attilatehbun: ([words. i do not have them.])
I just spent twenty minutes scraping over an old, matted rug with a a cat brush.


It was incredibly effective whilst simultaneously being incredibly disgusting.















jesus christ atti get a proper vacuum you are an adult
attilatehbun: ([krak!])
I am about to commit murder by stapler and flying post-it pad.





someone save me from my life
attilatehbun: ([this is a manly scowl])
I have been sleeping like shit. And this? This is a problem for me. Because I like sleep. I really like sleep. I might just love sleep best of all of the things. Sleep and me? We're bros.

So the fact that my bro is deserting me in my time of need is rather distressing. When I don't sleep I get nauseous and even more grumpy and awful to be around than usual. The ability to suck-my-shit-up is my secret superpower, but my annoyance tolerance levels have never been on the shit-sucking-up list and now they're below rock bottom. I also have apparently lost the ability to spell, as it really should not have taken me four tries and the firefox spellchecker to spell nauseous correctly.

Insomnia is not a contagious disease, is it?


Anyway I got the SO tickets to see Alton Brown this weekend. He's going to like, give a talk or something I don't know. It's a thing. (The SO is pretty infatuated w/ AB, so it was this or Neil Degrasse Tyson and afaik there are no NDT appearances coming up any time soon.) And apparently afterwards there is going to be some sort of fancy reception with like free gourmet food from nearby restaurants and stuff. Meanwhile we are two slobbering, unwashed slackers who barely don't eat sitting on the floor and only by some small measure of luck manage to tie our own shoes. Which means I'll be frantically digging through my closet come Friday night trying to find something respectable and unstained so I can pretend like I am a functional human bean.

Still though, open bar.




So hey new Young Avengers tonight, eh? That's a thing.

oh biscuits

May. 6th, 2010 12:48 pm
attilatehbun: ([this will not end well])
So, I killed my phone.

Well, hopefully not killed killed, but. a;sdigua'sdkjf Basically I was sleep deprived and attempting to juggle at least three items while sleepily trying to put my pants on an my phone did not survive the process. Dropped it flat, face-down onto the floor. Went OH SHIT, picked it up, only to discover that instead of my lovely [livejournal.com profile] ormery drawn wallpaper, all that was displaying was a big swath of white with some vertical lines running through it. Obviously, something is jacked.

The phone still works, basically, like, I can receive calls or whatever, and probably even make them, but these are tricky things to do blind.

The extra super funtiems cherry on top of this annoyance sundae? Well. I haven't even had this phone a year and I have apparently become completely dependent on it. Like, dependent to the point of probably needing to get the damn thing implanted surgically at some point in the next two years.

Within half a hour (counting my freak out and my frantic googling and then my being late) I realized just how much I need my phone in my life. I was mentally reviewing all the shit I would need to take care of to get my phone fixed and it went something like this:

I have to find out how late the Apple store is open.
Oh I will quickly google their phone numb-- oh

Hmm, I wonder if I have enough money in my checking to pay for the inevitably pricey repairs?
/attempts to open app /smacks forehead

I am probably going to miss my bus.
/reaches for schedule on phone

What the hell time is it anyway?
Hmm, forgot my watch, but not to fear, let me just reach into my pocket! :(

This all took place in oh, about a ten minute period. Then I couldn't read the fic I wanted on the bus, because. I couldn't call in to say I would be late, because. There was some sort of accident at the busstop and I couldn't google it because.


Needless to say, I'm way more fucked than I though I would be, should this Carrington Event in 2012 actually bring modern civilization crashing down around our ears. I thought I would be fine because I know how to take care of myself without electricity and shit but APPARENTLY I AM HOPELESSLY DEPENDENT ON MY SMARTPHONE FML



is there like a Gadgets Anonymous or what

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