I started an argument with Aaron for no good reason last night. It wasn’t a serious argument, just a “my car’s in better condition than your car” match. His car is in better condition, body-wise, than mine is, but my engine’s in much better repair. His engine is more powerful, though. Basically I was just being irritating....it happens to the best of us. His car is back in the shop, because the oil something-or-other is shot to hell. Several hundred dollar’s worth of repair work. He tried to tell me that changing my own spark plugs was a bad idea, because he’d fucked his up so badly when he tried. It’s not my fault if he’s incompetent. Lots of people change their own spark plugs.
My supervisor’s back today, so I’m staying off the ‘net, except to put up this entry and do the notify thing. Hotmail’s being a bastard anyway – they’ve changed the layout of the homepage, and the stupid thing keeps logging intrusions whenever I try to delete an e-mail. There’s no way in hell anyone has both passwords to both my e-mail accounts. Most people don’t even know about both of them.
Jason left for Boston last night. First, though, we went out with him and this friend of his, Tammy. I think. She was a nice girl, really friendly. She reminded me a lot of Dalin, before she decided she was gay and quit talking about anything important other than sex. We talked about the worst cheesy horror movies we’d ever seen. My contribution, “Bloodsucking Pharaohs in Pittsburgh,” won. You have to see it, it’s really awful.
Jason’s going to be gone for a week. I’m pleased. Not that I dislike him or anything. He just causes too much friction.
My father gave me a deer antler last night. Not from a dead deer, it was one that a deer had cast off. You were aware of the fact that deer shed their antlers every year, right? And deer are like rats in this area. It’s usually kind of unlikely to find the shed antlers unless you spend a lot of time in the woods, because mice and other small animals tend to eat them. They’re a really great source of calcium, if you’re into that sort of thing.
I’m going to attach my antler to a wooden base. Then, who knows? Necklace holder, art nouveau sculpture, light fixture – the sky’s the limit. If I decided to make it an art sculpture, you guys have to help me think of a suitably Native American name for it. I tried to get Dirk to help me, but he wouldn’t. I guess he thought I was insulting his heritage again.
Dirk was horrified with the idea of me having a deer antler. He kept telling me that Sasha would fall on it and impale herself if I mounted it on a wooden base. The tines curve downward. I don’t see how she could manage that. He also didn’t want me to bring it over for his perusal...he claims that deer chase him all the time. Poor Dirk-blossom.
The cats liked it, though. They rubbed themselves all over it, sniffed it, licked it. It just goes to show that natural toys are still the best toys. I’ll have to work kind of hard to keep them from eating it.
I’m still working on the “Currents” article, on the sly.
Stuffing envelopes can bore you silly. At the moment, I’m amusing myself by intentionally mis-directing calls, then answering the phone with a different voice when they angrily call back and pretending to have no idea what they’re talking about.
I don’t think I’m getting nearly enough sleep.