Saturday, March 23, 2013

Cat Hair And Despair

'Twas a busy week. 

Spent a couple days working on the house, including cleaning for the arrival of my in-laws. The 4 garbage bags of fur collected have already been carded, I expect to get to spinning it after Easter, upon finishing the war on Easter and having brunch. (I expect the black and white hair of Diva Kitteh will make a fine, soft weave, akin to cashmere, while the coarser, vacuum destroying fur of Punkboy will make a near indestructible kevlar vest.) The really big prep is for the carpentry next week, and then moving downstairs Easter weekend - I have beer and brats for volunteers willing to do what I tell them while I drink beer and have brats, real brats, from Wisconsin, not any of the eldritch abominations Minnesotans call brats, and who the fuck puts catsup on a brat anyways, I mean, goddammit, I bought a package of Minnesota made 'sausage', garlic shambling mound flavoured, the other day and it had an instant coupon on it for 'Real California Cheese',

no one knows what that it because California cheese resides in an even more netherworld than Minnesota sausage and I live in bizarroworld I keep expecting to turn on the TV AND FIND WE HAD A WACKJOBBIER-THAN-ME-CONSPIRACY-THEORIST-FUCKING-WRESTLER-AS-GOV

-"PALEO!"

Just a momentum, poor favor.

-Yes Sweetie?
-"murmurmurmurwhisperyoudumbbastardmumble"
-No shit? grumblepoopdammitlooklikeabloodyidiot

Ummm, I also spent some time applying for a job, internally, big step up, and the first time I've ever had to do a professional resume, as much as a CV as anything, my boss, who is helping me with this, thought it turned out all right. Just to 'splain - although I have, and make no bones about having, certain ambitions regarding responsibilities, taking a little control over my own job, certainly a little more cash wouldn't hurt, my primary ambition is banker's hours. I want to come home, have dinner with my Sweetie, have the national holidays off, have a dog, as opposed to working every other weekend and if enough preventive maintenance is happening, every weekend. I think I've earned a bit. Wish me luck, just getting an interview might be tough but if I can get that, I'm pretty confident in my ability to make an impression.

Srsly.

-Sweetie, quit laughing.

Anyhow, I appreciate wishes of luck, and if you are a particularly unlucky sort, I'll accept Scotch.

Ta!

38 comments:

  1. Unlucky is my life. An alarming number of the bloggerhood have lost their jobs since associating with me.

    Sorry about that.

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    1. Right, so I'll put you down for Scotch, then?

      Bruichladdich?

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    2. Holy dammit, weekend suddenly got 'spensive

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  2. Good luck, paleo!

    Catsup on brats? Ewwwwwwww.

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    1. Thanks for both the luck and the common sense, unheard of by too many people here in the swampland, that THE BRAT IS GOOD, THE TOMATO IS EVIL.

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    2. That's a horrible thing to say. I have said many times that I have a love for tomatoes that borders on perverted. OK, it is perverted. I want to rub a tomato against my cheek and sigh longingly even as a type this. But still...catsup on brats? Ick.

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    3. Ketchup is the suck. If it were any good it would be consistently spelled.

      Tomatoes themselves are OK. On the other hand, pickles no, pickle relish yes.

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    4. Well, Bouffant has made no secret of the fact that he's insane.

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    5. OK, it is perverted. I want to rub a tomato against my cheek and sigh longingly even as a type this.

      Ummm. And?

      If it were any good it would be consistently spelled.
      And derived in some way from the spelling of TOMATO.

      pickle relish yes.
      Good tartar sauce for french fries.

      Well, Bouffant has made no secret of the fact that he's insane.
      I knew I recognized you from the clinic!

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    6. Good tartar sauce for french fries.

      I thought I was the only one who did that.

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    7. Good tartar sauce for french fries.

      I thought I was the only one who did that.


      Seriously the only way to fly!

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    8. Surely you mean the only way to fry.

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  3. You've probably never had a proper brat, Noise-Spencer.

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    1. The doc seems well traveled, may have made it to FSM's country for real sausage at some point. Right, Dr. Noisewater?

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    2. I must say that I do not object to tomato-based condiments on my brat, depending on what is available. Sometimes.

      I like to pretend it's blood and entrails.

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    3. Why don't you just cut to the chase and eat blood and entrails?

      Damn, I think I need to hit Inca y Gaucho.

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    4. I like to pretend it's blood and entrails.
      I'm german and I won't eat blutwurst...Or haggis.

      Damn, I think I need to hit Inca y Gaucho.
      Any of that come with a free stent?

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    1. Must check netflix and reserve a weekend...

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  5. Paleo, you're neck of the woods is one on of the few places in this fine country I have not graced with my presence.

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    1. Make sure you get some cheese curds... they're squeaky!

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    2. Well, yer grace, get the curds from a small dairy right out of the curdler. Have a lift home, like a two wheel cart and a willing gentleman. Prepare for Dudeskull's future therapy when he realizes that curds do not substitute for the other three food groups.

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  6. Leave Cali's real dairy the eff alone. Our cows are happy!!

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    1. WANT.

      More bloody cash I doesn't have...

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    1. I don't want to be at work. Let's meet at Tomah and drink copious amounts of something horrible for us.

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    2. Too late though. Did a bank run (heh) and a job site visit before even making it in, and now I actually have a bit of drawing board time this afternoon....

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    3. Yeah, it weren't gonna happen today, too big/labor intensive a weekend coming up, but I tell you what, for a good 15-20 minutes that was definitely the best idea I'd had in a bit, and I was ciphering how to do it!

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