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Mar. 7th, 2008 07:02 am
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (The Mocus)


She really is going like a little motorboat over here. Just squeak squeak squeak, nonstop, for the past 45 minutes.

Even downloading the file and listening to the clip about fifteen times has not enabled me to remember what I said, however, because LJ's recording quality is so incredibly crappy.

Assume it was witty.

Also, assume that the cat in question is very, very cute, and is showing me her mostly hairless belly.

SHE is why I haven't gone back to sleep yet. She is just too cute to stop snuggling her.

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Mar. 7th, 2008 07:02 am
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (The Mocus)


She really is going like a little motorboat over here. Just squeak squeak squeak, nonstop, for the past 45 minutes.

Even downloading the file and listening to the clip about fifteen times has not enabled me to remember what I said, however, because LJ's recording quality is so incredibly crappy.

Assume it was witty.

Also, assume that the cat in question is very, very cute, and is showing me her mostly hairless belly.

SHE is why I haven't gone back to sleep yet. She is just too cute to stop snuggling her.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Default)


My many thanks to Daze, who translated this very well. The full version, since I have a moment to edit it, is below.

"Better to light a candle than curse the darkness." But here at Chez Naamah, we're pirates, so we do both.

It is Day 9 of the Blackout That Ate December. Most people have been restored to power, the huge glaring exception that of course would be us. The destruction is unspeakable. A tree crew came through to clear out the hanging limbs from Roanoke, Virginia. They did hurricane cleanup in Florida, and again in Louisiana after Katrina, and they said this is unlike anything they've ever seen. Obviously we're not dealing with comparable hurricane-level property damage, but the damage to the trees and the power grid is phenomenal. Our neighborhood in particular was one of the worst hit. The streets are lined with downed limbs and split trees, and they're now piled on the sidewalks; in some places they're as tall as I am.

I am well and truly sick of this shit, and I realize it probably makes me a fucking bitch to complain when after Katrina, there were people with underwater houses. But goddamnit. I want some fucking light to read by, I want my goddamn Smallville DVDs, and I want my stereo! And hot fucking water! That would be peachy-keen!

The most annoying part is that there is really not anyone to be angry with. The power company isn't responsible for the ice storm. The crews of unfortunate bastards have been working 16-hour shifts to get it hooked back up, so it's not like they aren't trying.

But, actually, there is someone to blame. I may already have mentioned this, but Tulsa was due to have its power lines buried. Only the worthless piss-swilling rat-testicle posthole-humping smegma stains in the neighborhood due to be buried voted it down, because they didn't want their precious yards dug up. Can you believe it?

If there is any justice in this world, those festering ape-felching babyfuckers will be the dead last to be turned on, and then they will have their yards gutted anyway in the spring, and the resulting trenches will be filled in with a 3-to-1 mixture of dog shit and pizza vomit. I think that would be pretty appropriate.

Those fuckers.

Anyway, we're OK. Beloved friends have opened their homes to us for hot showers and hot food, and we no longer smell like something fished from Bigfoot's buttcrack. The heat's holding out; I've been forced to abandon candles, because the fumes were making me ill, and that was fun. Now all I have is a cold sci-fi LED light of Book-Lites and fluorescent lanterns, which is like something out of an Alien movie.

The cat is knocking shit over in an effort to get to her toys, and I'm probably going to go smack her as soon as I'm done with this.

Fish!

Several people have shot looters; you might have seen news reports about that. We ourselves have a rifle handy because someone got into our garage on Saturday night and rummaged around. Then they went to the car. They didn't take anything, because there is nothing to take. They did leave the car door open, so we had to switch batteries between Sargon's car and mine.

Which brings to mind the fact that I forgot to mention: my car stopped running the Friday before all of this. I've been without power, and without transportation, all that time.

Also, last Monday, right after all this started, the Menstrual Fairy arrived! So I've been even more savagely irritable than usual. No Hitachi, no sex. No lights, no hot water. This is fun.

Anyway, Sargon tells me that we're among some 30,000 unfortunate bastards still without power. The power company swears it will have us on by tomorrow at ten. We'll see about that. I won't be back online after that for at least . . . I don't know. Several days. But I will at least be able to decorate my goddamn Christmas tree and turn on a light when I take a crap! It's true: You don't know what you've got until it's gone.

I will put in a brief phone call when we get hooked back up; otherwise, I'll be sitting here with a metaphorical thumb up my metaphorical ass, making Christmas ornaments, reading trashy novels, and going slowly insane.

When I become Evil Overlord, remind me to have my orbital death laser run off annoyance and hate! Either that or cat farts.

Many thanks to those who have sent holiday cards and fun music, and to those who have commented with well wishes, or even just, you know, thought them at me really hard. I miss you all, insert kissy noise here, and I will update you all later.

And, incidentally, yes, I am reading this, because, frankly, I suck at just talking straight off the top of my head.

But I really do miss you all, and, despite the extreme presence of cute snuggly cats, I am most definitely feeling the loneliness of being completely cut off from probably nine-tenths of my social circle.

So, just so all of y'all know that I still am thinking about you, and wishing that I could be reading about your lives instead of dealing with mine, which, frankly, at the moment, sucks ass. And, you know, not nice, clean, well-shaven, hot ass, but you know, disgusting, horrible-looking monkey butt.

So . . . I love you all, I will talk to you all later, and wish me the best of luck as I try to endure this stinky, lightless hell. Bye-bye.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Default)


My many thanks to Daze, who translated this very well. The full version, since I have a moment to edit it, is below.

"Better to light a candle than curse the darkness." But here at Chez Naamah, we're pirates, so we do both.

It is Day 9 of the Blackout That Ate December. Most people have been restored to power, the huge glaring exception that of course would be us. The destruction is unspeakable. A tree crew came through to clear out the hanging limbs from Roanoke, Virginia. They did hurricane cleanup in Florida, and again in Louisiana after Katrina, and they said this is unlike anything they've ever seen. Obviously we're not dealing with comparable hurricane-level property damage, but the damage to the trees and the power grid is phenomenal. Our neighborhood in particular was one of the worst hit. The streets are lined with downed limbs and split trees, and they're now piled on the sidewalks; in some places they're as tall as I am.

I am well and truly sick of this shit, and I realize it probably makes me a fucking bitch to complain when after Katrina, there were people with underwater houses. But goddamnit. I want some fucking light to read by, I want my goddamn Smallville DVDs, and I want my stereo! And hot fucking water! That would be peachy-keen!

The most annoying part is that there is really not anyone to be angry with. The power company isn't responsible for the ice storm. The crews of unfortunate bastards have been working 16-hour shifts to get it hooked back up, so it's not like they aren't trying.

But, actually, there is someone to blame. I may already have mentioned this, but Tulsa was due to have its power lines buried. Only the worthless piss-swilling rat-testicle posthole-humping smegma stains in the neighborhood due to be buried voted it down, because they didn't want their precious yards dug up. Can you believe it?

If there is any justice in this world, those festering ape-felching babyfuckers will be the dead last to be turned on, and then they will have their yards gutted anyway in the spring, and the resulting trenches will be filled in with a 3-to-1 mixture of dog shit and pizza vomit. I think that would be pretty appropriate.

Those fuckers.

Anyway, we're OK. Beloved friends have opened their homes to us for hot showers and hot food, and we no longer smell like something fished from Bigfoot's buttcrack. The heat's holding out; I've been forced to abandon candles, because the fumes were making me ill, and that was fun. Now all I have is a cold sci-fi LED light of Book-Lites and fluorescent lanterns, which is like something out of an Alien movie.

The cat is knocking shit over in an effort to get to her toys, and I'm probably going to go smack her as soon as I'm done with this.

Fish!

Several people have shot looters; you might have seen news reports about that. We ourselves have a rifle handy because someone got into our garage on Saturday night and rummaged around. Then they went to the car. They didn't take anything, because there is nothing to take. They did leave the car door open, so we had to switch batteries between Sargon's car and mine.

Which brings to mind the fact that I forgot to mention: my car stopped running the Friday before all of this. I've been without power, and without transportation, all that time.

Also, last Monday, right after all this started, the Menstrual Fairy arrived! So I've been even more savagely irritable than usual. No Hitachi, no sex. No lights, no hot water. This is fun.

Anyway, Sargon tells me that we're among some 30,000 unfortunate bastards still without power. The power company swears it will have us on by tomorrow at ten. We'll see about that. I won't be back online after that for at least . . . I don't know. Several days. But I will at least be able to decorate my goddamn Christmas tree and turn on a light when I take a crap! It's true: You don't know what you've got until it's gone.

I will put in a brief phone call when we get hooked back up; otherwise, I'll be sitting here with a metaphorical thumb up my metaphorical ass, making Christmas ornaments, reading trashy novels, and going slowly insane.

When I become Evil Overlord, remind me to have my orbital death laser run off annoyance and hate! Either that or cat farts.

Many thanks to those who have sent holiday cards and fun music, and to those who have commented with well wishes, or even just, you know, thought them at me really hard. I miss you all, insert kissy noise here, and I will update you all later.

And, incidentally, yes, I am reading this, because, frankly, I suck at just talking straight off the top of my head.

But I really do miss you all, and, despite the extreme presence of cute snuggly cats, I am most definitely feeling the loneliness of being completely cut off from probably nine-tenths of my social circle.

So, just so all of y'all know that I still am thinking about you, and wishing that I could be reading about your lives instead of dealing with mine, which, frankly, at the moment, sucks ass. And, you know, not nice, clean, well-shaven, hot ass, but you know, disgusting, horrible-looking monkey butt.

So . . . I love you all, I will talk to you all later, and wish me the best of luck as I try to endure this stinky, lightless hell. Bye-bye.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Default)


Hey, everybody!

We haven't been eaten by cannibals yet and our house hasn't burned down and we haven't asphyxiated in our sleep from carbon monoxide poisioning, nor have the cats eaten us. The snakes haven't died, and uh, we haven't yet resorted to shooting our neighbors or our neighbor's dogs, so everything is pretty good.

We were actually able, I was actually able, to get out of the house last night and uh, go out to eat with some friends and Sargon says it's actually a lot better than it was, but it looked pretty bad to me.

Um . . . they call this part of Oklahoma "Green Country" and that's mostly because it's really, really green. I don't know what you guys think it's like . . . a lot of people think of the Dustbowl or whatnot and it's not really like that. This is a beautiful, beautiful part of the state, lots of trees. Tulsa's a beautiful city, it's got lots of trees along all the streets, the residential streets and the artery streets. It's quite beautiful.

Right now it looks like somebody shit kindling *laughs* all over every road. It's just terrible! All up and down. They came through yesterday with a snowplow and plowed the big tree out of the street that fell down from our yard, so now it's sitting in our yard and not on the street, and actually scraped everything off of the whole street all the way up, and most of the main streets are clear.

Um . . . outside at night it's creepy as hell. The darkness is almost absolute. It's positively stygian. Um . . . houses near here have lights because people do have generators and some areas have power. It's kind of weird . . . you can see the glow of the areas that have power shining off the bottom of the clouds 'cause they are really low hanging. It's been overcast for days and days. There's been no sun. There's still ice all over everything; the parts of the house that are in shade.

Um . . . if you stand for any length of time outside at night and you look towards the richer parts of town because those are the parts of town that have their power back on already – fuckers -- you can see transformers blowing out. There's the big red flashes of light or blue or purple. It looks like superheroes having power duels. It's pretty cool, but also kind of creepy.

And uh . . . we're okay. We still have food. We have clean water, even if it's cold. We have heat, so we're comfortable. I've got everything I really need. I've have Sargon, I have the cats, I have my family, I have my friends, and I still have my imagination, so we'll be okay. It isn't easy. It's wearing pretty thin, in fact, but we'll be alright.

We don't know when we'll have power back on. They are swearing up and down that they'll have it back on by the 18th for everybody, and we were originally thinking it was going to be later for us because we have the power outage at the house, not just at the actual trunk line, so we were afraid of that, but apparently we may be getting it back on sooner than we thought because it looks like the entire transformer was ripped off of the power line, the power pole.

So it doesn't look like it's anywhere near happening yet. Next Tuesday is kind of a long way off and there's a whole weekend between now and then, but uh, I suppose we'll cope.

So far the most annoying thing is the lack of hot water followed by the lack of a freezer which means most of our food is either gonna to go bad or we have to cook it right away, so I'm sitting on top of about four pounds of cooked chicken, which is not nearly as much fun as it sounds like . . . yeah. And the second most annoying thing is that I'm still flipping the goddamn light switches every time I go into a dark room! I would really like to be able to pee with light, you know, or go into the bathroom and be able to read, but no, I sit there in the darkness like some kind of ass scratching savage, and it's pretty pathetic.

And then the cat comes in and she's black and she scares the crap out of me when she rubs up against my legs or jumps in my lap. I've stepped on her at least four times a night since this has started because I can't see her, and of course she's mightily offended by all of this. The other ones are much more adept at staying out of the way.

So, overall it's . . . it's not the best time I've ever had, but we're gonna be alright. I do miss you guys tremendously and I will keep trying to check in and make sure you guys know we're still alive and kicking.

Sargon will be checking his e-mail, so if you really need me for something you can always e-mail him if you have his e-mail address, and otherwise, you can post on his last entry or I suppose on mine, he might be checking that, so I will hopefully have cable and have power before too much longer and I'll check in with you a couple of times until then.

'Bye!
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Default)


Hey, everybody!

We haven't been eaten by cannibals yet and our house hasn't burned down and we haven't asphyxiated in our sleep from carbon monoxide poisioning, nor have the cats eaten us. The snakes haven't died, and uh, we haven't yet resorted to shooting our neighbors or our neighbor's dogs, so everything is pretty good.

We were actually able, I was actually able, to get out of the house last night and uh, go out to eat with some friends and Sargon says it's actually a lot better than it was, but it looked pretty bad to me.

Um . . . they call this part of Oklahoma "Green Country" and that's mostly because it's really, really green. I don't know what you guys think it's like . . . a lot of people think of the Dustbowl or whatnot and it's not really like that. This is a beautiful, beautiful part of the state, lots of trees. Tulsa's a beautiful city, it's got lots of trees along all the streets, the residential streets and the artery streets. It's quite beautiful.

Right now it looks like somebody shit kindling *laughs* all over every road. It's just terrible! All up and down. They came through yesterday with a snowplow and plowed the big tree out of the street that fell down from our yard, so now it's sitting in our yard and not on the street, and actually scraped everything off of the whole street all the way up, and most of the main streets are clear.

Um . . . outside at night it's creepy as hell. The darkness is almost absolute. It's positively stygian. Um . . . houses near here have lights because people do have generators and some areas have power. It's kind of weird . . . you can see the glow of the areas that have power shining off the bottom of the clouds 'cause they are really low hanging. It's been overcast for days and days. There's been no sun. There's still ice all over everything; the parts of the house that are in shade.

Um . . . if you stand for any length of time outside at night and you look towards the richer parts of town because those are the parts of town that have their power back on already – fuckers -- you can see transformers blowing out. There's the big red flashes of light or blue or purple. It looks like superheroes having power duels. It's pretty cool, but also kind of creepy.

And uh . . . we're okay. We still have food. We have clean water, even if it's cold. We have heat, so we're comfortable. I've got everything I really need. I've have Sargon, I have the cats, I have my family, I have my friends, and I still have my imagination, so we'll be okay. It isn't easy. It's wearing pretty thin, in fact, but we'll be alright.

We don't know when we'll have power back on. They are swearing up and down that they'll have it back on by the 18th for everybody, and we were originally thinking it was going to be later for us because we have the power outage at the house, not just at the actual trunk line, so we were afraid of that, but apparently we may be getting it back on sooner than we thought because it looks like the entire transformer was ripped off of the power line, the power pole.

So it doesn't look like it's anywhere near happening yet. Next Tuesday is kind of a long way off and there's a whole weekend between now and then, but uh, I suppose we'll cope.

So far the most annoying thing is the lack of hot water followed by the lack of a freezer which means most of our food is either gonna to go bad or we have to cook it right away, so I'm sitting on top of about four pounds of cooked chicken, which is not nearly as much fun as it sounds like . . . yeah. And the second most annoying thing is that I'm still flipping the goddamn light switches every time I go into a dark room! I would really like to be able to pee with light, you know, or go into the bathroom and be able to read, but no, I sit there in the darkness like some kind of ass scratching savage, and it's pretty pathetic.

And then the cat comes in and she's black and she scares the crap out of me when she rubs up against my legs or jumps in my lap. I've stepped on her at least four times a night since this has started because I can't see her, and of course she's mightily offended by all of this. The other ones are much more adept at staying out of the way.

So, overall it's . . . it's not the best time I've ever had, but we're gonna be alright. I do miss you guys tremendously and I will keep trying to check in and make sure you guys know we're still alive and kicking.

Sargon will be checking his e-mail, so if you really need me for something you can always e-mail him if you have his e-mail address, and otherwise, you can post on his last entry or I suppose on mine, he might be checking that, so I will hopefully have cable and have power before too much longer and I'll check in with you a couple of times until then.

'Bye!

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