{"id":2490,"date":"2006-10-05T20:02:18","date_gmt":"2006-10-05T20:02:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog2\/?p=2490"},"modified":"2006-10-05T20:02:18","modified_gmt":"2006-10-05T20:02:18","slug":"who_knew_that_w","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/who_knew_that_w\/","title":{"rendered":"who knew that was in there?"},"content":{"rendered":"<p align=\"center\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/hessiebell\/261887556\/\" title=\"Photo Sharing\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/static.flickr.com\/107\/261887556_9e9f72c7b6.jpg\"  class=\"photo\" alt=\"take a load off, sally\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>i&#8217;m sitting here on the futon, in the mostly dark, with lucy on my lap and survivor on the tv.  i came home to a bloody freezing apartment due to two specific occurances:  i left windows open and it&#8217;s autumn &#8212; for real. as a consequence, i&#8217;m bundled up in flannel pajama bottoms and my fuzzy orange sweater over the shirt i wore to work today.  i even went so far as to crank the oven and leave its door open in hopes of taking the chill out of the air. either i&#8217;ve gotten accustomed to the chill or it&#8217;s actually warmer. i&#8217;m betting on a combination of the two.<br \/>\nso, yeah.  i&#8217;m feeling pretty chatty.  i feel like typing about how i spent five minutes petting the polydactyl neighbour cat this morning.  it was very friendly&#8230; until i scritched the wrong spot and it attacked.  instead of getting mad, i told it i was sorry for getting a sore spot gave more scritches.  yes, i am that desperate for kitty love.  if i could deal with the thought of all the extra cleaning involved in feline parenthood, i&#8217;d totally go back to the maul and get all those kittens christopher &#038; i saw last week.<br \/>\ni was all fired up about the new worksafe initiative being discussed in the lower mainland requiring gas stations to have customers pay before they pump after 11pm to prevent &#8220;gas &#038; dash&#8221;es and their unintended casulties.  such things which impose penalties on the many in order to prevent the actions of the few enrage me.  i worry about the dumbing-down of society.  i&#8217;m convinced that protecting the stupid is the exact wrong way to build responsible people.<br \/>\ndriving dad&#8217;s car while he&#8217;s in europe might be a very, very bad idea.  i&#8217;m getting far too used to all that power, the comfy seats, the four doors, the cd-player and the general non-awfulness in comparison to my old and falling-apart hessmobile.  i feel bad, because i really do love my car, but it&#8217;s 14 and a half years old and it&#8217;s showing its age.  i find myself thinking about how i can somehow convince dad to let me keep his car when he gets home. *sigh*<br \/>\nso, i found this fantastic-looking sofa\/loveseat set on sale on craigslist today.  they&#8217;re a brick-orange colour in a modern, clean design which i&#8217;ve always liked.  i emailed the seller asking for the dimensions, which was probably a mistake.  i came home, got out the measuring tape and realized they&#8217;d be PERFECT in my living room. alas, i don&#8217;t have an extra $750 lying about for couch-purchasing, let alone any costs of just getting it here.  it&#8217;s really sad, buying used would be a great way for me to avoid depreciation of buying new&#8230; and it&#8217;s an ORANGE COUCH for pete&#8217;s sake!  how often do they come around?<br \/>\nchristopher just phoned me for the second time tonight. he&#8217;s out with jen &#038; barb and it seems they all drank a lot of beer at The Main.  oh, drunken boyfriend phone calls&#8230; gotta love them.<br \/>\nspeaking of boyfriends, i&#8217;ve been encountering a new life experience.  previously, i was asked by friends and strangers alike why i was single.  now, it seems the question i&#8217;m asked with disturbing frequency is a variation of &#8220;when is he going to move in?&#8221;.  uh, excuse me?   is this just typical?  is this what people ask these days when people have been dating for more than six months?  i don&#8217;t know about you, but isn&#8217;t that a little rash?  then again, i&#8217;ve known people who got married six weeks after they met and have been together for over ten years. i also know people who&#8217;ve been dating for years and still barely sleep over at each other&#8217;s place.  i guess i&#8217;m just not used to being someone for whom &#8216;moving in&#8217; is even an option.<br \/>\ni scanned the last of my negatives left from june tonight and, if i do say so myself, they&#8217;re FANTASTIC.  seriously, i haven&#8217;t been that happy with a roll in a long time.  i&#8217;m kicking myself for a couple of reasons:  i waited so long to scan it and not using my holga in so long.  i do love that camera.  i&#8217;d almost forgotten how much.  looking at the shots, i realized how awesome it is and how i enjoy shooting with it.  i&#8217;m so thankful to christopher for buying it for me.  i&#8217;m so very lucky.<br \/>\nokay, the very exciting part of <i>survivor<\/i> is starting, so i&#8217;m going to head off.  i think i&#8217;ve covered most of the stuff percolating in my noggin.  hopefully an empty brain will help me sleep.<br \/>\nsweet dreams!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>i&#8217;m sitting here on the futon, in the mostly dark, with lucy on my lap and survivor on the tv. i came home to a bloody freezing apartment due to two specific occurances: i left windows open and it&#8217;s autumn &#8212; for real. as a consequence, i&#8217;m bundled up in flannel pajama bottoms and my <span class=\"ellipsis\">&hellip;<\/span> <span class=\"more-link-wrap\"><a href=\"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/who_knew_that_w\/\" class=\"more-link\"><span>Read More &rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2490","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-photos"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2490","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2490"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2490\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2490"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2490"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2490"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}