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choco_frosh) wrote2014-09-22 10:55 am
choco_frosh) wrote2014-09-22 10:55 am
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Lessee...
- My home internet, on third thought, IS on the fritz. At first I thought it was a one-time glitch; then I assumed my antivirus was doing an electronic autoimmune response (and deleted it, and reinstalled Firefox); but last night I found out the Mitbewohner has ALSO been having problems. So it looks like Comcast is to blame. Bagbiting bloody oligopolistic internet companies.
- So I am writing this from a coffee shop. I am spending far too much time (and cash) here. I'm turning into a %#$(&*) regular.
Sadly, CBD is both closer and (ironically) has an atmosphere far more conducive to getting job applications done than either the job center or the library.
- I spent a pleasant Saturday hanging out with Squigamunk & Partner. We hiked Morse Mountain, first introduced to me by Ben Birney on a (mostly) Guys Weekend the fall before Peter was born. Almost exactly seven years ago, yikes.
I'd attempted to take them there on a previous occasion, but that time the park had been at capacity; this time, it was September, so fewer people about. Squig. and I slightly alarmed her partner by swarming up the first enormous rock we met; he photographed her scrambling (as frequently) into not-exactly-allowed areas, in this case formerly guarded by barbed wire.†
We went to the beach. (They hadn't initially realized that the beach was ON the mountain hike. Well, ok, it isn't exactly intuitive.) This time, there weren't any fighter jets giving us a show overhead; instead, we had a couple of guys doing...whatever you call it when you're parasailing on surfboards, and occasionally doing multi-second-long jump flips in the air, in between somehow managing to tack upwind. Which is actually much more impressive. Other than that: blowing sand, floating seashells, failing to find any (live) arthropods for SqM. to annoy, huge driftwood structures that SqM joked about setting fire too ("What do you mean, no fires?!?), waiting for the tide to go out so we could walk out to what at high tide had been a barnacle-covered island.
We DIDN'T, in the end, walk around Spirit Pond (which I'd confused with the site where the coin of Olaf Kyrre had been found*), owing to the fact that, well, there isn't so much a trail. Or even the possibility of one, given the swamps. We headed back to their place, to repeat our previous epic pattern of tasty food followed by extensive Rock Band, this time with the addition of their finally getting me to watch Pirates of the Caribbean.
Good times.
I have keytar-inflicted carpal tunnel, and I can still sing "Time of Your Life" better than the original singer.**
- Yesterday: I sort of felt like I should have been in New York but...well...I went to DC two years ago, climate marches aren't actually that interesting, also I'm broke. Also I wanted to hang out with Squigamunk. (And make sure I didn't leave the choir tenor-less for the Hallelujah Amen, though strictly we're into rationalization now.)
...Actually, that and dealing with internet issues, and playing too much Civ.III, about covers yesterday.
- Today: a couple more job applications. Temp.Agency#1 still doesn't know what happened to a phone banking job I was supposed to have heard about; on the other hand, their NH office is advertizing for a copyediting position, and they actually sounded optimistic about my resume. So we'll keep our fingers crossed on that one, as well.
And now it's suddenly lunchtime. Time to head home with the remains of my coffee, eat something with actual nutrition...and figure out what else I can apply for. groan.
* Look, it's TWO probable Norse hoaxes in the same state. YOU keep track of them.
** Mostly 'cause he sounds like he's been gargling gravel.
Also, that song? Seems to have been written specifically to make it sound like your guitarist is flubbing the beginning when you do it in RB.
† (Update)Photo here
- My home internet, on third thought, IS on the fritz. At first I thought it was a one-time glitch; then I assumed my antivirus was doing an electronic autoimmune response (and deleted it, and reinstalled Firefox); but last night I found out the Mitbewohner has ALSO been having problems. So it looks like Comcast is to blame. Bagbiting bloody oligopolistic internet companies.
- So I am writing this from a coffee shop. I am spending far too much time (and cash) here. I'm turning into a %#$(&*) regular.
Sadly, CBD is both closer and (ironically) has an atmosphere far more conducive to getting job applications done than either the job center or the library.
- I spent a pleasant Saturday hanging out with Squigamunk & Partner. We hiked Morse Mountain, first introduced to me by Ben Birney on a (mostly) Guys Weekend the fall before Peter was born. Almost exactly seven years ago, yikes.
I'd attempted to take them there on a previous occasion, but that time the park had been at capacity; this time, it was September, so fewer people about. Squig. and I slightly alarmed her partner by swarming up the first enormous rock we met; he photographed her scrambling (as frequently) into not-exactly-allowed areas, in this case formerly guarded by barbed wire.†
We went to the beach. (They hadn't initially realized that the beach was ON the mountain hike. Well, ok, it isn't exactly intuitive.) This time, there weren't any fighter jets giving us a show overhead; instead, we had a couple of guys doing...whatever you call it when you're parasailing on surfboards, and occasionally doing multi-second-long jump flips in the air, in between somehow managing to tack upwind. Which is actually much more impressive. Other than that: blowing sand, floating seashells, failing to find any (live) arthropods for SqM. to annoy, huge driftwood structures that SqM joked about setting fire too ("What do you mean, no fires?!?), waiting for the tide to go out so we could walk out to what at high tide had been a barnacle-covered island.
We DIDN'T, in the end, walk around Spirit Pond (which I'd confused with the site where the coin of Olaf Kyrre had been found*), owing to the fact that, well, there isn't so much a trail. Or even the possibility of one, given the swamps. We headed back to their place, to repeat our previous epic pattern of tasty food followed by extensive Rock Band, this time with the addition of their finally getting me to watch Pirates of the Caribbean.
Good times.
I have keytar-inflicted carpal tunnel, and I can still sing "Time of Your Life" better than the original singer.**
- Yesterday: I sort of felt like I should have been in New York but...well...I went to DC two years ago, climate marches aren't actually that interesting, also I'm broke. Also I wanted to hang out with Squigamunk. (And make sure I didn't leave the choir tenor-less for the Hallelujah Amen, though strictly we're into rationalization now.)
...Actually, that and dealing with internet issues, and playing too much Civ.III, about covers yesterday.
- Today: a couple more job applications. Temp.Agency#1 still doesn't know what happened to a phone banking job I was supposed to have heard about; on the other hand, their NH office is advertizing for a copyediting position, and they actually sounded optimistic about my resume. So we'll keep our fingers crossed on that one, as well.
And now it's suddenly lunchtime. Time to head home with the remains of my coffee, eat something with actual nutrition...and figure out what else I can apply for. groan.
* Look, it's TWO probable Norse hoaxes in the same state. YOU keep track of them.
** Mostly 'cause he sounds like he's been gargling gravel.
Also, that song? Seems to have been written specifically to make it sound like your guitarist is flubbing the beginning when you do it in RB.
† (Update)Photo here
