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Miss Mousie has a ton of $10 vouchers for her store and she's emailing them out to everyone. She asked if I didn't mind signal-boosting, so here I am, and this is her Society6 store, where she's selling a bunch of textured, nature, and vulture-themed stuff.

If you'd like a coupon and/or a discount, let me know, I'll PM you her email. Just send her an email entitled "Coupon please!" or something to that effect and she'll get it right to you.

I may get one of those throw pillows I've been eying. Also a print.
klgaffney: photo of two turkey buzzards in flight (turkey buzzards; vulture girl; freedom)
Went up to use the bathroom, glanced out the window, and huge-assed black vulture fledgling was peering back at me.

Vulture family was apparently feeling adventurous and chose to sun themselves on the roof outside the bathroom window today. They appeared to be as uncomfortable with this situation as I was and ultimately retreated, dropping down to the deck railing to resume their vulturely activities there.

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Jul. 21st, 2017 09:55 am[personal profile] klgaffney
klgaffney: close up of an exhausted hedgehog falling asleep on the carpet. (my brain is tired now.)
I hate the mornings I wake up exhausted.

We did move my columnar apple trees from MiL's house and plant them in a line in the front yard last night (well 3 out of 4 anyway; we were getting peered at by lightning, so there's still one in its half barrel sitting on the protected side of the house where we abandoned it). Honestly, planting a few tiny trees is not a good reason for me to be completely wiped out after a full night's sleep.

I'm more inclined to blame 2-3 straight days of re-evaluating and re-plotting a story, and general emotional Nope. And yeah, I am actually still deeply upset by some of my long-time deeply loved artists up and ending their lives one by one. Music's important to me--their music's important to me, but y'all that already know me, know me. I know you're not surprised. I know a lot of you feel the same, too.

Doom!Twin01 is having a gaming convo with W somewhere else in the house, the dining room, probably. Just to add to the fun, the kid talked to a recruiter on the phone yesterday and now we have to take her over to Tinton Falls today to talk to the Marines.

Emailed the job I really want earlier this week, 'cause I hadn't heard anything. The nice HR guy apologized, said they hadn't made it thru all their applicants yet, and he was hoping to be able get back to everyone at the end of this week one way or another? Maybe? He hopes? So I'm antsy about that, too (They interview, hire, and train in groups, and I've been on the other side of that proceedure. If they're actually doing the 6-part interview process I experienced with everyone? Yeah, he's having some very long days right now.)

Recruiter just called to confirm. D!T01 took the oppertunity to get a hookup for her twin. So now they're both going. They're really going outta their way to try me now.

So I reached into the bedside table, and pulled a stone out of the bag. I got back DONO NTOASO - the double praise drum. I gave it a squeeze. Took a deep breath. I'm going to finish my tea and carry the fuck on, and keep trying to give a hand up (or at the very least try not to wound) anyone I meet along the way. Godsdamn I'm fuckin' tired. Could be worse, tho. I've definitely been worse.
klgaffney: (starlings I.)
We're blasting Hybrid Theory at top volume here in Chaos Central. The Amazon horde is screaming along.

Farewell, Mr. Bennington.
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I'm over at MIL's and she's making us watch The Lawrence Welk Show, which is something my grandmother watched when I was a tiny child, and I called it 'The Bubble Show' because there were bubbles at the end of a big band variety show that mostly played jazz songs in the slowest, tamest, whitest 50's way they could, along with an accordion, because polka was important for some reason.

Anyway, there's this couple on, and the lady is singing about how much she loves frankfurter sandwiches, and how she thanks her love for giving her frankfurter sandwiches all night.

And somehow I'M THE ONE BEING ACCUSED OF MY MIND BEING IN THE GUTTER. Mm-hm.

Ugh. Now there's this barbershop quartet on. I hate barbershop quartets. Maybe except for this one. The ginger in this one ('Sonny' Delight?) always has my attention.



Oh good this evil-assed show is over. Now the damn closing theme song is stuck in my head. Uggghggh. Shoot me now.
klgaffney: a photo of philadelphia from the art musuem steps (city of brotherly love.)
Pulled out of the notebook and tweaked a little. Stone talking about his favorite neighborhood garden, Glenwood Green Gardens, which started up in the early-to-mid '80's in N. Philly and is still going strong. Not sure I remember what I intended this to be a lead-in to, tbh. I have to see if I can find the box with my not-an-outline in it.

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The neighborhood was a lot more acceptin’ than I expected about Fen being both this quiet, tall, polite red-haired white guy and a big fuzzy wolfy-lookin' dog. Hel, the people in the neighborhood that said they was scared of dogs would talk to Fen and scratch him behind the ears, after asking if it was okay. I think most folks think he’s just a different kind of faery, and that’s okay, 'cause the other thing would be a lot harder to explain and wouldn’t go over so well.

Patience asked, though. )

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Jul. 11th, 2017 11:33 pm[personal profile] klgaffney
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Had a series of interviews that went really well; one of the managers said as much, and I'm hoping to hear back from the company by the end of the week.

In case you wanted to feel old today, please be advised that Miss Mousie turned 19 over the weekend.

Acknowledged that I've essentially been hermitting, which is not wrong, but I like the idea of having people over. So I bothered some ex-coworkers and hopefully, we'll hang out here at the end of the month. And I'm threatening to have my parents and lil' sis and her spouse over for dinner eventually, and I still have a few smaller projects that I'd like to get wrapped up. So of course, I stalled out and fixated on tablecloths for a week. As you do (no really, brain. WTF?).stuff. shopping. chaos. taxi cab prophets and the end times. )

Anyway, so the twins started Sheriff Youth Week yesterday, with the rest of a pack of a 160 117 kids, and W had a pretty good chuckle dropping them off, as true to form the sergeants started in right away:

"WE DON'T HAVE TIME TO WAIT FOR PEOPLE LIKE YOU! TELL YOUR DAD GOODBYE. DON'T FORGET TO TELL YOUR DAD YOU LOVE HIM"

D!T02: They're really trying to tone it down, like no cusses or anything. It's kinda funny. They're calling us Pukes. As in "Line up in rows of 4. When I look at you pukes, I only wanna see one puke!'

D!T01: I know they know that we know and use all those words, but they're still trying really hard. I respect that.

D!T02: We learned about internet safety, and gangs, and I learned more gang signs. Also, you know, I can really see the appeal of gangs? Like I probably shouldn't. But I really do.

Today it was:

D!T02: I got to handcuff a cop today! After my team put him on the ground! XD

D!T01: I got to bull rush a cop with a tower shield! XD

W: *pause* They're teaching you how to riot?

D!T01: No! We were the arrest team! I had the tower shield!

Apparently, D!T02 has been dubbed Care Bear by one of the sergeants (they're all obtaining nicknames at a rapid rate). She and/or D!T01 are also The Future President (they're not sure if the boys calling them this have figured out which one they're referring to), which seems to be rather long for a nickname really.

After picking them up today, we got caught in the pouring rain, got cleaned up, had dinner, and then we met up with their history teacher and a handful of other students at an ice cream shop because he promised them that he'd buy ice cream for anyone that got a 5 on their AP tests. The twins alternated between 5s and 4s on their U.S. History and English tests. So we all went and Mousie, W and I brought our own ice cream.

Not a bad day, all in all. I got the house insurance thing sorted, I found a box full of art, two pieces of which are even up on walls (many of the rest are still leaning against the walls while I figure out where I want things to go, and will probably remain leaning against them for a few weeks until I get Exasperated with having to move them to sweep and dust). The yard is slowly but surely coming along. I can still smell fresh dirt through the open window. It's quite pleasant.

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Jul. 8th, 2017 07:39 pm[personal profile] klgaffney
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I really really wanna write? But I've got nuthin'.

All that stuff the meme stirred up, and half my stories are in mid-arc, but all of sudden, I got no hook. I might need to do a bit of nonfic reading. There's a ton of stuff I've unpacked that's on the shelves and I haven't touched 'em.

But I don't wanna read. I wanna write something I wanna read. I suppose I could go about the process of taking notebook bits and ordering them for posting to s&f, or I can go through my list of sparks that I filed away to write later, or I can see if I can figure out where my bingo card went? Hrmm.

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