Bleah

Jan. 13th, 2011 03:09 pm
plonq: (Mediocre mood)
http://digitaljournal.com/pr/199972

Idiots.
plonq: (Blah Mood)
What the fuck is this shit?
Behind a cut to spare your sanity. )
plonq: (Grossed out)
I wanted more coffee this morning, but not badly enough to brave the cold and buck up for some of the good stuff across the street. So, cup in hand, I trundled off to the back coffee room and helped myself to some of the office coffee. The free coffee in this office tends to vary in quality from bad to awful, depending on how long it's been since the coffee was opened, how long it has been sitting on the element, and who made it.

We seem to have two groups of people in this office when it comes to making coffee; those who are convinced that the basket is too small to hold enough coffee, and those who treat each scoop as if it it was being carved out of their own muscle tissue. I don't mind strong coffee, but when people over-fill the basket it overflows and every cup comes with bonus coffee grounds in the bottom. This pot appears to have been made by somebody from the latter group. The brew is too dark to classify as amber in colour, but not by much. As an added bonus, it smells like it's been sitting on the burner since sometime early this century. Joy. I suppose I could have made a fresh pot, but that's too much like admitting defeat - and it makes the free coffee something less than free.

Once I got back to my desk, I took a few sips and realized that there are things in life that are worse than admitting defeat, but I didn't feel like walking all the way back to the oasis. I started digging through my desk drawers on the off-chance that I might have something that would make this coffee more palatable: sugar, stale creamers, ketchup, gin...

I found some packets of Splenda, and a canister of Coffee Mate that I bought some time back. As I was stirring together the noxious brew, it occurred to me that I've had this Coffee mate for an awfully long time. As I was sipping the coffee (it is not better, just bad in a more palatable way) I started searching the canister for an expiration date, or a half-life, or whatever measure they use for the lifespan of artificial coffee whitener. Eventually I found it; this product was apparently best before October 13, 2004. Oy.

On the other hand, I think I may have discovered something here. After I mixed in the Spenda and Coffee mate, this coffee now tastes exactly like the stuff I would get from those vending machines in rest stops across the mid west. If you poured this into one of those soggy paper cups with the playing card print on the outside and then shuffled it around with a coffee that had just come from one of those machines, I would be hard pressed to tell them apart. Weird. Not good, but weird.
plonq: (Pissy Mood)
I wish I was joking, but it seems that the joke is on us. Just when we were finally rid of most of our snow, this is what we woke up to this morning.

Behind a cut for those of you still on dial-up )

As an added bonus we're due to start dipping in to the -18 range (0F) as we move into the week. Lovely way to start the spring, yes?
plonq: (Irked mood)
Fibnally, almost a fubll hour affer the probcedure if finish, the Nobvocaine iff finally kicked in. Numb mouf ftl. =(

meep

Oct. 27th, 2006 01:39 pm
plonq: (Blah Mood)
I feel ill. Between a lack of sleep last night, the chilli I had for lunch, the the frantic, stomach-melting stress of my job today, I just want to go home and curl up around a pillow for awhile.

I'm supposed to go to a Halloween party tonight, but if I'm not feeling any better by the time I get home I may have to blow that off. =(
plonq: (Bouncy Mood)
Our country reeks of trees
Our Yaks are really large
And they smell like rotting beef carcasses
And we have to clean up after them
And our saddle sores are the best
We proudly wear women's clothing
And searing sand blows up our skirts
And the buzzards, they soar overhead
And poisonous snakes will devour us whole
And our bones will bleach in the sun
And we will probably go to (loud farting noise)
And that is our great reward
For being the-uh Ro-oy-al Canadian Kilted Yaksmen!


(wtb a Main Assist who isn't a moron.  [livejournal.com profile] atara will likely grump more on this subject later.)
plonq: (Blah Mood)
I sincerely hope that I didn't pass along this virus to anybody that I met at the convention. For the first time in days I'm actually (almost) starting to feel better - we'll see how I feel after the meds wear off. More accurately, today I'm not curled up in a miserable little ball thinking, "I wish this cold would either clear up or kill me and be done with."

I apologize to everyone who I didn't get to spend enough time with at the con. I wasn't purposely avoiding, or blowing anyone off at the con. I'm afraid for the most part I was just feeling too miserable to be good company, and I spent an inordinate amount of time moping around up in our room.

As an added bonus, I threw out my back helping to load up a truck on Sunday night. Fortunately my cold took a nasty turn for the worse right after that and distracted me from the pain (though the pain killers and a hot shower also helped). Aw man, I'm gettin' old and falling apart.

MFF?

Nov. 14th, 2005 07:49 am
plonq: (Mediocre mood)
The weather this time of year can be a crap shoot, and it looks like the weather dice are poised to come up snake-eyes on the eve of our departure.  This has been the warmest and driest autumn in recent memory, but that comes to an end starting this afternoon.  It is supposed to start snowing sometime around noon, and keep coming down right through until sometime tomorrow afternoon (at least that's what the guy from Environment Canada said on the radio this morning - they still haven't updated their website to reflect that).

Obviously the two factors that are going to affect us are 1) how much it snows, and 2) how long it keeps falling.  The guy this morning suggested that we could get up to 20cm (8") of snow over the next day and a half.  That will definitely make things interesting.  If the snow stops tomorrow afternoon then that will give them 12-15 hours to clear the highways ahead of us.  We may have to deal with blowing snow, but the roads should be fairly passable otherwise.  On the other hand, this storm is tracking eastward, so we could end up chasing it all the way to Chicago if it dips that far south.

It's not a question of if we will make it to the con (assuming we can stay out of the ditch), but when we will get there.  Our goal is to arrive mid-day on Thursday.  Reality may be a very late arrival, or possibly Friday if we have to hunker down somewhere along the way to wait out some bad weather.  Bleah.

Kansas

Nov. 9th, 2005 09:01 am
plonq: (Brainfree mood)
I was going to slam Kansas for their recent "advances" for the cause of science and critical thinking, but if these polls are to be believed, they speak for the majority of the nation.  It's not religion that bothers me, it's that far too many people think that it exonerates them from any need for critical thinking.

"I let the preacher do my thinking for me."

Bah.  Couple that with the fact that we're probably going to have a Christmas federal election (December 26th has been tossed out as the probable date) and my cynicism meter didn't just max out, it hit the stop and the needle is bending dangerously.  Bleah.  Bleah.
plonq: (Wow Mood)
Behind the cut is a picture of one of my alts - in this case a mage character who I sometimes play on Cenarius.

When I showed this picture to a friend at work, he said, "That's a troll?!"
Read more... )
plonq: (Mediocre mood)
I was done with my fork, so I tossed it into my backpack.

I forgot that I had an unopened can of root beer in there.  The sharp tines of justice struck true.

That pretty much encapsulates my morning in a single incident.

It must be Monday.
plonq: (Scared Mood)
I know I was a little rank after I brought in beans last week for lunch, but today I came in to work and found an Environmental Safety/Hazard Report (normally used for toxic chemicals and spills) on my desk.  The description of the report reads, "Foul polluted stench flowing from body in corner."  The action recommended says, "Full anal cleansing."

Ah well, no beans for me this week.  Or next.  After that day last week I think we all deserve a break.

Cat 4

Sep. 3rd, 2005 11:14 am
plonq: (Sad Mood)
The smallest kitten deteriorated badly overnight.  He caught the upper respiratory infection from his mom and sister, and with his compromised immune system it hit him hard.  This morning he was too weak to move, and he was gasping for breath.  [livejournal.com profile] atara found him face-down in his blanket, gasping for breath, with his face encrusted with snot and mucus.  He was in pretty rough shape last night when we tried to feed him, literally gagging on his food and spitting out more than he swallowed.  I don't think I need to tell you how heartbreaking it is to see a little creature suffering like that, so we did the only humane thing we could.  We dropped him back at the shelter this morning, where they agreed that he doesn't look like he's going to pull through.

It's not like we had him long enough to grow really attached, but it was still very hard giving him up.  The worst of it was that it was like reliving Bit all over again.  We did all that we could, but sometimes all that you can do simply isn't enough.  I guess this is something that we're going to have to get used to if we plan to foster cats for the shelter.  Many of the cats that they foster out are ones that need extra care to nurse them back to health, and sometimes they don't get better. 
plonq: (Grossed out)
My experimental food kick continues.  On today's menu is tamarind drink.  I've had tamarind before, so I thought I had some idea of what to expect.

Nope.

This is like drinking distilled, liquefied sugar.  I'm fighting my gag reflex just thinking about the last sip.  I managed to drink about half of it, but the rest is going down the sink.  If Fear Factor is looking for another vomit-inducing drink for their show, I recommend this one.  Bleah.  =P

[edit]

I reconsidered on my way to dumping it, because I hate wasting food of any kind. I stood by the sink swirling the contents in the glass and wondering if it was as bad as my last impression. I got it close enough for a quick sniff, and just the smell set off my gag reflex again. I normally have a very strong stomach, but apparently this vile liquid managed to fall into a rare personal niche.
plonq: (Irked mood)
I need to start off my day with a whine (but I'll be posting pictures later).

One of the souvenirs I brought back from the coast was a summer cold.  Ears and sinuses plugged.  Throat sore.  Bleah.

I slept badly last night (partly for reasons outlined above) and every time I stirred, I had a cat all over me.  I think she missed us when we were away.

I slept wrong and pinched something in my shoulder and now it hurts every time I lift my arm (but moving my arm around seems to be helping a bit - or maybe that's the ibuprofen kicking in).

Even though I deleted copious amounts of email while I was at [livejournal.com profile] prowlerwolf6's place, my work in-basket is still overflowing.

I need more cheese in my diet.

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