constance | Apr. 21st, 2006

I would've posted this last night, but my connection was down. And it will be choppy and abrupt, but I just wanted to update while I had the chance. We connectionless pirates must take our opportunities where we find them!

The dog! We have had a couple of moments which were traumatic for the both of us, but for the most part we are adjusting well. I've decided on a name, finally. Or really, he's decided on the name; every time I mentioned it in his presence he perked up, and now he comes to me whenever I say it, so I guess that's that, right? He's decided that his name is Leory, pronounced lee-ORE-ee, and we've been practicing all day, responding to it, getting used to the sound of it. A few more days, and we might even have forgotten the indignity of the name Freeway.

Do you know that almost precisely two years ago I wrote complaining of having to pay $18.00 for a tank of gas? It seems laughable now, considering that this past week I paid $31.00 to fill that same tank. And only the prospect of paying more to look forward to. I said it then, and I'll say it now: thanks a pantsload, GWB.

I love that google saw fit to celebrate Joan Miro's birthday! Several times yesterday, I visited to look at their trademark image, just because it made me smile, and I wish they'd left it up for a little bit longer. (eta: although apparently some didn't like it quite so much.)

I would like to make it known that I am being harrassed at work! Three coworkers laughed at me all afternoon long yesterday because of the way I say "fucking." I pronounce the g and everything! The way they went on about it--they even made me repeat it for other coworkers--you'd think Mary Poppins had belched in front of them. To which I say, there is nothing funny about the way I talk, damn it. No, really.

I reread some of the stuff on my old journal--not the fics, just the entries--and was surprised to find that even though I spent most of that last year thinking that I was writing the most drivellous and pointless entries on the whole of livejournal--when I could write at all, that is, when I wasn't completely paralyzed by anxiety--the entries aren't actually all that repugnant, after all. This was a bit of a nice surprise for me, both that I could read the journal objectively, and that it could give me some pleasure to read and remember. It's amazing how different things look from outside a depression.

To that end I've decided to crosspost links to my Grimmauld Place project both there and here. Sorry for those of you who're seeing it twice. But I hope that the few of you who're interested in looking it over who haven't already seen it have fun with it. One warning: it's very image-heavy, and people with slow connections will have a time loading it. So many, many thanks to 21stcenturysei! And aubrem! And dahlia_777! And laurelwood! For being betas! Even though some of them did not want to be called that!