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This past weekend it was -8 degrees in Denver. MINUS EIGHT DEGREES. I was obsessed, as I am every year, with draft-proofing our house with the cheap, generally ineffective measures available at Lowe's -- until the tragic news story of a family of four found dead of monoxide poisoning in their home. MyFriendDeb said these fancy new houses being built are so well insulated that it's much more of a threat, whereas our older, leakier home paradoxically is much safer. After that I decided I'd rather just put on an extra sweatshirt to combat the chill. We made an emergency run to Target Sunday for a space heater for the bird, the only creature Tery is really concerned about staying properly warm.


This is what happens to the inside of cheap, decades-old windows in minus eight degrees. Yes, Virginia, that's ice. The brown part is the color the frame normally is


We've decided the next time we have a large cash windfall (ha) we're looking into getting some better windows. Cuz dayum.

I contented myself instead with putting up a black-out curtain over the balcony door, the largest culprit. It does a fantastic job of keeping out cold. Unfortunately, it works equally well at keeping out light. Deb would never tolerate such a measure, afflicted as she is with seasonal affective disorder (which is actually year-round).

The nice thing about -8 degrees in Denver is the 6% humidity, which means the snow covering my car when I got out of work Sunday morning was as dry as fine desert sand. Fell away with barely a touch. That's what I love about Denver.

I don't let the cold get me down. When we bought our Christmas tree it was literally 70 degrees and we wore shorts. THAT'S fucking depressing, if you're as concerned about global warming as I am.

We're also concerned about pipes bursting, mostly because for the first time we have two empty units below us (and when you walk barefoot in our place you can tell. I used to think our place should be warmer with heat rising from Kent's place underneath us. Now I see the difference. We miss you, Kent). I highly doubt the families have the heat turned on. Whereas I can't blame them for not wanting to pay to heat an empty apartment, if the pipes burst they'll have one hell of a mess on their hands. We'll fortunately only suffer the inconvenience of being without water.

However, the bottom unit, which belongs to the elderly woman who went to a nursing home, has had the inner door wide open for weeks now (outer storm door closed and locked). I've called the property company no less than three times about it. They keep saying they're having trouble reaching the family. So if pipes DO burst, the off-site families most likely won't be reachable for that either, in which case we WILL have a problem on our hands.

Again, it's mostly my inability to control the rest of the world that's the real source of my frustration. That and the unbelievable depths of stupidity and inconsideration the rest of the world is capable of.

~*~

I mentioned a few posts ago how this Christmas is cursed. My poor sister who had her boyfriend's gift stolen didn't get a scrap of sympathy from the seller, who basically said, "It's not my fault since you didn't ask for insurance. And no, I can't knock a couple of dollars off another one for you." I'm an occasional eBay seller and that really surprised me. I personally would have tried to work with her a little bit, even if she wasn't my sister. As a buyer, at that point I would have said "Sayonara, bitch, and thanks for nothing" but Amy was so convinced this was the perfect gift for him that she swallowed her pride and ordered a second one.

(For the record, this is what she was trying to buy:



Yeah, nothing special about it, except Amy's boyfriend I guess really likes beer and finds that tag line humorous. But the price of the auction with shipping came close to $20, both times, just because it's framed up all nice (because lord knows it would be unbearably tacky to hang just a bare beer ad). Except it's not even an original, just a laser inkjet printout of the ad, making $40 an outrageous price. The auction it turns out doesn't claim to be an original, but holy rip-offs, Batman, it takes some stones to charge that much for a fucking photocopy. Twice.)

I had ordered three things from asseenontvguys.com. The package came quickly, sadly containing two things I hadn't ordered and missing one thing I had. They fixed the problem quickly, but still. I thought I was safe from going anywhere near a shipping facility until some time in January.

I thought I had finished my shopping finally, when I received the email that my order for my other sister's present had been cancelled by the Amazon seller -- forcing me to track it down elsewhere.

I hope Christmas gets here before anything else goes wrong.

~*~

Watching Nobel Son has reawakened my obsession with Alan, which was never really dead, just waning a bit. I've been rewatching all my old favorites, even ordered Truly, Madly, Deeply from eBay (a film that didn't particularly impress me back when I wasn't sure how far my love for him would take me).

Via my f-list, I wandered over to check out this video of Alan signing autographs after Jimmy Kimmel. The video itself isn't as interesting as the comment section, wherein I felt the need to defend him to someone snidely mocking his aging features. "Yep, and if you're honest, you dream of having half his sex appeal when you're his age" I smacked them down.

I've garnered quite a little fan club from this (well, two people), which makes me happy. Mostly because I'm still having trouble convincing Tery of his appeal. I was sharing in the Rickman love with one of them when she made the observation, "If I met him in real life I'd be resisting the urge to rape him or something." Whoa, stalker girl. That's going a bit too far. If I ever were lucky enough to meet him, I'd have trouble making eye contact, never mind considering anything remotely sexual. I think he'd be enormously intimidating in reality, between the English reserve and his built-in gravitas.

Via the same F-list person, Alan might be apartment hunting in Manhattan. I'm not sure how this was deduced from the pictures posted, but it's thrilling all the same. My theory is he's getting lonely with Daniel stuck in New York for months and can't wait any longer for him to come home to London (no disrespect to Alan's actual partner, of course).

Speaking of Daniel, this one is for my Equus peeps (from the Gypsy of the Year awards, where Equus won the top fundraiser position):



~*~

Tery got the word today that their sister vet hospital had to fire both their medical director and hospital manager, for letting a girl known to have hepatitis C (and possibly a drug user) live on the premises (where narcotics are kept) for an unknown length of time. Which I feel really puts my fifteen-minute Heelys practice into sharp perspective, not that we'll say as much to Tery's medical director.

~*~

Finally, Kitten Mitten has suddenly, after two years living here, noticed the ledge that runs around our kitchen to separate it from the living room.


She can do whatever she wants when she does that little head tilt thing (and she knows it)


Here are more to give you a better idea:




She really is the most beautiful cat in all the world.

Date: 2008-12-17 04:56 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] swankyfunk.livejournal.com
That Equus video is awesome! The whole thing should just be converted into a big gay horse musical.

Date: 2008-12-17 09:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bluemoon02.livejournal.com
You mean it isn't a big gay horse musical?

Date: 2008-12-17 02:48 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] swankyfunk.livejournal.com
Well, I guess technically it's only a big gay horse drama.

Date: 2008-12-17 03:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bluemoon02.livejournal.com
*Sigh* My disappointment can't be quatified.

Date: 2008-12-17 04:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] grrgoyl.livejournal.com
The line "When we're in the pasture, you're the god-slave I'm the master" *SMACK* is pure brilliance.

Date: 2008-12-17 09:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bluemoon02.livejournal.com
Truly, Madly, Deeply is an awesome film! He sings! He has bare feet! He speaks Spannish with a North London accent! I'll give you the other guy in it is annoying, and Nine is mad not to plump for dead!Jamie, but there's no accounting for taste, I suppose.

Oh, and English reserve is a myth. The people who claim British people have 'English reserve', are the ones who bound up to any British person squealing "OMG OMG your accent is so cute! SAY SOMETHING!!!" I had one person in Canada who, on finding out I was British, asked if I knew Princess Diana. Yes, the dead one.

Although I do have a friend in Utah who says I have a natural note of disdain in my voice. Lies, all lies!

Date: 2008-12-17 04:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] grrgoyl.livejournal.com
It was one of the first movies I saw when I started thinking he was kind of interesting (before my love blossomed into full-blown madness). I thought it was cute, but the ending left me kind of "eh." And I thought Juliet Stevenson was actually REALLY annoying through the entire thing (both grief-stricken and being a spaz when he first comes back). I'm sure these are things I'll willingly overlook on a second viewing.

I have a friend in London I've known for 18 years and he's one of the goofiest guys I've ever met, so I know the reserve is only a first impression thing (I do love his accent, but after all this time I've learned how to keep the squeeing to a minimum). But I think Alan is understandably a little aloof in public, and just celebrities in general make me a little irrational, even ones I'm not obsessed by (not that I've seen that many). I think if I saw Alan in RL I'd probably forget to breathe though. And if I tried to speak, would certainly make an idiot of myself. All my energy would go towards preventing that, I guarantee there wouldn't be a single sexual thought in my head.

Hmmmm, natural note of disdain. I like it. I do too, only mine is intentional.

Date: 2008-12-23 04:08 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
I can't remember my login password. Oh well.

I'm sorry that you are freezing, but I am glad that flaming airplanes aren't landing on you to keep you warm.

KM is a beauty. Does she really do the head-tilt to get her way? That's genius.

Date: 2008-12-23 05:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] grrgoyl.livejournal.com
Oh I know. That was crazy. Once again I miss out by not watching the news. Tery called demanding details and I was all, "Huh? What?"

I looked up "Why do cats tilt their heads" on Yahoo answers. Besides an ear infection as a reason, everyone seems to agree it's her "trying to figure us out," but where on earth would a cat pick up that mannerism and use it appropriately? Even if they were mimics?

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