fuck you, day!

It's been a demoralizing day, and it's only barely past lunch. Sample:

-Power went out in my apartment while I was getting ready for work, for no apparent reason (it wasn't even raining)
-Forgot my access badge for work
-Got soaked by a sudden rainstorm while waiting to be picked up after lunch
-Thought had resolved issue that caused significant other and I to not sign lease yesterday with new slum landlord, only to discover that slum landlord had a new evil plan in store: to make us go through the rigamarole of lease signing and deposit-paying only to tell us that they, the landlord, would not be signing the lease until they had completed the background check. So now these people have my money, and I don't even have a real lease.
-Have gotten absolutely nothing done at work today

Right now I'm thinking maybe I should avoid turning on the stove and using any power tools until I'm solidly into Wednesday.

dressification

I made my first purchase via an Ebay auction ever. Well, at least kind of - a friend bid on my stereo receiver and speakers for me when I was in college, but I didn't do anything except approve dollar amounts. This time I did it all solo. I was the only bidder, which is a good way to win the thing you bid on at a good price.

My prize:



Including shipping, the grand total is $12.99. I hope it fits.

take that, cast!

I have a nurse to thank for it, but the hot pink cast suffered a swift death at the hands (teeth?) of a mini circular saw. I was a little frightened when the nurse put that thing through the cast, but amazingly it didn't make any large gashes in my skin. I mean, in addition to the still-healing one from the surgery.

So, yep, I'm cast free. In its place I'm now wearing a walking cast "boot" thing that looks like a ski boot, but with less range of motion and without that weird forward-leaning effect. Over the next week I'll be gradually getting used to putting weight on my left (injured) foot until I can walk without crutches. So, no cup-carrying yet, but it is soon to come. The doc also gave me the green light to swim, and thinks I probably won't be needing physical therapy to strengthen my atrophied muscles. Huzzah! It is a good day. A day that behooves drinking.

I made it myself!

pink skirt
Originally uploaded by elsacapuntas.

I am so very excited. After many years of wanting a sewing machine, I finally inherited a sturdy little machine from a great aunt. And, after many years of wanting to, I'm finally learning to sew clothing. This is my first finished product - a simple slightly pleated skirt made out of a very lightweight cotton. The pattern is very versatile, so I'm thinking I can make many versions out of different kinds of fabrics and patterns. I have a dream to do one in black silk dupioni, but I'll probably pick up something a little cheaper for skirt #2.

Mmmm, satin short-shorts...Slyvester, "You Make Me Feel (Mighty Real)"

Thanks to dickumbrage for sending this link to me (since, alas, he doesn't post to his blog much these days, I don't feel so much like I'm stealing his thunder).

Dick loves the fact that Sylvester goes through FIVE different outfits in the course of this video. My favorite part is the satin short-shorts-clad dancers and their amazingly gay barefoot dance moves. The girl-on-girl hump dance is so, so, so amazing. I'm not gay, but this video kind of makes me wish I were. At least in the 70's.

final cast countdown, i hope

I'm in the last less than a week until the cast comes off. At least, on Friday I go back to the ortho, and I'm going to demand that he remove the dirty, itching, deteriorating hot pink thing on my leg or else. I haven't decided what "or else" will entail yet, though it's probably more of the copious weeping variety than the go and buy that smart little handgun i saw at the pawn shop variety.

On Friday it will have been almost seven weeks since the injury and six since surgery. If the cast does come off, I will suddenly be able to experience all sorts of wonderful things that have been missing from my life for the last two months. Such as:

-Showering without a plastic bag over my left leg
-Shaving
-Pedicures
-Scratching the maddening itches
-Swimming

While the first four there are sort of like, "oh, look, now I can have normal hygeine again!" the last one is really a treat. Ah, womblike submersion in a lovely indoor pool...I can hardly wait.

mark e. smith on english soccer (er, football)

When I first read this, I had a hard time believing it wasn't just very well-written parody. But with Mark E. Smith, all things are possible. And can I say how much I love The Guardian for printing this sort of thing?

"What Sven could learn from me," by Mark E. Smith

Running the national football team is very much like running my group, the Fall. As a manager, you've got to maintain a certain detachment from your players, and it's the same with my musicians. When we're on tour, I sit at the back of the bus. We're friendly but the secret of it is never get too ally-pally...