The temporary Hastings thread

Feel better, Sam, and stay warm if you can. It is REALLY cold up here this morning and I need to drive J. to preschool shortly. I'm not looking forward to it!

it is 32 here! that's pretty damn frigid for us.

I went back to bed for awhile and am now drinking coffee. good.

I just replaced a headlight on my car, and I believe that one of my fingers fell of in the process.

HI DERE IT IS 64 DEGREES HERE

ALSO I AM PUKING ;_;

sick too?

I'm in my sewing room with a space heater and knee high socks. quite cozy.

now only if I could breathe. . .

Dan, ugh, so sorry you're sick. Puking is the worst.

John, I hope you kept the finger; perhaps it can be gently heated and then re-attached.

I'm warm because I took a shower. But now my hair is wet and I have to go pick J. back up. Maybe it's finally time to buy a hair dryer, huh.

Also, a friend just sent me this link with the message "for the geek in your life...." http://www.thinkgeek.com/ Check out the page with caffeine-related gifts. I don't know if A. would go for caffeine-infused soap, though...

DAN, NO MAS TEQUILA!

Sorry.

It's not that much later in the day in Boston, John.

Ha ha, so I mentioned thinkgeek.com to A. over lunch. What does he tell me? "Oh yeah, I have a wish list there!"

God, I wish it was tequila and not some stupid stomach bug that I've been battling all week. Nausea + diarrhea = ew.

Yikes, that is the worst. Sorry Dan. So far as I know, all you can do is wait it out and try to stay hydrated.

Stay warm, get healthy, and happy weekends to all...

I have made BARS. PHEAR ME!

Also I have obtained the new Y: The Last Man graphic novel.

AND the Will Smith talk from the past week reminded me of something: A. made a mix tape for me when we were first going out that includes, "Then She Bit Me" (DJ Jazzy Jeff, etc.) To this day, if I say anything like, "I'm going to run to the bathroom," A. will say, "Psyche! I was drafted!"

John, 3 things:
1. I'll be by around 5:40 tomorrow.
2. I think that insaney intricate wooden sculpture your father has is made for Japanese Buddhist alters.
3. http://www.sega-16.com/forum/showthread.php?t=2117

1. WHiskey Dick plays at 6
2. I have no idea what you're talking about
3. My head feels like a bell, ringing with the hungover sounds of pain.

1. That was the point. to see only the good band. Biotch.
2. He does......biotch.
3. ................bitch.

So, how was everyone's weekend?

insane

Mine: also freaking insane. For one thing, I went to a party that had a ice sculpture... of two penguins. (Also a chocolate fountain and an open bar, all v. good.)

DAER ALMIGHTY JESUS, WHY YOU BRAEK CAR?

I was sick for most of it! YAY

Dan - I hope you feel better now. (Do you?) I totally dropped your Mom's name at the party, as it was in HSTNGS. (The guy I was talking to was like, "oh yeah, she could have run for anything...")

John - what's wrong with your car? (The mental image of you walking to work in a blizzard - like Michael Landon in Little House on the Prairie - is really hard to resist here, but I'm trying.)

WOAH SONNED IN A TANK BEEF

(all-morning training session simultaneously suck and rule, btw)

my stomach has been giving me grief since last night. was it the dinner I made?

Sam - feel better. It wasn't the dinner you made. It was GERMS. (Disclaimer: diagnosis might be completely wrong.) Dan - I hope you're better!

J. has a cold and she seems to have croup. This is the conversation I woke up to, for your entertainment:

J: Mom! I had a waffle for breakfast and I sneezed and I coughed and goop came out of my NOSE.

Me: (sympathetically) Oh, yuck!

J: No, COOL!

whiskey dick? did you guyses go to the BODOG BATTLE????

Yep. HOLY CRAP IT WAS AWFUL.

Whiskey dick was good though.

bodog was very interested in maps of norway participating in said battle.

they must've spammed like every band in the twin cities.

leroy smokes won i guess? they've been around for ever.

Okay, my Dad just called me to tell me that he sent me an email. Does anyone else's parent still not quite grasp the notion of email?

Dude, SaILo got a MySpace message about that.
I deleted it...
I mean, we wouldn't have gotten in, wouldn't have made it to the air, wouldn't have won, and wouldn't have gotten paid(they'd probably pull us off the stage once Al3X started talking about giving everyone AIDS).

In any case, EVERYONE but Whiskey Dick was AWEFUL.
13th Step has a FOLLOWING?
ONE CHORD BULLSHIT with UGLY UGLY people.

The band oafter that was LITERALLY one chord bullshit with a plastic diggerydoo player.
That's when rahb and I left.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jH8gtrD4_C4
I think "Filthy Geeze Handyman sounds better.

But now I present happy kitty time.

ok. NOW I present happy kitty time:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c3QLpDzmo20

I truly hope no one here has been turned into a human popsicle. It's cold out there.

ugh. . .so don't want to be at work. still teary and just, flat.

about to leave for three straight hours of meetings with my most favoritest clients in the world. (previous statement might be sarcastic)

please shoot me.

I'm so sorry Sam. The whole situatin just sucks. I hope your "favorite" clients dodged out on you...

my two meetings actually went very well. I'm tremendously pleased as I needed some goodness today.

Hello everyone...sorry I've been MIA of late, been fixing cars and doing mod battle on IMM. Hows tricks?

Apologies also for my MIA but that's about to be rectified BIGSTYLE as am home for three weeks in one week's time.

Sam - glad your meetings went so well! What a great suprise!

John - how's your car doing? Did you have your finger re-attached?

Suzy - YAY, you're coming HOME!!! (Christ, it's cold, though.)

My car is much better. Unfortunately, due to the cost of replacing the radiator, Christmas is cancelled. BLARGH.

Ugh, I'm sorry. That sucks. MONEY sucks (at least when you have less than you need. Or want.) All that being said, I think you will still come up with some Christmas.

Case in point: the year A. and I moved into an actual house, he switched jobs - and there was a month or so when we didn't have enough money to do anything but pay the mortgage payment. In December. Oh yeah, and we had a new baby, too! We still had Christmas, though - and I don't think we used credit cards, either... You just have to get a little more creative. And you can do that for sure, if anyone can. And that's the end of my pep talk.

Am planning the whole packing business. HOW COLD?

It's currently 7 degrees in Northfield. Last night A. came to bed and said that the temp had dropped from 12 degrees to zero pretty quickly. When I was outside in St. Paul at about 10 pm, the wind sucked, too. So it could be colder... but it's still pretty cold already.

Pack LAYERS!

No, I'm paid in pounds sterling so the mission is BUY LAYERS innit - exchange pretty much two bucks to the pound. Vintage emporia of MN, PHEAR ME.

Okay, just wear layers here and bring an empty suitcase to take back. (Also, you have made me jealous. But still, yay!)

I was in the mood to clean out my closet. On one shelf, I found, amongst other things:

1. West Side Story t-shirt (yes, from high school)
2. the ND t-shirt I brought home from Indiana with the legend "SEX KILLS" on the front and "...so come to Notre Dame and live forever" on the back
3. t-shirt from Lollapalooza... the first one.
4. a hideous pair of pajamas that A. says I "used to wear in college"

I'm actually afraid to go to the next shelf now.

Minneapolis is a pox on the planet earth and should be wiped out at all costs.
One hour driving in circles and not one open parking space. Spaces that SHOULD be parking spaces are blocked by ....A DOOR.
A fucking DOOR.

THAT is why that city once had(still does have?) the highest per-capita murders.
45 minutes into that I was ready to kill anyone.
HATE.
On the streets of Minneapolis I slowly build a deep-seated hatred of all things around me until I'd prefer a multi-kiloton device to blast everything(FUCKING STREETS THAT FORCE YOU TO GO PLACES YOU DON'T WANT TO) into a fine mist than to spend other minute there.

St. Paul generally fills me with a soothing peaceful feeling, but Grand Ave. seems to want to be Minneapolis really bad. "Fuck you! You'll never park! HAHAHAHA! Another stop light!!! Want to do something here? TOO BAD! Some guy is stopping you from going to your favorite restaraunt!! AND IT'S HIS JOB!!!"
But it's still better than Minneapolis.
Why? Because YOU CAN LEAVE GRAND AVE.
I can't get out of Minneapolis(save the city center after midnight) in under 30 minutes.
"WANT TO GET TO THE HIGHWAY!?? TOO BAD! THIS ROAD SUDDENLY CURVES!! Now...3 ONE WAY STREETS THAT FORCE YOU TO GO BACK WHERE YOU CAME OR GO FURTHER AWAY FROM YOUR GOAL!!!"

In St. Paul, there are at least 2 ways to get anywhere.
In Minneapolis there's one.
Then you don't get to park.

DOOM.

I feel better now.