Song of the Day for Today!

Song of the day! For Saturday!

In other news, 103.9 is now a classic rock station...craziness!

Song for Friday!

Song for Thursday!

This semester is brutal.

Mostly because I have so many in person classes, but really, it's that I planned my schedule poorly. It seems I'd forgotten how irritating it is to have classes until 10pm 4 nights a week. Particularly since my shift starts at 5am and I also have classes on my lunch break leaving me little/no time to eat...ever.

*sigh*

Such is life I suppose. But aside from that the semester is going swimmingly.

Speaking of swimmingly, the fish situation here is ridiculous. I wish you could see it. I'll have to post some videos for you, because it's hilarious. Goose has been complaining that we're on the verge of looking crazy, but I got her a 55 gallon tank Friday and an Oscar so now she's back on board with my crazy fish adventure. I'd list the tanks for you, but I think Goose might accuse me of flaunting our decent into madness so I'll hold off.

In other fish news, I aquascaped The Peaquod today (finally!!!) and it is amazing. Pictures soon.

I hope your tongue is feeling at least a little better. We miss you terribly. lots of love. <3

Have I told you lately...

That you're a badass?

I know that that's the sort of thing that you and I, we just know inherently, but I feel that at times like these (you know, when you bite your tongue off and then have 3 surgeries to reattach it, and then go back to work the next day unable to talk and in a neck brace) that you maybe deserve to hear it a little more than usual.

You're insane. Insane in that angry, driven, can't f*cking keep me down until I say you can kind of way.

And I love you.

Tons.

I sent you a series of text messages today to try to spare you the agony of speaking on the phone, but alas I was at work where I get practically NO reception and so I'm sure that those that made it to you were probably out of order with several whole messages missing in the middle. In the future I will either text you from home OR call you and leave you rambling voicemails to which you can respond via text.

That is, unless you can come up with a better system of communication. For the record, I'm totally open to smoke signals. . .also carrier pigeons. . .just throwing it out there.


And remember, if you're feeling cold and broken and miserable, that we'll always find a way to get you home. Just say the word.


Love and stuff. (Even more than usual today.)
LittleFoot (and Goose) <3

Song for Yesterday.

Monday Sing Along.

Brittney Spears, eat your heart out.

Nondescript.

Oh Dear Friend! I REALLY hope you're feeling better by now, but I suspect you're mostly feeling hopped up on morphine. Please call me when you can. Or text me, I guess, depending on the condition of your face.

Someone, who I'm assuming was QD, sent me a super nondescript message to let me know something was up. And by nondescript, I mean a picture of you looking dead with no text. Lol. So I died inside, and frantically set about trying to contact you. Now, please keep in mind that my phone is practically a million years old so the picture was really hard to see, but I should have assumed you'd be in no shape to talk. I got no answer on the phone, but I did get a reply from QD saying you were fine, just a little cut or something, and I forwarded the pic to Goose.

Now, Goose has a MUCH better phone than me, and it was immediately clear that the previous message was a bit of an understatement. (You can't fool me!) So, now I expect - nay, require the full story. From start to finish, with no detail left out or un-embellished.

Also, please know that this only serves to reinforce my deep-rooted fear of snow.

That being said, I really really REALLY hope you're okay and on enough drugs to keep you comfortable. Also, I'm super worried and I WILL have an aneurism if you don't call to let me know what's up.

All the love in the world,
LittleFoot and Goose.

That's how my love goes.

Song of the Day!



Strangelove
Strange highs and strange lows
Strangelove
That's how my love goes
Strangelove
Will you give it to me
Will you take the pain
I will give to you
Again and again
And will you return it

There'll be times
When my crimes
Will seem almost unforgivable
I give in to sin
Because you have to make this life liveable
But when you think I've had enough
From your sea of love
I'll take more than another river full
Yes, I'll make it all worthwhile
I'll make your heart smile

Still sick.

As luck would have it, I'm still extremely sick and my ear is killing me. However, the above video made me feel better. Mostly because sloths are cute, and baby sloths are even cuter. They're Gooses favorite animal, or second favorite animal...My brain is still fuzzy. It's sloths and owls, though I'm not sure exactly which one she likes more.

I guess it doesn't really matter.

Sloths also make me happy because somehow those super slow little bundles of cute out competed primates for the folivore niche in South America. Crazy huh?

Lets hope tomorrow is better than today.

<3

Song of the day!

Sorry about the video.

Song of the day! For Friday.

A plague on both of your houses.

Or, just on mine. Me. Whatever.

Currently I'm dying. It feels a lot like multi-systemic organ failure to me, but that's probably just the delirium talking. My brain appears to be infected. Swollen. Whatever.

Or maybe I just have the flu. It's hard to say.

Poor Goose has been running about attempting to keep me warm/conscious for most of the day. Or maybe she's been moving at a normal pace and I'm just that sick. I thought my fish was talking to me earlier, so keep that in mind while reading this.

I went to the doctor yesterday while I was in much better shape. I was also cracked out on what may have actually been equivalent to crack in order to cope with my work/school schedule. (Mucinex DM/Tylenol severe cold and flu/naproxin/no-dose/NOS). As a result she may have over estimated my health and not taken my complains quite as seriously as she should have. At any rate, I went home and my health rapidly deteriorated. Poo.

I'm STILL locked out of myASU, and right now it's looking like the problem may not be properly solved until the end of the day Tuesday which is further distressing me. Not that I could do any intelligible classwork in my current state anyway, but that, really, is beside the point.

There's an ich outbreak in three of the fish tanks, and my most beloved fish Virgil died which has made me sad. Goose got me a new one named Darwin, and a spherical tank for him (the H.M.S. Beagle) which makes me feel better, but still not good.



Lady Hannah is apparently equally ill, and you Dear Friend, though not sick yet, sound equally miserable. Hopefully the new week will bring better things to the three of us.

For now at least, I'm off to drown my sorrows in NyQuil and sleep the sick away.

All the love in the world.

(Dictated, not read)

LittleFoot.

ASURITE

The past 36 hours or so have consisted of various updates from ASU emergency news system informing me that ASURITE has been compromised, all personal data/logins/passwords were downloaded by an unknown party and as a precaution the system has been shut down. No access. (NO ACCESS!!!!!) It's driving me crazy.

I have work to do.

Anyway.

The system, as of three hours or so ago, is back up, but EVERYONE has to reset their passwords in order to gain access. As you can imagine I've spent these few hours getting error message after error message. It's felt a lot like this.

Password reset is at capacity. Please try again in a few moments.
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Password reset is at capacity....hahahahahaha. *evil laughter*
Password reset says F*** Off.

This is my displeased face.

Song of the Day : Murder By Death - Fuego.

Song of the Day for Saturday

Sunday Songs

Song of the Day for Sunday is from Amurekimuri

ear aches

Ugh! Dear Friend! Terrible happenings are afoot! I have somehow acquired an ear infection of epic proportions. The kind that makes you delirious with pain. That makes your neck/teeth/face swollen and sore. The kind that robs you of sleep and the ability to eat anything that requires chewing.

I think I might die.

Maybe.


If so I'm charging you with one task; to avenge my death in an appropriately inappropriate manner.

In the mean time (and by that I mean 'while I'm on my death bed', obviously) communication may be few and far between unless Goose picks up the slack.

Anyway, here's a song to make us both forget about how badly I want to pull a van Gough and just chop the offending ear off...and possibly mail it to you...
Cheers.



Sing a long now...

Making love in the afternoon with Cecilia
Up in my bedroom (making love)
I got up to wash my face
When I come back to bed
Someone's taken my place

Cecilia, you're breaking my heart
You're shaking my confidence daily
Oh, Cecilia, I'm down on my knees
I'm begging you please to come home
Come on home

Jubilation, she loves me again,
I fall on the floor and I'm laughing,
Jubilation, she loves me again,
I fall on the floor and I'm laughing

Song of the Day!

Tiny bubbles (tiny bubbles)
In the wine (in the wine)
Make me happy (make me happy)
Make me feel fine (make me feel fine)


Tiny bubbles (tiny bubbles)
Make me warm all over
With a feeling that I'm gonna
Love you till the end of time

Song of the day!

Bam! You were just song of the day jacked! :)

Love,
Goose.

Song of the Day for Today!

Song of the Day! (For Monday!)

Emily and the Woods!

Women and Religion.

Well school's in full swing, and the next time I register for classes, would you please be so kind as to remind me that classes that start with 'women and...' are not nearly as fun as they sound.

Now, I have to take a second to qualify this. Women's studies classes are among some of my favorite classes to take in a discussion format. One where there are less than 20 people in a room having an actual discussion about some topic, any topic. Heck, I took a class on women in post colonial societies and had a blast. It's the back and forth of it, the sharing of ideas, of information sources, the gaining of perspectives other than your own. It's priceless.

What I cannot stand is any of these classes in an online format.

Why you ask? Because if you ask me (and the other 284 students in the class) to answer a complex question about why it took women the better part of 2000 years to achieve leadership roles in Christianity in 150 words or less on a 'discussion board' the ONLY possible answer I can give you is sexism. This is a cop-out, because really, in 150 words or less I can't even tell you what I ate for lunch today, let alone explain two millenia of religious tradition and social change. This kind of work does not generate discussion. It generates canned answers. 285 of us answering in unison with an answer that is overly simplistic at best. We gain no perspective. There is no organic flow to our conversations. We simply spit out what we know you want to hear. The simplest possible answer. Yuck.

I would also like to note that I am a huge fan of online classes, and that organic discussions are possible and productive in an online format. But for some reason, they never seem to work well for women's studies.

*shrugs* next semester I will remember this. :)

Wrong Class.

Today I went to class an hour and a half early. I however, thought I was 20 minutes late. This little mix up meant that I burst into someone elses class like a wild animal before realizing my mistake and retreating in shame. :P It's been a funny day.

I wish I had something of interest to update you with, but life has been...more or less the same here, day in, day out. We hope to get back into the swing of things next weekend and are planning a fossil adventure, possibly down the cliff to the other side of the river. Hopefully the weather holds up and it isn't too cold or rainy or raining toads or something. I really REALLY need to get out of the house at this point.

What are you doing up there anyway Dear Friend? Besides working and hanging out with QD and Bebop? How are YOU keeping YOUR sanity? Because it seems like we're losing ours a little more each day....maybe that's just the winter speaking.


Song of the Day! (I REALLY love this one, so enjoy it!)




Она плавает в формалине
Несовершенство линий
Движется постепенно
У меня её лицо её имя
Свитер такой же синий
Никто не заметил подмены

Song of the Day for Sunday.

I just love The Weepies. More so on these long wintery days when Goose is at work.

Miss you Dear Friend.





No amount of coffee, no amount of crying
No amount of whiskey, no amount of wine
No, no, no, no, no
Nothing else will do
I've gotta have you, I've gotta have you

Song of the Day for Saturday!

You've been trying to protect me,
An insect living in your memory,
Don't, blue jeans won't cut at the seams,
Like you want them to

Song of the Day for Thursday.

You know, Cher is awesome. I forget this sometimes, and then I have a really long stressful week like this last one and find myself remembering that there are few things a hot bath, an amaretto sour and a little Cher can't fix.

The trick is to keep breathing. . .

It's days like today when I have to step back and remind myself that I am universally overwhelmed on the first day of school. That I always, ALWAYS underestimate 1. how capable I am and 2. how dumb 99% of ASU is. This semester is particularly tricky because the majority of my classes are online and my teachers are either teaching while traveling or off campus which makes them hard to size up.

I sat down and finished all my work for this week and next tonight, but I haven't posted any of it yet. Partially because I want to size up the competition, partially because I simply hate having to go first. I'm much more comfortable going second. We'll see how it goes. If no one has anything to say by this time tomorrow then I'm just going to say 'the hell with it' and post it all. Slackers.




Remember how I promised to tell you a story about the bluejeans?

Well it goes something like this:
Earlier this week I was doing laundry. Great big piles of laundry. This was before I broke the dryer mind you. So here I am folding up our bluejeans and sorting them into the appropriate piles. I held up a pair of jeans, and thought, these can't be mine. I looked at the label, they're from the store I shop at, they must be mine. But they're HUGE. I turned to Goose, bewildered, eyes wild with confusion, and said "when the heck did I get this fat?!!". Only they weren't my jeans. They were Gooses. I forgot I bought her a pair from there the last time I went shopping. We burst into wild fits of laughter before Goose punched me lovingly in the arm and said 'Gee, thanks love'. Oops!!!

You know Goose, it's not that she's fat mind you, she's clearly not. She's just got a whole five inches on me height wise which leads to a considerably different waist size. How I didn't notice that they were men's pants I'll never know. But for a few brief seconds I was terrified I'd secretly gotten really fat and nobody loved me enough to tell me. Ha!

Don't worry. I'm still me sized. The size I expected me to be. Whatever size that is. :)

Song of the day!

It's a mellow one today, to compensate for such a long day of dealing with grumpy people. :/

Dear Friend,

your blog, for whatever reason, refuses to load properly, or to allow me to scroll (either up or down) or post comments. Lord only knows why, but superstitious as I am not, I'm blaming it on the weather.

At any rate, if you can feel the lump through his chest now then I'd be assuming it's some sort of tumor (sorry). The likely-hood of him having a cyst on his back that you can still feel through his chest is slim to none, but again, I'm not a doctor. If I were you, which clearly I'm not or you'd be here instead of there, I would tell him to put on the big boy panties and get it checked out. And failing that, I'd drug his sorry butt with...I don't know, pig sedatives? And haul him down to the ER. Better to have a grumpy QD than a dead one.

I have much more to say, but really by that I mean I have lots of questions. Things that I'm wondering about. Or maybe I don't. Maybe I just want a chance to poke your bruises (and have you poke mine) and then we can sit and commiserate together, it's hard to say. But there's some sort of interaction-type-thing that people do, you know, with one another that's missing here amidst all the ransomed internet drama.

So I guess my point is that you should call me. You know, sometime. Preferably not on Tuesdays or Thursdays. Or maybe that's exactly when you should call. It's hard to say. You just call when you're free and hopefully the planets will align and I'll be free too.

I'm really sorry about the concentrated crazy and all the bitter grumpiness that's surrounding you. The desert, despite its many, MANY flaws, is really not nearly so bad. It's even better once you've been elsewhere.

Remind me tomorrow, to tell you a story about bluejeans. It will at least make you smile for a minute, even if it's at my expense. Lots and lots of love. XOXO

Must be the weather

Because everyone around here woke up grumpy today. Myself included.

In other news, I was emptying the lint trap out in the dryer today when I noticed a big ball of lint waaaayyyyy down in the hole where the lint screen thing goes. So, being the reasonable person I am, I stuck a marker in there to try and fish it out, only I dropped the marker. Yeah. It rolled back into the back of the machine, lost into the darkness. Fast forward a couple of hours when I'm trying to dry the hall rug. Yeah, you guessed it. The machine totally freaked out. It started making some horrible noise, so I opened the door to stop it...only it didn't stop. I had to throw the breaker to get it to shut off. Hopefully it gets fixed in the morning.

I also caught my cat lying on the stovetop, not eating the uncovered turkey I'd just finished cooking (which was warm, but not hot), but rather inexplicably licking the back burner.

Song of the day is Denali, which is (was?) one of those rare bands that is much, much better, and far more haunting live.



Lots of love Dear Friend.

Gooses song of the day!

This is my all time favorite Counting Crows song. Missin you like crazy dear friend.
Goose-

Monday, Monday

Well, today was my last day of no work, no school for the break and I dare say it went much too fast. I am NOT looking forward to the start of the new semester just yet, which somehow feels strange to say out loud. I'm still trying to sleep off last semesters finals fatigue, but I'm sure I'll feel better once the new semester gets started.

The good news here is that somehow I have managed not to spend the entire winter terribly ill. I had that one really miserable bout of the flu after I got my flu shot, but other than that I've been well. Normally by this time of year I'm so exhausted from being continually sick for three months that I'm ready to just fall over dead. So I suppose I should count my blessings.

I spent the day doing laundry. Every single thing we own is clean. It took me just over 24 hours to do, but it's done.

I also got the Peaquod looking decent. We made a trip out to the local fish store (LFS) which is not exactly local, but you know, whatever. I got a midday bulb for the Johanna Karoline since they were out of the pink colormax bulbs, but I'm pretty happy with it. The only thing I dislike about the tank now is the background. Because we bought it secondhand for next to nothing from the (actually local) LFS before it went out of business the background was already painted blue. But because the tank is a blackwater tank, thanks to the driftwood releasing tannins, the background now looks like a weird shade of green. I might add some more carbon to the filter to try and minimize the effect, but I'm not sure yet. Don't know that I can justify spending the money on it, especially since I don't have any at all. Ha! Anyway, I switched out the substrate in the Peaquod, which was a massive pain in the butt, but it looks much better. Plus that large gravel is really hard to plant anything in. I added some plants and we got a large anglefish (yet to be named) and some cherry barbs and the tank looks lovely. (Thank God, because it was seriously becoming a bit of an eyesore).

The dog, for the first time ever, knocked over the garbage can Saturday night and ate an ENTIRE chicken carcass. Every. Last. Bone. So we spent a good deal of time fretting over her yesterday and today. Goose was very worried that she was going to die, particularly because the emergency vets charge an obscene amount of money upfront before they'll even do anything and we just couldn't afford to take her if anything went wrong. But she's fine. Fat and happy. Sleeping it off.

We didn't do anything for New Years, as per the usual. Mostly because neither of us are very social and parties make us anxious and are way too draining to be worth it. We don't really drink, don't like crowds, and aren't big on loud music so bars were out of the question, plus drunk people, both on foot and on the road are a variable I can't control which makes me panicky. Instead we hung out at home and worked our way through season 6 of the X-files. Sounds lame, I know, but it was nice. Even if we are becoming increasingly isolated in your absence.

I still haven't solved my book collection problem, but I'm working on it. We haven't gone fossil hunting in MONTHS. Mostly because the temp's been hovering around 11 degrees at the site, and neither of us want to brave THAT kind of cold. It's been in the 70's around these parts, and I'm much, much more comfortable with that.

I texted you on your Birthday, I think QD texted me back, but I'm not sure. I'm assuming that's who it was...anyway he said he'd be sure and let you know, and to have you call on your day off. Hopefully you got that message. Hopefully you actually get a day off sometime soon! I know, I know, you and I, we can't quite sit still.

Well my lovely, that's all I know. It's been pretty still around these parts.

Oh, and I think my sister's gone crazy, did I tell you that? That all she would talk about at x-mas was hippie food and calories and saturated fats and how Gramma's generation screwed up the food supply for the rest of us which is why we all have cancer (and why she 'needs' lipo for her 'mom thighs'). The other recurring topic of conversation was how she's convinced Dad (and Teena, lol) supports her smoking habit AND that she's going to get him smoking (weed) to prevent him from getting Alzheimer's. I tried to inject some logic into this conversation, but failed miserably. She's convinced she's onto something here. That she's going to save the world with her non-fat cool whip, quinoa, and some marijuana.

Aside from that, she actually got us all gifts this year, which is very unlike her. Lovely ones at that. And she did engage us in conversation all night which was nice, even if everything she says sounds a little crazy.

And THAT, is all I know. Hope things are decent in your neck of the woods. Miss you. Lots of love.

Okay, fish update. Finally.

Here are the tanks, as they appear now, or at least closer to it. I did get an appropriate light fixture for the Johanna Karoline. They did not have the freshwater unit so I had to get the salt water one which means I have a blue light instead of a pink one that needs to be swapped out, but since it's New Years and things are closed that's going to have to wait.

Erasmus died last night, which I thought might happen. We got him at Petco rather than at a local fish store and they guy there said this batch had been pretty badly beaten up in shipping so it might be a bit touch and go. And it was. So we've frozen his corpse to return tomorrow and will, from here on out purchase our angels from a breeder. Our other angel we got from a breeder and he's still going strong.

Anyway, here are some videos. Hope your day's been lovely Dear Friend. Love and Stuff.

FISH!

Okay, here's the first set of fish videos. There are two sets, mostly because I made these for you and then less than 12 hours later totally changed everything so I had to do a second round of videos. Of course NOW, I've changed it all again, and another set will be forthcoming...probably in another couple of weeks because uploading stuff to youtube is an unexpectedly horrific form of torture.

In other news, I sound really weird on tape. Really weird. Goose says that's how I always sound, but I cannot stress enough how different it sounds from the way I hear it, but that's neither here nor there I suppose.

So enjoy. Also, I hope your birthday was lovely. I miss you more than life, and I wish you were here, lost in the desert with the two of us. Lots of love.









(There's one more tank, the fry tank, but I haven't gotten that one uploaded. I'll add it here as soon as I do.) :)

*edit* Okay, here it is. Last one!