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verbicideThings started well. I went to the Ballard pool, got some goggles for Kim and a cap for Judy. Took 5 seconds. I even bought myself a spare pair.
Went to Target, they didn't have a large enough frame. Poo.
Decided to go to U-Frame-it to see how much it would cost to frame the following:
- the Rothko I bought 5 billion years ago that has sat patiently in my trunk
- the two Narnia posters (one for meee, one for Judeeee)
- the Terry Moore Comic-Con mini-poster
- the sketches of Katchoo and Francie that Terry Moore drew before my very eyes
Well, the Rothko cost $50. And yeah. I couldn't afford the $100 it would cost for the Narnia posters and I wasn't paying $30 to get the mini-poster framed. Damn unusual sized prints. Wah.
And so I did decide to do the Rothko, and managed to slice two fingers open. Brilliant of me, non? Owie. Thank god they had bandaids. The guy helping me was very nice and very laid back. (The woman was kinda bitchy, but happily I didn't have to deal with her.)
Realized I couldn't meet Robert for coffee because there was just too much going on. So we'll reschedule for a less-crazy time this week.
Yeah, fuck grocery shopping, and fuck cooking too. Meatloaf mixes best with hands, and with the blood and the bandaids, it's not such a good idea.
Went to Fred Meyer, exchanged my file cabinet. Bought some frames I thought would work for the Narnia, but nope. They're not big enough. I did measure, but thought that I could trim the plain part at the bottom that just said Comic-Con. But , nope. So will have to return those. Ugh.
Went to work. This is where it was supposed to take me an hour, maybe two. But took 5. I made all the changes that our Japanese rep had lined up, and was glad I went in, because this way she doesn't have to delay printing another day. But then she kept sending me presentations. And one of them wouldn't work. And I had to slam things together, because she finally told me the misnamed presentation in the folder was actually the one I needed. And gah. It was painful and last minute decisions without management approval. I called my poor boss at home (who is actually sick) and got some input. It just sucked. I hate the craziness of conference work because no one submits things until the 11th hour, and it doesn't matter how much prep work I do, because everything has to be changed anyway. ARGH.
(Also, I have to get up early and go to work early because the MP site is due tomorrow. Not that we've got everything. And I'm still waiting on a few pieces for it. Argh.)
I was freaking out, because I didn't want to be late feeding the kitties. I knew Jeff wouldn't mind, but I did. I wanted to get the fuck out of there already. Zoomed up to Jeff's and... Brutus was missing.
FREAK OUT!
It was 20 minutes of terror. Thank GOD, Brutus eventually deigned to bawl out in his very distinctive MAOWRRRRRR and I nearly died of happiness. It took some bribing with food, but he was okay. Thankgodthankgodthankgod. He must have fallen off the balcony (there's a cat door leading out to a deck), but he wasn't hurt. Buffy has a cow whenever Brutus leaves the house, so when I brought him back in, she hissed and growled and in general tried to make her tiny-self puff out. Unsuccessfully. And then there's the refusing to eat. Silly cat.
I hung out with them for a couple of hours, and then left to drop off the goggles/cap at Judy's. On the way home, Jeff called! And I have to say that even after all this time, I spazz out with glee to talk to him. So we babbled (because, you see, it's been like 2 whole days since we've talked!) about, well, everything. I'd pulled over to talk to him, because otherwise I squee and could crash into things. I drove home, I fed my irascible baby, and now I'm going to go hang the Rothko. Cause I can. It cost me $50 and a lot of blood. I'm not just leaving it sitting around now.
Went to Target, they didn't have a large enough frame. Poo.
Decided to go to U-Frame-it to see how much it would cost to frame the following:
- the Rothko I bought 5 billion years ago that has sat patiently in my trunk
- the two Narnia posters (one for meee, one for Judeeee)
- the Terry Moore Comic-Con mini-poster
- the sketches of Katchoo and Francie that Terry Moore drew before my very eyes
Well, the Rothko cost $50. And yeah. I couldn't afford the $100 it would cost for the Narnia posters and I wasn't paying $30 to get the mini-poster framed. Damn unusual sized prints. Wah.
And so I did decide to do the Rothko, and managed to slice two fingers open. Brilliant of me, non? Owie. Thank god they had bandaids. The guy helping me was very nice and very laid back. (The woman was kinda bitchy, but happily I didn't have to deal with her.)
Realized I couldn't meet Robert for coffee because there was just too much going on. So we'll reschedule for a less-crazy time this week.
Yeah, fuck grocery shopping, and fuck cooking too. Meatloaf mixes best with hands, and with the blood and the bandaids, it's not such a good idea.
Went to Fred Meyer, exchanged my file cabinet. Bought some frames I thought would work for the Narnia, but nope. They're not big enough. I did measure, but thought that I could trim the plain part at the bottom that just said Comic-Con. But , nope. So will have to return those. Ugh.
Went to work. This is where it was supposed to take me an hour, maybe two. But took 5. I made all the changes that our Japanese rep had lined up, and was glad I went in, because this way she doesn't have to delay printing another day. But then she kept sending me presentations. And one of them wouldn't work. And I had to slam things together, because she finally told me the misnamed presentation in the folder was actually the one I needed. And gah. It was painful and last minute decisions without management approval. I called my poor boss at home (who is actually sick) and got some input. It just sucked. I hate the craziness of conference work because no one submits things until the 11th hour, and it doesn't matter how much prep work I do, because everything has to be changed anyway. ARGH.
(Also, I have to get up early and go to work early because the MP site is due tomorrow. Not that we've got everything. And I'm still waiting on a few pieces for it. Argh.)
I was freaking out, because I didn't want to be late feeding the kitties. I knew Jeff wouldn't mind, but I did. I wanted to get the fuck out of there already. Zoomed up to Jeff's and... Brutus was missing.
FREAK OUT!
It was 20 minutes of terror. Thank GOD, Brutus eventually deigned to bawl out in his very distinctive MAOWRRRRRR and I nearly died of happiness. It took some bribing with food, but he was okay. Thankgodthankgodthankgod. He must have fallen off the balcony (there's a cat door leading out to a deck), but he wasn't hurt. Buffy has a cow whenever Brutus leaves the house, so when I brought him back in, she hissed and growled and in general tried to make her tiny-self puff out. Unsuccessfully. And then there's the refusing to eat. Silly cat.
I hung out with them for a couple of hours, and then left to drop off the goggles/cap at Judy's. On the way home, Jeff called! And I have to say that even after all this time, I spazz out with glee to talk to him. So we babbled (because, you see, it's been like 2 whole days since we've talked!) about, well, everything. I'd pulled over to talk to him, because otherwise I squee and could crash into things. I drove home, I fed my irascible baby, and now I'm going to go hang the Rothko. Cause I can. It cost me $50 and a lot of blood. I'm not just leaving it sitting around now.
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Date: 2005-07-25 05:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-25 06:11 am (UTC)But happy surfing and I hope you find some cool people to add!
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Date: 2005-07-25 07:07 am (UTC)And I'm glad to hear you found Brutus. I lost a niece once for a few minutes, and that sure was an unpleasant experience.
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Date: 2005-07-25 03:33 pm (UTC)And yeah, losing pets and small children = not fun.
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Date: 2005-07-25 03:35 pm (UTC)This one is my favorite, I think!
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Date: 2005-07-25 04:33 pm (UTC)