Log in

No account? Create an account
Halcyone's Journal [entries|friends|calendar]

[ userinfo | livejournal userinfo ]
[ calendar | livejournal calendar ]

it's a public service [25 Mar 2005|09:36am]
Query Letters I Love
post comment

[24 Mar 2005|12:16pm]
Somebody, please explain the point of this: Free pint coupon

I'll buy you one, if you can give me a satisfactory explanation.
1 comment|post comment

[18 Feb 2005|04:50pm]
Do you feel holy, punk?
post comment

unsolicited advice [21 Jan 2005|05:54pm]
I spent a little time in a lovely coffee shop yesterday morning. I was checking my email and trying to get assistance with my truck, which was being stubborn about oil related things. I sat down in one of the few tables that were open, I seemed to have stepped in at a peak moment in business. Thankfully a table in back has opened up, so I thought I had a very nice little hiding place because I had wall to two sides. I sat down with my chai, set up my laptop and made a phone call to the nice people at the Ford Dealership. Now, I'm not generally big on dealerships and I didn't even buy my truck there, but my dad had recommended them for getting my truck tuned up a while back and they were so nice and pleasant during that, I had chanced to use them again when my truck's check engine light kept coming on after I had it smogged. When I explained that problem to Al (the nice guy who seems to be the head of the service department) he had me bring my truck over and fixed the problem by putting a small cap back on a small valve. He charged me nothing for this, and I have since felt that calling him is a very viable option. So, I put in a call and had to leave a message as no one was picking up the phone in the service department at the time. This done I turned back to my chai and my computer, only to be interrupted by the guy at the table next to mine. Apparently he needed to weigh in on the subject. Of course, all he ended up telling me was that I was doing the right thing. Perhaps a validation someone else might have needed, but not one I was desperately looking for. I was here to be useful on my computer while not driving my truck around while the check oil light was persistently glaring at me. I know that this is the right thing to do. But this man, who told me himself that he is not a mechanic, talked to me in a very slow voice and imparted nothing of use. He mentioned the oil pump which was vaguely interesting, expect that from my observations all of the oil was at a very high point in my truck, which would suggest to me that the oil pump is working just fine as usually these things flow downward and not upward. My truck is not that talented. Still, this man explained that there is this device called a water pump and sometimes in vehicles there is also a pump, like the one for water, only it's for oil. Ah yes, the very rare and hard to find oil pump. Nope, never heard of one of those. Just the dumb pretty girl in desperate need of rescue here and clearly you're up for the job.

Okay, stopping the rant about one annoying old enough to be my father guy to mention that I have just been leered at by another one. I think that's happened at least three times today. Sometimes it's nice not to be seen. Nice to be ignored. Nice to be left the hell alone.

Have I mentioned that I'm recovering from disease and therefore am some what cranky?

Anyway, back to moron number whatever (if I actually kept count I would be in the thousands by now)... so, this guy kept talking really slowly and repeating himself and not being helpful in anyway for a good ten minutes I swear. All the while I am waiting for my call to be returned. Finally he decides that he needs to go to the bathroom and get on with his life. Information that has to be shared with me, of course. What would I ever do without that priceless gem? Then he proceeds to not move for another minute or two, while I'm still desperately trying to spend just a little time with my computer and he's still droning. I love that coffee shop, but that was scarring, tonight I sit in the shop's sister store and originator across town, unmolested. Then again, the nice barrista girl managed to completely forget about the lasagna that she was warming up for me so I finally had to go ask for it. Sigh.
post comment

plea for help [20 Jan 2005|11:17am]
I am not going to take the time to do a detailed post at this moment. I am moving towards a more post happy life. But for now, a friend of mine is facing yet another difficult bump in her life, read all about it here. She was recently involved in a serious car crash that left her in the hospital for weeks, this can be read about here. If anyone out there has any information which can help her mother in her battle against cancer (again) it would be greatly appreciated. Feel free to link or respond in any useful way you've got available to you. Thanks.
post comment

[16 Jan 2005|10:35pm]
post comment

[13 Oct 2004|02:25pm]
How to Watch Tonight's Debate
post comment

[26 Sep 2004|12:13pm]
post comment

reviving an old tradition [09 Sep 2004|10:18am]
The president who mistook his wife for a hat.
post comment

right now.... [25 Aug 2004|02:49pm]
I am in a small local cafe in Grass Valley that has decided to give wi fi to it's customers for free. I am sitting here enjoying the ammenities of an excellent internet connection, good food and drink and the excellent choices of music made by the employees today. This is wonderful. Even with the exhaustion that has been creeping in for weeks. I've spent the last two weeks working every day. Last Wednesday I worked at two post offices. It's enough to tire a girl out. Yes, I've had my Sundays off, but that's mostly a technicality. For instance, last Sunday was spent going to my sister's soccer game in Marysville (this involved waking up earlier than is reasonable yet again), helping a friend move and finally getting together with my brother to discuss story ideas and watch What the Bleep do We Know (you may remember this film from a previous endorsment found in this very journal). The Sunday prior involved a similar lack of time spent resting and at home. The movie from that night was called The Twilight Samurai, which is an excellent Japanese film that I highly reccomend. (All this Sunday movie watching comes from the passion of the local theater mogul. Actually, the Nevada Theater Film series is how it all started, the rest of the theaters came over time. Yes, my town has a monopoly when it comes to movie theater owner. Thank goodness the people who own them love film and have good taste. We get all of the big films up here but we tend to get all of the good ones too. Aren't I lucky? The list of movies I still need to see this summer is rather impossibly long, but I'll do what I can.

The good news is that I think I'm going to avail myself of this connection on a semi regular basis. I seem to be free to choose to work as much as I like at Browns Valley these days and with my new determination to take the ceramics class at Sierra College I might find myself coming in here twice a week. This could lead to actually being able to play online in a more reasonable way. At home my connection tends to cut out so much as to make many online activities nearly impossible. I'm moving slowly with this new found freedom right now, but I'm pretty sure that this has a lot to do with the fact that my current state is one in which sleep is about to overcome me at any moment.
2 comments|post comment

couldn't resist.... [25 Aug 2004|02:26pm]

What kind of God are you?
Favourite Color
You earthly time was spent Raining torrents of blood while sailing over the prostrate masses in an iron chariot
Your throne is A towering onyx chair, reflecting perpetual moonlight, adorned with the skulls of the vanquished
You wear A rainbow for a sash, and mountains for shoes
Your Godly superpower is Unresistable charm and sensuality, drawing lovers, friends and enemies into your orgasmic grasp
This Quiz by pelagicboreas - Taken 7624 Times.
New! Get Free Daily Horoscopes from Kwiz.Biz

post comment

What the #$BLEEP*! Do We Know!? [21 Aug 2004|05:26pm]

Just go see it. I am too tired to go into detail right now and I have to work in the way too early morning.
post comment

[11 Aug 2004|11:15pm]
Happy birthday bdbdb!!!
1 comment|post comment

[29 Jul 2004|05:37pm]
He deserves Paradise who makes his companions laugh. - the Koran

Now, I'm not telling where I found this and I haven't done my homework to make sure that this really is a quote from the Koran, but I sure wish that all the fanatics out there would spend a lot more time worrying about quotes like this, I think that they would immensely improve the quality of life available to themselves and their companions and maybe they'd find better ways to relate to the world than killing people. Or maybe I'm over estimating the power of laughter, I do think that Islam would have a more positive face in many people's minds if quotes such as this one got more attention and adhereance.
post comment

[20 Jul 2004|04:09pm]
I think that everyone who can should help out my cousin: http://www.livejournal.com/users/yojohyenaho/114064.html
post comment

conversation [19 Jul 2004|03:44pm]
I haven't been much for communication as of late. I can tell because I haven't been writing many emails or posting here, but the thing that really drove it home was when a friend called me today. Actually, he called my house and my sister took the message because I'm house sitting at the moment. She then called me and passed the info on. I called him back and then had to deal with the fact that my brain is more or less on vacation. Interacting with someone over the phone was something that I was totally unprepared to deal with at that moment. We said hi and then he asked me how I was doing. I replied that I was fine (which is true) and I'm pretty sure I didn't even ask him how he was doing. It was as though all ability to hold a normal conversation had fled. I was left trying to explain that I was fine, nothing was wrong except my ability to communicate was gone. Poor Erik was thinking that I was trying to cover up some horrible something, but I was just suffering from the inability to talk my way out of a cardboard box if my life depended on it. Not a problem I'm familiar with as words and I usually get along so well. I managed to ask him about recent events in his life and was delighted to learn that his move had gone well and he's really enjoying settling into his new place. I'm very happy for him and maybe by the time he's back in town next week, I'll be less tongue tied. Or maybe it won't matter face to face as I am still managing those conversations with relative ease. Sigh.
2 comments|post comment

browncoats [14 Jul 2004|03:15pm]
Okay, I want to have a chance to compete for fun and prizes, so I'm joining the Browncoats (yes, I admit it, I just want Serenity swag). However, altruistic soul that I am, I am offering this opportunity for anyone already joined up to recruit me (thereby adding to their own point totals). So, if you or anyone you know is already signed up, let me know and maybe we can work something out.
post comment

clay [13 Jul 2004|11:24pm]
I impressed my brother tonight, and possibly annoyed him greatly. I went with him to his clay class. Now mind you, he's been doing clay for years now, since early on in high school. My brother has given various clay things away as gifts for years, he's very good. So I went with him tonight. To mess around, to learn a little, get my hands dirty. Well, I got my hands dirty and my clay wet. I made three throws and my brother let me keep the last one. It wasn't an eight inch cylinder, but it was a lovely three inch cat bowl. His pottery teacher invited me back and one of his classmates repeatedly expressed his annoyance at my apparent ease of throwing. Well, it took a lot of concentration and I can tell you in no uncertain terms that I have vast amount of learning left to do. I won't, however, deny for one minute my delight in having performed so well on my first time out. Of course, there remains the task of trimming followed by the ultimate test of firing (many a pot meets it's doom in the intense heat of the kiln), so my accomplishment is only partial at this point in time, but I am still thrilled.
2 comments|post comment

[13 Jul 2004|11:14pm]
Dear Kelly,

I'm a dumbass. Sorry about that. I was driving home before I even realized how I'd completely failed you. I believe that soccer is happening again tomorrow, so I can send your stuff along for the ride, and failing that, I need to get hay on Thurs. so perhaps we could do some getting together, possibly some play watching and definitely a stuff return. Again, so sorry.

1 comment|post comment

good deeds part two [27 Jun 2004|01:57pm]
if you haven't already, please read part one first.

Dan holds my hand all the way to the car, begging for me to reconsider. We spend the next five minutes watching my brother clear stuff out of his backseat and S create her own little drama talking to Nick, some how she ends up crying, with Nick trying to comfort her without involving body contact. Dan is clinging to me, mostly hiding behind me, but he comes out to tell me that he is annoyed by S's crying, I have to say, I don't really blame him. I admit that I haven't been paying much attention to the conversation, but the crying seems unnecessary, inappropriate and if I thought she had it in her, calculating. Tears get used as weapons far too often (says the girl who had tears streaming down her face for most of the movie, but I'm going to argue that that is a different situation).. Finally, everything is rearranged and there is room for three people in the backseat all we have to do is get in and we'll be on our way. Nick heads for the front seat, but my brother tells him that he's in back, thankfully there is no argument. I extract myself from Dan's embrace and say goodbye. He leaves looking far from thrilled and I keep thinking poor Dan, he thinks I'm going to end up in a ditch by the side of the road. I know better, but he's going to worry no matter what. Poor Dan. Hope I didn't ruin his night.

By the time we all pile in the car (we have to insist on seatbelts all around, our passengers are too grateful to put up much of an argument even though it quickly becomes clear that the mechanics of just a seatbelt are a bit much for them. I will give them the excuse that they were pretty tightly packed back there, but still...). What I discover upon getting into the car (besides an old book on trains that I cling to for most of the ride) is that we have to make a couple of stops for our tagalongs to get their stuff. (See, they're clearing out of town, they hate this place. They go on at length about the evilness of the cops around here, which is sadly not far off the mark. Mind you, I'm sure that some of the cops around here are good people, but I'm too aware of the bad things that have gone down in the area due to bad cops. I don't blame these people for wanting to get as far away as possible). Elzeard also had a couple of stops he needed to make, but we forego them because we are already cutting things close, we have an hour to make the movie and while that's doable, it's very tight.

The first stop is Fern's (or possibly Fawn's) house. She lives right across from the graveyard where I later find out Nick found these people to begin with. T's stuff is up in the graveyard, so he's off to collect it while S is getting her stuff from Fern's place. This takes much longer than any of us want, my brother and I keep shooting Nick dirty looks. Nick is trying to convince us that "This is the party!". Nick has a weird obsession with "the party", which is where ever he is, if my brother is there or something like that that I have yet to figure out. Anyway, despite Nick's protestations, we're sorely tempted to just drive off. The only reason that we don't is because we're not sure if we have anything of their's in the trunk. The minutes are ticking by and I'm thinking that maybe I should just go back to my truck, I want to see the damn previews and the last movie I paid to see, I missed the first five minutes of, which does not make me a happy camper. But I sit tight, telling myself, it's gonna be a good story. To spare you the suspense, we miss the previews and the first minute or two of the film, but that comes later in the story.

T finally returns from the cemetary laden with an assortment of brightly colored backpacks and bags all stuffed and bulging. Elzeard gets out to open the trunk and pack these things away, I can feel the car rock as they shove every thing in. S want's to give Fern money, but T has all the money (remember, he went off and did the check cashing thing) and he doesn't want part with it. So they argue, T parts with a small portion of the money, but S wants to give Fern more. As they argue the minutes continue to tick by, and with no real options and no end to the argument in sight, we exert pressure of the "we're going to drive off without you" variety. Finally, they climb back in with S calling out "I love yoooou Fern" and we're finally able to depart. Immediately, T is insisting that we have to make another stop for one more bag. This is when my brother decides that we will skip the two stops he had intended to make in hopes of speeding our exit from this town. We manage to extract directions from T, of course, he continues to give them very loudly in my ear even after I've tried to explain that we know where we're going. So we stop and wait for T to get this last bag, which looks a lot like a couple of bags, jacket or two and a half full four liter bottle of diet soda that appears to be lacking a cap that upon his return. He piles in and at last we're on our way for real. Or at least, that's what I thought.

We'd barely made it out of the parking lot when T has extracted another bottle from his pack, this one is not soda, it's about a quarter full 750 mL bottle of what appears to be vodka. Nick is trying to convince them to put it away in the back seat while T is insisting that they just need to finish it off. T and S are taking turns swigging from the bottle and S doesn't seem to be getting the better end of the deal. As soon as I confirmed that it was indeed a bottle of alcohol back there, I told Elzeard to pull off into the nearest parking lot, which thankfully was easily done at that moment. We pulled off and parked saying that we weren't going anywhere with an open bottle in the car. For a moment T and S seemed determined to try and down it, but S was clearly not up for much drinking at this point in time (there were several minutes when I feared that we were going to add the aroma of puke to the already pungent smells that permeated the car despite all the windows being down and the fan being all the way up - thank god for warm summer nights). Finally, T was convinced to devest himself of the booze in a more timely fasion, we all thought that he would simply pour the alcohol out and stash the bottle for appropriate disposal later, but no, he tossed the whole bottle out the window at the little parking lot devider in front of us. I watched a thin stream of alcohol splash across the front of the white car sitting across from us and briefly felt sorry for the people who owned it. But relief was a much bigger factor despite the undesirable littering factor. We could finally get going for real and that was enough to sustain me. Even through the abandonment of the bottle of soda that happened moments later was we were leaving the parking lot. At least it wouldn't get spilled in the back of my brother's new car and that was a good thing, as was our departure, the sooner we made it to Roseville the sooner we could bid these people adieu and the more airflow we got the better.

(to be continued in part three)
post comment

[ viewing | most recent entries ]
[ go | earlier ]