“It’s still National Library Week. You should be especially nice to a librarian today, or tomorrow. Sometime this week, anyway. Probably the librarians would like tea. Or chocolates. Or a reliable source of funding.”—Neil Gaiman (via ala-con)
N:I fucking forgot my fucking PIN and the barber shop I wanted to go to doesn't take goddamn credit cards so I have to get cash....bullshit....I am pissed. I am....*deep breath*....I am unreasonably pissed. The level of pissed that I am is inappropriate for the situation.
S:You live there.
N:But I am going to breathe deeply, collect some cash, and go back to get a haircut. Here I go.
M:Can we get a round of applause for Em NOT saying something like "I've been there but when I was there everybody assumed it had to do with a monthly chemical and hormonal imbalance and also the patriarchy and oppression?"
[MARILLA’s neighbor RACHEL LYNDE comes to call] RACHEL: Well, Marilla I can’t say I think she looks like much, but you always did know your own mind ANNE[lights a cigarette]: funny i don’t recall asking you what you thought about a fucking thing
I started binge watching The Mentalist. It’s actually a really smart show. This might spoil it for some of you who haven’t seen it and want to start. Or are watching slower than I am. So maybe stop reading now.
My favorite part is how they use Tyger, Tyger by William Blake as a running theme throughout the series. Other William Blake poetry also appears to show a connection between people and events in the show. It’s actually pretty interesting. You have to have some knowledge of literature in order to get it. I mean, you could google… But that isn’t as fun… I also enjoy being “in” on something. I think it stems from my days on the quiz bowl team and the high value of obscure knowledge in that activity. It was awesome. Old habits die hard.
More fun and games on Facebook this morning regarding my family.
I’m just going to stay out of it this time. But K’s mom’s guilt is definitely showing through in her posts. “It’s hard for us to help because we’re poor.” No one said anything about them NOT helping. My mom’s friend was just saying that she was glad that my dad put in new smoke detectors. And I just said that I was glad that my mom’s could drive to the house so K. and R. could wait in a warm car instead of outside in the cold Michigan winter… There is nothing disparaging in those words unless you feel guilty about leaving your oldest son to basically take care of his younger siblings while you move out of state. And then support the younger train wreck sister.
It’s not a sin to be poor. No one is blaming anyone for their financial situation. It’s not like my parents are rolling in dough, either. It would seem that way because they have a new house and such, but actually, we lost our house, like so many others, in the real estate crash. Yes, my parents made some mistakes, but they tried hard to keep the house. R. and K. are actually pretty financially independent. My parents helped them by letting them live at a reduced rate in the house, but there wasn’t much more than that. They are pretty able to make it on their own as far as money goes, which is cool.
My sister, ever the voice of reason, commented on the post. I saw red because she shouldn’t have to be dealing with this shit. How is my 24 year old sister the voice of reason against K’s mom? Then I remember it’s K’s mom, who is terribly offend at anything. So glad I unfriended that woman.
My sister ended the discussion pretty well, so I’m not going to add to it. I hate notifications. I really should just disable these things.
S. is away on business… AGAIN. The same project that he’s been working on since before Christmas. I decided to stay at his apartment for a couple of days while he’s gone just so I can take a break from being in my apartment all the time.
I don’t mind being here without him, but it might be weird to sleep here without him… We’ll see.
I’ve found that it’s pretty okay to get around here without the use of a car. The bus runs in line with the train schedule: It gets to the train station five minutes before the train arrives to go towards Mannheim and leaves five minutes after the train arrives to go towards Karlsruhe. I was able to get to Ludwigshafen in 45 minutes. Not too shabby.
I mean, it was a bit frustrating with S’s car sitting there; however, I am not comfortable driving a stick shift alone yet, and I’m also not on the insurance. So can’t drive the car anyway. I’m also used to getting around with the bus and train. It’s nice to not have to worry about parking.
There are advantages and disadvantages to both. Plus, when I’m riding the bus/train, I can just sit back and relax. It’s good.
I’m enjoying being in the apartment here with so much space. :) Good times. I can’t wait until boyfriend gets back.