Silver Rain Fell

(no idea why I use that as a title...is a techno-ish song I found a bit of once on Limewire/Gnutella, still haven't found more than the fragment) (Though was thunderstormy when I woke up, and we might get more later, so perhaps that's why it's on my mind.)

Acquired the Aqua Teen Hunger Force v.2, Sealab 2021 v.1, and Azumanga Daioh v.3 DVDs, yay. (And Azu3 has the next cloisonne pin in it, too). So naturally the order of the day was to fall asleep watching ATHF. Well, so it wasn't an order, but that's what happened. Eh heh. Yep.

Display committee meeting and lunch this am, the training session and meeting with Kelly this afternoon...gah, time away from my cubicle and computer. And iPod. *clings* D: Dinner out with Dad and Dave (and James natch) this evening--hope Dad's feeling a little stronger. He should be, after more days of rest and being on regular food.

Saa...not much else. Don't really have the time to babble, I suppose, anyway. Bummer-ness.

Though I will note the fanfic I've been seeing lately is pretty blah (and my snooping around at adultfanfiction.net so doesn't help that--gads, all the plotless, bland cookie cutter lemons a person could want. Or not. *winces*). So maybe it's ok that I don't have much of a chance to troll for it today...

More senseless & random haiku-age

Chill

Autumn holds its breath--
I crunch through leaves to break the
silence between us.

Memo(s)

Dear work:
D: D:D: You've sputtered my cheerful and made me stressy. You suck.
--me (*hates*)


Dear me:
Annoying git.
--me (*annoyed*)


Dear French (i.e.language):
WTF? That volume numeration makes no sense. Why does 50 or 59 or 60 or 69 look normal, but 70 look like 60+11? And what I guess to be 75 like 60+15? My one quarter of you back in seventh grade is not sufficient for you to be giving me such bindery problems. D:
--me (*perplexed*)


Dear Babelfish and Google translation thingy:
You're of no help. Bah.
--me (*frustrated*)


Dear stuff on my desk:
Go away. Quit multiplying. New books are slow, why is there so much of you?
--me (*flaily*)


Dear me (again):
No, no hugs for j00. No leanings either. Deal.
--me (*whiny*)