I really should've done this sooner. Date stamping this way the fuck up there so I can keep track of it.
"Censorship is telling a man he can't have a steak just because a baby can't chew it."
-- Mark Twain
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This week on the Tiny Ouroboros:
Bend over
How I live off of less than 20k a year
When recycling doesn't work
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And speaking of living cheap...I think Christmas is going to suck this year. The holidays are screwing with my already precarious financial situation. So for those of you who get paid time off...enjoy it.
Here's hoping the shitty cheap-ass rice makes decent rice pudding, at least.
EDIT: Fuck, I didn't get enough milk. God dammit.
I'm drawing again. It feels nice to know that I haven't lost all of it.
So yesterday at work I decided I wanted to draw a bunch of animal-headed saints. "Hmmm...Saint Heron, Saint Wolf, Saint Do-...oh, wait there's already a Saint Dog." I decided to draw my own version of Saint Christopher and it didn't turn out too bad. Now I just have to figure out the GIMP.
Working in a stained glass shop does strange things to my brain.
In other news, the earth really is full of things.
This week on the Tiny Ouroboros:
"A road to somewhere"
Tips from a tiny kitchen
I'm still not vegetarian and a discussion about discussions on food
Much ado about a minor chore
Not very exciting this week. Blah.
FUCK YOU MARIE CALLANDER, I CAN MAKE POT PIE TOO! AND IF IT'S NOT AS GOOD, I'LL FIX IT. AND THE CRUST SAYS "HI!"
It feels good to be cooking again, even though I forgot to check the time when I put the damn pot pie in so now I have to guess. Good thing the chicken's already cooked.
So I got more or less the official notice of my promotion at work. It's a pretty informal place, but still subject to corporate bullshit, so there's still things that need doing before I can be promoted. And my GM suggested that I apply for the ability to be sent to new stores to train people on How to Do This Shit Right. Because I'm good at that or something. All I know is that it means I get paid to on occasion. Fuck yes.
How the hell do you deter a cat who actually *likes* the taste of adhesive? I swear to [insert deity here, if applicable] Zoe can smell adhesive three miles away in the dark. She doesn't care if she steps on it. She doesn't care if it get stuck to her face. It's like fucking cat crack.
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So my character for D&D 101 is effectively a wolfmanwoman. Her name is Cedar and she's an Earth Warden. She can partially turn into a tree. And she refuses to eat plants. And she carries a rock tied to a stick and calls it a mace. Which fits in quite well with everyone else...the entire party is pretty special. It's a campaign run and played by Cepheids, so there was little doubt of that.
Lol, I got called "sir" today. I've been told I look "far too feminine" in the face to pull off androgyny, but apparently just a change in hairstyle is really all it takes.
Which just goes to show that humans are not as sexually dimorphic as we like to think we are.
And Falc, "Good Hair" is showing in Bryan. We could theoretically go tomorrow, (I didn't really feel up for pizza rolls last week, and may not be this week either, but I do want to make the meeting so I know where D&D 101 is being held). Thursday is also open, Wednesday is the aforementioned D&D, and I close Friday and Saturday.
Hair is gone. Most of it, anyway. Once I get photos I'll post some. I am, however, terribly exhausted.
This week on the Tiny Ouroboros:
The Lazy Fox's guide to cleaning
The forest for the trees I really liked this post.
There was no Friday post this week as I was busy and did not get a chance to write it.
EDIT: Posts by others you might find interesting:
You vs. the Cubicle
It's only life or death
On owning nothing
Ugh. Ughughugh.
I was hoping to get Zo spayed at her usual vet, but they want 125 to do it. I normally wouldn't begrudge them this, but I don't have 125. TAMU wants 150-200. Student discount is 10%. This isn't because TAMU has high-quality vets working on your pet, it's because they have a forth-year student AND a vet working on your pet. WTF, last time I checked, having your pet be a guinea pig for a student's training was supposed to be cheap. Or maybe that was just twelve or fifteen years ago when your whole family's broke as shit and the next door neighbor is a vet. "Hey, we've got students who need practice, want to get the cats done?"
Supposedly I close next Saturday, so I'll probably pack her up and drag her to Bellville for most of the day. If I don't spend too much this weekend, I may be able to afford to get her retested for FIV as well, but it may just be the spay. I want to do both, but my financial forecast shows a record level of broke followed by brief periods of "buy the toilet paper now while you still have the money to do it." I blame it on my love affair with having a savings account.
