Entries tagged with places:us:or:portland

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I always reduce my fractions.

Via

mactavish.

97 times out of 101, "Oh noes, we're moving, take my pet!" requests infuriate me. This request, however, is absolutely one of the rare other four.

If you're in Portland OR, these folk are moving to England, and fully intend to take their cats with them, but one cat didn't pass the rabies inoculation (as it were), so they can't take her with them until she does. They're looking for temporary housing, and are willing to pay $150 for compensation, basic kitty needs on top of that, and the pet deposit if your place requires one.

(Mangled English is my friend.)

Pass it on!

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Keep Portland weird, apparently.

- Heavy and oppressive clouds saps my energy a whole freakin' lot. I had a really terrible before-night day today, in terms of my mood.

- Ocean's 13 was a fun movie. I'm told that I'm glad I didn't see Ocean's 12.

- We went to the mall via Sears, to bide our time until the movie started. In front of us was a couple. On our way through the Sears, the girl saw that a shoe had fallen off the rack, and not only put it back on the display stand, she put the other shoe back (it had fallen to the side). My faith in humanity is restored in weird ways.

- I am a freak for containers. Relatedly, when the moviefolk offer a large drink, they aren't fucking lying.

- It's weird as hell to accept both of these things:
- I don't have discrete bouts of depression - I am a depressive. (Reading a post in

johnpalmer's blog helped with this.)
- It does not, pardon my French, invalidate my depression to have good days.

- Also, I am a worrywart. (I am not, however, a whorlywort.) Also also, accepting a new label is always weird.

- I love B, and I never say that enough.

- In conclusion, we got to see a midnight naked bikers brigade. I don't know the name off-hand, but so what?

I love it here, did I mention?

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I met a guy at a bus stop... months and months ago. And he was neat, and I kept kicking myself for not having gotten some contact info.

Today at work, Seniorguy talked up this show "The IT Group" to me - I'd never heard of it before.

Today on the bus ride home, the guy showed up (it's his route home too), and we nattered, and I got not only his email address, but a burnt DVD containing three CDs of "The IT Group". (He had a spare.)

Life is weird in manageable doses, and that's fine.

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The internet gets smaller every day.

Here's our weekly karaoke DJ.

In case you REALLY wanted to know.

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After coffee, food, and a couple of ibuprofen, I think I'm no longer inclined to throw up due to pain. So, I'm going to go either to a park or a cafe to knit some more, after I rearrange Magic's little cat cove such that the sun isn't directly hitting her shaved spot.

FASCINATING SHIT I write about here, I know.

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Sometimes, I just don't have time for in-depth commentary.

* Hooray for the Democrats winning a bunch of stuff!

* Whoa for the narrowness of the win! After the partying in the streets, it's totally time to prep things so's a Democrat wins, and that winning means something, in two years.

* Hooray for Oregon measure 43 (regarding mandatory parental notification in the event of a minor seeking an abortion) not being passed!

* Boo for my home state (VA) being populated by bigots! But, I imagine gay folk will be flocking out of there, so that's a thing, at least.

* Buh-bye to Santorum and Rumsfeld! Buh-bye!

* Boo for strawmen being thrown at me! Today's fun one – when I say "I'm pissed that a lot of men treat women like they're supposed to be pleasing at all times", I must totally mean "I want to take away their right to free speech". I just don't even have the time right now to wonder how someone figures "Why don't you smile?" is polite.

Originally posted at Xtinian Thoughts. Comment here or there.

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Office work versus handiwork.

I'm currently unemployed, which is no rational being's idea of fun. (Relief perhaps, but not fun.) I use Mozilla Thunderbird for both my formal email address and an RSS aggregator. In the RSS section, I subscribe to various Craigslist job categories, like admin stuff, technical support stuff, and so forth.

One job posting came into the trade section, asking if I was tired of long and boring hours at the office. I hadn't thought of it before… rather, I'd thought quite a lot about how boring office work can be, but I hadn't seriously considered doing anything else with my time. I'm used to doing officework – have done so since I was 16, or thereabouts – so that's what I'm "good" at.

Now, of course, I am all kinds of curious about working with my hands. I have no strong handiwork background, though I'm willing and able to heft things about, so I figured I'd not be able to get into it. Apparently, this is not entirely true, even beyond correcting for my general pessimism. There's a local group called Oregon Tradeswomen Inc., which is apparently about assisting women in the trades, and assisting women in getting into the trades in the first place.

I am fascinated. It's one whole neighbourhood away from me, so I may go there sometime soon to check them out, see if they're who I'm looking for. I would love to get into some sort of trade, at some point.

I may have had a point, but I got hit by a terrible pun (instead of "foreman", they wrote "forema'am"), and I need to go lie down now.

Originally posted at Xtinian Thoughts. Comment here or there.