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What's Got My Goat There are some things upsetting or annoying me right now. Let's discuss them completely out of order of importance. 1. Journals in blog format. Why do I need to click nineteen times to get to the entry? Why do some people do such a great job of customizing Moveable Type to make their journal look and feel like a journal rather than a blog, and some people just give up and move to the blog format? I hate the blog format. If I wanted to read blogs, I would read blogs. Everyone writes shorter entries once they move to MT, too. When they update, that is. Hello? Anyone out there updating? (Hello? Pot, kettle.) 2. My grandfather was admitted to the hospital earlier this week. He comes home today, but his heart is only functioning at 50% of its capacity and that's that, there's nothing they can do. He's taking blood thinners to make it pump more efficiently. He can't fall because it could cause bleeding that could kill him. He's arthritic and nearly blind. I am not ready for him to be this old. 3. The majority (and please note that I say the majority, which certainly does not mean everyone) of people in my life just don't get that graduation (next Friday) is important. Hello? Next to the day I married Greg, it's the most important day of my life. It took me thirteen years to get this degree. I'm getting it summa cum laude. The majority of the people in my life treat this as a "oh, that's nice" type of event. Hello? Not looking for a brass band here, but some heartfelt congratulations and I'm proud of yous would go a long, long way with me. 4. It's May. I'm still wearing flannel pajamas. Yoohoo! Spring! Please don't let Summer skip you again. 5. My daffodils did their annual "we're here! we're blooming! we're...dead!" routine in about three days, and now they have all turned Percy Shelley on me and fallen upon the thorns of life. Nothing like a bed full of dead and dying flowers to really cheer you up on your way down the walk. 6. My vacation is still a week away. Why isn't it here nooooooooow? If I have to sit at this desk doing this stupid admin work for another four days I may just render myself unconscious. Oh wait! My job does that for me! 7. My journal email inbox decided it wanted to change all its settings. All by itself, apparently. Not only did it change the way my trash was sorted but it changed all my filters. What does this mean? Well, among other things, it means that at least fifteen happy birthday greetings got sorted into a "sent mail" folder. I'll be replying to those pronto. Sorry if I didn't respond to your greetings! Stupid email inbox. 8. If you post on an internet message board, for the love of God don't use a picture of yourself in a bikini as your avatar picture. Just. Don't. 9. When attending a science-fiction convention, don't stalk the actors. Just don't. They're human beings, not gods. And while we're at it? Don't take the glass they drank out of, the napkin they wiped their lips on, the straw they sipped out of, or the toilet paper with which they wiped their rear. They don't think it's cute when you ask for these things (or for kisses, for that matter - would you like it if strangers wanted to kiss you?) and frankly, it creeps them (and the normal fans) the fuck out. Wait in line, get your autograph, buy their book, take a picture, ask a question at the Q&A, and then go the hell away. They aren't waving at you as you stalk them because you're cute - they're hoping that acknowledging you makes you go away and stop creeping them out. Seriously. (And the glass/napkin/straw/toilet paper thing? Gross. No, really. No, really.) 10. The lollipop I'm currently eating is not chocolate cake. 11. I am tired a lot. I realized today that it might be extreme dehydration (among other things) because Accutane is sucking the moisture out of my body. I drank water like a madman today. I have been to the bathroom five times. (Anyone want my toilet paper?) 12. The series finale of Buffy and season finale of 24 will air while we're in Ireland. The finale we were home to see - that of Angel - pretty much sucked. Perhaps that will be the last we ever see of Connor, but I couldn't be that lucky. I mean, if I were, Kennedy (on Buffy) would be long dead by now and Kim Bauer would have gone to her aunt's house ten episodes ago. Don't even get me started on Alias. Vaughn? Married? Huh? There are some good things going on, though, so I'll tack them on here. Toronto Trek signed Anthony Stewart Head! WOO! (Please don't write to me about SARS in Toronto. Thank you, media, for blowing it way out of proportion.) And I do, after all, graduate next Friday. And go to Ireland. And my grandfather gets to come home today, for better or for worse. And my unemployed brother may start temping at my job on Monday. And I have TimTams at home. All is not doom and gloom. Not quite. |
