Because I clearly don't have enough projects that I'm slacking off on...

This is way too cool.

Did I mention that I have very cool friends? Utterly and massively geeky, but that just makes them even cooler in my books.

I want to write an encyclopedia now. I keep referring to things in my life like that.

Of course, I know nothing about writiing an encyclopedia, and doubtless I'd end up with something that had far too large a scope for the type of project that slipjig is describing. Still, it sounds like fun. In fact, it sounds like something forthright would come up with.

Okay, I'm going to attempt to go to bed now.

I have to go to work early tomorrow, because my boss is letting me leave early to get stuff done with the Régie des Rentes du Québec and stuff.

Gah.

Not. Enough. Time.

Yee! Manic!Phnee strikes again!

Have been up since 5am. Lack of sleep makes for an especially energetic, if not especially coherent Phnee.

The apartment is cleaner, if not actually clean. I have a new icon. Have been at work since 7am, doing filing and billing and accounts receivable and construction submissions, and things are running pretty smoothly, considering I've never worked in the construction business before. Mostly whatever they tell me sounds like gibberish, but I muddle my way through, and they seem more than satisfied with my m4d l33t 0ff1ce 0rg4n1z1ng sk1llz, so I'm not complaining.

I'll be leaving in about four hours anyway to go sort things out with the Régie des Rentes du Québec about my lease and things and stuffs, as my mother would say, not to mention stupidness like my driver's license and shit which got mixed up earlier in the month and which I didn't have time to fix and which desperately needs fixing before I get arrested or fined or whatever. Gack.

:::stresses out massively:::

...


Aaaaargh! Someone just came in with another cheque just when I had everything balanced out! Curse them to Hades! Grr!

Anyway.

I have a billion things to do and I'm massively flipping and I have the worst writer's block in history and boo.

:::bounces around the office and fixes a computer or three for the Boss!Lady:::

Okay. Back to work. There are cheques to balance and bills to print out!

Tally ho!

And a big Fuck You! to my landlord

I just called the City on his ass. They'll be sending an inspector soon. Go me!

I'll be sending him a registered letter, too, as both the City and the Régie du Loyer seem to think this is a good idea, giving him 10 days to get his ass in gear.

He can go fuck himself.

Now I have to go pay a whole bunch of things to the SAAQ.

Back in a few hours.

Fear me! I am The Rocking Thing!

The downside to being a Rocking Thing

Okay, so I went to the SAAQ, and dealt with everything in less time than it took me to wait in line, ie two minute (I waited for ten, and drove for about ten to get there). Yay for not living in illegality anymore!

So I rock like a rocking thing. No surprise there.

It occurred to me while I was making the myriad phone calls that allowed me to open the can of whoopass on the Idiot!Landlord, that I might be opening a huge-ass can of worms that I may well be unable to close.

For one, it means that I'll have to get this place clean in double-quick time, as mine is the only name and phone number the municipal inspector will have when he comes by to do his inspection.

This means that he'll want to see the inside of my place, and as a tenant it's my responsibility to keep the place in good shape. Now, I haven't damaged the place, but it's not exactly tidy either. Also, the cats don't help.

It occurs to me also that the fact that my Idiot!Landlord doesn't have a spare key to the apartment may not play in my favour in all of this. Granted, I can play the "Yeah well I can never get in touch with him anyway" card, but that's unlikely to fly for very long.

In other words, please please please keep your fingers crossed that my well-intentioned actions don't blow up in my face, folks. >_

Owie...

My head hurts. Stupid migraine.

:::beats migraine into submission with meds::

I haven't been able to sit still all. freaking. day. long. This is highly annoying. I'm glad I wasn't obliged to interact with people for more than a few hours. I would've driven them batshit crazy in no time flat.

I'm going to clean the apartment some more. It needs it, anyway.

I'll seriously offer to bake brownies or something for the person who can make my brain shut the fuck up for five minutes. Really. Anything at all. Okay, maybe more than five minutes. I can make my brain shut up for five minutes by repeatedly holding my head under water, but that isn't as much fun as it sounds. :P

Is it me, or is no one posting these days?

It might be just me, hitting "refresh" every two seconds and actually thinking I'm being patient. ^^;

I should go wash the floor or something.

Not a real update

It struck me, though, that if you want to get a feel for what Beyond the Pale is like, hunt down this song and listen to it:

The Stranger Song
-Leonard Cohen

It's true that all the men you knew were dealers
who said they were through with dealing
Every time you gave them shelter
I know that kind of man
It's hard to hold the hand of anyone
who is reaching for the sky just to surrender.

And then sweeping up the jokers that he left behind
you find he did not leave you very much
not even laughter
Like any dealer he was watching for the card
that is so high and wild
he'll never need to deal another
He was just some Joseph looking for a manger
He was just some Joseph looking for a manger.

And then leaning on your window sill
he'll say one day you caused his will
to weaken with your love and warmth and shelter
And then taking from his wallet
an old schedule of trains, he'll say
I told you when I came I was a stranger
I told you when I came I was a stranger.

But now another stranger seems to want you to ignore his dreams
as though they were the burden of some other
O you've seen that man before
his golden arm dispatching cards
but now it's rusted from the elbow to the finger
And he wants to trade the game he plays for shelter
Yes he wants to trade the game he knows for shelter.

O you hate to watch another tired man
lay down his hand
like he was giving up the holy game of poker
And while he talks his dreams to sleep
you notice there's a highway
that is curling up like smoke above his shoulder
It's curling up like smoke above his shoulder.

You tell him to come in sit down
but something makes you turn around
The door is open you can't close you shelter
You try the handle of the road
It opens do not be afraid
It's you my love, you who are the stranger
It is you my love, you who are the stranger.

Well, I've been waiting, I was sure
we'd meet between the trains we're waiting for
I think it's time to board another
Please understand, I never had a secret chart
to get me to the heart of this or any other matter
Well he talks like this
you don't know what he's after
When he speaks like this,
you don't know what he's after.

Let's meet tomorrow if you choose
upon the shore, beneath the bridge
that they are building on some endless river
Then he leaves the platform
for the sleeping car that's warm
You realize, he's only advertising one more shelter
And it comes to you, he never was a stranger
And you say ok the bridge or someplace later.

And then sweeping up the jokers that he left behind
you find he did not leave you very much
not even laughter
Like any dealer he was watching for the card
that is so high and wild
he'll never need to deal another
He was just some Joseph looking for a manger
He was just some Joseph looking for a manger.

And leaning on your window sill
he'll say one day you caused his will
to weaken with your love and warmth and shelter
And then taking from his wallet
an old schedule of trains
he'll say I told you when I came I was a stranger
I told you when I came I was a stranger.



Of course, the song was also used in a good 1971 western (though not one typical of the genre), McCabe and Mrs. Miller, also worth a watch.

Just thought you should know.

*beats html into a bloody pile of sludge*

Okay, help!

So I created a new LJ. I want to do something which is, for me, complicated with the comments. For people who are actually familiar with html, it should be a cinch.

So I'm appealing to all my friends who know how to use html and can do those stupid LJ-override things.

This is what I'd like: I want the comments to say "Rock my world" and then "I person has rocked my world" and then "x people have rocked my world" where x is any number greater than 1.

Think you can help a girl out with some coding for her overrides? Please remember this is a free LJ, so I can't create my own style. :)

Someone? Anyone?

:::ETA:::

It has been pointed out, quite rightly, that a few things were missing from this post:

1- I have already been through the FAQ and the extended-version FAQ, and tried to do this by myself, and it broke my brain. Trust me, I spent over an hour on this, and my brain is oozing over the hardwood floors of my apartment. Given that I just washed them today, I am not altogether pleased.

2- I'm using the Generator style, for those of you who are curious.