mellicious: pink manicure (vote)
2006-11-04 12:13 am
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Muffled

There was a whole big line of motorcycles in front of the IHOP this morning. It was sort of funny. My muffler seems to be going out in my car, and it sounds strangely like I'm driving a sportscar, but nobody's going to notice that as long as all these bikes are in town. They really make a racket. We live a good 1000 feet or so back from the Seawall, but I still can hear them out there, every time one of them revs an engine.

I told somebody I was going to "earlyvote" today - I don't know when that became one word in my head. I think the flipped word order comes from talking about "early voting" all the time, but it's still kind of an odd usage. Anyway, we have a new courthouse in Galveston, and I had to go figure out where we go for early voting now. It wasn't too hard, although if somebody hadn't told me it was on the 2nd floor I would've been asking the guards, because there was not much in the way of signage.

Guard (in reply to something I didn't hear): "I don't get involved in that. I'm just here for guns, knives and bombs."

It was also the first time I've used the electronic voting machines - eSlate, I think they were called. Dumb name. They were, uh, not exactly intuitive. I don't know, are everybody's machines the same or do different states have different ones? These, you have to sort of spin this wheel thing, and they look like touchscreens but they're not, and it was all rather confusing. They're not actually that hard to use once you get the hang of them, but it took me a while and I'm usually pretty decent with figuring out computerized things.

(I will probably write something about who I voted for later. But not now; I'm beat.)
mellicious: pink manicure (Firefly - umbrella)
2006-11-03 12:01 am
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Bikers & quilts & schedules, o my

It was actually chilly outside today. It was around 80 a couple of days ago, but it's somewhere in the 50s today, which means I actually wore a coat this morning. In Galveston, this is a big deal, the first coat day of the season. (Some years it comes considerably later than this.)

Galveston is due to be invaded by some 300,000 bikers this weekend - it's something called the Lone Star Rally and it's been going on in Galveston for several years now and seems to be growing exponentially. Coincidentally, I am going to be out of town a good chunk of the weekend, which seems fairly fortunate. I have no problem with bikers but any of those times when there's an extra quarter of a million people on the island tend to get a little crazy.

I am going up to Houston for the International Quilt Festival, which I do every year, but this year for the first time I am spending the night. A couple of years ago they built a Hilton adjoining the convention center, and the temptation to book someplace to be able to go and collapse was just too much.

I know most non-quilters seem to have trouble even imagining what a quilt festival is like, but let me assure you, a lot of you artier types would like it a lot. They have literally thousands of quilts on display - both traditional and art quilts, and even a certain amount of clothing and dolls and so forth. Then there are the vendors, which go on for 20 aisles or so. They sell fabric, yes - but also antique quilts and all sort of sewing stuff and beads and gifts and well, you name it. If they think it will appeal to women - because a good 95% of the attendees are women, I would say - then somebody will be selling it. There are also classes and lectures and things that go on all week, and which usually fill up way, way early. I have never bothered with those.

So it's huge and really tiring, and I have developed this habit of taking hundreds of pictures to post online, so spending the night and going for two days sounded like a good plan. Last year I spent a whole day taking pictures and never even really looked at the vendors at all - I didn't really need to buy anything, god knows, but still I felt like I missed an awful lot. So - two days. Expensive (well, sort-of-expensive) hotel room. Camera and lots and lots of batteries. I'll get to test the limits of my memory card at last - maybe. (I have a really big memory card. That might be another one of those things I couldn't really afford. As is the camera itself, probably!)


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We are going to start having the option to do "compressed schedules" at work - things like working 4 10-hour days every other week and having a day off. No way I am doing 10-hour days - it doesn't make any sense for my job really, anyway - but my boss & I discussed a modified one where I would have a half-day off every week, which would be nice. I'm trying to decide if I could manage to get to work at 7:30 - then I could work 9 hours and still get off at 5:30, which wouldn't be bad. (I could also theoretically switch to 30-minute lunches, would be another option.) All that is still up in the air, though. We're not even implementing it till at least after Thanksgiving, it sounds like, anyway.

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I mentioned Holidailies yesterday - it makes me a little sad to look at that website. There's nothing sad about Holidailies, you understand, it's my entries there's a problem with. I'm up towards the top of the list of participants because I actually did update every day - but all those entries are gone. They were on Diary-X, and Diary-X blew up, for those of you who don't already know the sad, sad story. There was some sort of incident with a crash and bad backups, and everything that was there is just gone, gone, gone. (I may have drafts of some of those entries. To be quite honest, I haven't really checked. But I know that I would tinker with my entries after I put them up and I never would bother to save them again. So there's definitely no record of exactly what I had up over there. I even tried to look in the Internet Archives - whatever they're called - and nada.) I guess I should have learned from that. Do I have good copies of what I've written on Livejournal? Heck no.[personal profile] columbinahas an echo of his entries on his personal website, and I really should do something like that, but the odds that I will are pretty damn low.

 
mellicious: pink manicure (Xmas light gif)
2006-05-25 04:42 pm

Old news

Shelly Sikes disappeared twenty years ago today, after finishing up a shift at Gaido's Restaurant in Galveston. The next week, I started working at Gaido's. I met my husband there. Oh my god, I can't believe it's been twenty years.


Added: the link above doesn't work, but here's some that do: Houston Chronicle, The Charley Project
mellicious: pink manicure (me - age 4)
2006-05-24 01:51 pm
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Up and down

I know I talk about the elevators an awful lot, but when you go up and down them 10 times a day, they're a big part of your life. Currently at least two of the five elevators in this building aren't working. There are others in the other buildings that we could use, because the buildings all interconnect, but still, it's a pain. And apparently they don't expect to have them working any time soon; they have now put signs on them that say "The Otis Company has removed this elevator from service" - or something to that effect. I think that means major repairs, don't you? And even the ones that are working are very... well, eccentric, that might be a good word for it. At least, that's a more polite word than some of the ones I could think of.

I don't know exactly how old these elevators are, but I'm pretty sure that when I was hospitalized here in 1972, I remember riding up and down these same elevators. They looked new, then, as I recall.  When you're 12 and you're from a small town where there aren't many buildings big enough to merit elevators, these things make an impression on you. Plus, I was in the hospital for 10 days (for open heart surgery) and for quite a number of those days I felt well enough to run around, as much as they'd let me - I'm pretty sure I went up and down the elevators with some other kids just for fun, at least a couple of times. Hey, it was better than lying around in the room.

Sort of related to that - because something reminded me of this the other day - I'm pretty sure that in 1972, the cafeteria was in the basement. This mostly merits comment because nowadays nobody who doesn't work there goes down there. I have been working here for 10 years - actually 11, now - and I have never once in that time been in the basement. I think there's some maintenance offices or something like that down there, but mostly people don't even know there IS a basement. (And the elevators don't go down there, either. Hmm.) But at the time, the building I work in was the main part of the hospital, and I know the lobby was where the cafeteria is now, so the cafeteria had to have been someplace else. (Fairly soon after that, they built a new hospital building in front of this one, and this one is mostly offices, and some clinical spaces like rehab.)


We always get a pay stub e-mailed to us on Wednesday, even though we don't get paid til Friday. It's nice knowing how much your paycheck is going to be, of course, but what's funny about it is how happy it makes me to get that e-mail every two weeks. And I don't think it's really knowing how much the paycheck is that gets that reaction. I think it's more like, "Ooh, they're actually going to pay me!"
mellicious: pink manicure (Default)
2006-05-15 08:23 am
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It's about 65 degrees here this morning. This is not normal Texas-in-May weather. By May we don't normally see anything under 70, even at night. We had crazy weather blow through here yesterday, though, and apparently that was the usual mess that gets pushed ahead of a cold front - the second one this week! Like I said, very unusual for us this time of year.

The good news is that the cold fronts seem to have blown all that pollen away, or something - my sinuses have subsided to sort of a dull roar, anyway, which is more or less their default state.


I hope everybody in the Boston area is okay - I have heard rather alarming things from a couple of people, and it's bad enough that it even made the news here, an awfully long way away.


This was a rather tiring weekend. Saturday I did docent duty at the Historical Home Tour, which is an annual thing they have in Galveston. Somehow - I have no idea how - I had managed to evade getting talked into doing this before. But it was sort of fun. I met groups at the top of the stairs of this particular house and showed them a quilt hanging in the hall and took them through a sitting room and a bedroom, and told them some family history and then about the cool furniture in the rooms - and managed to get the phrase "burled-walnut half-teester" out of my mouth a dozen times or so without tripping over it, amazingly - and then handed them on to the next docent. (I did way more than a dozen rounds of my little tour,* but I kept forgetting to say that part, darnit. Because when I forgot, a lot of people never looked up at the top of the bed, and the half-canopy thing is pretty cool.)

Then after I got home I played marathon Guild Wars with Col, because, you know, he's gonna be gone a few days, and we had to make up for the lost time in advance! And Rob & I went to the grocery store in there somewhere, too. (Lemme tell you, Wal-Mart on Saturday afternoon is an experience in itself.)

Then yesterday I went over to Mom's, which is always tiring these days, I'm afraid. I don't know why I've started finding her so hard to deal with all of a sudden - this really didn't hit me until a month or two ago. She's just, well, flaky. Very, very flaky. It's exhausting, and also scary, because I'm afraid it's just going to get worse. If she didn't have the brain tumor I would think she was getting Alzheimer's, because that's what it's like, you know? Like the very early stages of Alzheimer's, where the person just forgets random things and is sort of vaguely out of it, and you can't quite pin it down. We went through that with my grandmother, so that's the first thing I think of.

Oh, also - Mom calls me this morning and puts Art on the phone, and we have a conversation that goes sorta like this:

Art: The computer won't turn on.
Me: Well, have you checked the power cords and things?
Art: Yeah, all the lights are coming on and everything. (Pause.) But it's not actually the computer, it's the screen. The computer's coming on fine.
Me: Oh. Well, have you tried turning it off and turning it on again?
Art: Yeah, we did that.
Me: Well.... (trying to think of something else to do)
Art: Oh, wait, you mean there's a button on the screen itself?

Now, in their defense, their monitor puts itself to sleep when they turn the computer off, so they don't normally have to touch it. But still, aargh. I think I was very polite for getting hit with something like that at 8:15 in the morning, on the whole.



*Little tour = tourlet? Ugh, maybe not.
mellicious: pink manicure (GW - black)
2006-05-09 10:09 am
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I am still grouchy. I am getting very tired of feeling crappy about 50% of the time, to the point that I am tempted to try to set up a doctor's appointment - but I'm 99% sure this is allergy/sinus crap so there's probably not much they can do. Besides, I'm sort of leery of the whole ENT department since the last ENT doctor I had is now under investigation (or she still was the last time I saw her on CNN, anyway) for (allegedly) euthanizing people in New Orleans during Katrina. That just makes you a little jumpy, you know?

(Cut for more whining and some GuildWars)

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We went to an open house Saturday at the most gorgeous house - if I had $400,000 to spare I would totally buy it. It was an older couple that Rob knows from running, and they have apparently spent the last 25 years remodeling it, and now they are moving to Guadalajara to retire. I forgot to ask how old the house was - at a guess I'd say it was built in the 1890s. It had to have been pre-1900 because they had a picture of it being jacked up when they raised the island after the storm. Among other things, it had stencilling in nearly every room, and the kind of library I've always dreamed about - a whole room lined with shelves, with one of those library ladders on rails that you can move around to reach the top. They had some really great artwork, too. Besides getting to see the house, some friends of ours turned up and we had a nice time talking to them, too. So see, a social life is not such a bad thing after all.
mellicious: pink manicure (baseball - Kissimmee)
2006-03-16 11:07 am
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Big excitement

Ooh, I have 101 icons, and room for more! I just got up to 100 for the first time last week, so the extra ones are very timely. And I renewed my paid account this morning, whereupon I got two more! (You get one for every 3 months, right? So I guess that's the two for the extra six months I just paid for.) I am very attached to my icons, for some reason. I was having a terribly hard time deciding what to delete. There were a few obvious candidates (like the seasonal ones, which I can just upload again next year, after all) but after that I was sort of stymied. I also changed my style while I was at it, which most of you will not notice.

(Is the presence of a baseball-player silhouette enough of a clue for non-baseball people to figure out what the Kissimmee icon is about? It's not that I am promoting Florida in general, it's just a spring training thing. Kissimmee is where the Astros are right now.)

I just got spam allegedly from the IRS, saying I had gotten a tax refund, and just click on this link to re-submit so that I can get my money. Are there really people stupid enough to fall for this? There probably are, and that's pretty sad.

I left my flash drive at home, and I may have to go home at lunch and get it, partly just because it's worrying me. That thing's so tiny I always worry that I will lose it. (I have a habit of popping it off of the keychain when I'm using it so the keys won't be in the way, and I should probably stop doing that.) Also I was going to download the new (that is, new-new, as opposed to the new version from a couple of weeks ago) version of Dofus which came out yesterday, because I was unsuccessful at getting it to download at home last night. It would get to about 15% and stop, every time.

It's spring break here, which means horrid traffic. The weather hasn't really been all that great, so you would think people would give up and go home, but noooo. Stupid teenagers. (Disclaimer: any teenagers reading this, of course I don't mean you. After all, if you were in Galveston clogging up traffic, you probably wouldn't be reading this!) The weather keeps changing, which means I have been sickly all week, in a minor way. But I would rather be sickly and have the cooler weather. It's too early for it to get hot.
mellicious: pink manicure (lotus)
2005-06-07 08:31 pm
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61st Street Pier, 7 am


61st Street Pier, 7 am
Originally uploaded by Mellicious.

I took this on the way out of Galveston Saturday morning.

mellicious: pink manicure (nautilus)
2005-05-19 11:41 pm

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Once again, it's bedtime and I'm writing an entry. The only reason it isn't past bedtime is that I don't have to go to work tomorrow, so I can stay up a bit later. I'm getting my car worked on instead, oh joy. (Mostly routine stuff: inspection, oil change. But I'm going up to the dealer in Houston so that they can tinker some of their past work, which is still under warranty. Thus the need for a whole day off.)

I was talking to somebody the other day about how Galveston was still sort of seedy, but not necessarily in a bad way. (It was because of Columbine's Pensacolas Past entry.) I don't think it's in any real danger of losing that quality any time soon, but there are two large demolition jobs going on on the Seawall, and both of them make me sort of sad. One is the old convention center, which was ugly and unused, and I'll mostly be glad it's gone, except that it's where my uncle Ted (who's now dead) graduated from medical school back in the 60s. I was 6 or 7 and that graduation was one of the first things like that that I was allowed to go to. I remember feeling very grown up. I think UTMB has their graduation ceremonies on campus these days.

The second one was an old, very very seedy motel that had become a haven for prostitutes and drug-users, and so I probably shouldn't be too sad about it either, in a way, but on the other hand it was a very cool-looking hotel in its time - all retro-late-50s curves. (I can't even think what the name of it was - seahorse? sandpiper? some kind of beachy name like that - jesus, my memory is so terrible sometimes.) It even had a double-decker round bar. And I'm sure both of those places are going to be replaced with some sort of chain motel, or maybe a restaurant. Yeah, we need more of those.
mellicious: pink manicure (spring flowers)
2005-05-15 10:58 pm

Miscellaneous

We are still having fabulous, not-terribly-hot weather, although it has finally gotten warm enough that I am aware that my air-conditioner in the car still isn't working quite right. Luckily, it's under warranty and I'm already taking it in to the dealer Friday anyway (for inspection and oil change and so forth) so they can look at it then.

We had a jet that kept flying low over our house today, for no apparent reason. Rob, who usually knows such things, thought it was a MiG. There is an aircraft museum not far from us and they hold periodic airshow-type things on the weekends, so presumably that's where it came from - although usually they have things like B-17s rather than jets.

We went to see Kingdom of Heaven today, and I enjoyed it. Orlando Bloom actually seems like a grown-up in this movie, for the first time I can remember.

If you're interested in seeing all my zillion quilt pictures (ok, actually 49 of them, so far) that I've uploaded to flickr, they're here. And I don't know why I never remember to make livejournal posts except right at bedtime, but it is Sunday night, unfortunately, and I need to go to bed at a decent hour, so good night!
mellicious: pink manicure (nautilus)
2005-03-22 10:58 pm

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It was so gorgeous outside today. Of course, that's a mixed blessing this time of year, since the Seawall was packed with tourists and it took me a lot longer to get home than it would otherwise, but it was so beautiful I can't say I really cared. I always wonder about the people who come to Galveston to go swimming this time of year, though, because the water is not warm. In fact, it's about 60, which I know from past experience feels awfully fucking cold. But that doesn't stop them, because it's spring and they want to swim, dammit. (What I never understand is why nobody wants to swim in the fall, when it's uniformly gorgeous and hot and the water is warm too, and there's no tourists anywhere. It's something of a mystery to me.)

I might have been so happy to be out with the warm weather and the tourists because I was happy to be away from work. We got busy this afternoon and I got really stressed. I don't even really know why, because it was busy but it wasn't that awful. I think I'm spoiled; I'm just not used to having to work under time pressure these days.

One nice thing - I get to sleep an extra hour or so in the morning, because Rob is going to the oral surgeon to have a couple of teeth out and I have to take him since he's having general anesthesia. (The teeth both have old root canals that are messed up because our old dentist was a quack, and our "new" - non-quack - dentist said since they're way in the back it was probably better just to pull them.) It's only supposed to take about half an hour, and I'm supposed to go to work after I bring him home; I hope he seems okay or I'm going to be afraid to leave him alone.
mellicious: pink manicure (Potter - sit down)
2004-11-18 07:03 pm
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I am not sleeping well. I don't know what the deal is, but it sucks. I can't go to sleep until late and then I wake up really early - like 4:30, 5am kind of early. So I go around at work all day a zombie, and then repeat again the next night. I keep taking naps after work, but tonight I'm trying NOT taking a nap and going to bed early instead. We'll see.


This morning I noticed this painted on the wall of a local dive bar:

"Where the elite meet in their bare feet"


For some reason that cracked me up