And so it begins..
Jan. 2nd, 2003 11:45 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
slipjig3The six-year-old child knows that she should not redecorate Grandma's armchair with a blue Sharpie. The six-year old child redecorates Grandma's armchair with a blue Sharpie anyway. Reason has failed. And it is in this light that 2003 began. I would like to announce that I will be spending the rest of the year in Reykjavik, writing my memoirs.
Actually, yesterday wasn't bad at all. The New Year's Eve / Day 9-p.m.-to-3-a.m. shift went about as well as it could have; callers were reasonable in an amusingly schonckered sort of way, and both Colleen and Marci were on at the same time (which is rare), so I got some good note-passing in. And yesterday I got to cash in my Christmas gift certificates, which is always a good thing. My draw:
From Barnes and Noble
* The World of Edward Gorey
* the new Sauron expansion to Knizia's "Lord of the Rings Game" (ignoring the futility of buying expansions to a game that I haven't actually played yet)
From Coconuts
* The Game on DVD
* The Center of the World on DVD
* a used copy of Skylarking by XTC, the only 80's Britpop that doesn't cause unsightly rashes
It occurs to me that I never did give my Christmas loot list. Just to whip through the highlights: Kristi got us a DVD/VHS/MP3 player for our bedroom (happy, happy me!); Mom & Dad-in-Law got me & Abbey matching GameBoys (in the words of my sister, "What are you, eight?"); plus some wunderbar CDs and DVDs and chocolate and other groovies. I am so spoiled. Best yet, my birthday is next week. *rubs hands greedily*
Oh, and Kristi completely cleaned out Abbey's room. If anyone has the Pope's home phone number, I'd like to leave a voice mail regarding qualifications for canonization.
Actually, yesterday wasn't bad at all. The New Year's Eve / Day 9-p.m.-to-3-a.m. shift went about as well as it could have; callers were reasonable in an amusingly schonckered sort of way, and both Colleen and Marci were on at the same time (which is rare), so I got some good note-passing in. And yesterday I got to cash in my Christmas gift certificates, which is always a good thing. My draw:
From Barnes and Noble
* The World of Edward Gorey
* the new Sauron expansion to Knizia's "Lord of the Rings Game" (ignoring the futility of buying expansions to a game that I haven't actually played yet)
From Coconuts
* The Game on DVD
* The Center of the World on DVD
* a used copy of Skylarking by XTC, the only 80's Britpop that doesn't cause unsightly rashes
It occurs to me that I never did give my Christmas loot list. Just to whip through the highlights: Kristi got us a DVD/VHS/MP3 player for our bedroom (happy, happy me!); Mom & Dad-in-Law got me & Abbey matching GameBoys (in the words of my sister, "What are you, eight?"); plus some wunderbar CDs and DVDs and chocolate and other groovies. I am so spoiled. Best yet, my birthday is next week. *rubs hands greedily*
Oh, and Kristi completely cleaned out Abbey's room. If anyone has the Pope's home phone number, I'd like to leave a voice mail regarding qualifications for canonization.
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Date: 2003-01-02 10:47 am (UTC)Why iceland? Why not.. I dunno.. somewhere a little more, um.. temperate?
And, are you sure Saint hood? Cause hell, if cleaning up after an animal that disguises herself as a child is one way, I want you to mention my name too. There are perks to this venture, right?
Glad your New Year started off well. :)
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Date: 2003-01-02 01:16 pm (UTC)Are you kidding? Iceland is fabulous: It's small, friendly, Socialist, and has no crime. Best of all, years ago the nation's women (right up to the prime minister, who was a woman) pulled a Lysistrata, refraining from sex with men until they got better working conditions. They won. Big time.
Sainthood's nice, I guess. I mean, they give you a day all to your self and all that. On the other hand, it means accepting Roman Catholicism, which has a history of being a bit problematic [note: ironic understatement alert]. Six of one, half a dozen of the other.