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Feb. 16th, 2016 12:49 pm
correctiveshoes621: (Make It Stop)
This morning, about three am, I was awakened by a loud bang and then a, "WHOOSH!'-ing noise. As I opened the door to my room, I saw, down the hallway, a large stream of water, just shooting across. A pipe had burst in the wall between the shower and the kitchen. I couldn't switch it off from there - it just shot in my face and kept going.

A power strip was literally floating on the kitchen floor, and that is one scary fucking thing to have to approach.

Ice-storm, outside. Roads, impassable. My brother couldn't get here. My son was at work, and couldn't get here. The emergency guys from the park couldn't get here.

I had to literally crawl on hands and knees - in pajamas and robe - around the house thru snow and slush because I couldn't walk on the ice, with a flashlight in my fucking mouth - ripping the skirting away to try and find the water shut-off, which was under the house and filled with icy water and leaves up past my elbow.

I got it turned off just in time for the fire company to arrive - my mother had called them, in a panic. Naturally, as I opened the door to them - shivering and dripping from head to toe - my son's cat ran outside and we ended up having to chase him. I know.

It took HOURS to clean up, but stuff in my pantry is just ruined, and God only knows what this has done to the flooring, underneath. A lot of the water went under the stove, and all over the bathroom floor, as well. As we don't have heat, I HAD to get as much water up as I could or the floor would become a skating rink.

We still don't have water in the kitchen, so we suspect something under there has burst, as well. I will have to do dishes in my bathtub, I guess.



Of course, it's fifty-two fucking degrees, today, with torrential rains.
correctiveshoes621: (hat rack)
Another hero sleeps. Godspeed, Edgar Mitchell.

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Now, there are only seven human beings left that have walked on the moon.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edgar_Mitchell

http://noetic.org/
correctiveshoes621: (*ache)
Hey, all. I'm sorry I've been so non-existent, on here, but if it matters, I've been pretty non-existent in real life, as well. The loss of Frankie has slammed so many doors shut in me - yet, has also opened so many worm-cans, I could start a fucking psychiatric bait shop. And, one of the worst things is, my filter seems to be irrevocably broken. I'm feeling things HUGE and telling people *exactly* what I think, and that is - let's face it, folks - never, EVER good.

If it helps, also, I've bailed from Twitter and my 'real' Facebook, as well. I thought I was okay with it, but all the, 'Yay! We're all going to see the Cure!'-posts are just fucking too much for me.

Too many things are suddenly just OVER. Time to move on, move on, move on.
correctiveshoes621: (Default)
I literally cannot believe what tomorrow brings, and I sure don't know how I'm going to get through it. It still doesn't seem real.

I know he wanted a celebration, but - yeah, not going to be that person, and I've already promised that I wouldn't make a scene. I have no choice but to wear black. It's literally all I've got.

It wasn't supposed to be this way.

There's already talk of renaming St. James in Philly to, 'Frankie Morelli Way', and we are going to make that happen.
correctiveshoes621: (CarlWhat)
Okay, so it finally happened. Total meltdown of teh pc. At around two am.

I thought, "It's okay, you can do this - you got the disk." - - and proceeded to drop the OS.

It only gave me two choices - delete the present partition or add the new OS to it, with a warning that all hell would break loose - or grind to a halt - if I did. NO option to create a new one. So. (As I am le stupid) I deleted it. And proceeded to install the new OS. BUT..unknown to me, the disk was without drivers of any sort, apparently - meaning no 'net, no sound, etc, etc....so I basically have a big empty box, now.

As I am le stupid, it took me 'til forever to cobble together sound - thinking I could at LEAST watch a disk or something, but alas...no picture. So the empty box is sort of an old-time radio, now.

Everything hinges on my car inspection on Tuesday - after that, I will figure something out. Oy.

There are all sorts of driver packs on ebay, but..idk, I'm mistrustful.


THOUGHTS, ANYONE? ANYONE? BUELLER?
correctiveshoes621: (Dream Ed)
Yep. Yeah. Last day of vaca. Thinkin' thoughts, yo.

Contacting various places/ppl to obtain one of these: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moon_tree - at least, a seed from one of them. My best bet is the sycamore in King of Prussia, as it's closest, so I hope they get back to me about it. My wish is to have a seed interred with my ashes, once I'm cremated, and, no, that's not a morbid thought, it's a joyous one. :)

If you haven't seen, The Zero Theorem, let me rec' it, strongly - absolutely changed me:

correctiveshoes621: (i need something)
CHRIS SQUIRE.

CHRIS fuckin' SQUIRE.

This one really hurts.

Rest in peace, Chris.

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correctiveshoes621: (Carl)
GOD DAMMIT.

On my son's laptop - this morning, our electric went on and off, and my brand-new pc is dead. Won't even turn on. It's not even freakin' paid off, yet, and the elec co. is, 'investigating' = screwing me, anew. Yes, it was plugged into a surge protector. And all my purchase info is ONLINE, and NO, I can't print it out without a printer. Gutted, here.

I know you've all heard it before, but I sincerely don't know when I'll be back *this time*.

Whole new way of life, here - again. Relearning , 'life before the internet' and jeebus, what? Back to paper billing, etc? Back to scribbling in a notebook? How the fuck am I going to keep tabs on my astronauts/Norman Reedus/Bigfoot?!? And NO, 'COSMOS'...I haven't even had television in over fifteen years. It's like the zombie apocalypse without Daryl Dixon - WHAT'S THE POINT? - oh, and no pesky 'walkers', but for my scary neighbors..

Rest in peace, Christopher Lee. I had the privilege of spending MANY a childhood Saturday afternoon in your fine company. You were amazing in the Lord of the Rings movies, but you will always be Count Dracula, to me ♥

Oh, and welcome back to earth, Expedition 43!
correctiveshoes621: (CarlWhat)
Fuckin' A. Of COURSE. Entire pint of Earl Grey? Meet laptop. The end.

-- until I can afford another. Auf Weidersehen, ya'll.
correctiveshoes621: (*ache)
OMG. Rest in peace, Grace Lee Whitney. Damn.
correctiveshoes621: (Ralf)
Whine, whine, whine.

You can't pick yer family, right? Right? But you CAN pick to stay out of it, you CAN pick pseudo-sanity.

I've been out the outside since the day I was born; do not expect it to change, anytime, soon.
correctiveshoes621: (*ache)
So last night was both horrible and wonderful.

It was G's last night, and I'm surprised she came in - I probably wouldn't have. And I'm glad I was able to get ahold of two of our former coworkers - Caryn and Christy - because they came in, and brought a huge, huge spread of everything imaginable, and there was SO much love in that hellhole, last night, it was heartbreaking. I know it was, 'blabbing', but I am glad I followed instinct - G. kept saying to me, "I can't believe there are so many people that care about me." Well, there are, believe me. I'm just sorry that Tabby didn't get back to me, 'cos G would have loved to see her, too.

SO many hugs.

We went to lunch, together, one last time, and I'm glad I could make her crack up - haven't laughed that long in a long time. What are we going to do without her? Who am I gonna bitch with - she, Robin, and I were the last of the old-timers, left. We'd all three agreed that this was our, 'last winter', there.

We were SUPPOSED to quit together, giving ye olde middle fingers as we left. :)

She DID let me get a couple pictures, though - "How else are you going to star in my comic book, if I can't draw you?" ♥

Aint no, 'Goodbye', though. Don't believe in them.

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