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I made this monkey for you

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Just finished "Homer's Odyssey" by Gwen Cooper, which is the story of Homer, the Blind Wonder-Cat. Thoroughly relate-able and enjoyable read. My goofy cats are piled on top of me at the far end of the couch. They know I am full of goodwill toward cats and will tolerate the keyboard interference for a longer period just now.

Still cranking out the pottery. I made a pledge to hand-make some pieces for people who asked, and I've got a bunch of (very late) Christmas gifts for friends that already had animals intended for them. As yet, I have only given pieces to my mom and two other animal-loving relatives, all who are very inclined to tell me they're delighted, even if they're lying.

This is truly the first 'art' I've ever put out into the world en masse, and I am a little uncomfortable (hell, I won't lie - very needing of honest feedback/etc) ... I really enjoy pottery, and I hope that I can eventually get good enough that I can maybe sell it, but it's that confidence thing. I know where I am weak (all my pieces lean ever so slightly to one side, as my husband pointed out, and I am shit at glazing) and I know where I am strong (they're cute, dammit! Especially my mandrill!) but I don't know how to tell if people are just being kind in their praise. I see improvement, so I am going to assume at some point ...

It's funny, that confidence that some people have and others never seem to find. I know a woman who makes FANTASTIC hats. She can knit anything you can come up with. Amazing stuff! Her hats go for $75 at zoo-related auctions (meaning where her audience truly appreciates a red panda hat or an okapi hat, etc). Still, she refuses to sell them. No belief in her amazing talent whatsoever. It kills me. I don't want to be that person, any more than I want to be the person who overvalues their work. Ugh. So weird. Not a brave enough person to live in the creative arts world. :P

My Precious

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Anyone who knows me well won't be surprised to find that my version of a "Precious" isn't an iPhone but rather an eReader.

Silly husband didn't ask me to restrain myself at B&N when we were Christmas shopping, so I have three purchased books (100 Heartbeats: The Race to Save Earth's Most Endangered Species, DAWN LIGHT: Dancing with Cranes and Other Ways To Greet the Day, and The Botany of Desire) waiting for me, competing with the stack of library books about gardening that I'd checked out the week before. The library finally corrected my address so all the books I had on hold were ferried to my doorstep a few at a time in shiny blue packages in the days leading up to Christmas.

My book ennui was just lifting and I was plowing through my book pile, several at a time, when I got my Christmas gift.


I got my Precious on Christmas eve, pre-loaded with too many books for one human to possibly read in one sitting (more than a dozen from the hubby) and got comfy on the couch. Eventually, hubby convinced me to dock the thing and actually check the Sony store, Google books, and the library websites.

Yikes. 46 books loaded. A dozen started almost immediately.

This is book gluttony.

So, yeah. The eReader, much like a newborn, has barely been set down.

It gives me the same trouble in dim lighting that my own eyes do, but other than that, the functionality on this baby is AWESOME. We had played with the eReader and the Nook prior to purchase, and this is just ... the best.

You can highlight, bookmark, search, circle, annotate, define words and otherwise mark up your ebooks. You can create pdf documents of, say, a map to your relatives, and save for review when driving on the highway down to Rockledge. You can add music, you can use the stylus to draw pictures, you can type little memos to yourself reminding you of all the other books you want to look for. Best of all, you've got the ability to add external memory (SD card or something else; two options) so you can swap out libraries... and it all fits in my (very normal-sized) purse!!!

Hubby threatens metrics generation to see just how many books I am in the middle of... I think the Kindle actually offers those onscreen on the device. I've already finished a couple of books, and other than exceptionally badly formatted pdfs, they're awesome... I just zoom in and out for ease of reading in different lighting.

Yeah, I heart my Precious. Like, whoa.

(And of course, I heart my hubby, who totally knows that the way to my heart is through BOOKS!)

(Loving the Pandora Radio, too. And our kick-ass media player. Dude. My life as a techno-slut has truly begun.)

3 years ( plus eleven)

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So, for our 3 year marriage anniversary, my husband witnessed me:

* crying when my new replacement stereo ate my phone's entire address book, neither saving a copy on the stereo nor leaving a copy on the phone

* vomiting FIVE times from heat exhaustion and sleeping for 12 hours

* crying for a second time in four days when my car decided to fail while driving

* being a surly, cranky, wretched child when things just sort of fell apart all weekend, again and again, as has been the way since moving away from him

Still, we held hands and meandered down San Antonio's Riverwalk late at night, explored a new zoo in a new city, saw the teeny tiny real Alamo all lit up at night, mocked the ridiculousness of generic suburban America. He even emptied the garbage can I vomited in.

I love that man with all of my heart. I just wish I wouldn't put him through such hell every time he comes to see me.

Texas really, really disagrees with me.

An addition.

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I may also be a little pre-menstrual.

Perfectly justified in the homicidal rage department, though, I think. Just more inclined to cry while beating crackheads. :)


Glad I have a climbing date scheduled for tomorrow. I need some bouldering zen.

Correction... Houston 4, Corri 0.

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Yeah. Got my car back. (Had to track it down, mind you!)

Left work to go get it, swapped out the rental for my shiny old car, mourned (briefly) the back-alley abortion that is what my stereo used to be, then went back to work.

Came out, many long hours later, to a flat tire. A freshly cleaned, yet pancake flat, tire.

Could only pop loose one of the lugnuts, so had to involve others in my attempts to get the fuck on with my life.

Tire removed and swapped out for a donut that was so terrifying to behold that I was urged to drive the slowest possible speed to the closest possible shop.

Donut blew out en route.

Made it unscathed, if white-knuckled, to Sears Auto, roughly two miles away.

They were able to fix it rather than replace it.

It appears that the stem had been cut or snapped. Normally, stems break when you rub curbs with them. This was the driver's side rear. No curb-rubbing. I swear.

So. Houston can suck my non-existant BALLS.

Truly.

Houston 3, Corri 0

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So, when I first moved out here, I got locked out of my apartment due to lock failure.

A few weeks ago, someone stole my craptastic old bike off the porch by hacksawing their way through the chain. They also stole my neighbor's gf's much more expensive bike.

Last night, someone smashed my passenger side window and stole my cherished, very expensive mp3/cd/iPod-docking/hands-free-BT stereo.

I hate Houston crackheads. I really, really do.

The bike has been replaced and upgraded, and now lives in my dining room, and the car is at the shop. Stuff is stuff, I know. But goddammit. The fact that I live on the first floor isn't lost on me either.

I want to move back home to my hubby. I hate this alone and scared shit.

Hate, hate, hate.
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If I were a stone, I would be....jasper (microcrystalline quartz)

If I were a tree, I would be a....baobab

If I were a bird, I would be a....secretary bird

If I were an insect, I would be a....bombardier beetle

If I were a fruit, I would be a...durian

If I were a flower, I would be a....rafflesia

If I were a kind of weather, I would be a....supercell

If I were a mythical creature, I would be a....basilisk

If I were a musical instrument, I would be a....cello

If I were a kind of profession, I would be a.... caregiver to orphaned orangutans (a la Orangutan Island)

If I were an animal, I would be a(n)....orangutan, of course!

If I were anything in the world, I would be... aurora borealis

If I were anything in the universe, I would be...stardust

If I were a color, I would be....copper

If I were an emotion, I would be....restlessness and delight, alternating

If I were a vegetable, I would be a....clove of garlic

If I were a sound, I would be ....ocean waves at night on an outgoing tide

If I were an element, I would be... the Fifth. No, fire! Er ... iron (Fe)?

And you?

The goggles, they do nothing!

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So, using the last of my on-the-verge-of-expiring flexible spending account dollars, I had my eyeballs suctioned and lasered and other such atrocities a la Clockwork Orange, and now I can see 20/20 in both eyes with no help from contacts or glasses or anything other than a good blink. :)

I had the blade-free LASIK, and though I am not very far into the recovery process, so far I would highly recommend it, if only for the cool blood-bruise circle you get around your iris from the suction cup. I could so be a zombie extra right now!!! (I know, I will try to get pictures. This shit has to be documented properly!)

So, off to bed to rest my weary (ok, merely irritated and dry) eyes for a bit. Wicked (G. Maguire) on my iPod will have me out in moments.

Dude.

We live in the future. The steampunk-influenced future, but the future nonetheless.
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I am now looking into polygamy options, so that I might marry Eddie Izzard and have his wee, tiny monkey-badger babies.

Of course, I would have to have tigers at the actual ceremony. And giraffes. Coughing. And performing charades. In Latin. With squirrel toaster elephants.

Go see STRIPPED, everybody. You must.

LJ Meme-time

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Gacked from trollprincess:

1. My username is ______ because ______.

littlegothkitty, because everything monkey-related was taken and my sweet boy cat was one of my userpic choices, so given that he is black and broody, the name 'little goth kitty' fit the bill.

2. My name is _____ because ______.

"Robot King of the Monkey Things" because I loved King Louie in Madagascar. Lemurs rock! Dancing lemurs even moreso!

3. My journal is titled ____ because ____.

"In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey" because 1) Monkeys! and 2) "...I was Orangutan" doesn't really flow, now does it? And besides, you know those orangs were calling us silly white monkeys behind our backs. So true.

4. My friends page is called ____ because ____.

"in our travels abroad" is a line from an Ani DiFranco song, but it's also just ... appropriate. If I can't travel IRL, I can enjoy what's happenin' in y'all's worlds online.

5. My default userpic is ____ because ____.

Me with a capuchin monkey on my shoulder. Because I had a monkey on my shoulder. And the world should know this.

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