wook77: (blow up fandom)
In 2011:

I lost Clancy, one of the best dogs you'd ever want to meet.
Cisco had malignant mouth cancer that required $3000 to pay for two surgeries and tons of care.
I still have Cisco.
I still have Nala who is in end-of-life pain management and has reached the "every day with her is a blessing" stage.
I still have Kuka who has thyroid failure.
I had a savings account.
Which I lost because of Cisco's mouth cancer.
I wrote a little. Very little.
Work was awesome before it wasn't and still remains on the not-awesome side though it's getting much much better.
I did my first "solo" termination (as in the only one stating, 'you're fired' rather than standing there and nodding severely).
I read 125 new-to-me books and watched 52 new-to-me movies.
I stopped going to school.

In 2012:

I will be moving into town and out of my mother/sister's house.
I will be quitting Fry's.
I will read at least 50 new-to-me books.
I will watch at least 50 new-to-me movies.
I will actually post my reviews to said books.
I will lose 15 pounds.
I will write an original novel.
I will have more of a social life.
wook77: (Bolt)
I think fandom has lost one of its best people. [livejournal.com profile] shouldknobetter was an amazing person who was always witty, funny, supportive, friendly and willing to go WAY beyond the call of duty for everyone he met.

The first time I met him, I was completely shitfaced slightly intoxicated and, within 10 minutes, he was insisting on walking me to my hotel room so I got there safely. We talked about working for non-profits and animal rescue and accounting and everything and anything, every con we went to, we'd meet up for at least lunch somewhere during the convention. We'd talk about other things, more personal things that I'm not going to talk about here, but I'm going to miss those conversations so much.

And now he's gone and I know a lot of people are mourning for him but there are plenty of people that don't know how awesome he is and I think that's a shame. I think that if you had ever gotten a chance to meet George, you would've immediately loved him. He lurked at the edges and he was so quiet that it was almost too easy to overlook him. We'd have a room party and he'd end up on the edges but he was there, a constant and friendly presence.

Others have better stories about him, ones that don't involve a very drunk and loudmouthed bitch named wook but I just wanted to add in my own two cents on the fact that fandom is missing a giant heart that was one of its best.

So, George, I hope you're at the most amazing convention of all time right now and you're looking at us and wondering when the fuck we're going to show up and hang out with you again because you're having an amazing time of it.
wook77: (two men dancing)
For the fourth year, I'm participating in the Southern Arizona AIDSWalk. If you wanted to donate, please go here. Any little bit helps. This year, your donations are going to support free HIV/AIDS Testing to everyone that comes to the event and wants to be tested in addition to expanding their version of Meals on Wheels for AIDS patients in Southern Arizona.

I'm on the team of one of my friends, Team Ti-To, which is named after her father and a family friend. Her family friend passed from AIDS while her father has been living with HIV since 1997. We're a small team and hoping a few more people from our circle of friends join us so all your support would be appreciated.

This is my first year of not walking with one of my dogs. Unfortunately, my dogs are simply too old to walk 5k. It's going to be weird not having to stop to pick up dog poop and almost get run over.

Anyway, shameless pimp to get you to donate here to help HIV/AIDS patients in Southern Arizona.

And for those in the area - if you were thinking of walking/attending/volunteering, please let me know! I'd love to connect with you!
wook77: (ANGRY)
So my problem employee left which is awesome. The best part, though, is she left me with much lulz had. She gave me a card, stating "I'm sorry that you thought I was a bad employee and did not reach your performance requirements. You are really unhappy and I know that you have a hole in your heart and I think that Jesus can fill it. Please visit [list of churches and websites] to help you fill the hole in your heart that you're suffering from." So, lol. Those two sentences were RIGHT NEXT TO EACH OTHER OMG LOL. Obviously, the only reason that she didn't reach my crazy high performance requirements of "let me know where you're at on a project" and "cut checks in a timely manner" was cause I didn't have Jesus filling a hole in my heart.

I bit the bullet and signed up on match.com. I'm certain it will be as lolarious as okcupid for crazy people telling me that they want me to be their sexual slave and service both of the married couple and carry their children. (Yes, I've gotten multiple emails similar to that) Plus, I can only hope that match.com sends me old men in nylon granny panties posing all luridly. (why yes, I've gotten that, too)

I'm writing something that will feature the disclaimer of "I am not responsible for the google image search results should you choose to google the apparatus used in this fic".

I'm rather addicted to this song (link goes to youtube). It was featured on Sons of Anarchy and I love it.

My [livejournal.com profile] ac_bigbang fic was submitted, only a day late, and I've got three awesome pieces of artwork for it. The mod was amazingly laidback and full of helpful communication about deadlines and such. the [livejournal.com profile] biowarebang mod did the same and I really enjoyed participating in both of those fests. I like laidback mods who keep in communication with people. I guess I'm kooky that way. You can find the fic here.

It's really really hard not to judge Republicans by the Tea Party asshats lately. Like, seriously, people? Rick Perry kills a shitload of people and you cheer? He's not only put an innocent man to death based on faulty science but he then fired the investigators and you think that's a reason to cheer? And THEN to cheer about killing someone without insurance cause they're in a coma? Really? You'd kill him? So then you supported Terri Schiavo's husband in his quest to end Terri Schiavo's life, right? You totally supported him on ending a coma patient's life and didn't side with the parents, then, right? UGH. Hypocritical assholes cheering for bullshit things. Awful Christian of them, isn't it?

Until the fandom wank post, I had no idea that Michael Fassbender suffered from domestic violence-itus. I feel sort of gross for finding him attractive, now. Dammit.

Final note - people. Seriously. STOP WITH THE INCREASING YOUR RATING DUE TO "mild homosexuality". That suddenly put a fic to "Teen" to "Mature"?! Oh fuck you. I'm not reading your fic just because of your asshattery. Which pisses me off as it sounded mildly interesting and it's in a fandom that barely ever gets fic.
wook77: (earthlogic)
Yanno, I did this entry of what makes me hit the backbutton really, really fast when it comes to fanfic. I feel like I should do one on professionally published works, as well. For example, referring to one of your main protagonists as "a slice of chocolate cake" because he's a black man. Really? Was that necessary and/or appropriate? The book sounded awful anyway (plus, no excerpt) but that "slice of chocolate cake" was just the icing on the fail cake (yes, bad pun, sorry :().

Interviewing continues for the open position. Recent applicants/interviewees included:

a.) the man telling me that he doesn't waste his time on "that Star Wars crap" (um, dude? You're staring at a picture of Wedge Antilles and you're sitting in an office currently filled with "that Star Wars crap"). He's much smarter than that because he likes chess but only plays against people that have a lower skill level than he does because he hates to lose. He also told us his previous boss was out to get him and constantly setting him up for failure and that he likes to snoop through other people's desks so that he can see what they are and aren't doing.

b.) the lady with the see-through shirt where I could see her bra. No thanks, I really do not need to see that. Plus, she then admitted that her animals are not fixed, that they run around the neighborhood adding to a pet overpopulation problem and then giggling about it. You do know what we do here, right?

c.) The lady who called me up and demanded an interview and then cried on the phone when I told her that she wasn't qualified. Please don't cry. That really makes me uncomfortable. I'm sorry that your years of working on building calculators doesn't qualify you for an accounting position but building them and using them are not the same thing.

d.) The guy who wants to be a wilderness guide, knows how to ride horses in two different styles and just got certified for remote wilderness survival. None of that relates to accounting. Just because you know which bugs to eat (yes, that was on his resume) doesn't mean that you'll be able to accurately determine which accounts to charge expenses to.

Ugh. Hiring. I keep hearing that there are tons of people looking for jobs. Why can't I get qualified AND non-crazy ones. They're either not-crazy and not-qualified or qualified and crazy.

So, interviewing continues, obviously.
wook77: (miss you)
Clancy, you were the best bud a girl could ever ask for. I'll miss you. We all will.

June 1997 - August 26th, 2011
wook77: (happy icon)
I'm trying not to be overly dramallama-y about this but... at work today, I was almost hit by a car.

As I was walking back from the main location to the secondary location (where my office is), I was walking past all these parked cars when, suddenly, one cranked its engine, slid into reverse and slammed backwards while I was directly behind it, about a foot and a half away from the bumper when it was parked. I leapt backwards and landed wrong on my ankle, sending me plummeting to the ground while the asshole car slammed backwards almost into another car and then sped away. The other car's driver very kindly got out of his car and helped me to stand up but, off to the doctor I go as I think I ripped that overactive tendon as I have extremely sharp pain in my ankle every time I step in the same vicinity.

It happened so fast. The car wasn't even turned on when I started to walk behind it. One and a half steps later and the car was coming at me rather fast (especially as it wasn't even started a step and a half before) and I was jumping backwards and trying to get out of the way.

I limped back to my office, as I felt fine at the time but about halfway there, the pain crept in. So I sat at my desk and cried for a good ten minutes. Came home and had a massive bowl of pretzel ice cream from Blue Bunny. Which, by the by, is rather medicinal as I got rid of most of the want to cry feeling. I'm still shaky and freaking, four hours later.

My hands have all these little cuts from the gravel where I landed, bouncing and skidding across it.

The worst part, though, is that my nephews are visiting this weekend and expecting me to be able to play with them. They've been asking for months if my ankle was all better and if I could please play lightsabers with them. That's what really gets me. I can barely walk right now. How am I supposed to run around after 5 and 7 year olds?

I freaking hate that fucker that made the left in front of me. I really really fucking hate him.
wook77: (assassin's creed: shit just got real)
Anyone going to Star Trek Las Vegas? [livejournal.com profile] elanorofcastile and I are going and I think it'd be fun to meet up with a bunch of slashers. Anyone?

The teaser trailer for Assassin's Creed: Embers is up. here. Oh my heart. Seriously, just gah. This game series just about breaks my heart. I love Altair, don't get me wrong, but Ezio has a special place in my heart. I think it has a lot to do with how much we've seen of his life versus how little we saw of Altair. We've seen Ezio since he was a baby and now we get to see him as an old(er) man.

I think Imma sign up for the Assassin's Creed Big Bang, especially as the word count is a minimum of 4k. Next challenge is all about cliches and I can think of about a billion cliches I'd love to write.

My [livejournal.com profile] biowarebang fic will be posted shortly. We've an extension from the mod and hopefully everything comes together in the next day or so. You should see what [livejournal.com profile] kath_ballantyne came up with, folks. Seriously, her drawings are amazing. AMAZING. I have no words for it. Plus, the fic mixer has some great ideas (and she loved my fic so there's that, too).

I have a huge, ginormous amount of shit to take to the post office now that the post office has found my lost packages. So if I owe you mail, you will be getting it soon.

Work has been ridiculous lately but it's eased up. We've finally closed our fiscal year and can work on July and move on with our lives.

One of the people I loathe at work just turned in her two weeks. I'm sort of ecstatic over it. She's a royal pain in the ass with a giant martyr complex while she also thinks that she is the most amazing person in the entire world. I hate listening to her fucking lectures on how awesome she is and how she knows more than everyone else. Self-absorbed asshole is finally going away. Thank the maker.
wook77: (da2 kiss)
Finished and submitted by [livejournal.com profile] biowarebang fic but it looks like my artist dropped with no notice to anyone. So, um, yayes? This always seems to happen to me. I am normally the one that gets the pinch hit and, in all attempts to not be snarky, you can sort of tell the pinch hits.

The post office is fucking with me, yet again. I don't understand how they can continue to justify their existence when they fail so miserably.

I had a professional photographer come take pictures of my dogs for the "Hot Dogs of Tucson" calendar as I won the page for June. You can see my dogs here. You also get to see bits of my backyard. I'll prolly post a link to the calendar when it's available cause my puppies are the cutest.

I saw Deathly Hallows. As far as I'm concerned, Deamus is now movie canon. I had my qualms with HBP but this one really hit the mark. There were disappointments but for the most part, best acted and best part of the series. I enjoyed it a lot.

I'm writing for [livejournal.com profile] bb_shousetsu for this round. I'm about 90% done with it. Anyone up for a beta of original fic? It's sitting at about 11k right now.

I'm playing through Fable 3 again. I love this game.

Work continues to stress me out. We're closing the fiscal year and it's the worst close we've ever had. I was basically in tears by the end of Friday. So fucking horribly stressful. The weather isn't helping as it's really humid (shut up, 50% humidity is awful) and we've been having major air pressure changes and my head aches all the time from it. I've had a migraine and/or headache since last Saturday and it doesn't look like that's going to change anytime soon.

Date didn't happen. He wussed out about 45 minutes beforehand so whatever. Fuck him.

Thank you for all the chocolate heads, guys! I sent out about a billion of them because they're totally fun :D


Apr. 19th, 2011 11:50 am
wook77: (load of crap)

Name me a character! I will tell you:

* How I FEEEEEL about this character
* All the people I ship romantically with this character
* My non-romantic OTP for this character
* My unpopular opinion about this character
* One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

Work is work is work.

On my third playthrough of DA2. I've romanced Anders, Fenris and now, Isabela. I'm sort of enjoying all three and would love it if the game would give the opportunity for an orgy (excluding Merrill, cause that's just creepy to me).

I'm so beyond annoyed at the lady that rolled over my 401(k) into an IRA. I was told that it was a Roth IRA, received tax paperwork and filed said tax paperwork. Now she tells me that I shouldn't have received the tax paperwork and that my IRA is not a Roth IRA. I've had to ask her, four times so far, to send me the paperwork to make this into a Roth IRA. This has been going on since April of LAST YEAR. She didn't even think of following up until October when I emailed her back that I thought it was done. She then didn't follow up until I told her that I couldn't contribute to it correctly. Stupid fucking idiotic asshole. I got snippy on the phone with her. By snippy, I mean forceful and laid out all of my concerns in a polite manner even though I wanted to curse at her. It doesn't help that her style of communication bothers me. It takes her about 5 minutes to say something that should only take 30 seconds because of all her "um", "uh" and draaaagggggging out of random words. Plus, she has this really soft, insipid voice that does nothing to inspire confidence in knowledge.
wook77: (Gambit with Bo)
I started back at Fry's though I called out on Saturday. There were multiple reasons:

1.) My ankle hurt like a bitch.
2.) On Friday, my ankle was swollen enough that the skin looked about to split.
3.) I'm fucking tired.
4.) Wild Wild West Steampunk Convention.

so I went to the Wild Wild West Steampunk Convention and had an ZOMGAMAZING time. I'm really going to get into the costuming. I went to all sorts of panels on prop development and building along with character development and costuming. I've been writing out what my character would be all about. I think she's going to be a bounty hunter - fairly western in her gear, kick ass with a love of shoes.

It tailors in to a friend's (the one that went with me) character sheet of an airship pirate. We've decided that the story of our airship is a team of bounty hunters that fund themselves, in their "off time" as pirates. We met up with a bunch of Tucsonans that want to do more steampunk stuff so we're thinking of getting an airship team together.

I bought a new corset from an amazing company called "Damsel in this Dress". If you need a corset, I cannot recommend her enough. The entire thing was handsewn by her family members off of one of her designs. It's super amazing and can actually be worn as a vest in addition to a corset, all depending on the tightness of the lacing.

I saw a Steampunk Furry cause, yanno, why just pick one (as someone on twitter said)? I was super creeped by the Furry (because he had a giant schlong, srsly) but then, later on, we saw the person inside the costume walking around without the head on and omg. OH EM GEE. The person was like TWELVE. Had to have been under 18 and walking around with a giant FURRY SCHLONG OH JESUS MY EYES AND BRAIN.

My friend, M, and I are also looking to take leatherworking classes because we fell in love with all the various things that people made out of leather there. The prices were freaking ridiculously crazy, though, so I want to learn how to make my own pieces.

If you like steampunk, have you seen The League of S.T.E.A.M.? They do webisodes of them hunting supernatural creatures. One of them had a steam-powered holy water gun. Another had a "baby electric eel" powered stun gun (all right, the baby eels are a 9volt battery inside but whatever, pretend here ppl).

Finally, I bid on a vid at [livejournal.com profile] help_nz and got an AMAZING video for my small donation. find it here and please tell the vidder how awesome she is. She used You Give Love a Bad Name from Bon Jovi and omg, she timed everything so freaking well. akd;lfa;sdlfj I LOVE IT!
wook77: (underwear dance)
I was mocking discussing laundry habits with my sister. So, I wanted to see how abnormal or normal either of us are. Thus, time for a poll.

[Poll #1711054]
wook77: (mike lange - hunt moose on a harley)
Pima County might be on to be the 51st state? wut wut. LOL I love my area. See? Arizona isn't full of crazy asshole Republicans. There's funny Democrats down here!

my thread at [livejournal.com profile] help_nz.

H50 Friending Meme is still going on.

As for me - my older sister was visiting from Philadelphia this past week. We ended up heading to the Tucson Rodeo, which was a blast. She left today. She was surprisingly awesome while here.

I've been doing a lot more public speaking on employee engagement and motivation to a ton of organizations. I have 5 engagements booked in March and four in April. IDK why people find it hard to engage their employees. If you make it fun and you actually, oh IDK, TALK TO YOUR EMPLOYEES, you could probably get them to care more. Two of the engagements in March are for non-profit healthcare places that serve the under-privileged. I don't mind helping them but my advice is so simple that I feel dumb taking up their time for it.

What I really want to know is when did I suddenly become an expert that people are turning to? Like, seriously? When did this happen? How did this happen?

I start back at Fry's on Monday night. I honestly do not know how long working at Fry's will last as I've enjoyed my time away from there so much. I like having more free time. My wallet hates me but my sanity doesn't.

I'm really happy that Kovalev is back with the Pens. Personally, I think he's talented, got mad skills and he's hot. Plus, he did the game winner tonight so who am I to say that he shouldn't be there? I just miss Malkin *sad face*.

I have H50 fic to post tomorrow once I go through it one more time.

I miss my car. I haven't seen Thunder since December 6th and I was supposed to get him back over a week ago. Poor bb is all alone and hurt. (See picture here if you don't know what I'm babbling about...) I miss him so much not just because he's my car but because I'm tired of borrowing my mother's car. I want my own.
wook77: (blow up fandom)
Holy shit, I haven't done a real introduction since 2007 (here though I've obviously edited since then).

As I get new friends from the H50 Friending Meme, I thought I'd update to a new introduction.

under here )

Now tell me about you!
wook77: (christian - thinking)
On Thursday and Friday nights this past week, I volunteered at an emergency shelter. Tucson declared a state of emergency due to the cold and the fact that 14k people were without heat. Unfortunately, the shelter didn't get a lot of usage but, still, awesome idea.

During my time volunteering, I met some amazing people. There was the guy that gave up his condo in NYC to drive around in a beat-up Jeep and camp out in various places around the US. He was appalled that, whenever he asked anyone where the library was, they had no idea. It wasn't just Tucson, it was Seattle and Des Moines and Chicago and Pittsburgh and Philadelphia. We talked about books and writing for hours.

There was the guy that came in that had a bit of gas going into his house but he simply couldn't afford to heat his house. He chatted with me as he walked his cat around on a leash. We had brilliant conversations about his time in the military and how he felt a bit loss because he'd never found a job that fit quite like the military. He had problems relating to people and never once made eye contact with me. He told me that I was the first person he'd talked to for more than a few minutes, at least in three years. Three years of not having anything more than a cursory conversation with someone.

There was the homeless man who had a service chihuahua. The dog was there for seizures and for mental health issues. It was freezing so the man came in from the cold only for his dog. If it hadn't been for the dog, he would've stayed right outside, he proudly told me. He was very withdrawn and only responded when asked about his dog.

But the one set of people I met that has me wrenched up in a navel-gazing sort of way was the 13 year old girl I met. (I'll call her "A") She came in with her father and they had two cats that walked on a leash. One was fixed and the other wasn't. It wasn't until they'd been at the shelter for three hours that she gave an interview to one of the reporters that showed up. When the reporter asked her how long they'd been without gas, she looked at him, blinked and said that there was plenty of gas in their car. It's just it was nice to sleep in a real bed.

A and her father (always father, never dad or daddy. always father) had been living in their car for two months. This time. They'd had a place for a few months before that but before that, they'd been living in the car. In the past year, she'd been living in the car over 6 months. A car.

Both her and her father had very limited social skills. The first night, they barely talked to anyone. They were polite but withdrawn. A was proud to admit that she'd started her first college class (13 and going to college and homeless). Other than that, they didn't speak. The second night, I greeted them by name, ushered them into the shelter with a smile and found myself talking to both her and her dad. It was hard to navigate the conversation, to keep it away from things they found intrusive (questions like, "are you warm enough here" and asked because the first night, the boiler malfunctioned and the place's temperature sank to 55, was far too personal). I talked to them about their animals and the importance of spaying and neutering. The father mentioned that one of my co-workers had mentioned a free neuter but he wasn't interested. We talked about health risks and ensuring that the animals kept all their shots up to date.

I took a moment to introduce everyone to my replacement, ensuring that my replacement volunteer knew the minefield and could make better decisions than I had the night before, and went on my way.

This morning, I got a call from the co-worker (who is a high mucketymuck at work and not just a grunt like me) that the father had agreed to neuter his cat and that it was all "your fault". I've never been so grateful to hear the words "your fault".

But, really, I wonder about the impact I had. Anyone who has been on my flist for awhile can tell you that, every year, for my birthday and for Christmas, I ask people to give to the needy, to look through their closets and downsize their stuff. I ask people to donate to local charities and take the time to volunteer if they can. I'm really good at the lip service to these causes.

However, I've learned that I still suffer from the "not in my backyard" syndrome. Sure, there's a problem with homeless families but, really, not in Tucson. We're a very generous small city. And, really, if it's a homeless family, it's female-led. That's why it's important to have safe places for families to go. Except that most homeless shelters don't really plan for male-led homeless families so where did this father/daughter combo have to go that wouldn't separate them?

The other part that really got me was that each person that I spoke to told me about how awesome the libraries are, how important they are for a safe haven and the opportunities they presented. To A, they meant a place where she could work on her college and high school classes. To the traveler, they meant a place where he can get a book, brush up on his skills and take a moment to rest somewhere warm/cool. To another gentleman, they meant a place where he could just be. It was rare that I heard about the importance of the books but, instead, they talked about the librarians that helped them without judgment and the rare one that did judge. They talked about how it was a shame that libraries weren't treated with respect anymore. They talked about how people abuse the library, stealing books that others want to enjoy.

And I sat there, knowing full well that I owe twenty-five dollars in fines to the library that I can easily repay but I've been too fucking lazy to do and I was so ashamed at that moment (and now). So, Monday, I'll be calling the main branch and having my credit card charged for my fines. I'll be making a donation, too. I'm going to work harder at my classes.

I'm reassessing what I've been doing and how I look at the world. It's all navel gazing but, really, sometimes you need something to rock you out of complacency and I have to thank A for that.

Sorry this is so long and not under a cut but it feels wrong to hide their stories under a cut. These people are hidden away so much by society already that I feel ashamed for trying to hide them again. So, no cut and you can flay me for it, if you'd like.
wook77: (mike lange - witness)
Many thanks for your good wishes yesterday, I needed them this morning!

This hearing was regarding the December 5th accident when a driver from a local transport company decided to make an unsafe lane change, cut me off and then slam on his brakes on a green arrow. Considering he was so close to me that I couldn't even see his license plate, there was no way for me to stop and, thus, I hit him, totalling my poor poor Eclipse.

Anyway, so the cop shows up and asks what happens. He spent about a minute talking to me before spending 10 minutes talking to the other officer that showed up about how she was getting off shift in 9 minutes and how she wasn't "doing no damned paperwork". He proceeded to then spend about 15 minutes talking to the other driver, at one point saying "women drivers, what can you do?". (yeah, he went there)

Then he cited me for failure to control my vehicle to avoid an accident. Which, bullshit. So I went to court at the beginning of January to have a hearing to determine if I could have a hearing (yeah, you read that right). It was deemed allowable and today was the hearing. The officer showed up and started waving about his giant cock of doom with a bunch of "in my 25 years of experience" and "statistics point to". So then the judge asked me about my side. I asked for the video tape from the camera at the intersection. Turns out that the cameras have never been turned on and will not be turned on in the foreseeable future.

Anywhhoooo, I told the judge what happened, mentioning that the other driver crossed a giant divider that should've functioned the same as a concrete divider Gandalf-style "YOU SHALL NOT PASS". Judge asked me if I mentioned this to the police officer and I told her that he'd spoken to me for less than a minute before doing the citation. She asked him about the investigation and then, before I could say anything else (ie, BULLSHIT on his investigation. He didn't do ANYTHING he said he did), she said she was ready for her ruling.

Not only did she dismiss the charge but she also cautioned the police officer to do a more thorough investigation in the future before wasting the court's time. :D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D AND I didn't even have to tell her about his "women drivers" comment! So all charges dropped and my insurance will not go up as this is not a chargeable offense to me as the court officially decided on that. :D

Still, I'll be driving like grandma as soon as I get my car back. I have a feeling, from his infantile reaction to the ending (he slammed his hand against the table and the swiped his papers off the desk before stomping to the door), that he'll be looking for me.

Under the cut is a picture of my poor car :(

Mah Poor Thunderlicious )

And since it's been requested - under this next cut is an x-ray picture of my ankle with the pins in it. Considering I faint at the sight of blood, I have to say that this isn't all that gruesome.

Mah Poor Ankle )

So yeah. Today wasn't a bad day. Plus, it was super productive if just because I wore heels for about an hour and a half today. It was AMAZING even if it hurt eventually.

I just wish it wasn't so cold. My ankle aches so bad with the cold. It topped out at 34 today here in AZ. No thank you.

Who else watched the Penguins game tonight?! Dude. Brett Johnson is my hero! I ♥ him so much. Freaking goalie fight, man. It was literally two hits - Johnson hitting DiPietro and then DiPietro hitting the ground. AHAHAHA AWESOME

ETA: It's already on youtube God I love the age of the internet. I could watch that all night.
wook77: (Chin can mount my bike anytime)
I spent yesterday in a round of awful errands. First up was waking in a panic as my sister's dog fell out of the car and my mum freaked. So, after getting him in the car, again, then dressing, then taking hiim to the vet then bringing him home, I got the joy of the DMV.

I needed to get a salvage title so the insurance would give me the money to fix my car. (remember that, it's important...) So I go to the DMV and the lady behind the counter explains to me that I have to get my car inspected to get the salvage title. To get the inspection, my car has to be fixed. This prompts me to explain that to get my car fixed, I need the salvage title. She didn't get it. So I went through the whole thing - to get my car fixed, I need the salvage title. To get the salvage title, I need an inspection. To get the inspection, I need to get my car fixed. But to get my car fixed, I need the salvage title. She finally gets a clue and, after an hour, finds out that she can override the issue that is causing this whole clusterfuck. The issue? Well, 7 years ago when I registered my car, turns out that someone didn't enter "15" in one of the data entry areas. That's it. That was the entire issue. Salvage title in hand, I then proceeded to make the mistake of asking for an updated driver's license. Back to the end of the line I went and, 1.5 hours later, left the DMV.

Only to journey to the post office where I made my third attempt to mail off my final Cross-stitch for the [livejournal.com profile] help_haiti auction. Turns out that Australian post really doesn't like me. $35.50 later, it's on its way to Australia. Hopefully it makes it there. I also mailed off a package for my sister.

Then I went to the bank where I made a deposit for my sister.

Then I went to the grocery store for my sister.

In there, I also went to the doctor's office and got some scans done. I get home, crawl into a bed for a well-deserved nap to replace the sleep my sister's dog cost me and... my sister wakes me up to "say thanks" for running her errands for her. MOTHERFUCKER. Less than half an hour of a nap. She then couldn't understand why I was pissed off about it. WTF?!

Anyway - tomorrow, I have my court appearance for when I got cited when a dude cut in front of me after making an unsafe lane change and then slammed on his brakes on a green light. (Coincidentally, the accident causing the visit to the DMV)

If all things go correctly, I get my car back in two to three weeks. My luck says that it takes longer than that.
wook77: (bffs)
An update about moi in the continuing saga of "wook has no luck".

I had my ankle surgery on Friday. It freaking hurts but I started putting weight on it Saturday as I walked around the house. I did stairs tonight! Which means 2 things: 1.) my own bed and 2.) SHOWER! or, at least, partial shower! I just had to wrap the right leg in a garbage bag and tape it off so it doesn't get wet and then I'm able to shower. woooohooo!

I now know how gross my hair gets after 4 days of not washing it. The answer is "very gross".

My chest still aches and so does my left middle toe. My knee, hips and wrist also still hurt but everything is slowly feeling better. I have bruises on my bruises.

I keep falling asleep like an old man. I'll be in the middle of a conversation and just pass right out. Awkward... I think I've gained weight, too, considering that I've been flat on my back for almost a week.

Worst part is that the package I keep trying to ship to Australia keeps coming back to me. So I emailed the poor lady to tell her about the two different accidents and now she's had one of her own. It's like I'm a vortex of suck :( No one else has been dragged in, have they?

I go to pick up my handicapped tag at the DMV tomorrow. I have to finish shopping for my family.

I am finished with classes for the semester. I still haven't completed my background check to take a class next semester. This is rather hilarious in a burning irony sort of way. I am taking a class on sexuality (it has a really long title but it's basically about LGBT sexuality) and the only place that it's offered is on the local Air Force Base. LOL at the DADT and sexuality class collision. Except DADT got repealed! WEEHEE!

IDK if I've ever mentioned this here but my father is a very narrowminded Republican. We had a great discussion on why DADT is a bad idea and why equality matters. I think I actually got through to him. I know, color me surprised.

And now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to finish curling up in my own bed. Me/my bed are OTP *snuggles*
wook77: (mike lange - you'd have to be here to be)
My life is a soap opera. On December 5th, I had a minor accident, making my record 10 car accidents not my fault. Basically, some dude attempted a left turn from the straight ahead lane right in front of me. Only, instead of continuing his turn, he stopped dead. On a green light. Fucker. So I dented my hood. Got a call today from the shop that it's been at since that the adjuster FINALLY came out and wants to total my car. I cannot afford to do that. UGH.

But it gets better. I was in a rental since 12/5. However, on Monday night, I had ANOTHER car accident. This one totaled my rental car. I was heading west in the straight-ahead lane when a fucker made a left turn in front of me. I had the rightaway but he decided to tag along on a dude that was cutting it really close. I was going about 45 mph and ended up with a broken right ankle, a broken middle toe on my left foot, major chest pains, bone bruises on all my ribs and my sternum, a torqued right hip, a torqued right knee, a torqued right wrist. My hips are also shredded from the seatbelt.

I need surgery on my ankle, which I find out tomorrow how bad my surgery will be. I will either need a pin, a plate, or a plate AND a pin. I basically broke my tibia where the little stickyout bit on your inner ankle is. I spent 7 hours in the ER on Monday and liveblogged it for the poor people that follow me on Twitter. They now allow smartphones in the ER. Guess I don't need to pretend to be the nanny anymore? :P

I'm on percoset which keeps making me dizzy but isn't doing much for my ankle. The break wasn't too awful comparatively until I got home from hospital on Monday when I wacked it against concrete. That was followed up by my dad tripping over my foot the next day.

I'm somehow supposed to be using crutches except for the fact that I have a broken toe on my "good foot" and no chest muscles. I can't even wash my own hair. It's the little things you miss, you know? So humbling not to be able to shower without assistance. My mum had to wash my hair. My sister has to lift me in and out of bed. I can barely hobble into the loo.

All this aside, I'm better off than I could've been. There was a dude that OD'd next to me in hospital. Then there was a dude that was airlifted into hospital that was bleeding out across the hall from me. So, in the scheme of things, I'm better than I could've been. Honestly, the worst part (besides the throbbing ankle) is that I was stuck in a neck brace for over 5 hours and I wasn't allowed to pee for 6 hours. I was pretty shocky that first night so the pain didn't really register.

The lolarious part is that they actually had to pry my phone out of my hand to treat me. I freaked when they put it out of reach. Poor nurses having to deal with freaking out wook :( I feel awful for them. My mum stayed with me and did a great job holding it together. She only cried once. I guess I looked pretty bad at first.

The best part is that I've been inundated with lots of love, some from very unexpected sources. Coworkers at both jobs have sent flowers and stuff. If only they would send frozen Snickers bars :P

Anyway, I could use some good thoughts out into the universe because, srsly, I am having the worst karma ever right now.
wook77: (blow up fandom)
My racism/minority groups class is depressing me and not due to subject matter, either. I really thought that in a class that has an entire segment of the textbook that addresses the fallacy of "some of my best friends are..." that I wouldn't receive a comment that stated that "over-the-top portrayals of gays is all right because one of my best friends is gay and he laughs at himself all the time". Um, dude, just cause you find campy stereotypes of gay people to be lolarious doesn't mean that everyone does. I shouldn't have to explain the segment of the motherfucking textbook to you. I also shouldn't have to explain that his vote doesn't cancel out my vote and that makes it all right that the only portrayals of gays on mainstream television are the campy ones that never have a relationship.

Ugh, I did it anyway but, still. So much depressing bits because I shouldn't have to do it in a class based on racism and minority groups.

Then again, this entire weekend has been filled with this. I had to defriend someone yesterday (and block them from my LJ) when they decided to post a vitriolic, Islamaphobic diatribe as an "honor to 9/11". It is not honoring the people that died on 9/11 to post nasty, hate-filled, accusatory and negative stereotypes in an attack on Muslims. Cause, guess what? There were some *gasp* Muslims that died on 9/11 that weren't the hijackers, so STFU, bigoted doucherocket. Stop using a tragedy to justify your hatred. Otherwise, don't be surprised when someone whips out the Oklahoma City Bombing as a reason to hate all Christians. Face it, there are extremists of every religion out there. I shouldn't have to explain this but, dude, guess I do.

I also spent the weekend working and shopping for books. I got a bunch of awesome old skool romance novels to laugh at read and enjoy in addition to some awesome cookbooks, fantastic movies and Wiilliam Shatner's Star Trek Memories. OMG DID I SCORE OR WHAT!? The Shatman's memories of being on the Star Trek set! EEEEEEE PLUS OMG! I got a cd of his music and three books that he authored! It was Shatmanapalooza!

How was your weekend?

January 2012



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