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Josh made some wretched pun.

J: Feel free to hate me.
x: You're like the automatic bill-pay of hate.
xtina: (Default)
Three random things time!

--

I found the Guinness World Records YouTube channel.  Some are decent; a lot are stupid.  I, naturally, played them for like 5 hours today, while Josh grumbled about the lowered standards of today's Guinness World Records something standards something.

X: *after 15 similar videos*  Crushing eggs with toes in one minute!
J: razzafrackin gargabarga nchlbnchl gnrrrr
X: Oh oh, how about number of [ballet twirls] someone can do in 30 seconds!  Boys versus girls!
Video: *dumb fuckin' stereotypical gotdam jokes, yarr*
J: SO DUMB AAAA
X: Here's one, on drinking Tabasco sauce in one minute!  Sez here this is the first time this has ever been done!
J: THAT'S BECAUSE IT'S STUPID
X: Oh wait, here's one: something about making the longest BMX jump.
J: ...that sounds not bad.
X: "(male)".
J: *the heaviest of sighs*
X: *cracks up*
J: It's machinery!!

Later:

J: *swears a lot*
X: Josh, I have never loved you so hard.
J: I hate you.
X: *cracks up*
J: With fire!
X: *can't breathe; laughing*
J: *flails*

--

The physical reasons I tend to dislike food and eating it:

1: I have a blandish and narrow sort of palate.  This makes it hard for me to really care about my food.

2: I find eating to be interruptive.  I'm hip-deep in this concept that has branched out 15 ways!  If I leave now, it'll collapse into nonsense!  Like if you're trying to pick up a stitch you dropped 15 rows ago in some lace knitting you're doing.  Except it's lunchtime, so just throw it in the corner, quite literally; I'm sure you'll be able to figure out what you were doing a minute ago!

I need some sort of electroshock "don't rewrite the system you're using while you're using it for time-sensitive stuff" feedback thing in my chair.

3: Sometimes, a weird confluence of food makes me throw up.  Like today!  Lunch was pesto and olive oil and bread, with some wine+water.  (I wanted some wine with lunch, but it was only 14:00, and I was hot besides.)  Snacks during the videoing was Tostitos.  A rogue creature in my belly flipped the "EVACUATE" switch on a dare, and yup, time to throw up.  Under-pleasant!

4: I'm lactose intolerant, and it has never quite figured out how to react to this cutting slight.  Sometimes, I'm perfectly fine.  Other times, there's abrupt TMI.  Who can say!

5: Did I mention the periodic acid reflux thing?  Where some months are mostly fine, and others feel like I am, in fact, one steel will away from throwing up?  Pro-tip: reflux-triggered emesis is just never anything like a win.

This all translates into me not really doing much with food.  At all ever.  When I can't eat things that most would call "not that harsh" and get sick to my stomach, and have that not feel like an uncommon thing for me, that's about when I stop caring about this whole "experimentation" bullus shittus.

Although that is the sad, because I really like pesto and bread and olive oil.

One day, I will discover the perfect food routine, and I will enfold it lovingly into my DNA.  It'll make it hard to travel, and I'll have to get up at the same time every day including weekends, and finding places to live may become oddly restricted, but PERFECT FOOD ROUTINE.

...I abruptly have a new goal.  And here I just wanted to go on about throwing up and how it sucks!

--

Please do not give me eating or cooking or food advice, unless either you know me well or you are in the advanced class of giving advice to a $topic-resistant subject who was ranting in the first place.  (I mean, it can be done, it's just not a novice-level thing.)

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Three random things time!

--

I found the Guinness World Records YouTube channel.  Some are decent; a lot are stupid.  I, naturally, played them for like 5 hours today, while Josh grumbled about the lowered standards of today's Guinness World Records something standards something.

X: *after 15 similar videos*  Crushing eggs with toes in one minute!
J: razzafrackin gargabarga nchlbnchl gnrrrr
X: Oh oh, how about number of [ballet twirls] someone can do in 30 seconds!  Boys versus girls!
Video: *dumb fuckin' stereotypical gotdam jokes, yarr*
J: SO DUMB AAAA
X: Here's one, on drinking Tabasco sauce in one minute!  Sez here this is the first time this has ever been done!
J: THAT'S BECAUSE IT'S STUPID
X: Oh wait, here's one: something about making the longest BMX jump.
J: ...that sounds not bad.
X: "(male)".
J: *the heaviest of sighs*
X: *cracks up*
J: It's machinery!!

Later:

J: *swears a lot*
X: Josh, I have never loved you so hard.
J: I hate you.
X: *cracks up*
J: With fire!
X: *can't breathe; laughing*
J: *flails*

--

The physical reasons I tend to dislike food and eating it:

1: I have a blandish and narrow sort of palate.  This makes it hard for me to really care about my food.

2: I find eating to be interruptive.  I'm hip-deep in this concept that has branched out 15 ways!  If I leave now, it'll collapse into nonsense!  Like if you're trying to pick up a stitch you dropped 15 rows ago in some lace knitting you're doing.  Except it's lunchtime, so just throw it in the corner, quite literally; I'm sure you'll be able to figure out what you were doing a minute ago!

I need some sort of electroshock "don't rewrite the system you're using while you're using it for time-sensitive stuff" feedback thing in my chair.

3: Sometimes, a weird confluence of food makes me throw up.  Like today!  Lunch was pesto and olive oil and bread, with some wine+water.  (I wanted some wine with lunch, but it was only 14:00, and I was hot besides.)  Snacks during the videoing was Tostitos.  A rogue creature in my belly flipped the "EVACUATE" switch on a dare, and yup, time to throw up.  Under-pleasant!

4: I'm lactose intolerant, and it has never quite figured out how to react to this cutting slight.  Sometimes, I'm perfectly fine.  Other times, there's abrupt TMI.  Who can say!

5: Did I mention the periodic acid reflux thing?  Where some months are mostly fine, and others feel like I am, in fact, one steel will away from throwing up?  Pro-tip: reflux-triggered emesis is just never anything like a win.

This all translates into me not really doing much with food.  At all ever.  When I can't eat things that most would call "not that harsh" and get sick to my stomach, and have that not feel like an uncommon thing for me, that's about when I stop caring about this whole "experimentation" bullus shittus.

Although that is the sad, because I really like pesto and bread and olive oil.

One day, I will discover the perfect food routine, and I will enfold it lovingly into my DNA.  It'll make it hard to travel, and I'll have to get up at the same time every day including weekends, and finding places to live may become oddly restricted, but PERFECT FOOD ROUTINE.

...I abruptly have a new goal.  And here I just wanted to go on about throwing up and how it sucks!

--

Please do not give me eating or cooking or food advice, unless either you know me well or you are in the advanced class of giving advice to a $topic-resistant subject who was ranting in the first place.  (I mean, it can be done, it's just not a novice-level thing.)
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I'm playing this Flash game, and Josh noted that the dragons are future space dragons.  Of course, they are Pern dragons.

Later:

X: Yes, darken the sky with dragons.
J: Perneate the sky?
X: ...I dislike you.
J: I learned it from watching you!

--

In other news, if you're one of those who're using the for-DW Greasemonkey script for inserting usernames when in HTML view, there's an upgrade, as DW is going to allow for Twitter.com to be one of the "site" parameters for "user" in their next rollout.

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xtina: (Default)
I'm playing this Flash game, and Josh noted that the dragons are future space dragons.  Of course, they are Pern dragons.

Later:

X: Yes, darken the sky with dragons.
J: Perneate the sky?
X: ...I dislike you.
J: I learned it from watching you!

--

In other news, if you're one of those who're using the for-DW Greasemonkey script for inserting usernames when in HTML view, there's an upgrade, as DW is going to allow for Twitter.com to be one of the "site" parameters for "user" in their next rollout.
xtina: (Default)
Backstory:

1: Move It On Over, country and not by George Thorogood, is playing.
2: Josh really doesn't like George Thorogood, and I like him a great deal.
3: We'd been conversatin' on how a lot of rock music is totally remakes of country stuff.  (I knew the blues stylistic theft, but not the country cover stuff.)

*country music plays, as noted above*
X: Oh!  Again!
J: Yes, not everyone is the original--
X: Look, I was referring to rock not being the originators of music I'm used to, not you being a fuckin' bigot.
J: *cracks up*

*playing Dominion*
X: *my play, 4 lines; his: 20*
X: Your face and my fist have an appointment!
*later*
J: *cracks up*
*lines: 40*
X: I hate you in your stupid meathole!

Thus do we show affection.

Originally posted on Dreamwidth.  Number of comments so far: comment count unavailable
xtina: (Default)
Backstory:

1: Move It On Over, country and not by George Thorogood, is playing.
2: Josh really doesn't like George Thorogood, and I like him a great deal.
3: We'd been conversatin' on how a lot of rock music is totally remakes of country stuff.  (I knew the blues stylistic theft, but not the country cover stuff.)

*country music plays, as noted above*
X: Oh!  Again!
J: Yes, not everyone is the original--
X: Look, I was referring to rock not being the originators of music I'm used to, not you being a fuckin' bigot.
J: *cracks up*

*playing Dominion*
X: *my play, 4 lines; his: 20*
X: Your face and my fist have an appointment!
*later*
J: *cracks up*
*lines: 40*
X: I hate you in your stupid meathole!

Thus do we show affection.
xtina: (Default)
Snippet from yesterday, related to the song "Meet Virginia":

X: I can't stand that song.
J: It's a pretty catchy song, though.  *hums*
X: Yeah, but... at some point, I dunno, I just get tired of listening to men singing about women's lives.  I'd much rather listen to women singing about their own lives.  "I hate you", "I love you", "I'm a lowly worm but with your love I'll shine again", "you fucked me up and now all women suck", blah blah freakin' blah.  It's all so objectifying, and on occasion, I'm done with it.
J: Now, I'm sure they have feelings for these women.
X: Oh, yeah, I'm sure they have feelings, I just don't think they're useful.
J: *cracks up*

And for the luvva rancid Kool-Aid, if I never hear lyrics that refer to the man's love interest as a child (hell, to either of them as a child), or that "let me take you by the hand/help you understand" rhyme, ever again, I will be a v. happy kitty indeed.  (Like there aren't other rhymes one could make against "hand"/"understand".  *eyeroll*)

He wondered whether there was any music with women singing about men in a similar fashion.  (a) Yes.  I can think of at least two off the top of my head.  (b) I don't particularly care.

Although women covering songs originally (or "originally") performed by men pleases me.


I still like rock music.  I will still listen to it.  I just get really tired of it at times.

Thankfully, I have such awesome folk around me that I don't have to worry about someone accusing me of dismissing the perspectives and contributions of men!  Isn't that wonderful?  I think so.

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xtina: (Default)
It turns out that misery shared is misery halved.  ♥s

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xtina: (Default)
It turns out that misery shared is misery halved.  ♥s
xtina: (Default)
X: Jack of all butts!
J: And master of none!
X: Oo, the Butt-Master.  Like "Beastmaster", but worse!
J: *cracks up*
X: "Cock of the Rings"?
J: "Bow down before this."
X: The Nazgoo!
J: ...*disowns me*
X: *cracks up*

Originally posted on Dreamwidth.  Number of comments so far: comment count unavailable
xtina: (Default)
X: Jack of all butts!
J: And master of none!
X: Oo, the Butt-Master.  Like "Beastmaster", but worse!
J: *cracks up*
X: "Cock of the Rings"?
J: "Bow down before this."
X: The Nazgoo!
J: ...*disowns me*
X: *cracks up*
xtina: "No... :( I wanted the opposite of this. :( " (things have gone awry)
When I get my paycheck this week, I'm going to take out the amount I have saved up and set it aside.  That way, I won't accidentally spendify it.  Alternately, I'll transfer it to bank::savings, to keep it away from bank::checking.

Gah, I only have stuff that fills a pre-furnished 10'x9' room, and it still feels like too much goddamn stuff.  On the other hand, I packed one bin (yarn, special-occasion clothes, books I've just read) and two teensy boxen-things, plus one bag for Goodwill/sale, plus three bags of trash/recycling, so go me!  I may be a little excited.  (I may carry the floor plans in my pocket.)

Oh gosh, when is trash day at the new place?  *beam*  Also, must print this page for putting on the side of the fridge.

I can never find food that is actually filling, for work.  This is unreasonably annoying.  I keep expecting to only have to eat once a day during the week and twice a day on weekends, and being all pissy when this naturally doesn't bear out.  "I just ate!  Waddayamean I gotta do it again?  I'm busy, and I just ate!"  Mneh.

Alas, I have a penchant for going through things immediately.  Hence why I can't have alcohol or snacks or things just hanging out in the house -- I will consume them all immediately.  "I'll just have a couple of Tootsie Rolls... *an hour later*  Why do I feel ill?"  This is why ING is win for me -- no chance of using it up Because It's There, because it really isn't.

I have a small stash of buttons, for [livejournal.com profile] bbbsg, for some reason.  I still have 242 lei, which is approximately 73 USD.  The banks around here just straight don't know what to do with it.  Would New York banks have a better time of this, do you think?  If so, maybe I'll just send it to [personal profile] rosefox, for paying my share of the phone bill this and next month.

...that's not a bad idea at all.

OH yes so I applied to jobs!  Woo!  One is exactly perfect, except for it's part-time at a start-up.  But, if it is sufficiently awesome... *shrugs*  I might put my ray-zoom into some direct-to-hire places, even though it's a pain, just to be thorough.

Also-things: shower curtain, flashlight and extra batteries, leave one of my unscented candles and some matches in the junk drawer.  What there needs to be is a bathroom junk drawer and also a my-stuff junk drawer.  I'm sure there are bins for this in the world.  And a proper laundry hamper!  I definitely want to get a desk soon, too.

I need, need, to budget hard for this month.  New-rent, deposit, prorated rent for current place, brain drugs, bus pass, phone bill, groceries.  Plus, I need to call two places and cancel my accounts.

On a scale of one to weird, how weird is it that I already know how Josh's and my fight about cleaning will go, and that it'll probably happen in the first quarter?  I worry that he'll see my not getting on his case about his place as my accepting his clutter-style, when really, it's about not getting on his case about his goddamn place, hello.  And I really don't want charts or schedules or anything, but I also don't want both of us getting lazy, or resentful...

I think too much.

--

In other news, I made a userpic.

Originally posted on Dreamwidth.  Number of comments so far: comment count unavailable
xtina: "No... :( I wanted the opposite of this. :( " (things have gone awry)
When I get my paycheck this week, I'm going to take out the amount I have saved up and set it aside.  That way, I won't accidentally spendify it.  Alternately, I'll transfer it to bank::savings, to keep it away from bank::checking.

Gah, I only have stuff that fills a pre-furnished 10'x9' room, and it still feels like too much goddamn stuff.  On the other hand, I packed one bin (yarn, special-occasion clothes, books I've just read) and two teensy boxen-things, plus one bag for Goodwill/sale, plus three bags of trash/recycling, so go me!  I may be a little excited.  (I may carry the floor plans in my pocket.)

Oh gosh, when is trash day at the new place?  *beam*  Also, must print this page for putting on the side of the fridge.

I can never find food that is actually filling, for work.  This is unreasonably annoying.  I keep expecting to only have to eat once a day during the week and twice a day on weekends, and being all pissy when this naturally doesn't bear out.  "I just ate!  Waddayamean I gotta do it again?  I'm busy, and I just ate!"  Mneh.

Alas, I have a penchant for going through things immediately.  Hence why I can't have alcohol or snacks or things just hanging out in the house -- I will consume them all immediately.  "I'll just have a couple of Tootsie Rolls... *an hour later*  Why do I feel ill?"  This is why ING is win for me -- no chance of using it up Because It's There, because it really isn't.

I have a small stash of buttons, for [livejournal.com profile] bbbsg, for some reason.  I still have 242 lei, which is approximately 73 USD.  The banks around here just straight don't know what to do with it.  Would New York banks have a better time of this, do you think?  If so, maybe I'll just send it to [personal profile] rosefox, for paying my share of the phone bill this and next month.

...that's not a bad idea at all.

OH yes so I applied to jobs!  Woo!  One is exactly perfect, except for it's part-time at a start-up.  But, if it is sufficiently awesome... *shrugs*  I might put my ray-zoom into some direct-to-hire places, even though it's a pain, just to be thorough.

Also-things: shower curtain, flashlight and extra batteries, leave one of my unscented candles and some matches in the junk drawer.  What there needs to be is a bathroom junk drawer and also a my-stuff junk drawer.  I'm sure there are bins for this in the world.  And a proper laundry hamper!  I definitely want to get a desk soon, too.

I need, need, to budget hard for this month.  New-rent, deposit, prorated rent for current place, brain drugs, bus pass, phone bill, groceries.  Plus, I need to call two places and cancel my accounts.

On a scale of one to weird, how weird is it that I already know how Josh's and my fight about cleaning will go, and that it'll probably happen in the first quarter?  I worry that he'll see my not getting on his case about his place as my accepting his clutter-style, when really, it's about not getting on his case about his goddamn place, hello.  And I really don't want charts or schedules or anything, but I also don't want both of us getting lazy, or resentful...

I think too much.

--

In other news, I made a userpic.
xtina: (Default)
X: No, but, come lookit!  This is my timeline of all major events in my life.  And they're colour-coded!
J: They are?  Oh, I see... travel, relationships, work...
X: Yep!  But seeeee, though, the graphical timeline.
J: ...
X: ^^
J: *pats me on the head*
X: *bursts out laughing*
J: I... wow.  Whoever does your memoirs is going to have their work cut out for them.
X: I haven't even shown you the four pages of apartment-searching checklist yet!
J: I'm gonna go outside now.

Originally posted on Dreamwidth.
xtina: (Default)
I'm looking through apartment listings.  Naturally, I made a spreadsheet in GDocs for this, that shows the address, distance in miles to downtown, distance in miles to our favourite bar (a number of friends go there, so it's good for comparison), the commute to Josh's work, the commute to mine, square footage, rent, deposit, notes about the apartment, and my notes.  There's a line item for Josh's current place, and one for [livejournal.com profile] trista/[livejournal.com profile] penghuin's place, for comparison.

Josh: One day, you're going to chart something, and it's going to make me shudder to find it.  I don't know what it is yet, but I know it'll happen.
Xtina: *cracks up*

Originally posted on Dreamwidth.
xtina: (Default)
I'm looking through apartment listings.  Naturally, I made a spreadsheet in GDocs for this, that shows the address, distance in miles to downtown, distance in miles to our favourite bar (a number of friends go there, so it's good for comparison), the commute to Josh's work, the commute to mine, square footage, rent, deposit, notes about the apartment, and my notes.  There's a line item for Josh's current place, and one for [livejournal.com profile] trista/[livejournal.com profile] penghuin's place, for comparison.

Josh: One day, you're going to chart something, and it's going to make me shudder to find it.  I don't know what it is yet, but I know it'll happen.
Xtina: *cracks up*
xtina: (shmoop)
Allow me to tell you the sweetest thing ever.

The upstairs neighbours from Josh used to be a couple and their herd of elephants.  I mean.  Kids.  They'd run so hard that they'd shake the wind chimes that Josh had hanging up on the ceiling.  They've since moved out.

Of course, I kind of miss them, since the kids at least had a bedtime.  The new folk frequently stay up until like six in the goddamn morning.  I once didn't sleep at all, because all of the SQUEAKING and POUNDING and THINGS.  The issue is their floor/his ceiling is wicked thin, not nec. that they're assholes; however, it's hard to maintain that distinction at six oh fuck in the morning.


So I stayed over at his place this one time.  I hadn't been sleeping well, but I took my Benadryl and tried to sleep anyhow.  The next morning, he looked kind of tired, and I asked him why, as he usually sleeps better than me.

J: The people upstairs actually woke me up by having sex so loud.
X: Augh, I'm sorry, that sucks.
J: Yeah, so, I didn't want you to wake up again, so I put my hand over your ear*.
X: ... *melts into a puddle of goo*

* I was on my side.

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.

Originally posted on Dreamwidth.
xtina: (Default)
Allow me to tell you the sweetest thing ever.

The upstairs neighbours from Josh used to be a couple and their herd of elephants.  I mean.  Kids.  They'd run so hard that they'd shake the wind chimes that Josh had hanging up on the ceiling.  They've since moved out.

Of course, I kind of miss them, since the kids at least had a bedtime.  The new folk frequently stay up until like six in the goddamn morning.  I once didn't sleep at all, because all of the SQUEAKING and POUNDING and THINGS.  The issue is their floor/his ceiling is wicked thin, not nec. that they're assholes; however, it's hard to maintain that distinction at six oh fuck in the morning.


So I stayed over at his place this one time.  I hadn't been sleeping well, but I took my Benadryl and tried to sleep anyhow.  The next morning, he looked kind of tired, and I asked him why, as he usually sleeps better than me.

J: The people upstairs actually woke me up by having sex so loud.
X: Augh, I'm sorry, that sucks.
J: Yeah, so, I didn't want you to wake up again, so I put my hand over your ear*.
X: ... *melts into a puddle of goo*

* I was on my side.

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.
xtina: (Default)
X: *looking down* I have a weird question.
X: *looks up* Why are you staring at me?
X: That wasn't my question.
X: I forgot my question.
J: I ween!

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