around the house
Mar. 15th, 2006 09:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7I just feel I ought to share a couple of the latest things that have transpired around the house.
The other day I was sitting on the couch when there was this "thunk". The left front leg (opposite corner from where I usually sit) had just fallen off. It unscrews, so I thought it had come unfastened somehow, but when I looked-- no, the thing it screws to had actually broken off the couch somehow.
At the moment the World's Ugliest Couch has a phone book under the front corner.
Z sang "In the Ghetto" to commemorate this.
We need to get a new couch already.
I had something else domestic to share but I've already forgotten. Meanwhile, Z has a weird cold which he's referring to as the "snotbola" (after elmwoodstrip.org's Paul had something similar and christened it that) which consists just of this massive phlegm buildup in the throat and nose. He's been trying to be stoic, but really has been complaining rather a lot. Poor thing. I've been making him take vitamins. Of course I'll probably get this thing, and that will make me sad. At least maybe I'll get it in time to give it to all the cheap Canadian fucks who don't tip me. (I'll cough on the bill. Na ha!) (I wouldn't actually do that, you realize, right?)
The latest upstart Buffalo-area altnewsweekly folded last week after it blew through a million dollars in less than six months, and Z forwarded me a hilariously snarky story about it from the Niagara Falls Reporter, one of its small competitors. The article mentioned the upstart's cocky plan to have Z's paper (which has been around 15 years) out of business within a year.
The story included such snarkily gleeful gems as
How funny. I laughed all the way through that. Z's considering phoning up their old offices today to ask them if they have any computer equipment they wanna sell cheap. Because, well, he's a jerk, with an office to supply. Schadenfreude!
I told him he ought to see if his publisher will hire that one reporter who interviewed us at Spot Coffee while I was working on his magazine's cover story. She wrote about 2/3 of every issue and, well, maybe she didn't have much to work with, but she generated a lot of material, and also posed for almost every cover photo... Team spirit!
I really should get off my ass today and get a lot of things done. I did garden yesterday. I have emails to catch up on, laundry to do... but dammit, I want to finish that novel. Time management? I should get me some of that.
The other day I was sitting on the couch when there was this "thunk". The left front leg (opposite corner from where I usually sit) had just fallen off. It unscrews, so I thought it had come unfastened somehow, but when I looked-- no, the thing it screws to had actually broken off the couch somehow.
At the moment the World's Ugliest Couch has a phone book under the front corner.
Z sang "In the Ghetto" to commemorate this.
We need to get a new couch already.
I had something else domestic to share but I've already forgotten. Meanwhile, Z has a weird cold which he's referring to as the "snotbola" (after elmwoodstrip.org's Paul had something similar and christened it that) which consists just of this massive phlegm buildup in the throat and nose. He's been trying to be stoic, but really has been complaining rather a lot. Poor thing. I've been making him take vitamins. Of course I'll probably get this thing, and that will make me sad. At least maybe I'll get it in time to give it to all the cheap Canadian fucks who don't tip me. (I'll cough on the bill. Na ha!) (I wouldn't actually do that, you realize, right?)
The latest upstart Buffalo-area altnewsweekly folded last week after it blew through a million dollars in less than six months, and Z forwarded me a hilariously snarky story about it from the Niagara Falls Reporter, one of its small competitors. The article mentioned the upstart's cocky plan to have Z's paper (which has been around 15 years) out of business within a year.
The story included such snarkily gleeful gems as
Although the promotional materials before the [paper]'s launch emptily promised cutting-edge journalism, [its three bosses]'s idea of "cutting-edge" seemed to center on strippers, goofy "photo illustrations" on the cover teasing 300-word, one-source stories inside, enormous graphics containing little or no useful information, remarkably feeble attempts at humor and a sex columnist who somehow managed to make her subject matter painfully self-involved and more than a little creepy.[ed. note: yes, yes she did. Brrr.] and
The first issue smugly announced that the paper would target "18- to 34-year-old professionals," much to the delight of all those doctors, lawyers and CEOs recently graduated from high school. In what may have been an all-time low, one cover story chronicled a routine car accident on Chippewa Street in Buffalo in which no one was killed and that took place more than a month earlier.
How funny. I laughed all the way through that. Z's considering phoning up their old offices today to ask them if they have any computer equipment they wanna sell cheap. Because, well, he's a jerk, with an office to supply. Schadenfreude!
I told him he ought to see if his publisher will hire that one reporter who interviewed us at Spot Coffee while I was working on his magazine's cover story. She wrote about 2/3 of every issue and, well, maybe she didn't have much to work with, but she generated a lot of material, and also posed for almost every cover photo... Team spirit!
I really should get off my ass today and get a lot of things done. I did garden yesterday. I have emails to catch up on, laundry to do... but dammit, I want to finish that novel. Time management? I should get me some of that.
