Collected Thoughts

I caught the NCAA hockey championship on ESPN, from the middle of the second period on. Dad and I were watching Horatio Hornblower and Mom calls: "Turn to channel 8! Right now! (8 is ESPN) Hockey!! I saw it and thought of you. I don't know who or why or how but there's hockey!" "Mom! Thanks!" click.

I turned it over so fast and watched glued to the screen, ignoring Dad. I don't know those teams, didn't know their story but god! It's a beautiful game. The sound of skates on ice and the players moving along the ice -- the sound of players hitting the boards. It was amazing to watch. Denver's goalie was a freshman -- my god but he's good. -- Mannino, remember that.

One of the most beautiful sights is the gloves and sticks and helmets flying and the winning team piling on top of their goalie.

One of the most heartbreaking sights is a player with his head down on his gloves, not looking because the championship's out of their grasp and there's still time on the clock.

Too late this year I realized there was an ECHL team closer than I thought. Next season I'll be going to games. Hopefully the NHL will be back and I can go watch my Bolts.

I'm so fucking pissed at Dad right now. I can barely keep from telling him off.

It's about laundry. Again. Dad has one of the oldest cheapest washers out there. We also have incredibly hard water. So there is almost no water coming out of the washer at any given time. I've cleaned the filters on the hose multiple times -- I try and do it twice a month and it's always always icky and gross and clogged.

So I know the inside of the washer is icky and clogged and gross. It takes all day to do about 3 small loads of laundry just because of the water issue. In fact I've taken to dumping water into the washer to get it to fill faster.

Today I go to do laundry (which I desperately need to do, I hate doing it on the weekdays because it takes so damn long). I put the soap in, turn it on and watch for a minute to see if any water is coming out.

At first I don't think any is. Then I realize that there's one little trickle. Not even a stream a kind of dripdripdrip. And it's just one. So I show it to Dad and tell him that I really think he needs to get the machine serviced or replaced or something because -- look! almost no water! Dad just shrugs, well it does take a long time but there's still water coming out and I don't know what I can do.

Today, probably nothing. But, still it's an issue. I mean, this has been an issue for at least a year, probably longer, but it's not actually broken, so in dad's mind there's no real reason to have it serviced or replace it. And it's not like there's a huge money issue and he can't afford to get it fixed or replaced.

I'm so fucking mad. I called Mom and asked if I could come over and do at least 2 loads of laundry, beacuse I have nothing clean to wear out in public (my fault I know but I just dread doing laundry) and after I get two loads clean I'll go to a laundry mat to do the rest.


Oaky. I just told him that I will call for a repair person and I will pay to have it repaired, because it's my issue. And now he's all, I had no idea it bothers you this much or it was an issue for you.


I bring this up EVERY TIME I Do laundry. I bring it up when I don't do laundry.

Living with Dad for much longer is going to drive me insane.

And take lunch. He caught fish and his friend suggested he paoch the fish. So Dad tries poaching it, but he also makes brown rice -- starts them at the same time. Then heats up some canned veggies and make soem comment about how the fish will be boiled by the time the rice is done. I looked at him -- you have to take the fish out before it gets over done. Oh. He was going to leave the fish in for as long as the rice cooked.

As Mom says he's brilliant in many ways but lacks common sense.

I tried priceline and maybe I waited too late or maybe it's just part of leaving in a town with bad airline service but my price was rejected and the counter offer was $5 less than what I can get with the airlines.

The hotel reservations have to be in soon, so I'll give it another week or so lookin at travelocity, orbitz, etc and then decide.

I screwed up on efiling my taxes so I just got my return. I started looking again at tickets for NOLA and it looks like the cheapest I'll be able to get is around $350. I seriously doubt that the price will drop a signifcant amount between now and then. I'm thinking about trying priceline but I'm not exactly sure how it works. Iknow that if they accept your price the ticket is automatically bought but I'm not sure what goes on when it's not accepted -- do you just try again?

I'm seriously doubting that I'll get a ticket for much less. I did call teh airlines a few weeks back but the prices they quoted were about $50 more than what I was finding through travelocity.

It's NOLA and Buffistas! and Buffistas! It wouldn't be any more cost effective for me to drive. Not taking into account the cost of fuel, I'm a temp so if I don't work I don't get paid.

I feel greedy and materialistic to think "I could get a couch!" but I could. And I'm feeling so much healthier and confident that I think driving to South FL or Atlanta to see certain buffistas would be totally doable.

Any advice?

Well, he called me and we're having dinner Sat at 7, at the place in the mall across from the movie theater. We talked some and it looks like we don't have a ton in common. We talked about movies some, I threw out that I'm not fond of chick flicks, love sci fi, westerns, movies with explosions and drama. My tastes in comedy are weird, I didn't get into that. So he's talking about the movies he likes and comes up with The Notebook, Sleepless in Seattle and some other movie. Chick flicks.

He also expressed belief in Nostradomus and the Bible Code.

Still going to dinner, hope it goes okay. But it's right across from the movie theater so I'll probably see Sin City afterwards.

This morning a guy who works in another area complimented me. He was walking past and kind of did a double take and said "you look nice." Which made me feel like a million bucks. I'm not wearing anything really fancy, just a new outfit -- kind of lime green (in not a hideous way) shell and cardigan, khaki pants, and pointy toe shoes which are killing my feet, but I still like. The guy is someone I see everyday and normally just do the "good morning, how are you" pleasantries.

Then Co Worker's Friend called me this morning, he tried to call my house last night but the answering machine was off. He's going to call me tonight. And he liked my legs so...all kinds of compliments this week.

I keep picking at the Terri Schiavo issue, I know it makes me frustrated, but I can't seem to help myself. And I should probably not even post this, but ---

Michael Schiavo has agreed to have an autospy done. Which is what people have been demanding. So I went and looked at several of the blogs that support the Schindlers and at least one was calling Michael's actions a scam.

There's no way that man can win. If he agrees to an autopsy he's scamming the family and trying to hide something. If he doesn't then he's cruel and horrible and trying to hide something. And either way it's a conspiracy.

And several people crying foul because a MRI hasn't been done. It's physically impossible to do a MRI, Terri has electrodes in her brain for an experimental treatment that Michael Schiavo sought out. There can be no metal during a MRI and there's no way to remove the electrodes without killing Terri. I wonder if some people think that's a consipracy as well.

I finally schlepped my computer to Best Buy to have them look at it since I'm pissed at HP and they gave me an invalid account number to send it back and there's no way I'm going through their phone system to get it right. At Best Buy my computer worked like a dream. The best they could tell me was to make the discs to do a restore and restore it that way if it had problems. And if it was still having problems take it back to them and they'd send it off to be reimaged.

So. I may be going out to dinner sometime soon on a not quite date. With a co worker's friend. Said friend came by and talked to co worker, I wandered off to the snack machine and when I came back I got put on the spot (co worker apologized) and asked if I would be interested in dinner. I didn't want to be rude and co worker has known him for a long time and so I said yes. It's dinner. Co worker has just informed me that this guy noticed my legs and liked them. This Guy is a librarian (part time right now) and has a car -- so that hits my: must have job, car, like to read requirement. But he's 20 yrs older than me and outside my +/- range for dating. But it's not a date. It's just a getting to know you dinner.

Go no sleep last night even though I went to bed early. Am very tired.

forgot to write that I saw Horatio Hornblower. The first movie. I really enjoyed it. Way more than I thought I would since I was only watching this to satsify my sourcematerial curiosity.

And now I want to read the books. However, I want to know how they compare to the Master and Commander series. I still haven't finished the first book -- I keep getting confused over the nautical details. Is Horatio Hornblower easier to read? Would it in any way help me understand the ship stuff in M&C.

I wanted to know about the sadistic midshipmen with the skull tattoo -- do the books flesh out his character more? While I was watching him I wanted him to get beat down, and was rather disappointed when he turned into such a coward at the end. Really between that and Sharpe not beating down the sadistic general (no, he wasn't a general...the guy with the handle bar mustache and the massive fear of dogs and Irishmen) -- anyway he got off too light and should have been beat down. Instead he was left to cry in ther river like a coward.

So any opinions on HH the books.