Aug. 1st, 2006
Sui Generis Fin
Aug. 1st, 2006 06:43 pmAt 10:48, whilst waiting to complete the final registration process for school, I finished "Sui Generis." YAY!!!!!
I didn't have to wait nearly as long at the school today as I have the other days. Today was the day I would find out whether or not I would have to take any placement tests. Because of my extensive English courses in both high school and college, I was fine there. Math was a different matter. They set me up for a math test to see if I'd need to take any algebra courses. I went into the testing room resigned to the fact that I was about to make a spectacle of myself. It turns out that I did better than I expected and actually did well enough to not have to take any math courses. ::puffs up:: Maybe I'm better at math than I thought I was. Or maybe I'm just a really good guesser. Either way, I was in the home stretch of registration. I was directed to the registration office where I signed in and began to wait. It took about an hour before I was called back. My "adviser" had the personality of wet towel. That said, registration when quickly and without incident, although he did ask me if I had cats because he noticed the scratch I got on my arm, courtesy of Aloysius. When I told him yes and how many, he looked at me like I was some sort of crazy cat lady and hurried me out of his cube. That's fine. At least now I have my class schedule and equipment requirements. I get to go back on Friday and mooch for money, aka talk to Financial Aid.
While I was waiting to be registered, I wrapped up "Sui Generis" with, if I may say so, a mighty fine segue into "Beautiful Pets." It still needs some tweaking here and there, but I'm well-pleased to finally have this story/chapter behind me. Cadmus' brief biography has been plaguing me for...oh....six years. It's about bloody time I got it on paper.
After I left the school, I zipped by Llew's place of employment and dropped off my computer so he could work on that Power Point project. The plan was that I'd pick the computer up when I went to see him at home this evening. After leaving the shop, I stopped at the vet's office to pick up some Interceptor for the dogs, then I went home and collected Aunt Tudi to take her to her eye doctor.
We got to Dr. Weeks a little early, so they went ahead and took Aunt Tudi on back. They dilated her eyes, which is always fun -- for me. I love dilated eyes. I think there's something fundamentally Elven about them. So I've spent a lot of time gazing into Aunt Tudi's eyeballs. She got a pretty good report. Her cataracts are a little foggier, but not too bad, and she still doesn't need prescription glasses. She's 62 and only needs drugstore reading glasses, and I'm 38 and have been wearing prescription lenses for two years. What's wrong with this picture?
After the doc, we ran by the grocery for some pop, milk, and cheese, because that's what we're living on at the moment. By the time we got home, both of us were so sick from the heat, Aunt Tudi passed out on the couch in front of a fan, and I horked up my lungs in the bathroom. I hate Summer. And I hate global warming. And I hate that shithead in Washington DC who says there's no such thing. Thanks to my getting sick from the heat, mine and Llew's festivities have been postponed until Thursday evening. He came back on his way home from work and gave me my computer and here I am.
At least now, I've cooled off and am no longer churned up from the heat. Blech. Tomorrow we're under another heat advisory. I may avoid the out of doors at all costs.
While I was waiting to be registered, I wrapped up "Sui Generis" with, if I may say so, a mighty fine segue into "Beautiful Pets." It still needs some tweaking here and there, but I'm well-pleased to finally have this story/chapter behind me. Cadmus' brief biography has been plaguing me for...oh....six years. It's about bloody time I got it on paper.
After I left the school, I zipped by Llew's place of employment and dropped off my computer so he could work on that Power Point project. The plan was that I'd pick the computer up when I went to see him at home this evening. After leaving the shop, I stopped at the vet's office to pick up some Interceptor for the dogs, then I went home and collected Aunt Tudi to take her to her eye doctor.
We got to Dr. Weeks a little early, so they went ahead and took Aunt Tudi on back. They dilated her eyes, which is always fun -- for me. I love dilated eyes. I think there's something fundamentally Elven about them. So I've spent a lot of time gazing into Aunt Tudi's eyeballs. She got a pretty good report. Her cataracts are a little foggier, but not too bad, and she still doesn't need prescription glasses. She's 62 and only needs drugstore reading glasses, and I'm 38 and have been wearing prescription lenses for two years. What's wrong with this picture?
After the doc, we ran by the grocery for some pop, milk, and cheese, because that's what we're living on at the moment. By the time we got home, both of us were so sick from the heat, Aunt Tudi passed out on the couch in front of a fan, and I horked up my lungs in the bathroom. I hate Summer. And I hate global warming. And I hate that shithead in Washington DC who says there's no such thing. Thanks to my getting sick from the heat, mine and Llew's festivities have been postponed until Thursday evening. He came back on his way home from work and gave me my computer and here I am.
At least now, I've cooled off and am no longer churned up from the heat. Blech. Tomorrow we're under another heat advisory. I may avoid the out of doors at all costs.
A song about the heatwave
Aug. 1st, 2006 09:18 pmThis memory was triggered by a post about the heatwave made by our very own ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
popfiend.
Granny made this up in 1978, when Asheville was suffering a very un-Ashevillian heatwave. We were in the 90s there for about a two weeks and, back then, hardly any of us had air conditioning. Asheville in the 70s was a lot like England, I reckon. It was pretty comfy all year 'round, with the bonus of snow! Asheville was, at time time, ill-equipped to deal with the sun's true fury. In those days, all the cool we had in our apartment was a fan that drank oil like an alcoholic does Southern Comfort. It would squeal with the most horrid noise you can imagine (kinda like Jim Carrey making the most annoying sound on Earth in Dumb & Dumber....actually, just like that) and it would shimmy and shake because it just couldn't utilise the oil that we poured all over it. So we had the fan tied onto a straight chair and we called it "The Screamer." There was a lot of screaming that Summer.
So anyway, during that heatwave, Granny gave new lyrics to that "We're having a heatwave" song. And she taught it to me, who thought it was the funniest fucking thing I'd ever heard, being a neophyte Goth and pre-Creep. Almost every day, we'd join voices in song, trying to drown out The Screamer, and we would sing:
Despite the current misery for just about everyone I know both online and off, I still this is pretty damned funny. Feel free to sing along, if you have enough energy after the sun has sucked out your very soul.
popfiend.Granny made this up in 1978, when Asheville was suffering a very un-Ashevillian heatwave. We were in the 90s there for about a two weeks and, back then, hardly any of us had air conditioning. Asheville in the 70s was a lot like England, I reckon. It was pretty comfy all year 'round, with the bonus of snow! Asheville was, at time time, ill-equipped to deal with the sun's true fury. In those days, all the cool we had in our apartment was a fan that drank oil like an alcoholic does Southern Comfort. It would squeal with the most horrid noise you can imagine (kinda like Jim Carrey making the most annoying sound on Earth in Dumb & Dumber....actually, just like that) and it would shimmy and shake because it just couldn't utilise the oil that we poured all over it. So we had the fan tied onto a straight chair and we called it "The Screamer." There was a lot of screaming that Summer.
So anyway, during that heatwave, Granny gave new lyrics to that "We're having a heatwave" song. And she taught it to me, who thought it was the funniest fucking thing I'd ever heard, being a neophyte Goth and pre-Creep. Almost every day, we'd join voices in song, trying to drown out The Screamer, and we would sing:
We're havin' a heatwave
A tropical heatwave
People are dyin' and people are cryin'
Because of the heatwaaaaave
A tropical heatwave
People are dyin' and people are cryin'
Because of the heatwaaaaave
Despite the current misery for just about everyone I know both online and off, I still this is pretty damned funny. Feel free to sing along, if you have enough energy after the sun has sucked out your very soul.
