wombat_socho: Wombat (EVE)
So I'm looking at all the stuff that's going on next week, what with P coming back to town, the projected hegira to Newport News and thence to Otakon with [livejournal.com profile] onsenmark, and whatever the heck is going to happen over the 4th of July*. P will be arriving in town on Monday; not sure when she's shipping out to Minneapolis for Convergence, but I would assume Thursday since that's when the new five-day version kicks off.

Piled onto this will be a flurry of bill-paying and shopping in mid-week, since (hopefully) I'll have my unemployment payments resuming on the 29th followed by the big check from the Alexandria City Public Schools the next day. Most of that will go for rent, of course, phone payments and other utilities, but there will be a little extra cash to do fun stuff (like a.f.u. no Breakfast) which is all I really need to keep my head away from the Slough of Despond.

One of my friends hasn't been so fortunate. It's been a tough stretch for her lately, what with ongoing physical and emotional problems even before her pet died, and I'm going to make the effort to reach out and at least say hi; since she lives on the other end of DC, I don't know that I'll actually be able to stop by in person, but on the other hand, it looks like I'm going to be driving up to Baltimore a couple times next week, so stopping off in between isn't completely out of the question.

I've started A Feast For Crows and am already wishing I'd waited to read A Storm Of Swords first; there's been quite a few references to things that have happened in the South, which is the half of Martin's original third book covered in the latter. As for Gormenghast...wow. It's certainly living up to its dual forewords by Anthony Burgess and Quentin Crisp who bang on for about a dozen pages in toto about how unique Peake's work is. I don't think I've read anything quite like this before. Not even Lovecraft comes close to the sheer weight of descriptive prose used on the COMPLETELY FUCKING BATSHIT inhabitants of this here castle. I'm going to keep plugging on; it makes good reading while I'm playing Farmville In Space and trying not to get ganked by random assholes wandering through Goonswarm space.
Cut to spare people who don't care about internet spaceships )

*Hint: Not Otakon.
**This is usually me, every other month or so. A Badger A Day In DKUK, Hey!
wombat_socho: Wombat (Happy)
Although this post by Richard MacEnroe at Three Beers Later sums up the way I've come to feel about Irish history, along with P.J. O'Rourke's quip that God gave peat to the Irish because nobody else in the world got drunk enough to try and burn dirt.*

Best wishes to all my relatives who are more Irish than Latino.

More later about my weekend in the hospital.

*He may be forgiven for momentarily having forgotten the Russians.
wombat_socho: Wombat (DC)
I haven't been posting much because I haven't really had much to say. I've been working in the tax mines, studying, going to class, and getting other stuff done. Sometimes I get out to do other stuff.

I spent yesterday evening after Saturday's shift in the tax mines hanging out with Mark Taylor and two of the three Hammer brothers playing History of the World, an Axis and Allies-type game with a lot of plastic pieces, cards, and a pretty laffo map of the world. It was okay fun; not my kind of game, really, but fun enough to kill an evening with while pursuing the main objective: ensuring that Ted did not win. ;)

The game, Chinese delivery dinner, and a post-game run to Sheetz for gas, coffee and breakfast-like object kept me up until damn near 3 AM. I guess it's a good thing P couldn't get in touch with [livejournal.com profile] cipherpunk regarding breakfast and shooting, otherwise I'd be more tired than I already am.

Despite the attempts of last night's beef & broccoli to kill me -no, I didn't have the rice, but my post-meal BG still shot up to 116- I woke up this morning with a 72 reading and a loss of 1.4 pounds. I expect to lose the remaining 1.4 pounds by March 1 at the latest, and continue the long march to 300. All this weight loss is doing me good on the clothing front as well; I was quite gratified to see that the 3XL Dickies shirts I bought the other night at Walmart fit me comfortably. Soon, I reckon, I'll be able to buy pants there as well. And that will be a Good Thing.
wombat_socho: Wombat (DC)
Well, it took me long enough, but thanks to this semester's student loan proceeds, I paid off the Toaster. Now to make the calls to Progressive to get the insurance trimmed back to something much less expensive, since I don't need to carry comprehensive insurance on it any more.

Those of you in the DC area may be interested to know that P will be taking a transfer to a new Amazon data center in Eastern Oregon/Washington in a couple of weeks, somewhere near Hanford where the radioactive taters grow and glow. This seems to be something encoded in the Trainor genes, I suspect, this urge to come home to the ancestral stomping grounds and then head off into some distant land unexplored by previous generations. As is traditional, a farewell party will be held; also in keeping with tradition, I'm looking at the Brickskeller or the Denny's in Laurel, which have been the sites of previous memorable departures for faraway lands. I am, of course, open to other suggestions. Party may happen on the 11th, 12th, or 13th, depending on whether P winds up working right up until the day of departure or actually gets a couple days off that weekend, but I'm leaning strongly toward the 12th if at all possible.

UPDATE: Party is on for 6 PM March 1112 at the Brickskeller. Notices posted on e2 and Facebook. Be there and/or be square.
wombat_socho: Wombat (DC)
I set off a bit of a kerfluffle the other night at the PRSFS meeting by opining that most "classics" aren't worth the time wasted on reading them, and trotted out Trollope, Hemingway and Stendhal as examples. Apparently I'm not the only guy that feels that way. Correia also has an amusing post in which he fisks an e-mail from an annoyed leftist. Hooray for HATE MAIL! indeed.

Yesterday was a pretty slow day in the tax mines. I followed it with some opportunistic bargain-hunting at Harris Teeter, where I picked up a couple of 12-packs of Coke product for $1.88 apiece, then headed out to Mark Taylor's place for steak & conversation, both of which were good. I found myself playing courier for Mark, conveying a couple bottles of homebrew mead to P, who I met for a snack of wings after parting company with Mark. P and I made desultory conversation while paying minimal attention to the ass-whipping the Packers were issuing to the Falcons; we exchanged mead for Butterkaese, and then she went off to work while I headed up the road to the Sterling Walmart, where I filled in some holes in the previous week's grocery shopping. Unfortunately, I forgot to pick up a replacement bulb for the bedroom lamp and tea, so I had to go out for those today, but I did address the heavy cream and pork rind shortages. :)

Back to work on Marketing and Business Administration.
wombat_socho: Wombat (Happy)
...either way, I am not worthy! P gave me a Kindle and a card to fill it up with. I don't think I've been so pleased with a computer-like device since I bought Cowzilla back in 2004. I'm looking forward to unleashing the full power of this battlestationdevice next semester, since I intend to buy all my textbooks for the Kindle and not spend hundreds of dollars in the school bookstore. Especially since I can't deduct those books from my taxes. >:(

Speaking of Christmas, since I'm hanging out with the Ukrainian Catholics these days, Christmas is apparently on the Old Style calendar*, since the Mass for tomorrow is at 0930 in memoriam, and the Sunday Mass is the Sunday of the Forefathers. As best I can figure out from OrthodoxWiki, we'll actually be celebrating Christmas on January 7.

*No, not the beer.
wombat_socho: Wombat (DC)
Got my offer letter from H&R Block today in the e-mail. It's not too clear on what I'm going to be doing at Foxchase next year, perhaps because I haven't passed the final exam in tax class yet, but it is clear that I'm getting a $0.30/hr raise over last year's hourly wage, and that is Good. No doubt the precise nature and timing of my duties will be determined by el Rey when the office formally opens in January, to say nothing of exactly what I'll be paid as a rookie Tax Associate. Apparently there's some talk about the rookies being on a straight hourly wage until they prove themselves, at which point they go on a lower wage plus commission, but I can wait to find out. Either way, it's all experience, and this is Good as well.

Mailman brought drugs from the VA and the new Sheetz Discover card, which I promptly activated although I probably won't be getting out to the ass-end of Fairfax/Loudoun County or Frederick where the Sheetzes are until...well, who knows. I want to be spending less time on the road and more time trying to wrap up all these classes I'm still way behind in, but we'll see what happens. Today, for example, I needed to get together with [livejournal.com profile] digex to settle some bidness, but P invited me to lunch at Malibu in Falls Church and wound up driving me out to Laurel. One thing led to another, pix were taken, music was sampled (but not mixed) and pretty soon it was time for P to go crash. I wound up taking MARC from Laurel to Union Station and Metro to the Pentagon (change at Gallery Place), from which I rode the express bus back to Foxchase, arriving around 1900. Not much studying got done. :(

So...time to get the nightly linkagery done and toddle off to bed, for tomorrow is the tax class and Intermediate Accounting.
wombat_socho: Wombat (DC)
I spent most of the day inside dealing with a cold, which has returned to plague me after one day wherein it appeared to be done with me and then crept back to bedevil me in the evening. That was the day of the wake, of course; the wake went very well with a large turnout, many stories about the dearly departed [livejournal.com profile] therevdrnye, and a quite remarkable picture of him in a suit, which looked most unnatural since a) he was wearing a suit and b) his hair and beard were relatively short and well-trimmed. Anyway, it was a good wake. There are extremely tentative plans to do another at Balticon for the benefit of people who couldn't make it to Friday's wake, which after all was called on short notice and during the Hanuramakwanzmas season to boot. We'll see what happens.

Aside from fighting a cold, I went out to pay rent, rebuild the essential pork rind stockpile, and get a little exposure to the Great Fusion Bomb In The Sky, which exposure is alleged to be good for one's health. Sauce for the goose, and all that.

Speaking of health, I started December at 357.6 pounds, down about a pound and a half from November's start. Only eight pounds from my goal of 350, and most of three months to do it. I reckon I can whup it. :)

The afternoon was partially taken up with making Heroin Thighs, since I messed up and got thighs instead of breasts when I went out looking for wings a while back. Don't ask. Anyway, I messed around with the recipe a little bit, adding eggs to the butter because I didn't think 1/2 cup melted butter was going to be enough for four pounds of thighs. Also added garlic because the coating was vaguely Italian (Parmesan cheese, parsley, oregano) and substituted chili powder for the salt and pepper. It turned out okay, I guess; not the awesome can't stop eating this results others claimed, but it sure beat plain baked chicken. Also cooked a couple pounds of cauliflower, added butter and garlic, and mashed the crap out of it. Also yummy.

So of course after I finish this, P summons me forth to wings. I only had one basket since I was pretty full from dinner, and wanted the wings mainly for the therapeutic value of spicy Caribbean sauce. Wings delivered.

This post at Power Line reminded me of this song: Fallin' In Love by the Souther-Hillman-Furay band, which got a few minutes of airplay back in '74. It's held up pretty well, and I was glad to find it again; also glad to be warned that Chris Hillman had gone back to his bluegrass roots. I like me some country; bluegrass, not so much.
(Cf. my quip to [livejournal.com profile] stuckintraffik that bluegrass was what NPR listeners called country music so they wouldn't be embarrassed by association with rednecks.)
Anyway, it's a nice song which captured a mood for me back then, and you might like it too, for the same reasons.

Now I'm going to take a couple Nyquil and rack out. I got a long day of driving, Ukrainian prayer, and law readin' ahead of me tomorrow and I really ought to get a decent night's sleep.


Nov. 30th, 2010 10:22 pm
wombat_socho: Wombat (DC)
(h/t [livejournal.com profile] cutelildrow, who ganked it from [livejournal.com profile] melvin_udall)

That pretty much sums it up.

In other news, maxed the last quiz in tax class this morning after going in cold, having forgotten that the quiz was today. Final's a week from Thursday. I'm stoked.
Picked up P from Dulles, played her Stacie Collins' Lend The Devil A Hand*, which P agreed rocked very hard. Had dinner with P, dropped her off at her place, then maneuvered through the back roads of Loudoun County to US 29 and then headed for Intermediate Accounting class, arriving only 20 minutes late. Busy day and a good one.

*Off the incredibly awesome Sometimes Ya Gotta, available for download through this here link. Click it. You know you want to. Wombat needs more BACON!
wombat_socho: Wombat (Catholic)
Or maybe the reverse, I 'm not sure. Anyway...because I had somehow gotten it into my head that the 7th of November was yesterday and not today, I was very surprised to show up for Mass 45 minutes late and find a bunch of people standing around outside, traffic cones all over the place, and a table set up on the porch of the church. I asked one of the people standing around if there was a wedding or something going on, and he looked at me strangely and answered that no, the church was celebrating it's 30th anniversary today and there would be a reconsecration starting at 1 PM followed by a Mass and a celebratory banquet. "But I thought that was yesterday," I replied. He shook his head. "No, the seventh is very definitely today." So, well, that threw a monkey wrench into the day's plans. P and I were planning to head up to Baltimore to see [livejournal.com profile] therevdrnye and hopefully talk to him a little, and our plan had been to meet up in Laurel at 1330 or so, which would allow me to attend Mass and also require that we'd only have to take one truck up to the hospital. Having a consecration ceremony starting at 1300 would be Awkward.

Well, there was nothing for it but to hang out and wait for P's call, and meanwhile take lots of pictures of a procession of cute Ukrainian girls in traditional costumes, hunky Ukrainian guys (ditto), icons, gonfalons, and bringing up the rear, our pastor and the Metropolitan, both of whom were decked out in liturgical regalia that would have made Elvis slack-jawed with amazement. I'm not sure even the Pope has vestments this flashy. Makes me wish I'd brought a real camera, but then if I'd remembered to bring that...ah, never mind. P didn't call until after the Metropolitan had blessed the cornerstone, so I got to see that, at least. (Pics posted on Facebook because this totally happened.)

And so I motored over to Laurel, met up with P in the parking lot across the street from [livejournal.com profile] digex' office and Warehouse of Holding, and proceeded up 95 to Baltimore with her. We were somewhat surprised to find about a dozen of Richard's friends from gaming and other fandoms/businesses there along with his father; introductions were made, and redone shortly afterward when [livejournal.com profile] therevdrnye's hosts Tad and Carrie showed up. Eventually P and I went in to visit, along with his father, but unfortunately [livejournal.com profile] therevdrnye was unconscious. Not too surprising, given that they had been at him with tubes and hoses for a good part of the morning. I'd like to think he knew that we were there for him.

By then it was about 1500, and we escaped just in time to miss most of the traffic from the Ravens' game. Not early enough to stop by the fabulous Laurel Meat Market, though, which was disappointing; we wound up doing dinner at the Japanese Steak House off Route 1 instead, being very careful to inquire about sauces and to decline the rice. Very good food! Got home ~1900 and have been putzing around on the internet since.
wombat_socho: Wombat (Default)
The Bleat.:
It’s infuriating how people fade away or sink into the deep, and there’s nothing you can do. There was a Great Divergence many years ago, and the social order forced in the basement of the Valli Pub fractured. Now. You may well think it’s preposterous to assume these things wouldn’t happen, since life consists of such fissures: grade school friends are lost to middle school, high school friends lost in the great new wave of college, college roommates forgotten when the workplace and the post-college claque of 20s-somethings takes over, and then this batch abandoned when kids and the Real Job and all the other anchors of adulthood are draped around your neck.

I know exactly what he's talking about. Because of the splintered time-line of my life, with all its moves and job changes (not to mention the peculiar nature of Minnesotans) there are a lot of people in my life who have just...vanished. I'm pretty sure most of them are still alive; I see traces of some of them on the internet, but they're just out of reach.

The Internet has fixed this to a certain extent, and I am grateful to Facebook for putting me back in touch with some of my friends from high school and the Army; it has also been a useful tool for staying in touch with my Anime Detour and Convergence peeps from Minnesota. Still, there are folks who hover out there somewhere on the internet like satellites in a distant orbit; we're aware of each others' existence but don't talk often, if at all. I wonder how much of that is because I'm not prone to pestering people. If we have stuff in common, then I'm very interested in getting together and doing that stuff, or at least talking about it, but if all we have in common is the fact that we were at the same high school thirty years ago, well, we may not have a whole lot to talk about. I sometimes wonder if this is the reason I'm not that close to my cousins. We've been living different lives in different places and don't have a whole lot in common except for blood. It may be thicker than water, but you can only talk about your relatives for so long.
wombat_socho: Wombat (DC)
Went to visit [livejournal.com profile] therevdrnye yesterday afternoon in the hospital and spent several hours there talking about music, SF and stuff like that. His O2 levels are up and CO2 levels down, apparently, since he's been moved out of the ICU up to the telemetry ward, and seems to be tracking pretty well. Considering he's subject to the vitals check every four hours, he's not getting big solid blocks of restful sleep, but then again the odds are pretty good that he's going to live through this. Life's full of trade-offs.

Headed down to Famous Dave's in Alexandria on Route 1 to cash in birthday coupon, ate a slab of (naked) ribs, went home with sampler platter. After doing stuff online, I was about to go to bed when P I.M.'d me and wanted to know if I wanted to do breakfast at the Paper Moon in Baltimore. Not having been there before, I said yes, and set 9 AM as the meetup time. Which would have worked fine if I'd gotten a decent night's sleep, but unfortunately my right leg woke me up at 0400 itching like the tortures of the damned, and wouldn't quiet down until I'd re-bandaged it and taken a couple of Benadryl. So I got about five hours of sleep in two chunks, got up and headed out on a cup of strong coffee. About two hours later, filled with rage at the state of Maryland, its drivers, the city of Baltimore, and humanity in general, I got to the Paper Moon. Breakfast followed, and while the havarti/avocado/bacon omelet was exceptional, the coffee tasted like ass. We therefore decamped to a coffee place near Baltimore's art college which had what I needed, after which P and her friend Page decamped to do bra shopping and I headed home in a semi-catatonic state.

Got home, vegged out, missed the small business class on account of leaving my phone in the bedroom with my pants, ate dinner and am typing this up before heading for an early bedtime, which I richly deserve. Tomorrow's going to be busy, and it makes me even more tired just thinking about it.
wombat_socho: Wombat (DC)
I didn't do a whole lot today; even playing eve was . Never got out of the apartment, so a bunch of stuff that kinda depended on me getting out to various places didn't happen.

Part of this was due to a late night chicken run out to Chantilly, where P gave me my late-arriving birthday present, a fine yellow sign suitable for my living room wall that warns WOMBAT XING. There were also wings, but the sign was the big thing. Going there and back kept me up until all hours of the morning, and so I slept in until about 1000.

I apparently did well on the ACC212 final and got a B for the course. Now I have to buckle down and get some work done on my fall classes, many of which I am horribly behind on. Others I'm merely confused about, but I expect over the next week all will be made clear, as clear as the Operating Code of the Spirit. I do need to spend a little time studying more the H&R Block midterm exam, which is also coming up next week. I am somewhat reassured that when I do the work for real, it won't be on paper.

Tomorrow I'm going to Silver Spring for Mass, and I expect I'll swing by Takoma Park and the Washington Adventist Hospital to see Richard before coming home and hitting the books.

Still not sure how I feel about the Rangers contending with the Yankees for the AL pennant. On the one hand, I hate the Rangers for pulling out in '72, but on the other hand...the Yankees. >:(
wombat_socho: Wombat (Original content)
This is a very personal post about very personal things. If you can find a lesson in my example to benefit you, then so much the better.
Would you like to know more? )
wombat_socho: Wombat (DC)
So P and I went forth to Skyline Drive, stopping en route at our favorite Sheetz for fuel, fluids and pork rinds; we also stopped at Front Royal's Walmart for cooking gear and MEAT. We probably should have gotten some other stuff, like plates and forks, but what the hell; we're both tactical, we had knives and stuff to flip the meat with, right?

Well, pretty much. We lit the bag (blessings on Kingswood for coming up with the Barbeque in a Bag, which is truly awesome), grilled the steaks, grilled the beer brats, butterflied the brats to make sure the insides cooked, and then did the same with the Italian 4-cheese sausages, but by then we were pretty full so only a couple of them got eaten. Welp. We had already eaten a pound and a half of meat at that point, after all, even if we were both ravenous by the time the steaks hit the grill.

Skyline Drive is pretty awesome this time of year, and the back country along route 55 isn't bad either. We're going to have to do this again before it gets too cold/icy/snowy.
wombat_socho: Wombat (DC)
Spent most of the weekend with my sleep cycle pretty badly messed up, to the point where I didn't get to sleep until 0400 Saturday morning and 0600 Sunday morning, which led to sleeping in until noon or later on both days. By Sunday evening I was in a weird state where my brain felt really tired but I wasn't sleepy; thank God for melatonin, which put me to sleep at a decent hour last night so I could wake up at a reasonable hour (0900) this morning after a good night's sleep.

Saturday evening I went up to Hagerstown with the Dunhams for baseball, having taken advantage of a deal which included four seats with four Suns hats and four free meal coupons from Chipotle. It was a good time despite the horrible showing by the Suns, who got blown out 6-1 (and it wasn't even that close, really) and the cheapness of the hats, which were not really Hagerstown Suns hats but just orange & black meshback hats with "SUNS" printed on the front. :( Anyhow, the main point of the trip was fulfilled, which is to say a good time outdoors with friends watching baseball.

Sunday was just kind of wasted...I spent most of the afternoon and evening just poking at different stuff on the Internet, playing Farmville in space, and re-reading Charles Stross' The Jennifer Morgue. There was a fleet op scheduled for Sunday night, but it involved screwing around on one of our allies' Teamspeak servers, and I had no energy for that. Wound up going out for melatonin, pork rinds, and nuts on sale at CVS, taking the melatonin, and going to bed early for once.

This morning began pleasantly as I did breakfast in Vienna with P at the original Amphora, came home by way of the library, and picked up a bunch of stuff , to wit:
a list of library gets )

The fall semester starts tonight at NoVa with Small Business Accounting. Didn't manage to wrap up Principles of Accounting II this weekend due to :effort:, but since I'm going to be spending three days a week on campus (Monday, Tuesday and Thursday) with Cowzilla I expect to knock it out fairly quickly along with the three new online courses. wifi card permitting. :)
wombat_socho: Wombat (DC)
And I can't get up. No, not really; it's just that things got really messed up over the weekend, dumb things were done, and it's made the last couple of days...painful.
Saturday night I was up until almost 0300, and I can't even remember WTF I was doing. This was really bad, because I needed to be in Herndon at 0900 to meet P for breakfast. I actually managed that...alarm went off at 0730 and I somehow managed not to fall asleep again. Got up, got dressed, got a large coffee from McD's and rolled out. Made it to the Amphora ~0845 and had more coffee. Breakfast was good, conversation was good, and then I drove home...and sat around in a daze for the rest of the day feeling bleh, pretty much. Went to bed around 1830, and fell asleep almost immediately.

Woke up at 0345 this morning, managed to function pretty well without coffee, and got a bunch of stuff done. Unfortunately, the early rise (and delayed breakfast) really messed me up as afternoon rolled around. Pushed myself to stay awake without caffeine, and so now I'm about ready to fall over.
wombat_socho: Curly W (baseball)
So little brother Carlos and I headed up to Hagerstown for the Suns' Independence Day matchup with the West Virginia Power, with post-game fireworks. The drive up, by way of the Dulles Toll Road/Greenway/Highway 7 and Interstate 81, was hot but fortunately dry. I arrived about 90 minutes late and found Carlos in the bar of the Chinese buffet attached to (but not part of) the Days Inn we were staying at. Some time later, after avoiding most of the carb-laden Oriental delights, we dropped our stuff in the room and headed off to the ballpark. The "box" seats I'd reserved were right down front to the left of home plare, which is a mistake I won't make again; I missed a lot of the first three innings because of late arrivals, children, and random fans wandering past. Next time I'm getting seats at a higher altitude. >:(

The game itself reminded me of just how much the kids learn on their way through the farm system. Both teams were just horrible on defense, with the visiting West Virginia Power being charged with five errors and the Suns with two, although I think the scorer was being excessively generous. There were plenty of booted balls, poor throws, dropped/missed balls, and just plain bad fielding to double those totals, easily. I don't think the Prairie League teams I saw in the late 90s were this bad.
Still, it was entertaining. As usual in the minor leagues, there was a comically costumed mascot, between-innings contests (usually featuring small children), dancing atop the dugout roofs, and similar amusements, and of course, this being Independence Day, there were fireworks set to patriotic music - Sousa marches, the four hymns of the Armed Forces, and Lee Greenwood's "God Bless the USA". Very nice. :)

Got up at 0800 the next morning, showered, dressed, and rode out to Willamsport for breakfast at Waffle House. No waffle for me, though. :(
Rode home by way of the Martinsburg Wal-Mart, I-81 to I-66 at Strasburg, and humorously enough stopped to tap my kidneys and get more fluids at the same Sheetz station I stopped at when I first came to the Commonwealth back in 2007, almost exactly three years ago. Going to spend some of this afternoon/evening catching up on Internet stuff of varying importance, then I'll probably have dinner and crash early since I didn't pack the nose hose this time and consequently didn't sleep too well.
wombat_socho: Wombat (DC)
Woke late - around 0900, which is getting to be late for me - and was futzing around online while absorbing coffee when P hit me up on Facebook chat and invited me out to lunch. So I suited up and headed out to Ashburn. We wound up at the Ashburn Buffalo Wing Factory, where it turned out that their wings weren't breaded, so I had some with spicy garlic butter. Yum.

After that, since P is on mids at work, I dropped her off and headed for the Wal-Mart, where I bought some household stuff and allergy medicine, which will hopefully extirpate the sore throat I've had for the last couple of days. Speaking of medical stuff, I got my support stockings from the VA yesterday and tried them on today, but not only were the zippers on the outside of the leg, but they blew out the first time I tried to put them on. Good thing I saved the box. :/

After the shopping I headed down the Fairfax County Parkway, enjoying the day and the metal coming out of the Sportage's speakers, and eventually arrived at the H&R Block District Office on Backlick Road. Here I picked up a copy of my 2009 return (the original seems to have been thrown out accidentally, or maybe just buried around here someplace), got a lead on a possible CSP job starting next month, and a heads-up that they're rearranging the districts so that Foxchase might be shifted to the Arlington district next season. Interesting. We'll see how that works out.

Forgot to stop at the bank, but I can always drop by there in the morning and get a roll of quarters for laundry then. Things are going almost too well. I wonder when the other shoe is going to drop.
wombat_socho: Wombat (HALO)
Went out to PRSFS last night; meeting was in the ass-end of Cheverly, practically in [livejournal.com profile] digex' back yard, and since I'd agreed to give one of the members a lift home to Vienna, it seemed only reasonable to get together with P, who is on her three-day weekend from working the midnight shift. The PRSFS meeting...hm. On the one hand, I like talking about science fiction, but on the other hand, I don't like being reminded of these truths:
cut to spare the f-list )
So...I dunno. It was good seeing Kyle & Monica, it was nice to see the hostess' charming daughter, but there were 4-5 people there who just got up my nose. Maybe I'll go back next month, and maybe I'll find something more constructive to do.

As mentioned before, returning one of the members to their place in Vienna took until 0100, at which point I got together with P for breakfast at Sheetz and a drive with conversation so we could get caught up with each other. Got home ~0300, full of caffeine, started reading Michael Flynn's The Wreck of The River of Stars to decompress, and that backfired by keeping me up until 0600. Up at 1400 with decent blood sugar...probably going to crash early tonight to get back on a normal sleep schedule.


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