Archive for December, 2003
If there’s anyone out there considering a new cellphone and/or service plan, may I recommend AT&T Wireless? Being a ‘new’ customer*, and having signed up for a two-year contract, I A) did not have to pay an activation fee (which was only $36, anyhow…) B) pay for my phone (the incredibly feature-packed Nokia 3595, which was only 49.99 to start with…) or C) pay for shipping. And they FedExed it. Overnight. To ALASKA. Without even asking me where I wanted it sent or how much I wanted to pay to send it there.
* I was an AT&T wireless customer before, but then CellularOne bought all of the cell towers in the state, which meant that all of that data somehow became their (CO’s) proprietary property, which meant that AT&T in Seattle couldn’t give me a new phone… It all strikes me as stupid, especially in this age of information and connectivity that we live in, but whatever.
Still no laptop, but it should be here tomorrow. I hope. I already have The Sims: Double Deluxe and Hot Date ready for it, hee. Yes, yes, I promise that I’ll use it for -serious- things, like school and email, but a girl needs her distractions…
Speaking of distractions, tomorrow is the Law And Order: SVU marathon. It’s a good show, but the heaviness of the subject matter makes a ‘whee!’ seem a little… I dunno, callous or something. I suppose I could say, ‘Christopher Meloni, whee!’, because let’s face it, he’s lovely to look at. And then there’s ‘Benson and Stabler interaction, whee!’; ‘Finn and Munch interaction, whee!’ and… Um… I don’t know what all else, as I’ve not watched enough of the show to like any of the DA’s/ADA’s.
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*Wavewave* Still here, still alive… *Grin* And I got a message today saying my laptop had shipped yesterday!
Also? I never thought I’d be so happy to see snow. Heh.
*Snerk* In the episode ‘A Hunter’s Game’ (which is about a case in AK), they show a pair of off-duty police officers hunting moose in the Knik River area… But the trees in the background? So -NOT- Knik River valley trees. And the real AK footage they showed prior to the police officers was from the old Old Seward Highway, on the way down to Girdwood — at least forty miles in the opposite direction from Knik.
Argh! “…in a city made up of strangers, it’s easy to be a missing person.” Anchorage is NOT a city where people just commute in to work every day, hello — Even in the boom years, people actually, like, lived there and made friends and lives and things. Gah.
Avant Gauche now has its own website — not much in the way of content, but it was really the links I was looking for, anyhow. Heh.
…I’m going through my collection of bookmarks that I keep online, sort of at random. I’m hungry, and I need to go make a call or two to see if anyone has found my little card with my bank-account number on it… I think I lost it somewhere between Pike Place Market and a bakery on 4th. *Grump* Not that I’m worried about it falling into the wrong hands — the bank is waaay too vigilant to let some random stranger withdraw money from my account — but I already had enough to do today without having to add -that-, too.
Hee! Williams College Trivia Contest Archives — including a couple of years titled with Tick quotes!
Also? I have just ordered my laptop. Yay, yay, YAY! Next year, I shall have my email back, and my icons, and layouts, and writing, and all kinds of things. Thank -good-ness.
I miss the HissyFit forums something -fierce-. Particularly now, as I actually have fodder for the ‘Bad Neighbors’ thread… It’s Sunday night. It’s nine-thirty. Quiet hours? Start at -nine-. Who’s bass is pounding and practically rattling my fillings? That’s right.
I suppose I ought to cut them some slack, what with it officially being WinterHols break, and the fact that they’ve actually been really good the last month or so, not playing their stupid music at ridiculous decibel levels after nine or so. But still!
…Okay, when I can hear the lyrics through the wall/window (which is _NOT_ open), it’s entirely too loud.
And then, as I got dressed to go over there and rant, they shut off the stereo and slammed their window shut. Bah.
PopJapan.TV, which I may have covered in a previous post.
The damnable neighbors are smoking again. If I weren’t so passive (read: ‘afraid of getting my ass kicked’), I’d get my stick out from under my bed and go over to demand that they stop it already before I call up the police and recommend a canine unit come over to check out the nest of hard-core drug-dealers that are living in the building… (No, there’re -no- dealers living here, as far as I know. A lot of potheads, but no, like, crack-dealers.) Guh.
My roomie kindly allowed me to use her computer for a little bit, which is so nice… I cleaned the kitchen for her. Heh.
I’m planning on reading The Spirit Ring to my mother after Christmas, because it is a good and funny book and she will like it. And I’m going to take the big book of Gothic art and architecture that I found at the library, too.
I’m trying to find bead stores that are closer than Ballard. Not that going to Ballard is -impossible-, it’s just that I’d rather not if I didn’t _have_ to. So far, I’ve found the Google directory of Downtown businesses and Seek On Search’s Seattle directory (which has lots of interesting/fun links).
Less than a week ’til I leave! My roommate doesn’t actually -want- to go home/spend a lot of time with her family, mostly because all of her stuff is in our apartment rather than because she detests her folks. I, however, keep forgetting that she doesn’t want to leave, and so keep reminding her that I’ll be here for a few days, and that I can clean up/unplug stuff/do laundry/whatever so she can get on her way…. Not that she doesn’t appreciate the offer, but she’s intentionally dragging her feet.
Me, on the other hand, I canNOT -wait- to get to SeaTac. I want to go home, and I want to go, y’know, -tonight-. I can’t, though, because the written part of Finals is tonight, and if I miss it, I’ll be a sad, sad little weasel. The baking part has gone quite well, though — we got all of our egg-dough rolls done last night, as well as the yellow butter cakes that we’re filling, icing, decorating, cutting, plating and presenting tonight. It sounds like a lot, but it’s really not — the parts that take the longest are figuring out how you want to decorate the cake and then deciding on how you want to plate and present it, and that’s because those are aesthetic things that no one can write specific instructions for. Vague ones, like ’strive for balance’ and ‘remember that opposites are often the most complementary elements one can use’, yeah, sure.
I also want to do a little bit more Christmas shopping before I leave. My brother wants Crumpet-Shop crumpets, and I’ve got a couple of other things in mind for my mother… I just need to find purveyors of the things I’m looking for. And, of course, I need to figure out what to get my grandparents and my aunts and uncle(s)… And Dory and the kids… Oi. Ah well, at least I have a decent excuse for being tardy _this_ year. Kinda.
It’s Laundry Day!
Okay, so I’m not so excited about that. I am, however, excited about finding a copy of a movie that my dad has been looking for for ages on Half.com, for a decent price. I hope it will arrive in time for Christmas, but I don’t think he’ll mind if it’s a little late.
Other Fun Stuff…? None, really. And now I am off, because my tutoring person didn’t show. Nap, or laundry? Nap, or laundry? Hmm…