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May. 11th, 2006 10:00 pmToday I ran the vacuum, I did a load of dishes, I packed, I moved boxes, I made a meatloaf, I sewed two buttons back on my favourite pair of shorts, I blackmailed my brother into taking out the trash, I brushed my dog's teeth (how come humans don't get chicken flavoured toothpaste, huh?) and I still got scolded because I didn't scrub the broiler pan.
1. Broiler pan was not placed in or near sink.
2. Broiler pan was not, in fact, visible at any time as a cue that I was to scrub it.
3. WTF BROILER PAN.
If I were not leaving this place of wrath and tears on Saturday, I would stab someone.
Which brings me to the second clause of this LJ post, to wit: I am leaving on Saturday. I will be at Points Distant. I will have a reasonable amount of internet access given that most of my day will be spent Not At A Computer, so there should be updates and photos and stuff like that, but I doubt there will be much chatting, gratuitous posting, pornography, or all the other things one comes to expect of Sam's Cafe.
For about a week, I actually won't even have a computer handy, because I'm going to go rough it with a bunch of traditional dancers and sing songs with "whack-fal-the-diddle-al-the-day" in the chorus. Tha sangs o'tha auld countra, Jem!
So, yes. I'm immensely looking forward to the whole trip. Which brings us to the third clause:
Right on cue, I have a cold.
BRILLIANT.
1. Broiler pan was not placed in or near sink.
2. Broiler pan was not, in fact, visible at any time as a cue that I was to scrub it.
3. WTF BROILER PAN.
If I were not leaving this place of wrath and tears on Saturday, I would stab someone.
Which brings me to the second clause of this LJ post, to wit: I am leaving on Saturday. I will be at Points Distant. I will have a reasonable amount of internet access given that most of my day will be spent Not At A Computer, so there should be updates and photos and stuff like that, but I doubt there will be much chatting, gratuitous posting, pornography, or all the other things one comes to expect of Sam's Cafe.
For about a week, I actually won't even have a computer handy, because I'm going to go rough it with a bunch of traditional dancers and sing songs with "whack-fal-the-diddle-al-the-day" in the chorus. Tha sangs o'tha auld countra, Jem!
So, yes. I'm immensely looking forward to the whole trip. Which brings us to the third clause:
Right on cue, I have a cold.
BRILLIANT.