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My Hand Above the "Buy" Button

I am laughing at myself. Ruefully, and with a bit of self ... not loathing, not nearly, but with more than a bit of self-disapproval. Only a bit, because in the end, I did the right thing.

And what that might be, kaffy_r, you ridiculous Stray Kids stan?

I almost ignored my better judgement, my determination to save money, my intention to continue hiking my credit rating and my credit line to handle condo improvements, in order to buy a ticket to the June 26 Wrigley Field SKZ concert.

I've been joking with Bob about how my yearning to buy SKZ tickets while knowing I can't is torture.

Torture, hahaha, amirite?

By this morning, I'd gone to the ticket purchase site far too many times (I mean, going to the site even once, given what I knew I couldn't do, was "far too many times".) So the only torture I was experiencing was my own fault. I finally told myself that I'd try for a ticket, if a second show was added. I figured that mental trick would keep me happy without spending a dime, since I was fairly certain they wouldn't be adding another show.

And yet at 2:58 p.m., two minutes before the tickets were to go on sale, I found myself on the ticket site, my hand hovering over the "buy" button.

Then I thought about the fact that we aren't going to be sending holiday gifts to the people we love, because we're saving money for the move north. How could I be this selfish, this self-indulgent?

I turned off my laptop, shut it, went to the livingroom and put on an Erroll Garner jazz CD, then started looking through my cookbooks for a split pea soup recipe to make tomorrow. I listened to the entire album, and remembered how much I like Garner's piano playing. I sat in the livingroom listening to him and reading recipes until about 3:30 p.m., when I knew the tickets would be gone.

Tonight, I caught some of the Lolla concert on YouTube, and I'm still enjoying SKZ music right now.

Seriously, what the hell is wrong with me?

Current Mood: confused
Current Location: the home office
Current Music: Stray Kids "Haven"

Thursday's Child Has Far to Go

Do you want to know how badly wired my brain has been lately? I was convinced that Thanksgiving was this week. I kept looking at my Google calendar, and wondering why the holiday, which takes place on Thursday, was taking place on Saturday. There it was, "Labor Thanksgiving Day" noted on Saturday!

Bob reminded me today that Thanksgiving is indeed on Thursday. Next Thursday. But, but - it says here on my Google Calendar that Satur-

Oh.

I have "Japanese holidays" turned on For Reasons. And Labor Thanksgiving Day is a Japanese holiday. Perhaps the "Labor" part of the holiday name should have twigged me to that. Sigh. The excuse "I had a lot on my mind" only obtains if I actually have a mind present and accounted for. And as the probably (and rightly) problematic main character of the Zippy the Pinhead comic said in one of his uncomfortably surreal outings, "My brain is on vacation in the Carlsbad Caverns."

Still, I managed to complete all but one interview for my latest news feature, and submit an invoice for the magazine article. (The latter had to be submitted twice, since I realized, moments after Gmail's "undo" ability had expired, that I'd submitted an invoice for one of my earlier magazine articles. Cue an immediately apologetic email with the proper invoice attached. I'm trying to figure out how long my brain is going to enjoy the beauties of the caverns ....

I've been bitterly amused to learn that Stray Kids are performing at Wrigley Field in June, an event that promises to be a 3 hour concert.

Just after we've made our decision, and every spare dime is now going into savings for the northward journey; no Christmas/Holiday presents for anyone and we're going to ask people not to give us gifts. And probably no holiday cards, which I'm going to miss doing. Reader, I am disappoint.

Current Mood: bitchy
Current Location: the home office
Current Music: Stray Kids "Booster"

I'm Not Kidding. Stupidity.

I'm listening to MSNBC's coverage of the South Carolina GOP primary, and after listening to interviews with said South Carolina primacy GOP voters, I am reminded yet again, that people who are determined to be stupid, usually triumph in that effort.

Jesus wept.

(On the other hand, my longest back spasm episode EVAR, appears to have ended. I can sit at my desk again, w00t!!1! I still have my new neck, shoulder and left arm pain, but I can deal with that, at least during the day. Another w00t!!1! )

Still. Jesus fucking wept.

Current Mood: morose
Current Location: the home office
Current Music: MSNBC

What Makes One Bright, Or Perceptive, Or ... You know?

After finishing "This is How You Lose the Time War" by Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone - which is a very good book and worthy of its awards - I am again reminded, as I am, inconveniently, at times, that I need to get better at writing, or stew in a lazy brew of jealousy and inadequacy.

Current Mood: intimidated
Current Location: the home office
Crossposts: https://kaffy-r.livejournal.com/602180.html

Well, If Not Stupidity Then Unbelievable Ridiculousness

This week has been notable for only a couple of things chez CasakaffyrBB, (other than the 90 degree heat we're now experiencing) and both of them have to do with my apparent inability to walk and chew gum at the same time.

On Wednesday, I put together some cashew chicken, and mixed it up with some softened rice noodles in the wok. It smelled really good, although when I roasted the cashews and the tablespoon full of dried chilis, I started coughing. That should have alerted me to the problem, but didn't. Then when I taste tested the finished product, just prior to adding the rice noodles, I realized it was going to be hot. Very hot. Very, very hot. JFC HOT. I added a lot more rice noodles to the mix, and thought that might work to lessen the firepower.

Reader, it did not.

I went back and looked at the recipe just a tad more closely. Ah. It called for a tablespoon of sliced hot red peppers, alright. However, it was clear that it was asking for a tablespoon of fresh red chile peppers. Not - I repeat not - a tablespoon of dried red chile peppers.

This was not going to be pretty.

I warned Bob, and said it was going to be JFC HOT, and that we should have milk on hand. I could see he didn't quite believe me. Until he did.

The final verdict on Wednesday? The rice noodles did nothing to ameliorate the heat, largely because they soaked up the very hot sauce, so they were just as hot as the food I'd hoped they could help.

Reader, we stopped eating.

We also figured out a way to make the chicken, cashews, sweet peppers and mushrooms edible; I teased out all the rice noodles I could, then pitched them. I made a great deal of rice, which BB and I realized doesn't soak in liquids quite the same way rice noodles do, then made a new cashew chicken sauce with absolutely no heat in it. Success! It was still hot, but not "I do believe I'm fixing to die" hot.

The second piece of stupidity/unbelievable ridiculousness? Apparently throwing out my vaccination card. I'm going to go through the piles on my desk again, but I have a feeling that I File 13'd it, not foreseeing that such a card might come in damned handy. I just figured it was something I could show to the nice soldier boys and girls who were giving vaccination shots to prove I'd had my first shot.

Reader, I am an idiot.

Ah, well. Such is my life.

Today, I made an apple harvest cake, and this particular iteration of the recipe came out really well. I think it's because I didn't make it solely with monkfruit sweetener, since I've discovered that the 0 calorie sugar substitute doesn't completely melt into the batter. I did a 50/50 mix with real sugar, and that was the right decision.

Current Mood: blah
Current Location: the home office
Current Music: big band music (Woody Herman, I think)
Crossposts: https://kaffyr.livejournal.com/580152.html

When You Just Can't Get Enough Stupid ...

... I'm here to point you in the direction of more. With much thanks to Anu Garg's delightful A Word A Day, who pointed this out; one writer's contemplation about the reaction one school community had to hearing the Pledge of Allegiance spoken in Arabic.

Current Mood: aggravated
Current Location: the home office
Crossposts: http://kaffyr.livejournal.com/353160.html

Boosting the Signal

Just so you folks know, I sent this email to the Wikimedia Foundation earlier tonight.

To Whom It May Concern,

This year, for the first time, I donated money to support the Wikimedia Foundation, and I thought I had done a good thing in doing so.

However, the recent news that your Arbitration Committee has made a decision to permanently ban five writers and editors, in response to pressure from members of the so-called Gamergate community, has decreased my respect for, and confidence in, your organization and its policies.

I refer to these reports:

http://www.theguardian.com/technology/2015/jan/23/wikipedia-bans-editors-from-gender-related-articles-amid-gamergate-controversy

http://internet.gawker.com/wikipedia-purged-a-group-of-feminist-editors-because-of-1681463331

I hope someday to be able to donate to your organization again. For now, however, I join other members of the Internet community in saying that, until you fix Wikipedia's systemic bias against women, you will not get another penny from me.

And please do not indulge in the traditional defense of the disingenuous and cowardly; do not say, "We are not responsible." Of course you are, because you are financing and supporting the toxic atmosphere of its administrative and cultural infrastructure.

The buck stops with you.

Most sincerely,

Kathryn J. Routliffe

With many thanks to

kerravonsen

Current Mood: angry
Current Location: Going to bed
Crossposts: http://kaffyr.livejournal.com/343749.html

The Far Less Swozzled Update

I have a rather busy day ahead of me, seeing as how I'm going to get the chance to meet and have coffee with the delightful

marence this afternoon, but I wanted to drop by and do at least a couple of things:

I'm sending belated birthday wishes to a longtime friend, once from Chicago and now from Minneapolis,

doclnghair, who celebrated on Sept. 21. I hope your year is filled with creative joy, many friends, love, and music.

I also wanted to wish the erudite

selenak - world traveller extraordinaire, Beatle fan and scholar, thoughtful television commentator and excellent fic writer - a happy birthday, as of yesterday. I hope the day was excellent; may the coming year be just as fulfilling!

Other things: Here, under the cut to spare those of you who want to avoid

kaffy_r 's job-related angst, is a description of the meeting that actually sparked my previous post. In describing the meeting to

yamx , I managed to encapsulate the entire bad craziness of that little corporate get-together.

( Reason for the meeting )

Oh, and I forgot to mention earlier that Rory and the Doctor arrived about five or six days ago, and The Family Pond is now complete. I plan to bring them to the next set of union negotiations, put them out in front of me, and tell the guys across the table that if they can deal in fantasy scenarios affecting my livelihood, I can provide them with more fulfilling fantasy scenarios.

And that, for the moment, is all.

Crossposts: http://kaffyr.livejournal.com/270270.html

I Love This Woman.
No, really. She rocks. Courtesy of HuffPost, via BB.

Current Mood: amused
Current Location: living room
Current Music: Warehouse 13

I Love This Woman.
No, really. She rocks. Courtesy of HuffPost, via BB.

Current Mood: amused
Current Location: living room
Current Music: Warehouse 13

Oh, look - she's posting something that isn't about Doctor Who. About damned time.

I finally got back to work today, starting my return by walking into the newsroom with a shiny set of new Illinois license plates for my car. Which is now my car, following 1.5 days of remarkable adventure at the Secretary of State's office. (That is, for all intents and purposes, analogous to the DMV in most other corners of This Fair Land.) And no, I shall not tell you all about those 1.5 days of remarkable adventure because they were, in fact, not remarkable. Therefore, I shall not remark upon them.

Getting back to work was less difficult than it sometimes is, although less productive than I really wanted it to be. That was, possibly, because of the miserably hot and muggy weather with which Chicago was visited today. I love this city, I love nearly everything about it. The summer climate is not one of those things.

Having helped made real one of lj's more diabolical purposes - that of recording the most banal of my daily activities for worldwide consumption and thereby nurturing vast growing fields of stupid - I shall retreat to my bedroom, for a triumphant sleep. (Any sleep I get prior to 2 a.m. is vastly triumphant. Or triumphal.)

Current Mood: dorky
Current Location: dining room
Current Music: zip, zilch, nada

Current Mood: dorky
Current Location: dining room
Current Music: zip, zilch, nada

Attack of the 50-foot Protestant Work Ethic
When you think that you've done nothing of a weekend, then look at your to-do list and realize you have, in fact, done something -- well, what does that tell you about yourself?
Ah, unrealistic expectation, thy name is, uhm...me.

Current Mood: grumpy

Current Mood: grumpy

Alright!
I am royalty!
(thanks to

mack_the_spoon)

NerdTests.com says I'm a Nerd Queen. What are you? Click here!

Current Mood: amused
Current Location: livingroom table
Current Music: "The Gambler" No., Not that one, the opera

Alright!
I am royalty!
(thanks to

mack_the_spoon)

Current Mood: amused
Current Location: livingroom table
Current Music: "The Gambler" No., Not that one, the opera

Things I Learned Today

Do not, as an accidental animist, expect to say goodbye to your 1993 Mercury Tracer without feeling as if you have just told a beloved pet it was going to go to a nice farmer in the country.
Do not (make a note of this, now) pick up a AA battery, put it in your front jeans pocket with a car key, then sit down at your desk and expect nothing bad to happen. What actually will occur - ah, the wonder of battery-to-metal chemistry, a thing of which you have not, heretofore, been aware - is that you will shortly realize that the tender skin of your upper leg, just where it disappears into your torso, is burning. You will then jump up from your desk in a most undignified manner, whilst fishing about in said pocket, burning your fingers and cursing, then throwing both battery and car key onto your desk. Your leg will hurt ever so slightly for the rest of the afternoon, and your colleagues will laugh at you.
Do not attempt to figure out why your faux-pod (hereinafter known as Portable Disk Drive K) persists in telling the PC from which you wish to import music that it is write-protected, at least not without the wisdom of BB beside you. When BB is bed-ridden and recuperating from emergency tooth extraction surgery, be patient, and wait for the morrow.
Do not - do not - forge ahead with your reckless, unknowing voyage into computer country, and think that you can get rid of Portable Disk Drive K - no matter how convinced you are that this is a perfectly reasonable method of solving your problem - without potentially dire consequences. Previous admonishments involving the presence of BB still obtain.

Current Mood: exhausted
Current Location: in front of Rose, the junior computer
Current Music: Trigun in the livingroom

Things I Learned Today

Do not, as an accidental animist, expect to say goodbye to your 1993 Mercury Tracer without feeling as if you have just told a beloved pet it was going to go to a nice farmer in the country.
Do not (make a note of this, now) pick up a AA battery, put it in your front jeans pocket with a car key, then sit down at your desk and expect nothing bad to happen. What actually will occur - ah, the wonder of battery-to-metal chemistry, a thing of which you have not, heretofore, been aware - is that you will shortly realize that the tender skin of your upper leg, just where it disappears into your torso, is burning. You will then jump up from your desk in a most undignified manner, whilst fishing about in said pocket, burning your fingers and cursing, then throwing both battery and car key onto your desk. Your leg will hurt ever so slightly for the rest of the afternoon, and your colleagues will laugh at you.
Do not attempt to figure out why your faux-pod (hereinafter known as Portable Disk Drive K) persists in telling the PC from which you wish to import music that it is write-protected, at least not without the wisdom of BB beside you. When BB is bed-ridden and recuperating from emergency tooth extraction surgery, be patient, and wait for the morrow.
Do not - do not - forge ahead with your reckless, unknowing voyage into computer country, and think that you can get rid of Portable Disk Drive K - no matter how convinced you are that this is a perfectly reasonable method of solving your problem - without potentially dire consequences. Previous admonishments involving the presence of BB still obtain.

Current Mood: exhausted
Current Location: in front of Rose, the junior computer
Current Music: Trigun in the livingroom

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Dept. of I Can Quit Any Time I Want

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Dept. of Stupidity

Dept. of Not Quite What's Needed

Dept. of Stupidity, C'est Moi

Dept. of Watch Your Language

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