misslynx: (Quote - brain dead)
Challenge #10 in the Last Author Standing contest I'm in is now open for voting. Stories (there are six) and voting post can be found here.

The prompt this time was the word "alpha", and people took it in a number of interesting directions...

. . .

In other news: I am incredibly tired, and even though I am not yet quite finished sorting out all the assorted varieties of fail that resulted from upgrading a fairly large and complex client site from Drupal 5 to 6, I think I am going to have to go to bed early. Today's plans originally included editing work at my dad's place, laundry, and going to the Freaky Fountain launch party, but absolutely none of that actually happened. The laundry, at least, will happen tomorrow, I suppose. Right now I don't think I'm up for much more than walking Kiska, some rooibos tea, and bed.
misslynx: (Me - w/ Kiska (on couch))
  1. Some dogs handle being tied up outside while you go into a store (or, in this case, the farmer's market) better than others.

  2. In particular, if it is a fairly nippy day, a long-haired dog of a northern breed (huskies and variants thereof, etc.) will probably be fine as long as they're not out there for too long, but a short-haired dog may be really unhappy about it.

  3. And temperament-wise, a mellow dog will just relax and enjoy the sunshine, while a high-strung/dependent dog will get incredibly agitated and bark and whine constantly until its humans come back. The latter should really not be left tied up outside if you can possibly help it. They will (a) be very unhappy, and (b) drive everyone else around them, canine and human, crazy.

  4. Similarly, a very young, energetic dog that can't hold still for more than 30 seconds is perhaps also not the best candidate for being tied outside for any length of time.

  5. There is more than one post/handle/railing/etc. that dogs can be tied to outside the Wychwood Barns farmers' market. Seriously. Look around.

  6. So, given all of the above, was it really fucking necessary to tie three other dogs, all of whom were varying degrees of short-haired, high-strung, unhappy, cold, over-energetic and constantly barking, to the same post Kiska was tied to, with all of them on short leashes so that they couldn't get away from each other?
FFS, people. By the time I got out there (and I wasn't even inside for very long), their leashes were tangled together into a near-impenetrable knot that took me probably longer to untangle than it had taken me to buy my veggies in the first place. I'm just thankful it hadn't yet degenerated into a full-on fight. Maybe you were thinking the dogs would enjoy each other's company and help keep each other warm. But it certainly didn't look like that was how it was working out.

On the bright side, I have rarely seen Kiska quite as happy as she was when I finally got her leash free so that she could get away from the other dogs...
misslynx: (Quote - clucking bell)
  1. I am not, in fact, a Person Who Bakes. I am, at best, a Person Who Is Attempting To Figure This Whole Baking Thing Out, With Varying Degrees Of Success.

  2. Things they tell you to do in recipes sound so much easier than they actually are.

  3. Drizzling melted chocolate on top of something, for example, would be easier if melting the chocolate had actually made it vaguely liquidy, instead of a thick gloppy pudding-like substance.

  4. Possibly I used the wrong kind of chocolate.

  5. Adding soymilk will not help. It will, in fact, make it thicker. Ditto for stirring it lots and lots. Eventually it will come to resemble something you expect to see sliding along the floors of a dungeon sucking up small objects.

  6. Putting it into a Ziplock bag and cutting off a corner to simulate a pastry bag might have worked better if the chocolate had been cooler. Who knew the seams on the bag were that weak?

  7. Hopefully my oven mitts are washable...

  8. Eventually attempting to "drizzle" it onto your shortbread anyway will result in giant swaths of chocolate that look kind of like some animal had major bowel control problems in the general vicinity of your cookies.

  9. Trying to spread it around with a spoon will make it look like a preschooler's art project, but at least less like poo.

  10. It will taste good anyway.

  11. Even if you whisk your Dulce Sin Leche nonstop for the entire time from first combining the ingredients to taking it off the heat to cool, it will end up with strange white lumps in it of unidentifiable origin (soymilk powder?). But you can get most of them out by eventually forcing it through a strainer. Most of them.

  12. You can, indeed, soften brown sugar by putting it in the microwave with a damp paper towel over it. However, it is advisable to keep an eye on the time and/or whether the paper towel is still damp. Unless, of course, your intention was to set it on fire...

  13. This will result in parts of the sugar turning into chunks of caramel, which while useless for your cupcakes, are tasty to munch on while you clean up the mess.

  14. You cannot sift rock-hard lumps of caramel out of brown sugar. You can, however, render your brand-new sifter unusable.

  15. Do not keep your cooling Dulce Sin Leche near the bowl you are sifting flour into, unless, of course, you want it covered with flour.

  16. It is probably a good idea to remember whether or not you've already added the vanilla. Adding more "just in case" may or may not have been a good idea.

  17. Your cat will always attempt to jump up on the kitchen counter right at the worst possible time.

  18. When the cookbook says "Spoon a little Dulce Sin Leche onto the top of each cupcake and use a butter knife to swirl the sauce," hopefully they mean "Scrape a thick glob of the Dulce Sin Leche off the spoon onto each cupcake, and try futilely to turn it into a swirl until you realize you're just sliding the glob around without actually changing its shape any." Because that was how it went for me, anyway.

  19. True fact: baking just two things can dirty virtually every bowl, pan, measuring cup, etc. that you own.

  20. If I ever again declare an intent to bake multiple things for a Christmas gathering, or any other event, someone direct my attention to this post, OK?

On the bright side, they rose OK, they smell good, and I remembered to use those little paper liners this time. Little by little, I improve.
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Just found out that registration for the Ride to Conquer Cancer closes tomorrow. I didn't register yet, and right now, with rent due tomorrow and various and sundry bills to deal with, I can't afford the $50 registration fee.

Maybe it's just as well — I'm not entirely sure I could have been fully prepared to ride 200km by June, unless I trained really hard between now and then, and I don't know if I'll have the time to train as hard as I'd need to. Plus, while I'm OK with riding during at least some winter weather, I do have limits, and if I'm trying to prepare by riding really long distances, doing it at -10 in February is not, I have to admit, the most appealing prospect in the world. Not to mention the fact that I'm still trying to get caught up on my gym fees so I don't have that option open to me right now.

I suppose the best thing to do is let it go for now, and concentrated on getting my gym membership paid up so that I can start working out again, ride as much as I comfortably can in the winter and more once it gets warmer, and for this year, aim to do one of the shorter charity rides — I think there are several others that aren't quite as huge as the RTCC. And then for next year, realize ahead of time that registration closes six months before the actual event, and get registered early!
misslynx: (Me - w/ Kiska (on couch))
Total bites received while walking Kiska through Humewood Park tonight:

Right shoulder: 3
Left shoulder: 4
Right forearm: 1
Left upper arm: 2
Left foot & ankle: 3
Back: 6

Total: 19

Based on visual inspection in the bathroom mirror, while applying copious quantities of Afterbite (which only sort of helps - it's better than nothing, but not exactly a cure-all).

Time spent in park: approximately 10 minutes (during the first 5 or so of which I did not get bitten because I was running around with Kiska - I seem to only get bitten when standing still for more than a few seconds, or just walking)

Other dog owners present in park: 4

Number of them seen slapping at mosquitoes or scratching: 0
(although one did mention she never walked her dog at this time of year without a few spritzes of Off first)

Even after applying a double coat of Afterbite on all bites (apply once, wait for it to soak in/dry, apply again), I am still somewhat itchy, and the one on my forearm has spread itself out into a nearly inch-long welt. Possibly that was actually more than one bite, close together - I have that going on in a few other places as well - but it looked like just one small bite when I was putting on the Afterbite, so I don't know.

  1. I know DEET is kind of toxic and nasty, so I'm wary of resorting to using it every day, but the natural repellents usually vary between not working at all on me, and sort of more-or-less working for a short period of time. I really need to start doing something to fend them off even on daily (well, nightly - they're not out during the day) dog-walking excursions, as I hate being itchy and don't particularly want West Nile, but I also don't want to risk some kind of toxic side effects from dousing myself with Deep Woods Off every evening either. What would you do in my place?

misslynx: (Aidan & me - ravine)
So, for some while now there has periodically been a bit of water leaking through my bathroom ceiling, usually when the upstairs neighbours are taking a bath or shower. It was one of those things I kept meaning to tell the landlord about, but not quite getting around to, between work, out of town guests, getting sick, etc. But recently I noticed that a big puddle of water had started to collect in the plastic cover of the fluorescent light fixture (it has one of those big rectangular fluorescent panels on the ceiling like you see in offices). This struck me as a Bad Thing, so I did tell the landlord, on Friday, and he said he would get someone to have a look at it.

However, just over the course of the weekend, it was clearly getting worse, with the plastic cover beginning to warp and bow down in the middle, and an ever-growing puddle of nasty-looking water collecting. More than once I contemplated trying to see if I could tip the water out somehow, but I couldn't think of a way to do it that wouldn't be likely to result in scummy water splashing all over me and the entire bathroom. I also contemplated removing everything from the bathroom that I wouldn't want splattered with scummy water, in case it came down by itself, but it seemed like a lot of work, and I was still low on energy from being sick, so instead I hoped that it would hold up until someone came to fix it.

Judging from the title of this post, you can guess whether that hope was justified.

The sordid details, with bonus Lynxcub cuteness )
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I found this letter in today's Toronto Star, on the results of the election (that would be in Canada - I know a lot of you on my flist still have an election coming up), somewhat poignant, and very reflective of my own thoughts on the matter:


Text in case the Star site requires registration - though it's better with the photo they used )

That's part of what made watching this whole election campaign so painful for me. On the one hand, I was really impressed with Dion's grasp of and commitment to environmental issues - he really seemed to have an awareness and clarity of vision that you don't normally see on those issues outside the Green Party, and ideas that would have been considered too radical for a mainstream party to take seriously were suddenly front page news. But even at the time that he was proposing them, it was hard to miss the fact that a lot of average, not-terribly-educated people were just not going to get it. And the fact that he was proposing something genuinely radical and visionary made it all that much easier for Harper to shoot him down.

I remember hearing in Manufacturing Consent, the documentary on Noam Chomsky and his theories on media manipulation, that the very format most of us get our news in makes it difficult to get any genuinely new ideas across. The short soundbites that TV news is mostly made up of work very well for conveying ideas that are already familiar to people, but not at all well to get across anything new or challenging, so TV news ends up inherently supporting the status quo. Even with a lot of print media, people just scan the headlines or the first few paragraphs rather than reading in depth. And online news sources aren't always much better - there are certainly in-depth articles explaining challenging ideas out there, but how many people take the time to read them?

Unfortunately, I have to agree with the letter writer that things are likely to have to get a whole lot worse before we see the political will to make them better happening on any kind of large scale. What Dion wanted to do may have been timely in terms of when these changes really ought to be made in order to head off the worst of the damage our current totally unsustainable way of life is likely to result in, but he was way ahead of his time in terms of people's willingness to accept those changes as necessary.

And that means that the coming few decades aren't likely to be terribly pleasant, for anyone.
misslynx: (Can't brain)
OK, not to keep harping endless on the new bike, but since it's been raining for most of the day, the only thing I can really do with it right now is attach the various accessories I got for it. Thus far, bell and lights have been successfully attached, though in the case of the rear light it was a little tricky as they tell you not to remove the original reflectors, and with the reflector on there there was not much room for the light, but I managed to squeeze it in.

However, I have been defeated by the hardware for the U-bar lock, or more specifically the bracket thingie with which one is supposed to attach it to the bike. Also the complete lack of instructions it came with. I was initially pleased to see a little folded up piece of paper wedged inside the bracket, but when I unfolded it, it was just the warranty, plus instructions on how to lock your bike -- uh, I think I knew that part, thanks.

Here is what it came with:
  • The main bracket thingie. I think I can tell which side is supposed to go on the bike and which on the lock, because one of them has little rubber things inside it to adjust for different frame sizes and the other does not.
  • Two nut-and-bolt combos. I think these are supposed to go on what I think is probably the lock side of the bracket, as it has two holes in it. Of course, it may be that that is actually the bike side and I was supposed to put the little rubber things in there, even though they were initially in the other one.
  • Two little washers. Since there are two, I am guessing they probably go somewhere in with the nuts and bolts, but I don't know exactly where. On the nut side? The bolt side? In the middle?
  • A little square piece of metal with a round hole in it.
  • A strange contraption I can't make head nor tail of, which has a sort of nut and bolt arrangement with a pin through the head of the bolt attaching it to a sort of rectangular thing that wraps around it and has a round bit on the end. I assume this goes with what is probably the bike side, i.e. the side that has not got two holes in it. That side has one hole, and then below the hole it sort of flares out a bit for no apparent reason that I can tell.
Does that description make any sense to anyone?

BTW, googling "attaching bracket for U-bar bike lock" turns up one set of detailed instructions for a completely different sort of bracket with no parts in common with this one, and a bunch of irrelevant stuff having to do with car racks, motorcycles and wheelchairs. Googling "attaching bracket for SuperCycle U-bar bike lock" in hopes of getting more specific results turns up... absolutely nothing.

I also have a rear carrier to attach, but given that it comes with even more hardware (specifically, two short bolts, one medium one, one long one, a whole bunch of nuts and washers, two flexible clear plastic bits, and three unidentifiable metal things of various random shapes and numbers of holes), and likewise no instructions, I'm thinking I may need to enlist an expert on that one. Anyone feel like an expert?

Oh, one more question: apparently one is supposed to register one's bike with the police in order to enhance the near-zero chances of recovering it if it's stolen to something a little less near zero. This entails finding a serial number on it somewhere. The web page for this helpfully says that it should be "somewhere on the frame". Anyone have any more specific info than that on where I might find this number?

Really wondering why bikes don't come with instruction manuals...

Also, note to Claribell: STOP HELPING!

Imagined rejoinder from Claribell: "Oh, don't be silly. It's not like you're managing well on your own, and I keep trying to show you that the correct place for all those little bits of hardware is all over the floor under various pieces furniture, or possibly in my mouth, but you're just not paying attention. No wonder you humans get so frustrated with this stuff. You're just not smart enough to throw it all on the floor and bat it around randomly like we cats are, are you?"
misslynx: (Huge tracts of land)
I've been meaning to do a proper catching-up udpate for a while, but this is not it. This is just a small post on the experience I had taking the advice [livejournal.com profile] danaeris gave me in the comments on this post, and checking out Change on Queen St. Or Change of Scandinavia, which is apparently their full and proper name. Essentially, they are the Ikea of bras -- as in, a European chain aimed at providing quality at affordable prices.

Mostly, it was a good experience, although on the whole not quite as good as I'd hoped.

The good part )

The not so good part )

So, all in all, not quite the bra paradise I was hoping for, but not without merit either. I'll probably check out other stores as well, but I likely will go back to Change at some point and maybe try on that higher-end bra.

For now, though, here I sit in my new 34H bra, enjoying the fact that I finally have something decently supportive again, even while also feeling resentful that there weren't more options for me that worked, and trying to resign myself to not only an even more freakish-sounding bra size than before, but also the fact that weight loss or no, I will probably never be in the market for department-store bras again, ever.
misslynx: (needs must)
I can has 36 hour day plz?

Or just stop time for a week or so while I get caught up. That would do it too...

Maybe more like a month.
misslynx: (Huge tracts of land)
The latest chapter in the ongoing saga of the Incredible Shrinking Woman. Also, further evidence that the fashion/clothing industry is insane:

Amongst the latest batch of stuff of mine that I picked up from chez [livejournal.com profile] kettunainen and [livejournal.com profile] optimystik was a tape measure. This morning, catching sight of it, it occurred to me that it had been a while since I last took my measurements. Also, that I have been finding my formerly best-fitting bra to be a little bit loose these days, and thus entertaining suspicions that I may have gone down a band size and/or cup size. Going down a cup size would actually be excellent news, in that it would make me a DD and thus back into the realm of being able to buy bras in normal stores.

So, I started measuring. First discovery was that yes, I am indeed smaller in all horizontal dimensions than last time I did this. The last measurements I can remember taking, a couple of years ago, were something like 44-34-47. That was after having lost some weight already.. Today's results: 42-32-42. I do believe this is the first time in my life that my bust and hip measurements have ever been the same. Also, it is no longer surprising to me that none of my pants fit any more, if I've lost two inches off my waist and five off my hips.

Next, the underbust measurement that is compared to the bust measurement to calculate bra size -- bearing in mind that just doing it on a chart is not always reliable, and that serious bra-fu is required if you want a really good fit. Anyway: 34".

So, I hit google and begin looking up bra size charts. The first one attempts to tell me that I am a 38D. This seems suspicious to me, so I experiment a bit and discover that D is the largest size it has - you could (theoretically) have a 20" difference between your bust and underbust measurements and it would still tell you you were a D. D is actually supposed to reflect a 4" difference. I have an 8" difference. Fail.

So I try another, from a site that I have heard before carries a wide range of sizes. That one lists an 8" difference as "FF". Never seen a double F before -- I was a 38F last I checked (having been sized by a bra-fu master at a store that sadly no longer exists). But cup sizes vary wildly between different countries: an F in European sizes (which rather sensible go through the alphabet in the normal fashion instead of randomly doubling letters) is an E in UK sizes, where they have double D and then go on to E, and a DDD in US sizes, although in my experience US DDD bras never actually fit me -- they seem to be designed on the assumption that anyone with large breasts is also large all over, probably due to the, er, peculiarities of the average American physique these days.

So I look over the rest of the chart, trying to make sense of this - to find that the version this site is using goes up to DDDD, which I have also seen, and then straight to FF without actually hitting E or F on the way. Who on earth thinks up these things? But it was when I compared their version of US sizing to the European sizing with which I am more familiar that the true WTF-ness of the situation began to sink in: DD = E, DDD = F, DDDD = G, FF = H!

H? H?! How is it even remotely possible that, having lost two inches from my bust since being sized as a 38 F, I am now two freaking cup sizes larger?! Although, according to this site's idea of band size, two band sizes smaller?

I check another site that deals with the full range of sizes for comparison, after an interval of trying a few more that either stop at DD or list any size larger than a certain cutoff as "etc." But it does indeed seem that an 8" difference between underbust and bust classes one as an H, though other sites say that a 34" underbust measurement is actually a band size of 38.

I measure again, a couple of times, trying to make sure that I haven't made some grievous error, and the first time get 42 again for the bust while the second time I get 41 (the underbust measurement stays the same both times). I guess it depends a bit on how you hold the tape measure. But even 41 would still put me as a G.

So I am apparently supposed to believe that while my bust measurement has gotten smaller, my cup size has gotten larger while my band size has stayed the same.

I think that instead I will choose to believe that bra sizing charts are fucking useless, and that I need to take [livejournal.com profile] foxesdaughter's recommendation of visiting her bra-fu master on the Danforth. Whenever I next have some disposable income, anyway...

P.S. Courtesy of [livejournal.com profile] poisoninjest, I have found the perfect userpic for posts such as this...
misslynx: (private parts)
I am very displeased with my local laundromat. VERY displeased.

I was doing laundry earlier this evening - having braved the mega thunderstorm to venture out to it because I knew I wouldn't have time tomorrow and it really needed to be done. The laundromat theoretically opens at 7am and closes at 11pm, but many nights I've seen the door still propped open at midnight, 1am or later. I think sometimes it doesn't close at all. Still, I prefer to err on the side of caution, so I made sure before going home to hang up my wet clothes that the ones in the dryer would be done before 11:00.

I come back at about 10:50pm to find... The door locked and no one there, though all the lights were still on. Whatever fucktard is in charge of closing it up at night, who apparently doesn't even bother to close it at all most of the time, closed it early -- without bothering to check whether any of the machines were still going or whether there was laundry in any of them!

So now I have to (a) sleep on a bed with no sheets tonight, since the sheets are in the damn dryer, and (b) get up at the fucking crack of dawn tomorrow to go retrieve my laundry, since I do not have sufficient trust in human nature to believe that it will all still be there if I sleep in and go later in the morning.

And of course, I have no way of knowing if whoever it is that doesn't bother to close it at the correct time actually bothers to open it at the correct time in the morning, or whether I will go over there at 7am to find it still locked, and have to keep checking back until it opens, rather than, say, retrieving my damn laundry, bringing it home, and going back to bed.

The good and bad thing about this is that the laundromat in question is owned by none other than... my new landlord. I don't think he opens and closes it himself - he doesn't live anywhere near here - but whoever he's hired to do it is a complete fuckup. Anyway, his ownership of the place is bad because the general level of disrepair and neglect of that laundromat bodes ill for this building, but good because at least I know who to complain to.

. . .

In completely unrelated news, I have previously recommended the web novels of Alexandra Erin, in particular Tribe, Void Dogs, The Three Seas, and Tales of MU. But she has recently reactivated a long-defunct one, Star Harbor Nights, which has a superhero theme, and like a lot of her work, tends to often satirize the genre it's based in.

So now I am catching up on the original series, which can be found on a separate site, so that the revived series will make sense once I get there. And while I like the vast majority of her writing, every now and then I come across a particular snippet that's just especially brilliant -- be it in the sense of thought-provoking, or just laugh-out-loud funny. Tonight's stellar quote was of the latter sort, and made me just about snort soymilk out my nose:
"A census taker tried to quantify me once," Rhyme said. "I ate his liver with an overused movie reference and a clichéd slurping noise."

If for some reason you are not yet reading any of the various works of Ms. Erin, you really, really need to start.

. . .

And now I should really go to bed, having set the alarm for four and a half hours from now. Laundromat: fired.
misslynx: (Can't brain)
Well. There are now two partially assembled Ikea BILLY bookshelves in my entrance hall. Initially this filled me with a sense of accomplishment, until I got the part where I tried to stand one of them up (having had them lying down on their sides to assemble them.

Oh, but I'm getting ahead of myself. First thing that happened was I got all the wooden pegs in (the first step in putting the frames together), discovered this made them into sort of tippy parallelograms, and quickly started trying to fasten in the little bolt thingies that looked like they were meant to hold them more securely. Checked to see what sort of screwdriver was necessary for this, and discovered that oh wait, these don't want a screwdriver at all.

Ikea: it's Swedish for HEX KEY. How could I have forgotten?

Off I go to see if I can obtain a set of hex keys from a corner store in my neighbourhood at 11:30pm. First, this involves trying to squeeze past/over/under/around/through the two partially assembled bookcases, which as I may have mentioned are in the entrance hall. Mostly blocking it. But I successfully got out. Sadly, the one with the large-ish hardware section did not have hex keys. Happily, the one with the almost nonexistent hardware section did. Go figure.

So, back to apartment, manage to squeeze through bookcases again, put in bolts, tighten bolts with hex key. All good.

Attempt to slide back pieces of bookshelves in along grooves placed there for that purpose. Discover that backs are supposed to be screwed down. Go looking for small package of screws I bought several days ago with the (correct) expectation I might be needing a lot of them. Cannot find.

Off I go again after squeezing through bookcases again, to get screws from the same corner store. In store, am affectionately attacked by an attention-starved ginger cat that wants to play and does not know the meaning of "soft paws!". Escape with only a few scratches, and a package of screws.

Back in (clambering through bookcases again). Set about screwing on back of first bookcase. Success. Then discover I positioned it wrong and that one edge was supposed to have slid under these little holder thingies on the middle fixed shelf. Oops. Unscrew, reposition, rescrew. Discover other part of bookcase back is in upside down. Thankfully have not screwed down yet. Have to move bookcase about three feet down the hall in order to slide this part out, though, as I originally put it in from the other end, which is now blocked by the one I did screw down. Successfully remove and reinsert, screw down.

Ikea: it's Swedish for "some assembly required".

Worry a little that things don't seem to be fitting together quite right, but what do I really expect from 20-year-old Ikea bookshelves? Everything's a little warped, so it's kind of like that Lovecraftian angles-are-wrong thing.

Move on to second bookshelf. Start to slide back piece on, then realize that the top shelf is in backwards. Oops.

Consider that maybe I really don't need to get these up and finished tonight after all. Go back to computer and try to do work. Get distracted by half-finished bookshelves in my peripheral vision. Cave and go back to bookshelf assembly after about two minutes of attempting work.

Remove all bolts from second bookcase, lift off side, turn shelf around, realize it's really supposed to be the middle shelf because it has those little holder thingies for the back pieces on it, swap middle and top shelf, make sure all the shelves are actually facing the right way this time, put side back on, put all bolts back in. Slide back pieces most of the way in, blocked by clamps holding damaged part of one shelf that is currently being glued back together.

Return attention to first shelf. Decide I am now ready to stand it up and add the four movable shelves that go on with little pegs in addition to the three bolted-on fixed shelves, so that I can at least unpack half the books tonight.

Can anyone guess from the above description what was wrong with this idea?

You may have noted that I was assembling these bookshelves -- very tall, floor-to-ceiling bookshelves -- in a hallway. A long, narrow hallway. With them tipped up on their sides. The bolts that hold everything together go in the side.

Both sides, to be precise. Not just the one currently facing upward. Oops.

Manage to lift the now relatively heavy, mostly-assembled bookcase a little way off the ground. Discover what happens when the underneath side is not bolted on. Drop now-half-falling-apart bookcase back down, with muttered expletives. Everything lands wrong and one back piece pops back out from under the little holder thingies. Manage to get all wooden pegs lined up again and bookshelf back together. Discover that back piece is now stuck out in a warped position and will not go back under holder thingies. Not unless I unscrew it again, slide it out, put it back again, and screw it down again. Do this.

Stare at bookcase which is now mostly assembled again, but still lacking any bolts on the underneath side, as is its companion with the still-being-glued shelf. Try to decide how the hell to get either one of them into a vertical position, or even a turned-over-to-the other-side position, so that I can put the rest of the bolts in, without having them fall apart in the process, all within the confines of a long narrow hallway.

Am fresh out of ideas as to how to do that.

Ikea: it's Swedish for "Fuck this, I need a drink."
misslynx: (With Kiska (on couch))
From Avaaz.org:
Right now, a major UN summit in Bali has just a few days left to hammer out an agreement on stopping catastrophic climate change. But instead of helping out, Canada is actually sabotaging the talks! On Saturday, experts gave us the global "fossil" award for being the worst country in the world on climate change.

There's still a few days left to save Canada's reputation -- and the climate -- but we need a massive democratic roar to remind our Prime Minister what Canada is all about, and stop him from blocking the world at Bali. Click below to sign the petition, which will be advertised with the number of signatures in an ad campaign across Canada this week. The goal is to get 25,000 people to sign in the next 3 days -- before the ads run. After you sign, please pass this URL on to everyone you know:


Prime Minister Harper's short-sighted, undemocratic and big oil-driven policy on climate change is damaging the world and destroying our image as a good country. We're supposed to be the nice guys, who try to do the right thing in the world.

The vast majority of Canadians are hopping mad on this issue -- we can win this. We just need to show Harper how serious we are that he change course. Sign up now and forward this message to everyone you know -- we've got just 3 days to hit 25,000 signatures!

Thanks for you help!

PS -- Here are links to some more info on this:

David Suzuki calls the government's spin on climate change "humiliating" and "ludicrous"

The former editor-in-chief of CBC news discusses the damage done by Canada's climate policy to our international reputation
I signed -- your turn now. And no, you don't have to live in Canada to sign it.

BTW, the song that came on while I was posting this is nicely appropriate... It's about being patriotic by means of being an activist and trying to keep your country from being stupid. :-)

And hey, I just noticed that in the e-mail invite text it says they're shooting for 25,000 signatures, but on the site it says they're now at 76,498 and shooting for 100,000. And the number is up by a few hundred since when I first hit the site about ten minutes ago. That's nice to see!
misslynx: (With Kiska (on couch))
Interesting video on the logic behind the global warming debates. Does not live up to the headline that's been put on it, but well worth watching nonetheless.

misslynx: (Oh R'lyeh?)
This looks like a ton of fun: An Open Challenge: Build Your Own Lovecraftian Ending

Were I not tired and brain dead at the moment, and it not late at night, I would immediately take up the challenge. Perhaps on the morrow.

In the meantime, I leave you with this, which amused me even more: The Thing in the Crib, or, Cthulhu Cthild Cthare
misslynx: (Clucking Bell)
So, one of the things we learned when [livejournal.com profile] kettunainen's mom was up here is that early teething runs in the family. Most babies don't start showing even preteething signs until about four months, but Kettu had apparently started full-on teething by three months, and her nephew actually had several teeth showing by then.

Aidan will be three months old next Friday. And ta-da, we are starting to have much drooling, swollen gums, and, oh yes, the screaming. Did I mention the screaming?

The freezer is full of frozen washcloths, I make a late-night Shoppers Drug Mart run last night for baby Tylenol and Motrin drops, [livejournal.com profile] optimystik is picking up some kind of natural teething remedies at Whole Foods on his way home from work tonight, and maybe, just maybe, if all those things combined eventually start to work, we will not all go completely insane before our dear little monster gets his fangs.
misslynx: (little help)
Won’t Back Down by Naomi Wolf.

Really scary article on the current political situation in the US.

I'm thinking maybe we won't try to get dual citizenship for Aidan. And that I may go down the US consulate and renounce my own.
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Received today from Avaaz.org:
The Burmese protests are widening, the international response is building -- and the Burmese generals are panicking. Today, the Burmese junta banned gatherings of more than 5, and sent thousands of troops to take control of the streets -- but still the monks and protesters march. Desperate officers have beaten, tear-gassed and fired on their own people, reportedly shooting five monks in Rangoon.

The next 36 hours are crucial. Leaders have called for an emergency session of the UN Security Council -- but only a decisive initiative will prevent a massacre like the one from 1988. Already, 75,000 people from 192 countries have signed our emergency global petition. Please forward this email to others who haven't yet signed -- they can click below to add their name, and we'll send an updated petition to the Chinese government and the UN Security Council members every day:


We're calling for UN powers -- above all China, which holds the economic strings of the Burmese regime -- to apply decisive pressure now to stop the violence, and to broker a peaceful transition. If they fail to do this, the massacres will be sudden.

The protesters have declared they will not back down. The Burmese have showed their courage. The scenes fill our television screens -- now the world must act.
I don't know how much good petitions do in a situation like this, but it's better than nothing. I signed it; hopefully some of you will too.
misslynx: (Cat vomit)
A Canadian environmental group called Environmental Defence is pushing for a nationwide ban on Bisphenol-A, through their Toxic Nation campaign.

You can sign their petition here -- please do!

There's a fair bit of info on the Toxic Nation site, including the rather disturbing Pollution - It's In You section, and tips on how to avoid toxins in the home, art supplies, school supplies(!) and more. (Those last three links are all downloadable PDFs, just so you know.)

For those who missed my original posts on this, they're here and here. I'd particularly recommend the Environmental Working Group's Bisphenol-A Report.


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