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verbminxStaying one more day in the hotel. We've been here so long that everything has been pro-rated anyway, so it won't cost that much.
Why staying?
Well. It's like... I was gauging the basement stairway for my evil plot (evil plot = I have at least three subway-size posters, and was thinking they might look cool on the wall in the stairwell). I turn on the basement light and look down into my Lair (yes, from now on, the office will be known as The Lair). I see something large and buggy crawling around on the floor of My Lair, and I say, hey, bastard, get your own lair! It was a three-inch centipede. Now, you know I managed to make friends with the rather cute and polite millipedes that were hanging around my house like two years ago. This is not that kind of pede. Had I not known my location, I'd have thought it was a huge roach - but there aren't any of those in Ohio. So I walked down the stairs and took a closer look. Walked back up the stairs and told my mom that there is at least one large crawling thing in the basement (while, at the same time, being thrilled it wasn't a silverfish -- ick). End verdict: instead of moving-completely-in tomorrow, the house is going to be bug-bombed. Because ew. My conviction that I must be kind to living creatures sometimes falls down in the face of irrational fear and disgust. I stomped on a house-fly and sucked it up with a vacuum last night. I'm a bad person.
Anyway, we don't want our pets in the house when it's bug-bombed. So we're going to take care of that tomorrow, and then move in on Wednesday morning.
All this decorating... as soon as we figure out where the digital camera is, there will be pix.
Also my neighbor has a Love Spit Love poster in one of their upstairs rooms, so I think they might be interesting to meet!
Watched this weird Hound of the Baskervilles on PBS, starring Richard Roxburgh (aka The Duke From Moulin Rouge) and Ian Hart (aka John Lennon in every single movie calling for an actor to play him; also Quirrell in Harry Potter). Very strange movie. My dog liked it. Now the "making of" special is on, and it's pretty interesting, but I'm going to go to bed soon.
Also I hurt all over and have a really bad headache, but I am managing with the kind assistance of tea and tylenol... and more tea!
Why staying?
Well. It's like... I was gauging the basement stairway for my evil plot (evil plot = I have at least three subway-size posters, and was thinking they might look cool on the wall in the stairwell). I turn on the basement light and look down into my Lair (yes, from now on, the office will be known as The Lair). I see something large and buggy crawling around on the floor of My Lair, and I say, hey, bastard, get your own lair! It was a three-inch centipede. Now, you know I managed to make friends with the rather cute and polite millipedes that were hanging around my house like two years ago. This is not that kind of pede. Had I not known my location, I'd have thought it was a huge roach - but there aren't any of those in Ohio. So I walked down the stairs and took a closer look. Walked back up the stairs and told my mom that there is at least one large crawling thing in the basement (while, at the same time, being thrilled it wasn't a silverfish -- ick). End verdict: instead of moving-completely-in tomorrow, the house is going to be bug-bombed. Because ew. My conviction that I must be kind to living creatures sometimes falls down in the face of irrational fear and disgust. I stomped on a house-fly and sucked it up with a vacuum last night. I'm a bad person.
Anyway, we don't want our pets in the house when it's bug-bombed. So we're going to take care of that tomorrow, and then move in on Wednesday morning.
All this decorating... as soon as we figure out where the digital camera is, there will be pix.
Also my neighbor has a Love Spit Love poster in one of their upstairs rooms, so I think they might be interesting to meet!
Watched this weird Hound of the Baskervilles on PBS, starring Richard Roxburgh (aka The Duke From Moulin Rouge) and Ian Hart (aka John Lennon in every single movie calling for an actor to play him; also Quirrell in Harry Potter). Very strange movie. My dog liked it. Now the "making of" special is on, and it's pretty interesting, but I'm going to go to bed soon.
Also I hurt all over and have a really bad headache, but I am managing with the kind assistance of tea and tylenol... and more tea!
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Date: 2003-10-28 08:28 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2003-10-28 09:56 pm (UTC)i wanted to hate milipedes when they were invading my house by the dozens, but i started trapping them in jars and then taking them outside for a rescue. and then i started looking at them close up, and... they're actually really cute, and really POLITE to each other. When one wants to climb and another is in its way, one will defer to the other by tucking down its head and antennae and making a little bridge! they're almost cute, in a "gross bug" way.
however, centipedes are just... messengers of horror from a prehistoric time. or like jessica says in another post to this thread, "crawling eyebrows". i dunno what it is about them that bugs me so much, maybe it's that they're so FEELY with all those FEELERS they have, and they kinda... undulate... to get around. ew, now i'm just grossing myself out!
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Date: 2003-10-28 08:19 pm (UTC)Once they're on my bed I take that as a personal attack. It's like they're saying: "Ha-Ha! We've made it up the stairs, into your room, and into your bed! FOOL!" So then, I have to be all: "Yeah, whatever, I have a kleenex with your name on it! Sucka!" and they're all like: "Bring it!" and so I bring it. And then they're all like: "Damn. We lost".
Yeah. Centipedes are no good.
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Date: 2003-10-28 10:08 pm (UTC)also - THE PREHISTORIC HORROR OF A WALKING HAIRY EYEBROW. not even walking. they sort of twitch and undulate to get around. ick.
hold me, mommy. hold me.