Rainy Sunday in the Rabbit Warren

I do love a rainy Sunday. It's 1:34PM here, and evidently I'm not working out today, because if I were, I'd have done it by now. I'm still in my jim-jams, with nothing to do but dick around on my computer, read, wait while the slow-cooker bubbles away on today's yummy soup, and listen to the rain fall. Later, I shall open a nice bottle of red wine.

I am living the dream.

While I've got you here, since you clearly have as little to do as I do, here's my finger, 8 weeks after the office window skirmish. A neighbor who used to do manicures for a living says I'll probably lose the nail eventually. I'm not sure. Wouldn't it have dropped off by now?




In the background are the front windows of my little library. On the left is the stereo thingy I talked about a few months ago, with a stack of books on top which I call my 'on deck circle.' It was down to three or four books, then I had a birthday and it was re-stocked. I'm good for another couple months' worth of reading material. I frigging LOVE that.

In the lower right-hand corner, that dark blur, is this rabbit. Yes, it's a lawn decoration, which spends its summers in the herb garden. But he has such a cheerful little face, and is so frigging cute, I bring him in for the winters, to sit in the corner of my library, to brighten my days. I lo'heem.

You guys didn't know I was such a drip, did you?

While I'm here, and I have time, why don't I just brighten all your worlds and show you the rest of my library.



This is my Sunday perch, a little loveseat we found on Craigslist for free, and covered with a cheap-ass slipcover, that actually turned out to be too big. I tuck it in and tighten it pretty frequently, but it still gets pretty messy. This is where I shall be in a few minutes, when I'm finished boring you with this post.

And I know what you're thinking now. You're thinking, this nutbag calls this room her library, but there's only a few books that I can see. What gives? Well, here then. There are many more books in the house than this, but I haven't been able to get my shit together to buy any larger bookcases (saving for hardwood floors is a priority) so there are many books upstairs in the guest bedroom, or stacked up next to the bed.

What the hell. In for a penny, in for a pound. Might as well just throw the whole room in here. Let my peeps into my world, as it were. Here's my desk. The computer is currently showing this unfinished blog post, still in composition. How's THAT for meta-blogging.

The picture over the desk is that awesome Albrecht Durer rabbit painting. I like rabbits, no shit.

Maturity

Almost a week has gone by since my home computer died.

It took the weekend to fix, and till last night to rebuild and reload all my operating systems and flashplayers and virus protection and stuff, and get e-mail back on-line. That's right, almost 7 full days of work, but it's back up and running, thanks to the patience of my friends at Dell, and McAfee, and Comcast, and various other on-line help services and what have you.

I'm posting today to let the world know this:

I only had ONE temper tantrum the entire time.

Let me repeat that for those who don't understand the full significance of this:

I only had ONE TEMPER TANTRUM over any part of this, from last Thursday to last night.

This was, at minimum, a 20 tantrum series of events for someone like me - no gene for patience, and no patience for tech-speak, convoluted instructions, too many steps, or trial and error processes.

Have I finally grown up?

I'm fucking Zen, me.

That is all.

Blogger's Home Computer Shits Bed. Blogger Devastated.

PAHHHHHHH! I'll be on the phone to India, probably all weekend, trying to get it sorted. If it can't be sorted, I'll be on SPOUSE'S laptop for essentials like e-mail and reading the news.

Don't like laptops, me. Don't like the mouse 'pad,' don't like the tiny, toy keyboard, don't like the tiny, tinny speakers. Better than nothing, I suppose. But it means I won't be wandering hither and yon in blogland, leaving my drunken comments all over the shop.

Some birthday, huh?

I'll live.

At least it's Friday.

Ewan. Whooof!

Curmudgeon

One of our esteemed faculty just called me a "Curmudgeon."

I win.

My tardis is broken.

It's the damnedest things that wake you up at 4 AM. Here's today's litany of sleep-depriving thoughts:

1. An awful essay I wrote in college almost 20 years ago, on Emerson's "The Oversoul." It STILL pisses me off. My professor couldn't make heads or tails of what I'd written, because I couldn't make heads or tails of the transcendentalists. Nonsense.

2. The brakes on my truck are wonky again - less than a year and a half after spending $800 on new ones. I grew up believing in the reliability and longevity of Ford trucks, but fucking hell. Okay, that's a safety issue, and a money issue. This is the kind of thing that adults worry about. It's perfectly legitimate to be awake at 4 in the morning thinking about that. So let's move on to...

3. WORK! More nonsense, of course. Blee.

4. One of my cats won't touch canned cat food, and only eats canned chicken, which is produced and marketed for people. Well, let's be honest - it's produced and marketed for old people. She eats fairly expensive dry food, so I know she's getting a complete diet, and it's probably better for her than canned cat food which contains fillers and by-products, so it's not really the fact that she eats this stuff that bugs me. It's the fact that this shit is even on the market. This is very disturbing. Bleugh.

5. Had an idea for a great blog post as I was drifting off. Now? Pffft.

6. This song and video clip from "Blackpool." David Tennant's little hip thing at about 30 seconds in - and the wagging finger. Stuck in my head for 3 days now. Help me.


Fuck it. Might as well work out.

What am I bid for my apple, the one that made Adam so wise...

Alan Rickman.

In a kilt.

Phhwwwwarrrrr.

Something for the ladies today. In the spirit of FMC and her gingerday, I thought I might start a Friday tradition* of my own and do a sexy kilted man.

Did I just say... do a sexy kilted man? That would certainly lift my spirits. Arfff, arfff, arfff... Ohhhh, sometimes I kill me.

How Alan would sneer at this blog post, at the very idea of himself, a serious actor, an intelligent and cultured human being, posted on some silly American woman's blog, as eye candy, objectified in such a demeaning way. How he would SNEER. Which would of course be even sexier. How's THAT for a feedback loop?

Oh dear.


*I'll probably lose interest in a few weeks, or run out of sexy kilted men photos to post, so we'll see how long this lasts. Oh well, at least there's Ewan MacGregor and David Tennant for the next couple of weeks. That's something.

Spring is coming - work that ass off.

Current favorite elliptical workout CD. Almost exactly 50 minutes long, some great pumping rhythms, slower bits ideally placed so as to coincide with higher resistance in machine's pre-set interval training workout. Faster bits happen with the lower resistance 'sprinting' intervals. One exception - "Tubthumping" is the first song, and would go better closer to the middle of the disk, when you start to flag and need the lift. Otherwise, perfect.