Those bastards

Preying on the weak-voiced

The box says there are 18 lozenges

And there are only 9

I can't talk without wanting to die, but I can still count

Sons of bitches owe me another box of lozenges!!



ETA: I think I figured out what ETA means! Holy shit these things are not kidding about being an anesthetic. It's been about 30 seconds and I have lost all feeling in my mouth.

ETA: Well, finished the lozenge. I can definitely swallow without pain, but I keep feeling like there is something in the back of my mouth whenever I do. The last time my mouth was this numb the "something" was actually my tongue, so I suspect this might be, like, my uvula.

Lately I've been feeling kind of invisible. It's kind of a collection of incidences, but it's a pretty crappy feeling. When I offer intellectual contributions to a conversation taking place around me only to be totally, utterly ignored, that's lame. When I ask if people are interested in doing something and no one even tries, they just go on helping themselves and one another, that's lame. When someone else asks to do something and I'm excited about it and volunteer, and then 3-4 days pass in which they don't even acknowledge me, that's fucking lame.

The last one is the latest sting. It sucks to be more invested than other people in something you're excited about.

Bleh, whiny post is whiny. At least I have good conversations! :D

...so today I had a weird dream. I no longer remember what the situation was, but somehow my sister, my father, and I were... in Duskwood. (Anyone who knows World of Warcraft now knows that this is not a good dream to be having.)

We stumbled onto this large manor, and someone who can't possibly be either of my relatives because they don't play WoW starts saying that she doesn't remember this manor being in Duskwood before. There are some people around the house -- maids and servants -- some of them clearly long dead, but still standing, hovering, waiting. We don't find anything useful, and then one of the maids in the kitchen starts screaming and screaming and doesn't stop, and we all run. The servants all shiver and vanish as we make it to the road.

Then we're running down the road and encounter Stitches. I'm trying to figure out what level he is, because I think that we can kill him, but everyone else thinks we should just run. But we were close enough that he noticed us. Fortunately some draenei guy comes by and kills him before he can chase us and hack us to pieces, and everyone on the road claps. But then it starts pouring, and there's a lot of lightning, so we veer north off the road to try and find shelter, and there's an abandoned shack there. Inside it looks, startlingly, like a modern room, and nothing that would have come out of Duskwood.

I realize that it's my cousin's room.

We recognize shoes, clothes, DVDs that belong to her and her family, even though everything is dark. I start going through every drawer and hiding place in the room, trying to find some clue of what happened to them. And meanwhile it's pouring and thundering and there's this cat on the dresser watching us. (I'm actually stockpiling my cousin's clothes to bring with me when we leave, because some of them are really nice, and she probably doesn't need them anymore.) The stereo and stuff still work, even though they should be long cut off from Darkshire's electricity that it doesn't have and it doesn't seem like anything chased them out or killed them there...

Then I get a call on my cell phone, someone desperately asking me how to get to us, because this place is full of zombies and wolves and monstrous abominations. I can barely hear them over the storm and I don't know who it was, but I told them to meet us at Darkshire, to follow the road east, use a map at www.wowhead.com...

Then there was an immense crack of lightning that came down right on the old house, and it shook, and then fell apart right on top of us.

So we started running again, heading for Darkshire... And I woke up.

Enough of that damn emo on my LJ. *kicks it*

I would do this meme I just saw which was like, "Name a fandom and I will name an unpopular opinion I have about it," but I do that all the time anyway. (Hey, y'all, I don't care what anyone says: Will Turner is a jackass.)

Instead, I ask intelligent questions. Has anyone else consolidated student loans and has some tales of woe and/or recommendations for me? I need to because my payments are coming up in, uhh, August.

Somewhere in the midst of wanting to shoot myself in the head because of all the mail problems I've been having due to my unutterable folly in wanting to get my shopping done early this season, I realized that I had inadvertently set up my own undoing -- a Bermuda Triangle of shipping addresses, if you will.

The following are things that were sent to my NY address:

1) $80 in gift certificates to Applebee's (which, I am informed, were shipped by carrier " " and have tracking number "#")
2) $50 in CDs from Amazon.com
3) 2 vintage DVD collections of Abbott and Costello movies
4) $600 security deposit returned to me by my former landlord
5) DVDs bought for Li-san and I by wy1d because he's a sweet kitty

All of those things have been sucked into the mail system. All of them, as far as I know, are still in transit. All but one are unaccounted for.

The following are things that I sent to other people that have gone awry:

6) 2 office keys to my former employers
7) 2 house keys to the girls in Boston

Somehow only the bathroom key wound up in the envelope... Which means the office key is missing, which means unless the girls got it by accident, my office will have to have all their locks changed. But for some reason, the girls are mysteriously uncommunicative and I haven't heard from them in over ten days.

Of course, it doesn't matter, because I just realized that a week ago or so, I put in my new forwarding address for both of my current addresses -- I had to, in order to fix up the messy forward.

Which means that even if the girls were there to receive items 1, 2, 3, and 4, those things would be kept from them by the post office, which would instead forward them to Boulder. Meaning that the earliest I could POSSIBLY get my Christmas gifts for my mother, my father, my grandparents, and my aunt and uncle, would be January 10th -- never mind how I will then have to personally ship them all back.

(P.S.: phinnia, do Canadians not use the same time system we Americans do? Because I'd swear that packages shouldn't be sitting in a post office immobile for five days. According to the tracking. Does "expedited" mean something different there?)

(P.P.S: Sorry. A little bitter.)

(P.P.P.S.: Items that have escaped the curse:
8) Card from aranasuteshi ♥
9) XXXholic vol 8 from v_voltaire ♥♥)

...CNN says that Rumsfeld is stepping down!!

Why is it that when you're standing at a bus stop, the smokers are always standing upwind of you?

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Bill Maher's show is recorded and posted online as a podcast. I don't agree with everything he says, but his show is still fantastic. ("We can pretend that the biggest threat to our children is some creep on the internet; or we can admit it's us. Because when your son can't find France on a map, or touch his toes with his hands, or understand that the ads on TV are lying... then the person fucking him is YOU.")

And it helps give you new insights. Today I learned that Ben Affleck occasionally has intelligent things to say!

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So I'm moving to Boulder. ♥ libekory and I are making all these excited plans about how we'll do things that I expect we'll forget the moment we move in together.

Among those, we're trying so hard to be good because our country is terrifying us. We're using Buy Blue to try and give our money to people who give THEIR money to Democrats. Upon researching, however, we discovered easier said than done. For instance, breakfast. Cereal is simply not blue. Kellogg's and Post and General Mills all donate pretty substantially Republican. Li-san even suggested diet shakes for breakfast, like Ensure, but on researching that it TOO belongs to something which donates heavily red.

Well, my conclusion was that we'll make the best of the companies that donate reasonably equally (Kellogg's is 56% GOP/44% Dem in donations) and buy blue where we can (buy Gateway, not Dell!).

It's not possible to live blue when the big corporations all want their big corporate tax cuts. :P

My CNN newskitty reports that a small airplane or maybe a helicopter or something, no one knows, just crashed into a highrise in Manhattan like a half-hour ago.

I want someone to tell me this wasn't terrorists, it was just human stupidity. I'm kind of really freaking out about this. I have-- I have this thing about 9/11. And New York. And buildings.

Does anyone know anything about Washington Mutual, aka WaMu?

Does anyone know anything about banks they would / wouldn't recommend? I'd really appreciate the advice. Carrying around $5000 in checks all the time isn't helping me budget.

Tagged by renachan42 and, eh, why not? :D I'M ONLY AT WORK. I wrote way too much for all of this.

( Twenty things about Kay. )

I didn't time this meme and I'm not tagging anyone. ♥