Today was a long day. Work was not great, after not enough sleep last night, and then I got rained on during my bike ride. So I watched this video again, and it made me happy. This woman is fantastic. You’ve probably already seen it, but you should watch it again.
It’s an overcast day, I didn’t sleep well last night, and now that the work day is over, I don’t want to do anything. I don’t want to ride my bike, I don’t want to go for a walk, I don’t want to go to the library. Well, I want to BE at the library and then BE home. I don’t want to go to and from.
None of this should be a problem. I can have a lazy slob day if I want one. EXCEPT. EXCEPT we have a late night tonight. The band has a gig tonight, we have to be at the place around 7, the show starts at 9, there are two opening acts, and The ELP doesn’t go on until ELEVEN (ish). But it’s our/their show, so we kinda have to be there from the start. So late night, plus early-ish start tomorrow (because we didn’t take the day off), and I DON’T WANNA!
I’ll get over it, probably as soon as we get there. But now, I’m comfy and lazy at home (and whiny) and going out sounds like so much work.
(I swear I will do a whole band post. I will. I will I will I will. Not now.)
Have I mentioned that I really like riding my bike places? One evening last week, we rode to the library, hung out for a bit, and then rode another couple of blocks to this really good pizza place. Will was in town, so he joined us, and we ate pizza outside and then rode home.
Remember the guy we saw last October, the one playing the recorder with a cat on a leash at his feet? He’s still around. And there’s a drum circle that meets across the street from the market every Saturday – John does not see the point of drum circles. Last weekend we found a game store that hosts game nights. The plan is to go, meet people, play games.
I like it here.
I love the Welcome to Night Vale podcast. I like the stories, I like the weirdness, and oh! We’re going to see one of their live shows next month in Portland! So I’m excited about that. But (there’s always a but) I have to admit I’m a little disappointed in the book. They wrote a book, a novel set in Night Vale, about two characters not in the podcast, but surrounded by the usual Night Vale….denizens. The story isn’t grabbing me, and I think the style (very much the style of the podcast) doesn’t really translate to the written word. Sometimes I can hear it being read to me by Cecil (the voice of the podcast), and that helps, but not always and not enough. Clearly, I should have gotten the audiobook instead, which IS narrated by Cecil.
I’ve been pretty quick to put down books I can’t get into lately, but I’m going to finish this one. I am. Because. Then I can go back to enjoying the podcast. I haven’t listened to it since I started the book. I’m treating it like a reward. I can listen when I finish the book!
I biked to Massage Envy this afternoon for my facial, and on my way home, I detoured down to the riverbank. My whole ride is along the riverbank, but I followed one of the wider paths to a quasi-beach.
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I like the funny little tree islands.
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It was a little before 3pm, and, like you’d expect in the middle of a Monday afternoon, no one was around.
COMPLETELY UNLIKE YESTERDAY.
Yesterday, I could barely see the river for the people. This past weekend was SO HOT, mid to upper 90s. Not as humid as the east coast, but still pretty damn hot for a state that doesn’t believe in air conditioning. The entire city of Eugene was on, in, or next to the river yesterday afternoon. We went shopping for a portable A/C, which now resides happily in our bedroom.
Today is hot, tomorrow will hot, and then the temperature for the next 10 days will be in the low 70s or 60s. I WELCOME THE COOL.
Yesterday, we got all caught up on our network shows, so last night, we finally started the last season of Mad Men. We’d forgotten what really good TV looks like.
I’d say more, but I just want to watch the next episode. Don’t hold me back!
Today, I fixed a website issue I hope you didn’t know was there. A few weeks back, I noticed that if you try to get here, to www.inanechatter.net, via any search engine, you don’t get here. By a wide margin. Instead, you end up on some Russian pr0n site. I hope this has never happened to any of you (I assume, if it had, that SOMEone would have said something to me) – oh, hold the phone.
(Searching my email.)
Well, crap. Someone DID say something to me (although not about the pr0n issue, which might be why it didn’t register) back in December. Hey, Tim and/or Beth – if you’re still out there, can you let me know if you’re still getting that message?
This redirect to pr0n thing didn’t happen to me all the time, and at first, I only noticed it on my phone, so I figured something was going on there, and I let it go. The other day, I figured out it only happened when using a search engine, and I got it to happen on two different computers, so I knew I’d have to actually do something about it.
Anyway, today was the day I finally decided to try to fix it. It only took three hours of searching Google and WordPress forums and trying to remember passwords to get into my GoDaddy hosting account and then changing database passwords and then bringing my whole site down because I didn’t put the new database password in a config file, so I had to ftp to my site’s files and fix it there –
I had to re-learn a ton of stuff about my website, and THEN I found two problems in two different files. Both are fixed, so the weird text (about viagra) should be gone while the page is loading AND the redirect from search engines appears to be gone, and I AM A WIZARD. I did this almost entirely BY MYSELF. (I got John’s help when I was deleting a couple of rows out of my .htaccess file because Google was no help and I didn’t want to delete something actually important.)
I DID IT.
Wizard.
Yup, that’s me.
When we were packing for this move, we packed up the wine glasses for storage and decided to use the four monogrammed glasses (whisky glasses? tumblers?) we got for our wedding. We never touched them, and making them our default wine glasses (stemless) seemed like a good way to actually use them. They made it through two moves just fine, three moves, using them all the time. We used them one night last week, washed them, put them away in the cabinet. They were fine, unblemished. Then, a couple of nights ago, I pulled a glass out and, well, LOOK.
That horizontal line just under the rim is NOT part of the design. That is a crack that goes almost all the way around. We have NO idea how it happened, but we’re very not happy about it. It’s just one of the four, but MAN. We really liked those glasses.
To avoid breaking the other three, I’ve been drinking wine out of normal glasses. Looks ridiculous, and it doesn’t taste as good, although that might just be in my head. And this weekend, we will run out and buy cheap wine glasses.
Our poor fancy glass.
If you asked me without context, I’d probably say I don’t usually like military SF, but I’m pretty sure that’s not true. Like, at all. I just can’t think of any examples except the books I’m reading right now. The Confederation series by Tanya Huff is great. (Dad, you’ll love it. The first book is Valor’s Choice.) I read the first two when Mel and I went to Mexico last February, and I picked up books 3, 4, and 5 from the library this past weekend. I finished 4 and started 5 today. Can’t get enough. The main character is a kickass NCO space marine. She’s awesome. There’s a book 6 – if the library doesn’t have it this weekend, I’ll have to buy it. I’m okay with that.
Did you know that when you fly through a cloud of gnats at 15 miles per hour, they feel like tiny pebbles hitting your face? Now you do. Good thing my mouth was closed. And I was wearing sunglasses. I always wear sunglasses when I ride my bike, sunny or not, getting dark or not. If I don’t, all that wind rushing into my face makes my contacts get all dry. Plus, bugs. I was riding my bike back from yoga one night several years ago, no sunglasses because it was getting dark, and a bug flew right into my eye. It was gross. And distracting. And gross.
What’s not gross? I just watched a video of a guy proposing to his girlfriend by handing her a puppy with the ring tied to its collar. SO CUTE. The puppy, not so much the proposal. I don’t care about that. Although, ACTUALLY…that’s kind of gross, too. Not gross in the same way as bugs in your eye, but it’s like cheating. “She CAN’T say no to me after I’ve given her the cutest puppy in the world!” Cue evil laugh.
I hope you said yes because you want to marry him and weren’t swayed at all by the cute puppy in your arms, lady in the video I watched with the sound off so I don’t know what really happened!