clock / bang
Apr. 17th, 2007 11:49 amI had a rather good weekend, what with hanging out with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
vvalkyri and company at Macaroni Grill on Friday night, a bit of boardgaming Satyrday afternoon, and then elf's delightful housewarming Satyrday evening. Sunday afternoon was kinda iffy but at least laundry got done.
My alarm clock that I've had since, oh, before freshman year of high school, finally took one too many dives off my bedside table, and the buttons stopped working. "No problem," says I, "I'll get it replaced eventually. As long as the power doesn't go out, causing me to have to reset the time, I'll be fine." Cue stupid super-windy storms causing all kinds of power flickers Sunday evening/night. So yesterday I acquired a new clock. It is bloody difficult to find a clock that doesn't have a radio attached. I managed it by getting one in blue, which is taking a surprising amount of getting used to. It keeps time, though, and it's mostly readable without my glasses on if I squint enough.
As for the shooting . . . maybe it's too big, maybe it's too remote. I can't take it in at all. I hear about it and I think 'this is awful' but I can't seem to get past that. Pretty much everyone I know at Tech checked in within a couple of hours. Email on the Rabbits list, a call from my father, contact from various other people, and all I had was "yeah, it's pretty bad." It's a horrible thing. It happened at one of a number of places that used to be "home" and aren't anymore. I push it to the back of my mind and go on with my life. It's being awful for a number of people I know and I can sympathize with them about that, but it didn't really happen to me so "sympathy" is all I got.
Pasta and peppers and conversation last night, chicken a la king (a dish so easy it is almost criminal to refer to making it as "cooking") and techno-caveman gaming tonight, and likely dinner with my parents on Thursday. (And books and spacewarming and possibly that place where they pour meat down your throat on Satyrday.) My crabappple tree is in bloom. Life carries on.
vvalkyri and company at Macaroni Grill on Friday night, a bit of boardgaming Satyrday afternoon, and then elf's delightful housewarming Satyrday evening. Sunday afternoon was kinda iffy but at least laundry got done.My alarm clock that I've had since, oh, before freshman year of high school, finally took one too many dives off my bedside table, and the buttons stopped working. "No problem," says I, "I'll get it replaced eventually. As long as the power doesn't go out, causing me to have to reset the time, I'll be fine." Cue stupid super-windy storms causing all kinds of power flickers Sunday evening/night. So yesterday I acquired a new clock. It is bloody difficult to find a clock that doesn't have a radio attached. I managed it by getting one in blue, which is taking a surprising amount of getting used to. It keeps time, though, and it's mostly readable without my glasses on if I squint enough.
As for the shooting . . . maybe it's too big, maybe it's too remote. I can't take it in at all. I hear about it and I think 'this is awful' but I can't seem to get past that. Pretty much everyone I know at Tech checked in within a couple of hours. Email on the Rabbits list, a call from my father, contact from various other people, and all I had was "yeah, it's pretty bad." It's a horrible thing. It happened at one of a number of places that used to be "home" and aren't anymore. I push it to the back of my mind and go on with my life. It's being awful for a number of people I know and I can sympathize with them about that, but it didn't really happen to me so "sympathy" is all I got.
Pasta and peppers and conversation last night, chicken a la king (a dish so easy it is almost criminal to refer to making it as "cooking") and techno-caveman gaming tonight, and likely dinner with my parents on Thursday. (And books and spacewarming and possibly that place where they pour meat down your throat on Satyrday.) My crabappple tree is in bloom. Life carries on.
