not so much anymore. Reason being that I'm terrified to wash it because I fear it might just disentegrate. I don't think it's been washed in over four years.
4. What piece of clothing do you look your best in? Depends on my mood, whether or not I'm bloated, even time of day sometimes. But I have a silvery leopard print sleeveless top (not nearly so tacky as it sounds) that always looks good. It's my old standby. I can wear it with jeans, or I can dress it up with a skirt or slacks to look nice. It's basically my "OMAGAWDIDONTHAVEANYTHINGTOWEAR" crisis shirt, and I'll be sad when it finally goes.
5. What has been your biggest fashion accident? If you remember the bubble suit craze, circa 1990, then you know. If you don't, then I'm sure as hell not going to remind you. (Although, to my credit, I was only 11 at the time.)
¶ 8/30/2002 04:03:00 PM
1. What's your favorite piece of clothing that you currently own? This usually changes everytime I get something new. Currently, its a white muscle shirt with red around the sleeves that says in cute camo letters "Triple Five Soul" across the front. I'd never even heard of Triple Five Soul (the name of the brand, I think), but the shirt is too cute. Plus, I have red sneakers to match.
2. What piece of clothing do you most want to acquire? I want a J.Lo Glam Velour Jumpsuit. They are sporty, feel like you're wearing pajamas, and make my ass look great. Unfortunately, they're also $89. I know it's J.Lo and uber trendy and ridiculously overpriced. I don't care. It's like a onesie for grown-ups that you can wear in public. And, ass. Looks. So. Good.
3. What piece of clothing can you not bring yourself to get rid of? Why? I have a ratty old The Who tee-shirt that used to be my dad's back in the day. It's black, and so thin you can nearly see through it. It also has a few holes. I used to wear it a lot in high school, but not so much anymore. Reason being that I'm terrified to wash it because I fear it might just disentegrate. I don't think it's been washed in over four years.
4. What piece of clothing do you look your best in? Depends on my mood, whether or not I'm bloated, even time of day sometimes. But I have a silvery leopard print sleeveless top (not nearly so tacky as it sounds) that always looks good. It's my old standby. I can wear it with jeans, or I can dress it up with a skirt or slacks to look nice. It's basically my "OMAGAWDIDONTHAVEANYTHINGTOWEAR" crisis shirt, and I'll be sad when it finally goes.
5. What has been your biggest fashion accident? If you remember the bubble suit craze, circa 1990, then you know. If you don't, then I'm sure as hell not going to remind you. (Although, to my credit, I was only 11 at the time.)
¶ 8/30/2002 04:03:00 PM
8/29/2002
Did you know that you can microwave a cigarrette? Well, you can.
I was headed into the office to smoke last night, because the office is the only room in the house where we allow ourselves to smoke, and I decided to brush my teeth first. I'm very easily distracted like that. I had taken a ciggie out of my purse to tote into the office, so I laid it on the bathroom sink. Where, after I had brushed, I discovered there was a puddle of wetness.
Now you see, normally this would be no thing. But there were only two cigarrettes left, period, at all. And because I had brushed my teeth first, Ryan had nearly finished off the other one.
Ryan snatched the wet cigarrette and ran into the kitchen.
No, he isn't, I thought.
Yes, he was. He'd put it into the microwave. For 10 seconds. It came out dry. A little warm, you know. But not hot. Not really changed at all. I am still not over how oddly interesting that is. Microwaving wet cigarrettes. I've known people who throw them away. Now I have knowledge to share with the populus! I know a new trick! *Doing the I-know-a-new-trick dance. Which involves me sitting in my chair, looking at the computer screen with a dazed look on my face. Ok, so that doesn't actually count as a dance. Sue me, bitch.*
Oh! And Happy Birthday to Hunter, who I hear reads this. You old man. :) ¶ 8/29/2002 03:14:00 PM
I was headed into the office to smoke last night, because the office is the only room in the house where we allow ourselves to smoke, and I decided to brush my teeth first. I'm very easily distracted like that. I had taken a ciggie out of my purse to tote into the office, so I laid it on the bathroom sink. Where, after I had brushed, I discovered there was a puddle of wetness.
Now you see, normally this would be no thing. But there were only two cigarrettes left, period, at all. And because I had brushed my teeth first, Ryan had nearly finished off the other one.
Ryan snatched the wet cigarrette and ran into the kitchen.
No, he isn't, I thought.
Yes, he was. He'd put it into the microwave. For 10 seconds. It came out dry. A little warm, you know. But not hot. Not really changed at all. I am still not over how oddly interesting that is. Microwaving wet cigarrettes. I've known people who throw them away. Now I have knowledge to share with the populus! I know a new trick! *Doing the I-know-a-new-trick dance. Which involves me sitting in my chair, looking at the computer screen with a dazed look on my face. Ok, so that doesn't actually count as a dance. Sue me, bitch.*
Oh! And Happy Birthday to Hunter, who I hear reads this. You old man. :) ¶ 8/29/2002 03:14:00 PM
I've been avoiding posting all week because I have been in a horrible mood, felt horrible, and basically didn't want to subject the public to that sort of attitude (actually, not so. Really I just had shame that I didn't have anything better to say than WAAAAAAH). So here I am, back, and pretty chipper. Yay, me.
My drain is no longer broken. Not that you knew it was. But I assure you, it was the worst drain ever in the history of drains. The kitchen sink one. It's always been insanely slow, and then it got to stopping up, and we fixed it but it got slower... to the point of being able to wash 4 dishes and then waiting overnight for the water level to go down. This has been going on for EVER.
Since I know you're thinking it, let me explain to why I didn't call the landlord. 3 reasons, actually. One, we had vacation in the middle of all this. And it didn't get atrociously, unbearable awful until we came back. Two, my landlord makes me uncomfortable, and I prefer as little interaction as possible. He's nice, he takes care of things, but he's old and speaks really slowly and always tries to invite me to go to his church (in a friendly tone with underlying hints of "Or you're going to HELL!"). I cannot deal with that. It's weird, it makes me uncomfortable, and as illegal as it might be, I have fear that if I say it makes me uncomfortable that he'll kick us out. Or, even worse, take it upon himself to try even harder in order to save my immortal soul. Reason three- I am insanely neurotic and feel like I have to do all the dishes before the plumber can come over. Nevermind that the reason you get the plumber to come is so that you CAN do dishes. Because that would be logical. Seriously, I was thinking last night that if this didn't work, I was going to lug everything into the bathroom and do them in the tub.
Luckily, that was unnecessary. After 3 or 4 different kinds of draino/liquid plumber, it finally occurred to us that we should buy a plunger. We had one before, but Puck kinda chewed the handle and it was all splintery. Let me tell you. Never, EVER will I go plungerless again. That's all it needed. I don't even know what all was in there, but it was gross. A freaking half foot worth of a STICK even came out of the drain when we plunged. Or when Ryan did. He is my new hero, the PLUNGE MASTER. (heh).
I did about 3/4 of the dishes that had piled up before I got bored with it and moved on. I'll probably do the rest at lunch - I'm still excited. I kept turning on the faucet for the sole reason of watching the water go down the drain, squealing with glee. Never has something so simple been so damned gratifying. ¶ 8/29/2002 10:50:00 AM
My drain is no longer broken. Not that you knew it was. But I assure you, it was the worst drain ever in the history of drains. The kitchen sink one. It's always been insanely slow, and then it got to stopping up, and we fixed it but it got slower... to the point of being able to wash 4 dishes and then waiting overnight for the water level to go down. This has been going on for EVER.
Since I know you're thinking it, let me explain to why I didn't call the landlord. 3 reasons, actually. One, we had vacation in the middle of all this. And it didn't get atrociously, unbearable awful until we came back. Two, my landlord makes me uncomfortable, and I prefer as little interaction as possible. He's nice, he takes care of things, but he's old and speaks really slowly and always tries to invite me to go to his church (in a friendly tone with underlying hints of "Or you're going to HELL!"). I cannot deal with that. It's weird, it makes me uncomfortable, and as illegal as it might be, I have fear that if I say it makes me uncomfortable that he'll kick us out. Or, even worse, take it upon himself to try even harder in order to save my immortal soul. Reason three- I am insanely neurotic and feel like I have to do all the dishes before the plumber can come over. Nevermind that the reason you get the plumber to come is so that you CAN do dishes. Because that would be logical. Seriously, I was thinking last night that if this didn't work, I was going to lug everything into the bathroom and do them in the tub.
Luckily, that was unnecessary. After 3 or 4 different kinds of draino/liquid plumber, it finally occurred to us that we should buy a plunger. We had one before, but Puck kinda chewed the handle and it was all splintery. Let me tell you. Never, EVER will I go plungerless again. That's all it needed. I don't even know what all was in there, but it was gross. A freaking half foot worth of a STICK even came out of the drain when we plunged. Or when Ryan did. He is my new hero, the PLUNGE MASTER. (heh).
I did about 3/4 of the dishes that had piled up before I got bored with it and moved on. I'll probably do the rest at lunch - I'm still excited. I kept turning on the faucet for the sole reason of watching the water go down the drain, squealing with glee. Never has something so simple been so damned gratifying. ¶ 8/29/2002 10:50:00 AM
8/27/2002
Usually such drabble would be posted on the quizzes page, but I couldn't resist putting this one up front. It's frighteningly accurate (except for the bit about the digestive organs. And the food).
The Name Report:
Your first name of Mikkie has created contrasting qualities in your nature. You desire change and varied experiences and you are capable in many areas, but you do not excel because of your scattering, impulsive desires. With supportive influence from other names you may use, you could be creative or artistic in a practical way, but basically this name is a plodding influence, though you have a desire for greater expression. Although you desire to avoid monotony, you seem to be attuned to system, order, and attention to detail. You can be very analytical, exacting, and patient as long as there is a challenge holding your interest, such as in the field of computers with its technical challenge. When your interest is exhausted, you switch to something else even though it means leaving your undertakings unfinished. This name makes you inquisitive and scientific in your approach to life, requiring everything to be proved to satisfy your skepticism. This skepticism has not protected you from many disappointments when people you have trusted have let you down. This name creates strong physical desires, such as an appetite for heavy, starchy foods and meat. Tension affecting the solar plexus and digestive organs could lead to ulcers, growths, or constipation.
Sometimes, the internet scares me. ¶ 8/27/2002 01:37:00 PM
The Name Report:
Your first name of Mikkie has created contrasting qualities in your nature. You desire change and varied experiences and you are capable in many areas, but you do not excel because of your scattering, impulsive desires. With supportive influence from other names you may use, you could be creative or artistic in a practical way, but basically this name is a plodding influence, though you have a desire for greater expression. Although you desire to avoid monotony, you seem to be attuned to system, order, and attention to detail. You can be very analytical, exacting, and patient as long as there is a challenge holding your interest, such as in the field of computers with its technical challenge. When your interest is exhausted, you switch to something else even though it means leaving your undertakings unfinished. This name makes you inquisitive and scientific in your approach to life, requiring everything to be proved to satisfy your skepticism. This skepticism has not protected you from many disappointments when people you have trusted have let you down. This name creates strong physical desires, such as an appetite for heavy, starchy foods and meat. Tension affecting the solar plexus and digestive organs could lead to ulcers, growths, or constipation.
Sometimes, the internet scares me. ¶ 8/27/2002 01:37:00 PM
Stupid last minute crap. I know I wait until the last minute to do everything, but for some reason it pisses me off when other people do it. Because now I have all this Work That Must Be Done As Of Yesterday (that I wasn't aware of until this morning).
Today is not the day to go pissing me off. Do you hear that, job? You better take heed. I am a woman on the path of WAR. Or something like that, anyway. ¶ 8/27/2002 09:25:00 AM
Today is not the day to go pissing me off. Do you hear that, job? You better take heed. I am a woman on the path of WAR. Or something like that, anyway. ¶ 8/27/2002 09:25:00 AM
