"Captivity enters year two. Gay line-dancing is Ren's only solace."




Now the water-heater broke. I'm beginning to sympathise with Ren's plight.
Shoe #I-forget-what: the sump-pump died. Not that I can blame it, it came with the unit and our Alleged Guy was kind of impressed that it lived as long as it had, but dammit, we were going to use the rest of the tax refund to catch up with fixing the last total disaster...
Well, my perfect record of having the problem that stumps the tech guy is still intact after my internet provider finally made good on their vague threats to forcibly upgrade our service; three hours later, after it turned out to be yet another "if your internet is not working, use your internet to diagnose the problem" logic-bomb, plus a lot of ominous "...huh" when he looked over our wiring, it's all untangled and working AFAICT, although whether I'm back to anything resembling normal service is debatable, since my flight-reflex always kicks in after about an hour of questioning whether I even wanted the thing that they're trying to do to me in the first place and I'm still kind of adrenalin-shaky.

I'm not entirely sure whether this may in fact be the sane response, considering.
robling_t: No, seriously, bollocks (bollocks)
( Nov. 19th, 2014 05:30 pm)
George Did The Thing again, grargh. Evidence is starting to suggest that it's a throwing his hands up in the air "I CAN'T LISTEN TO YOU WHEN YOU'RE TALKING THAT FAST" sort of problem, for the most part, since thinking back the main commonality does appear to be that external input devices are piling up commands faster than he can take them in, IE I'm zooming the mouse around or trying to backspace over typoes almost as I'm typing them. Sorry, kid, if my own left hand had any idea of how to coordinate with the inputs from my right I might be able to help you cope better...
robling_t: No, seriously, bollocks (bollocks)
( Mar. 17th, 2014 12:24 am)
*shaking head* Every time I start to think that George has grown out of the fainting-fit problem, man... *sigh*
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( Jan. 17th, 2014 11:47 pm)
Two years just about to the day and Upstairs has dribbled on our kitchen yet again -- I say 'dribbled' because this time it looked to be only a couple of cups of water, which later inquiry suggests was a side-effect of an argument they'd been having with the dishwasher, IE whatever clog they were trying to clear out spat up a bit of water down the back of the cabinets somewhere in the process. They seem, FWIW, about as terrified of their plumbing at this point as we are, so that's something, at least. Still, I hate being at gravity's mercy like this, and it's just a good thing that I had just picked up the pile of manuscripts that had been sitting right in the drop-zone to go (try to) work on them a mere ten or fifteen minutes before the floodgates opened, or I'd be really cross...
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( Nov. 26th, 2013 11:11 pm)
Might have actually just caught George in the act of running off his battery while he's allegedly plugged in. Not that this tells me why that happens, but at least a full shutdown-and-restart seems to have talked some sense into him so far as telling me what he's currently up to goes. I think. The older I get, the less I can cope with the increasingly black-boxy nature of all the systems we're being expected to put our trust in...
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( Nov. 12th, 2013 12:34 am)
And now the condo board is tuckpointing the roof, or some damn thing, which involved, at 7:30 this morning, workmen setting up a scaffold outside my bedroom window, at 7:30 in the morning, and knocking bits of same against my bedroom window, at 7:30 in the morning, whilst the workmen were yelling at one another in Polish, at 7:30 in the bloody morning.

If anyone needs me, I shall be over here stroking my Persecution Complex in much the same creepy manner that a Bond villain pets their cat.
robling_t: (trevorpony)
( Nov. 2nd, 2013 09:26 pm)
DAMMIT, GEORGE, STOP PASSING OUT LIKE THAT. The "funny" thing is I was just thinking he was about due to have a spell, based on the timing between the last couple of incidents, but I Just Don't Even. Nothing else gets to break around here this year or even next, dammit.
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( Oct. 24th, 2013 01:41 am)
So, altogether, the time elapsed from "BTW the gas company needs to go through your wall" to the all-clear for putting the furniture in the studio back in order so we can, y'know, work with anything in there, came out to ten days.

And y'all wonder why I have a persecution complex.
...Weeeeeell, at least the gas company only tore open a wall that involved moving half the furniture in the studio, and not, say, destroying my bedroom so I'd have to move out of my flat. That's something, right? Right?

...Sigh.
robling_t: (lawn)
( Oct. 13th, 2013 10:04 pm)
Now the gas company believe that they need to access our unit to attach up a pipe. I am hoping against hope that this is a miscommunication and not some operation that's going to involve jackhammering up my walls and/or floors at two days' notice, because AAAAAAGH.
Barely six weeks into the New Stupid Job and Mum came home with her arm in a sling from tripping on somebody's wonky sidewalk and cracking her, um, the pointy bit on the outboard side of your elbow (the head of the humerus). The sling is more about the overall spraining, I gather, and she's not in all that much pain, but she's still going to be various degrees of inconvenienced-and-underfoot for possibly six to eight weeks. In the morning she's going to ring the New Stupid Job and see what her options-if-any are, since 'delivering random bulky things to people with more money than patience' is obviously An Issue with one arm out of commission, not to mention it's her car-ignition hand and she only got home by climbing in the passenger-side door to start it lefty. One imagines there's something resembling workman's comp involved here, as well as that it was on private property so possibly they're insured as a building, but GAH.

At least she might have the leisure now to make a few calls about finding out how much it would be to get the oven and the dryer fixed...
Washer/dryer, oven, and bathroom sink still out of service, which continues to be ALL SORTS OF FUN. Enforced downtime at the laundromat brings out Muse's weird side; a field-trip into the nearby Asian market somehow got her onto the subject of wondering to what extent the legacy of French colonialism still influences linguistic patterns, and then onto counting off on my fingers how many languages Trevor and Jason do speak, whereupon I was kind of surprised when I ran out of fingers. Trevor's list, as far as I can tell so far, runs, in rough order of acquisition: Welsh (a bit of a surprise to me as well), English, Latin (read/write only), French, Polish (he says this involves Marie Curie and I'm not sure he's joking), "some" Wolof (long story), classical Arabic (same long story), German (basic conversations), classical Greek (read/write only), Hindi (basic conversations, not literate), a few words of Spanish, and Nigel (depending on how agitated Nigel is at any given moment). Jason, meanwhile, has English, Swedish, Spanish, basic French, some food-related Japanese and a little modern Greek to his credit. Boy, that all sounds like a lot when I write it out and I haven't even mentioned a couple of the other polyglots in the cast roster...
robling_t: No, seriously, bollocks (bollocks)
( Jun. 10th, 2013 09:23 pm)
Now the oven has ceased to... ove. I have actually lost track of how many major organ failures this place has had in the last six months, and it can just stop happening ANY TIME NOW...
robling_t: No, seriously, bollocks (bollocks)
( Feb. 24th, 2013 05:36 pm)
Walked in after an afternoon out, went to wash my hands, and THE BATHROOM SINK EXPLODED. As near as I can make out, the water is coming out somewhere after the point where the hot and cold tubes join for the faucet, 'cos it's spraying from the same place regardless of which tap we try. I ended up having to change the catbox, and all of my clothes twice, before I even got to sit down... The expensive shit can just stop going wrong RIGHT NOW, man.
robling_t: (Default)
( Jan. 20th, 2013 09:45 am)
George just drained his battery stone-dead and switched himself off WHILE HE WAS PLUGGED INTO THE WALL. I mean, WTF, man??
Furnace Guy finally came and all now appears to be well, knock wood. Weasel decided that the proceedings were Relevant To Her Interests and actually slunk out of hiding to watch a couple of times. :)

2012's Media Consumption comes out to 108 books and 45 films, on to 2013:

Media Consumption List, 2013 )
robling_t: (Default)
( Jan. 2nd, 2013 08:25 am)
Weasel does have at least one brain-cell: on the occasions, about 12 hours apart, when I can coax some life out of the furnace, she'll jump up when she hears the blower start up and run to position herself on the towel-rack in the bathroom where she's in the clearest path of a ceiling-vent. And then she looks at me when it cuts out again about 5 degrees later with an uncomprehending faith in the mysterious ways of her humans that's kind of upsetting.

Snip, however, has long since figured out that we're just about useless on this subject currently, and has been going about giving me the angry glare of a recently-disillusioned atheist.
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( Dec. 31st, 2012 07:15 am)
34 outside and 63 inside ATM, which is irritating but layerable. I switched the ailing furnace off to rest last night at 9, so I'd say our 5'-deep earthen ramparting and foot-thick walls above that are doing a remarkable job of heat-retention (and that's from a high of only 68, mind you), but it does mean that we can't open the back door until we get some means of replenishing the heat in here back up and running. I may be doing a lot of baking if Furnace Parts Guy isn't available soonish...

As to the The Hobbit: An Unexpected Motion-Sickness: I find upon reflection that I'm not all that impressed, overall. Everyone's been raving about Freeman's Bilbo, but I was actually feeling a bit of a mismatch there: he's a little too... eager to be persuaded, more Watson than Dent, and I was never convinced that his Refusal of the Call was at all serious, which is kind of a problem when the story is supposed to hang upon discovering unexpected strengths. Also, I couldn't catch the names for any of the dwarves besides Thorin Angstyshield and (for obvious reasons) Kili, so they mostly came off as a barely-differentiated mass of funny beards. Granted, I was in a bad mood going into it, and I actually fell asleep a couple of times towards the end, so maybe a rewatch is in order, but definitely not in the theater, and I don't think I'm going to be arsed to see #3 on the big screen if all the flashy bits with Benedict Cumbersmaug are in #2.

(I will say, however, that there's one shot that was absolutely, jaw-droppingly perfect: the reveal of Gollum on his little rock outcropping in the underground grotto was the biggest YES YES THIS EXACTLY that I can ever remember seeing interpreted on film. So points for that, I guess.)
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