Greycleaner D: Small Victories
Apr. 21st, 2017 12:03 amSmall Victories
July 9th, 2009
Day off Tuesday: got, maybe, half my to-do list done, including calls to the Shadow Lady and the Man called Dad. Dad was in a tizzy because his landlords respond to a misplaced rent check by threatening eviction in five days. Probably not any more legal down there than it is here. Wish these drones wouldn't scare him with their nonsense.
Wednesday: worked 8-5, am so not a morning person, around 7pm shrugged off the sensation of being squashed into unconsciousness so I could scratch a few more things off Tuesday's to-do list. By the time I got back from the grocery store, I wasn't tired at all and wasted hours surfing wikipedia's entries on tv "horror hosts" from Vampira to Elvira, Count Floyd to Dr. Morgus, Ghoulardi to Marvin, the Near-Sighted Madman (Something indefinably cool about Marvin. Here we have Terry Bennett, a man who maintained he was far happier at his weekday morning gig as a children's show host, spending his Saturday nights in a black sweater and oversized glasses, trying to be as morbid as possible...and succeeding so well there's no entry for the actor or the children's show on wikipedia, you have to follow the citation links for those. Guess we know what kind of people update wikipedia. Drinking poison, showing bad movies, and constantly cutting off pieces of his wife (she regenerates while off-camera.)...and half a century later, fondly remembered. In this, there is some lesson about the allure of horror, the true meaning of Halloween... I've never quite gotten this right, the unity of primal responses: passion, fear, laughter. I want... )
Anyway, Thursday I check in with Dad (the Rent Crisis is averted. The left hand drone just hadn't gotten around to keeping his promise to give the check to the right hand drone who properly deals with it.) Then, I go out into the Outer Circle to find the Auto Parts place. It takes me three turn-arounds and an hour to go less than ten miles, but I finally own a replacement taillight (for the one that was broken in, y'know, winter). (Coming Tuesday, Hopper (my car) gets her big long-overdue fix-up of everything that's falling apart. ) Then I drop off the clothes and sleeping bags at Goodwill, find out they also take books, and ask if they have mens' shoes (not really) or summer-weight shirts. Directed to the corner of the store where Mens' wear is strategically contained, I find no Hawaiian shirts... but something better in the long run: one lightweight shirt with thick white and bluish-black horizontal stripes; one slate-grey pair of belt-less cotton pants; one black waist-length jacket. I'll reclaim the black hair color spray from my giveaway pile, and then I'll just need some pale makeup, maybe some red eyeshadow, and hair gel to make my hair more unmanageable than it already is. *michievous, slightly crazed smile* I'm nearly ready for Halloween. If only I were ready for August. Most of the to-do list done. (most)
July 9th, 2009
Day off Tuesday: got, maybe, half my to-do list done, including calls to the Shadow Lady and the Man called Dad. Dad was in a tizzy because his landlords respond to a misplaced rent check by threatening eviction in five days. Probably not any more legal down there than it is here. Wish these drones wouldn't scare him with their nonsense.
Wednesday: worked 8-5, am so not a morning person, around 7pm shrugged off the sensation of being squashed into unconsciousness so I could scratch a few more things off Tuesday's to-do list. By the time I got back from the grocery store, I wasn't tired at all and wasted hours surfing wikipedia's entries on tv "horror hosts" from Vampira to Elvira, Count Floyd to Dr. Morgus, Ghoulardi to Marvin, the Near-Sighted Madman (Something indefinably cool about Marvin. Here we have Terry Bennett, a man who maintained he was far happier at his weekday morning gig as a children's show host, spending his Saturday nights in a black sweater and oversized glasses, trying to be as morbid as possible...and succeeding so well there's no entry for the actor or the children's show on wikipedia, you have to follow the citation links for those. Guess we know what kind of people update wikipedia. Drinking poison, showing bad movies, and constantly cutting off pieces of his wife (she regenerates while off-camera.)...and half a century later, fondly remembered. In this, there is some lesson about the allure of horror, the true meaning of Halloween... I've never quite gotten this right, the unity of primal responses: passion, fear, laughter. I want... )
Anyway, Thursday I check in with Dad (the Rent Crisis is averted. The left hand drone just hadn't gotten around to keeping his promise to give the check to the right hand drone who properly deals with it.) Then, I go out into the Outer Circle to find the Auto Parts place. It takes me three turn-arounds and an hour to go less than ten miles, but I finally own a replacement taillight (for the one that was broken in, y'know, winter). (Coming Tuesday, Hopper (my car) gets her big long-overdue fix-up of everything that's falling apart. ) Then I drop off the clothes and sleeping bags at Goodwill, find out they also take books, and ask if they have mens' shoes (not really) or summer-weight shirts. Directed to the corner of the store where Mens' wear is strategically contained, I find no Hawaiian shirts... but something better in the long run: one lightweight shirt with thick white and bluish-black horizontal stripes; one slate-grey pair of belt-less cotton pants; one black waist-length jacket. I'll reclaim the black hair color spray from my giveaway pile, and then I'll just need some pale makeup, maybe some red eyeshadow, and hair gel to make my hair more unmanageable than it already is. *michievous, slightly crazed smile* I'm nearly ready for Halloween. If only I were ready for August. Most of the to-do list done. (most)