8-Track Mind

Well, in 11 days it is, anyway. Back in the old days, when I lived at the folks' place with the big backyard and everything, I used to have these great birthday parties where I'd invite a ton of people and we'd all go crazy-nuts for an evening. I swore that once I had a place of my own I'd revive the event, and now that I do, I'ma gonna havea party!

When: Saturday, August 6, 3:00pm until I kick y'all out.
Where: Our house!
Who: You a friend of mine? Then you are invited! Basically anyone who knows where the house is, or knows me well enough to know how to contact me and ask for the address, most likely you're a friend.
What: BYOEverything. Hey, Lisa's on strike, so we can provide the BBQ and the party space, but that's about it. Food for the BBQ, whatever you like to drink, haul it on in.

I know it's short notice and all (We decided on a date a couple weeks back, and my only job was to actually tell folks. Hope you all can make it!

Posted by Shuffledog to The Domicile at 11:17 AM
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The car needs a new radiator. $410, plus tax.

Sigh. Well we're walking for the next couple weeks. Stupid car. Stupid strike.

Posted by Shuffledog to Me, Myself, And Stuff at 03:30 PM
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Excuse me while I editorialize.

Posted by Shuffledog to What I Saw Entries at 02:59 PM
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'For Lack Of A Better Name'.

Posted by Shuffledog to Seen By My Eyes at 10:40 AM
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For Lisa, who wonders how they might be able to make Mr. Darcy likeable.

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The nice thing about trailers for movies like Deuce Bigalow: European Gigolo is that they help ensure that I will never, ever watch a Rob Schneider movie again.

Posted by Shuffledog to Fan Raving at 09:49 AM
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Ruth? Ruth, you out there?

Okay, for future reference, when we've managed to back the yacht away from the pier, trapping all the zombie monkeys on board, and the undead trees are starting to melt their way through the windows to come get us, do not stop to sew a new Renaissance Faire outfit in the hold.

This is important.

Posted by Shuffledog to Me, Myself, And Stuff at 10:39 AM
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So when you view the full, uncut trailer for The 40 Year Old Virgin, be sure to do it at work with the volume cranked up.

Yeah. That's right.

Posted by Shuffledog to Fan Raving at 09:41 AM
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What do you mean I didn't post anything yesterday?

Um.

Nuts. So damn busy, I clean forgot about it.

Posted by Shuffledog to What I Saw Entries at 11:28 AM
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be sure and go watch the trailer for Undiscovered. Then you won't have to pay to see it in theatres as it shows the entire story.

Posted by Shuffledog to Fan Raving at 09:49 AM
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Scroll down for the Serenity International Trailer with even more visual goodies than the previous one.

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The good news is that the logjam preventing my work project from getting anywhere just burst.

The bad news is the car engine started steaming angrily on Lisa's way home from work today and I have no clue how we can afford to fix it.

Sigh.

Posted by Shuffledog to Me, Myself, And Stuff at 02:24 PM
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'Star Trek' star James Doohan dies.

Posted by Shuffledog to Seen By My Eyes at 11:14 AM
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I still keep thinking it's my fault. I mean I know he's all aggressive when you feed him in the morning, but Lisa says he knows better so it's all him, but still...

Normally when I tip the dish of Pippin's morning fruit and veg into his snack dish, I take him out of the cage and then stick him back in after. But he does this cute thing with Lisa sometimes where he'll stick his head into the dish she's holding and help scoop the food into his own dish. It's so cute and he's almost done it with me a couple times.

More often, though, he'll leap across the cage and bite at the hand that's feeding him. I've received a few solid bites over the last couple years, but this was something else.

He managed to pierce my finger deep in two different spots, much like he does when he's opening a grape. The pain was huge and I dropped the dish, shook him off my finger and howled in pain.

There was blood.

Lisa checked and made sure I hadn't killed him or smashed the dish into a million bird-cutting pieces before coming to see how bad the damage was. The worst it's ever been has been bruising.

I ran it under the tap and Lisa put Polysporin on in and wrapped a band-aid on it and kissed it twice and it still hurt.

I went back to the cage and he came immediately over to me, looking all frightened and apologetic and stuff. I got 'back on the horse' and took him out to cuddle, knowing that if I didn't, the horror writer in me would fill my subconscious with crap about him 'having a taste for my blood now' like the crocodile and Captain Hook.

But no. He was his normal sweet self. I don't know what it is about feeding him his breakfast that makes him so crazy.

My finger hurts. Any spelling mistakes today are entirely because of that.

Posted by Shuffledog to Me, Myself, And Stuff at 11:08 AM
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Why has the webpage I used to propose to Lisa been copied to a Chinese weblog including the picture? The hell?

Posted by Shuffledog to Meta Discussion at 04:31 PM
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Okau, so we own three fans, that we've had for over a year each.

One is a floor fan, the standard tall-pole-with-fan-on-top thing. It's currently in the possession of Touque and his lovely wife, who are using it to dry up the last vestiges of their flooded basement.

The second is a window-fan, a double bladed deal that you stick into your window to get some inwards (or outwards) draft. We've had it for a couple years. It was only working sort of. It wouldn't work until it had been on for a few minutes then slowly it would creak to life. In the last week it had started making an odd squeeking noise and two nights ago it finally just stopped.

The third is an air-recirculating fan, a nice floor-level guy that really gets the air moving. When the window fan died, we propped the recirculating fan in front of our bedroom window -- in the top level of our house it seems to get awfully hot and I can't sleep when it's really hot.

Last night it started making an odd noise and while I was fussing with it in the dark, I noticed that it made visibly bright sparks when the settings were changed and even sparked once when I wasn't touching it. Gee, sounds like a fire hazard to me, so we shut it off. Thankfully it was cool enough to live through.

So now we have no fans until Touque is done with it (and I don't want it back until you are, Touque! You guys have it worse than us right now). Every window in the house is covered and the furnace fan is blowing, so I hope it'll be cool enough to live tonight.

Yuck.

Posted by Shuffledog to The Domicile at 02:57 PM
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I think "feel the fury of my fanboy frenzy" is one of the best bits of alliteration I've ever written.

My post detailing some of the highlights of Westercon 58 is up. Go! Enjoy!

Posted by Shuffledog to What I Saw Entries at 04:21 PM
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No post this week. I overextended myself at Westercon last weekend and ended up with a awful cold. I'll report on the con next week. For now, Lisa has a short rundown of the event.

Posted by Shuffledog to What I Saw Entries at 09:35 AM
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Not sure what exactly this is supposed to mean. It just looks painful to me.

Posted by Shuffledog to Seen By My Eyes at 09:34 AM
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