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A stranger (with a much bigger x-shaped lug wrench than mine, fortunately) stopped to help me replace the dead tire with the %#@^ing toy spare (I understand the reasons for those but I still dislike them). I got to rehearsal very late. On the way home I faced a series of much smaller mishaps, but each was extra annoying because its annoy-ness built upon my accumulated annoyance so far; the last was, a mere mile from home after a drive that took a little less than twice as long as usual because of having to slow down on the toy spare, I arrived at the railroad crossing at the same time as a freight train did. (Okay, most-of-a-minute before the train, but the gates were down and the red lights flashing and a handful of other cars were stopped ahead of me.) The train was moving at a speed of approximately (I counted syllables, having forgotten that my phone has a stopwatch function) six boxcar-lengths per minute.

I did eventually get home. And an already too-full week now has yet another to-do item in it.

I also got a little good news today (or at least the long-awaited cessation of an ongoing bad-news-ness), but this is a whining entry so that'll wait. :-þ

A stranger (with a much bigger x-shaped lug wrench than mine, fortunately) stopped to help me replace the dead tire with the %#@^ing toy spare (I understand the reasons for those but I still dislike them). I got to rehearsal very late. On the way home I faced a series of much smaller mishaps, but each was extra annoying because its annoy-ness built upon my accumulated annoyance so far; the last was, a mere mile from home after a drive that took a little less than twice as long as usual because of having to slow down on the toy spare, I arrived at the railroad crossing at the same time as a freight train did. (Okay, most-of-a-minute before the train, but the gates were down and the red lights flashing and a handful of other cars were stopped ahead of me.) The train was moving at a speed of approximately (I counted syllables, having forgotten that my phone has a stopwatch function) six boxcar-lengths per minute.

I did eventually get home. And an already too-full week now has yet another to-do item in it.

I also got a little good news today (or at least the long-awaited cessation of an ongoing bad-news-ness), but this is a whining entry so that'll wait. :-þ

Regarding the US Department of Health and Human Services proposal that would redefine contraception as abortion (by changing the definition of 'pregnant' -- and thus prohibit federal grant recipients from requiring employees to provide contraception or advice regarding it), theweaselking wrote on 2008-07-16:

I'm just waiting for the logical next steps:

1. "Life begins at penetration", so saying "no" after things start is murder.

2. "Life begins at lust", so saying "no" is illegal.

3. "Life begins at menstruation", so not being pregnant is illegal.

At that point, women will have finally taken their proper role, according to the Baptists.

Elsewhere, XNeeOhCon apparently saw a similar progression, writng on 2008-07-15:

I have the solution to this problem. We encourage them to continue this line of logic until they define abstinance as the ultimate birth control which is therefore the ultimate abortion. Then, after their heads explode, we come back in, clean up, and change the laws back to a reasonable level.

Regarding the US Department of Health and Human Services proposal that would redefine contraception as abortion (by changing the definition of 'pregnant' -- and thus prohibit federal grant recipients from requiring employees to provide contraception or advice regarding it), theweaselking wrote on 2008-07-16:

I'm just waiting for the logical next steps:

1. "Life begins at penetration", so saying "no" after things start is murder.

2. "Life begins at lust", so saying "no" is illegal.

3. "Life begins at menstruation", so not being pregnant is illegal.

At that point, women will have finally taken their proper role, according to the Baptists.

Elsewhere, XNeeOhCon apparently saw a similar progression, writng on 2008-07-15:

I have the solution to this problem. We encourage them to continue this line of logic until they define abstinance as the ultimate birth control which is therefore the ultimate abortion. Then, after their heads explode, we come back in, clean up, and change the laws back to a reasonable level.

So, after going to rehearsal last night despite feeling week and achy, having a flat tire en route, having the fast-food burrito I grabbed afterward fall apart while I was eating it and spill goop on my skirt, running into a series of delays in a supermarket checkout line, driving home ever so slowly because of the toy ('donut') spare tire, getting stuck at at a railroad crossing, and feeling ever so much more wretched by the time I got home than when I'd left ...

... I got Very Little Sleep this morning because about an hour and a half after I finally fell asleep, I was woken by ( ewww ewww ewww yuck )

I'll post the photos later today (my computer is being too slow and I need to get out the door and go see the doctor). They will be cut-tagged as well, yes.

In other news, they're resurfacing a street three blocks south of here, the wind is currently switching back and forth between coming from the northwest and the southwest, and most of what I can smell right now is the sulferous, dieselly scent of hot asphalt.

So, after going to rehearsal last night despite feeling week and achy, having a flat tire en route, having the fast-food burrito I grabbed afterward fall apart while I was eating it and spill goop on my skirt, running into a series of delays in a supermarket checkout line, driving home ever so slowly because of the toy ('donut') spare tire, getting stuck at at a railroad crossing, and feeling ever so much more wretched by the time I got home than when I'd left ...

... I got Very Little Sleep this morning because about an hour and a half after I finally fell asleep, I was woken by ( ewww ewww ewww yuck )

I'll post the photos later today (my computer is being too slow and I need to get out the door and go see the doctor). They will be cut-tagged as well, yes.

In other news, they're resurfacing a street three blocks south of here, the wind is currently switching back and forth between coming from the northwest and the southwest, and most of what I can smell right now is the sulferous, dieselly scent of hot asphalt.

So there was my rude awakening this morning too soon after I'd fallen asleep and with too much "eww" in it. And spending pretty much all day at the doctor waiting my turn (got seen at quarter to 14, left there at 14:30 -- and so much for my to-do list for today). And the promise -- or threat -- of photos.

( photos, high magnification, thingie with more than four legs )

I don't think I'm going to bother trying to track down what species it is using pictures. There are so many of that class to sift through.

Doc says I'm fine (I just have to wait for the itching to stop). I am so very, very, very tired right now. And I'm no closer to being packed for Pennsic, nor have I replaced that tire. Bleah. (Next question: can I afford the tire and groceries for Pennsic?) Anyhow, there are the photos. Click or not, according to how much they're likely to make you twitch.

In better news, I have my tramadol again, so maybe I can pack for War without being in as much pain as I've been in for most of the last few months. (When it gets to the point where standing up means the weight of my arms hurts my shoulders ... that gets a bit difficult to cope with.)

So there was my rude awakening this morning too soon after I'd fallen asleep and with too much "eww" in it. And spending pretty much all day at the doctor waiting my turn (got seen at quarter to 14, left there at 14:30 -- and so much for my to-do list for today). And the promise -- or threat -- of photos.

( photos, high magnification, thingie with more than four legs )

I don't think I'm going to bother trying to track down what species it is using pictures. There are so many of that class to sift through.

Doc says I'm fine (I just have to wait for the itching to stop). I am so very, very, very tired right now. And I'm no closer to being packed for Pennsic, nor have I replaced that tire. Bleah. (Next question: can I afford the tire and groceries for Pennsic?) Anyhow, there are the photos. Click or not, according to how much they're likely to make you twitch.

In better news, I have my tramadol again, so maybe I can pack for War without being in as much pain as I've been in for most of the last few months. (When it gets to the point where standing up means the weight of my arms hurts my shoulders ... that gets a bit difficult to cope with.)