yet another craft catch up

January 31, 2008 at 10:15 pm (crafts)

so, one upside to all the ranting lately is that i get very crafty when i’m angry. first, witness my lovely assistant selena’s belated xmas present, made while trying to get over how mad i was at my boss:
hoho, the happy sea monkey who loves selena! there are some anatomical inaccuracies, but she is very cuddly and lovely.

then, while being annoyed about issues i was having with some clay image transfers:
a slytherin-related pendant for my other lovely assistant, esperanza, just for fun, using clay, a picture from deviant art, and a flat glass marble.

and finally, while being pissed at the boy for some passive aggressiveness, something for me:
a lovely little clay wizard man! or just a wandering soul, perhaps? he has some issues but i still love him.

what will piss me off next, and what will i make next?

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i hate insomnia

January 16, 2008 at 1:35 am (insomnia)

yup. hate it, hate it, hate it. i can feel how tired i am but i just can’t go to sleep. could it be because of the anxiety i have over an impending meeting with the boss and the witch? quite possibly. is there anything i can do about it? yes. eat a popsicle. even if i don’t get sleepy at least i got a popsicle. i have lovely tropical popsicles so i can pretend i’m on a beach somewhere, eating popsicles because i can’t sleep and what the heck is that fish smell? ’cause face it, people, beaches are pretty but they smell. that smell of rotting sea creatures is biological progress in action! i know! i have multiple degrees in marine biology! fear me!!!

the boy is sleeping his pretty little heart out in the other room, i am very jealous. the cats are all sleeping, and even the betas are sleeping. so what the hell is my problem?

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a happy thought.

January 15, 2008 at 8:37 pm (cats)

clio is as addicted to coffee as i am. the difference is that she just sits and smells the coffee while i actually inhale it 3 or 4 cups at a time (at least); she never takes a drink of the coffee. i wonder if she gets a caffeine buzz from the smell. i wonder if it’s just the smell that she likes or the warmth of the coffee, or some combination. she doesn’t do this if i have tea…
she also likes it when i spank her little cat butt, so obviously she can’t be trusted. “never trust a cat that enjoys a good spanking,” that’s my other motto. bad cat.

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i must not let the bastards wear me down…

January 15, 2008 at 7:32 pm (rants)

i must not, must not, MUST NOT let the bastards wear me down! whether they be crotchety old witches who are contrary on purpose or collaborators with good intentions but circumstances that completely ruin my carefully laid plans for the week, i must remember that there are people, cats and things in my life much more important. the bastards are merely blips in my life that i occasionally have to encounter but that have no bearing on my overall well being. so what if my fellow tech at work is an evil shrew who hates my guts? it’s not like i have to fight her for publications, and i’d rather interact with s. and e. anyway. and so what if my collaborator isn’t sending me tissue until thursday even though i planned for it to be here tomorrow, so now i have to be in lab until 2 in the morning or something? at least i’ll be so busy at work that i won’t have time to think about how angry the little wicked witch of the south (because her lab is south of mine) makes me.

not that i mean any disrespect to any witches out there. i’m wiccan (pretty much, sort of, though definitely historically) so the above mentioned “witch” is only used because i don’t want to use any stronger language…

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January 9, 2008 at 11:11 pm (Uncategorized)

i have been sleeping very poorly the last few days (or week, or millions years, as it feels to me), and as a result something mind numbingly embarrassing happened:

seriously, what the hell did i do? there must have been a very serious disconnect between my brain and my eyeballs- i can imagine it now, my eyeballs were screaming “no, dumbass, those are not the same shoes!” while my brain was thinking “shoeshoeshoecoffeecoffeecoffeesleepsleep…” or some such nonsense, completely ignoring my eyeballs. the worst of it is i didn’t notice that i had mismatched shoes on until 3pm…and the first person i pointed it out to was my boss. fabulous. thankfully no one else noticed until i pointed it out to them (e.g. “you think you’re tired? look at my shoes!”). i can blame it on my cold (which i am finally almost over) or on the fact that i hadn’t been to work in two weeks, but the truth of the matter is just that i obviously should not be allowed to leave the house unless i have gotten a full night’s sleep!

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do stingrays dream of electric shrimp?

January 4, 2008 at 12:49 am (insomnia)

of course, i don’t know the answer to that, since a). i’m not a stingray and b). i can’t sleep. it does make for a catchy title, though, huh? another one i had was “restless meg syndrome.” what would the commercials be for that, i wonder? something along the lines of “take this magic pill to cure restless meg syndrome! side affects may include itchy knees, lack of late night blog spots, and a strange attraction to ninja turtles.” sweet! i don’t have itchy knees, but my palate itches when i eat walnuts or lettuce. awesome. just a random fact i thought i’d share with everyone.

so anyway…i was thinking about stingrays not only because of the name of my blog (dasyatis= genus of stingrays found all over the world, from the gulf of mexico to australia, e.g. the one that killed steve irwin. they aren’t all bad, though) but because i am currently missing the scientific convention that i usually go to, since i don’t have any fun new data to present and because i’m sick and broke. this convention is the one that i’ve gone to several times, with various labs, and several of my grad school and college friends have asked when they will see me there. well, um, maybe never, at least for this year. it’s being held in san antonio, which means i should be able to just get up and go to it, and i wish i could. it’s always really interesting and the crowd is always super friendly. but, alas, this stupid cold has me beat down. so, i’m going with the reasoning that it is is a good thing that the meeting is in san antonio this year- i’ve been there, and though i like the city i’m not aching to go there. the meetings that were in san diego and new orleans were super fun because i’d never (or almost never) gone to those cities, and even last year’s meeting in phoenix was cool since i’d only been in phoenix to camp (as a kid, with my family) or to change planes (stupid phoenix airport…). i do think it sucks that i don’t get to see my old lab mates and mentors, though, since i’m busy drowning in my own mucous. bleh.

anyway….um…it’s late and i can’t sleep. it is always fun to get up after “bedtime” and see what the cats are up to. moon is going crazy with a toy mouse, clio is walking around hoping i got up just to feed her, and there is no sign of jellybean- she’s a pretty heavy sleep so maybe she didn’t notice me get up.

i wonder if anyone else has noticed that if you take benedryl and tylenol at the same time, you lose the lovely sleep inducing function of the benedryl…i finally decided a little while ago that squinting my eyes shut and just hoping frantically that i’ll fall asleep doesn’t work all the time. being up made me realize that i was really hungry, though- being sick kinda dampens the hunger response, i’ve noticed. great for losing weight, not so great for those of us with low blood sugar levels. so here i am with a cold and what am i eating? vegetables? yeah right! cheese! i’m eating cheese! i love cheese! i have a cheese eater’s fisique! yes, i’m chubby and i just don’t care! i love cheese! i don’t care if it induces mucous production, i’m hungry and in need of some damn cheese…

i’m getting all stir crazy. i feel like the stingrays we kept in grad school- they were kept in these round tank called raceways, and when the rays were first introduced to the tank they would swim around and around and around the edge of the tank, looking for a way out. that’s how i feel- i’m trapped in my apartment by this stupid cold and i keep running back and forth between the bed (to nap), the kitchen (to snack and get tea) and the couch (to watch tv when i can’t nap). bleh! if i am correct in my stingray model analogy, soon i’ll just get grumpy and settle somewhere in the middle and glare at anyone who comes near me. our rays always did look pissed.

poot poot. i want to read my book (academ’s fury by jim butcher, the sequel to the book i just finished that was super good) but the book is in the bedroom, near the boy. the boy recently snapped at me for disturbing his sleep so i think i’ll just let him be for now. (by the way, for any new comers, the boy= my fiance, who is 25. my mom never called anyone by their real name, so when she asked about us she’d say things like “what did the boy get you” or “is the boy coming over for lunch?” it may not sound like it to people who didn’t know her but it was a term of endearment coming from her).

sigh, perhaps i should try sleeping again…i feel some hints of sleepiness, and i think my being up is riling up the cats. plus i’m out of crackers for my cheese. plus i just heard a weird noise that sounded like a voice where there was no one…um, creepy. time for bed!

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i hate winter

January 2, 2008 at 12:21 pm (cats, cold)

ok, so austin doesn’t get much of a winter so i really shouldn’t complain, but i always end up getting sick in the winter. yeah, yeah, everyone does, but i don’t care- it’s my blog and i’ll bitch if i want to. my left tonsil is so swollen it feels like it’s going to explode, and the meds i’m on make my stomach hurt. i just want to go back to bed but i have so much crap to do and so many bills to pay…bleh. it’s so cold we actually turned our heater on (outrageous!) and the stupid dry, warm air is making my throat even worse. time to go restock my popsicles…

on a lighter note, our cat jellybean did something freakin’ hilarious yesterday. she’s an indoor/outdoor cat, and when she wants in she meows gently at the door. yesterday, she meowed madly- i thought the hounds of hell were after her she was meowing so crazy. i opened the door and saw that she had very proudly brought me a mouse, in the way that cats that love you bring you stuff they catch because they love you. only, jellybean had brought me a toy mouse. where the hell did she get it?? not that i’m complaining, i’m very happy she didn’t bring me a real mouse, dead or alive, but wtf? not only that, but she had a cut on her face that had a claw sticking out of it- apparently she fought with another cat for said toy mouse, and won. she was strutting around like crazy, too. so cute, so weird…

so sick, so sleepy…

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