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Mar. 18th, 2014 12:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gwydion* The Crimea has voted to join Russia and has declared Independence from Ukraine. They are Nationalizing Ukrainian property which has understandably annoyed Ukraine.
* "New study on how police perceive young black men:"
* "LGBT protections front and center in south:"
* "The champions for justice in Texas:" http://on.msnbc.com/1isXCeA
* "Fandom Sickness:" http://arsmarginal.wordpress.com/2014/03/16/fandom-sickness/
* I got up and phoned UPS to complain about the whole not actually trying to deliver the package and not leaving delivery notice issue and to try to get a delivery time estimate. I don't think anything will come of the complaint, but I do this every year or so because I think UPS needs to know how shitty their service is. I got a window of 2-3 PM. Hector and I went back to bed, where LM had curled up in my spot, presumably in the belief we were gone for the morning. I cruelly lay down next to her and pet her until she left. I did manage a couple of hours sleep despite having to sleep in my clothes, it being too hot, and me being too cranky. I camped in the vestibule until 3:15 when the UPS guys showed up without my package. "Our hands are tied." I went back to call UPS again because WTF, and this was the last delivery attempt. Apparently, the had a second truck coming to my address with no delivery time estimate. Hector and I went back to bed in the hopes of another nap. The 5:45 PM delivery guy actually knocked sand the box is safe. I still think this is an efficient and messed up way to run a business. Why not put all packages going to an area on the same truck? Why not knock or buzz every time? Why not leave an attempted delivery notice each time?
I harvested another two hyacinths, so I now have three purples and a blue on my desk. The whole apartment smells of hyacinth. This is happy making, them being my favorite flowers in both esthetics and scent. I ended up spending most of the evening anal retentively rearranging books in the living room. I am rapidly running out of shelving. I have more shelving and sorting to do in my room, but that's for later. I also did game dishes, and started unloading Gran's china. (Gran was my great Grandmother, with whom I was very close. I got Gran's china and my sister got Grammy's, My Mother's Mother. Grammy's was objectively nicer, but even though my sister is named after Gran, they never really "got" each other, and Grammy was about equally close to both of us, though in temperament more like my sister. This is a fair division, as I'm the one who looks at these tea cups and remember Gran's hand wrapped around one in her ould forth floor apartment in an old mansion in Germantown that had been cut in half and turned into apartment's by floor. I'm the one who remembers her stories about her brothers and "Uncle Bill," her Mother's forth husband. I'm the one who remembers her face when she talked about breaking her coccyx, skating down Broadstreet before it was paved, and hid the injury lest her Mother take the skates away. My sister doesn't have those memories, while she had a relationship with Grammy on the other side of her injury.) The rest of the china will have to wait. I want to run everything through the dish washer, as it's all been in storage since the mid-90's.
* Shelving observation: For someone who isn't a Christian, I own a massive about of Christian theology books. (It's a Classical and medieval history thing. I need to decide which to get rid of as I need the space. The issue is, I kept a lot of things for reference that I don't really need anymore as I'm out of academia. What are the odds of me rereading Erasmus? Ought I get rid of all my foreign language stuff while I'm at it? What are the odds of me reading homer in the original again? The Aeneid? Baudelaire? I hate weeding my library.
* Grimm: I'm really angry about what Nick decided to do to Wu. Not okay.
* Walking Dead: All these things needed to happen. I love Carol and Tyreese. Props to Melissa McBride who acted the shit out of a whole bunch of complex things she needed to convey.
* "New study on how police perceive young black men:"
* "LGBT protections front and center in south:"
* "The champions for justice in Texas:" http://on.msnbc.com/1isXCeA
* "Fandom Sickness:" http://arsmarginal.wordpress.com/2014/03/16/fandom-sickness/
* I got up and phoned UPS to complain about the whole not actually trying to deliver the package and not leaving delivery notice issue and to try to get a delivery time estimate. I don't think anything will come of the complaint, but I do this every year or so because I think UPS needs to know how shitty their service is. I got a window of 2-3 PM. Hector and I went back to bed, where LM had curled up in my spot, presumably in the belief we were gone for the morning. I cruelly lay down next to her and pet her until she left. I did manage a couple of hours sleep despite having to sleep in my clothes, it being too hot, and me being too cranky. I camped in the vestibule until 3:15 when the UPS guys showed up without my package. "Our hands are tied." I went back to call UPS again because WTF, and this was the last delivery attempt. Apparently, the had a second truck coming to my address with no delivery time estimate. Hector and I went back to bed in the hopes of another nap. The 5:45 PM delivery guy actually knocked sand the box is safe. I still think this is an efficient and messed up way to run a business. Why not put all packages going to an area on the same truck? Why not knock or buzz every time? Why not leave an attempted delivery notice each time?
I harvested another two hyacinths, so I now have three purples and a blue on my desk. The whole apartment smells of hyacinth. This is happy making, them being my favorite flowers in both esthetics and scent. I ended up spending most of the evening anal retentively rearranging books in the living room. I am rapidly running out of shelving. I have more shelving and sorting to do in my room, but that's for later. I also did game dishes, and started unloading Gran's china. (Gran was my great Grandmother, with whom I was very close. I got Gran's china and my sister got Grammy's, My Mother's Mother. Grammy's was objectively nicer, but even though my sister is named after Gran, they never really "got" each other, and Grammy was about equally close to both of us, though in temperament more like my sister. This is a fair division, as I'm the one who looks at these tea cups and remember Gran's hand wrapped around one in her ould forth floor apartment in an old mansion in Germantown that had been cut in half and turned into apartment's by floor. I'm the one who remembers her stories about her brothers and "Uncle Bill," her Mother's forth husband. I'm the one who remembers her face when she talked about breaking her coccyx, skating down Broadstreet before it was paved, and hid the injury lest her Mother take the skates away. My sister doesn't have those memories, while she had a relationship with Grammy on the other side of her injury.) The rest of the china will have to wait. I want to run everything through the dish washer, as it's all been in storage since the mid-90's.
* Shelving observation: For someone who isn't a Christian, I own a massive about of Christian theology books. (It's a Classical and medieval history thing. I need to decide which to get rid of as I need the space. The issue is, I kept a lot of things for reference that I don't really need anymore as I'm out of academia. What are the odds of me rereading Erasmus? Ought I get rid of all my foreign language stuff while I'm at it? What are the odds of me reading homer in the original again? The Aeneid? Baudelaire? I hate weeding my library.
* Grimm: I'm really angry about what Nick decided to do to Wu. Not okay.
* Walking Dead: All these things needed to happen. I love Carol and Tyreese. Props to Melissa McBride who acted the shit out of a whole bunch of complex things she needed to convey.