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04 March 2005 @ 12:05 pm
Friday restlessness.  
That's it. That's the entirety of this post. Friday restlessness. Tell me what's on your restless mind today and when I get back from my wandering lunch I'll reply with what's on mine. :)
 
 
 
Kass: winter zen fenkassrachel on March 4th, 2005 08:08 pm (UTC)
Your icon is beautiful, but also has this hyper-real quality to it, like a Magritte painting. I half-expect to see something completely random in it, like umbrellas falling out of the sky.

I'm restless too. Fritter fritter fritter.
Anna S.: luminous_dancerseliade on March 4th, 2005 09:48 pm (UTC)
Your icon is beautiful, but also has this hyper-real quality to it, like a Magritte painting. I half-expect to see something completely random in it, like umbrellas falling out of the sky.

Isn't it cool? And I have no idea whatsoever where I got it. *g*

Fritter fritter fritter.

Apple fritters!

Let us now contemplate the llama.
(no subject) - trepkos on March 5th, 2005 12:56 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - emella on March 5th, 2005 01:25 am (UTC) (Expand)
Killa: alias will sydneykillabeez on March 4th, 2005 08:13 pm (UTC)
Cleaning off my hard drive so this weekend I can work on and maybe even finish (she thought positively) my Alias vid for Club Vivid. Watching status bars. Boooored!
Anna S.: kandinskyeliade on March 4th, 2005 09:49 pm (UTC)
Cleaning off my hard drive so this weekend I can work on and maybe even finish (she thought positively) my Alias vid for Club Vivid.

Yay!

Watching status bars.

What is a status bar when it's at home? And does it have any nutritive value?

Boooored!

Khaaaaaaaaan!
witlingwitling on March 4th, 2005 08:16 pm (UTC)
Impotent rage. My boss crapped out yet again today, called in sick, bequeathing her late-afternoon desk hours to whoever can pick them up. My lame-ass co-worker dithered and wibbled and I've ended up with a shift from 4-5, where before I had none.

Impotent. Rage.
Anna S.: spikeeliade on March 4th, 2005 09:50 pm (UTC)
Bummer. :( Are desk hours like office hours where you just have to be around and play admin to baffled students? I would put my body between you and the great unwashed masses. And I'd take a bullet for you. Or at least any stray jellybeans they might lob your way.
(no subject) - witling on March 4th, 2005 10:22 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Trepkostrepkos on March 4th, 2005 08:23 pm (UTC)
My restless mind wants a cup of tea, but my body is too lazy to go downstairs and make one.

Also, as usual, any unused bit of it are on Spike.
Anna S.: spikeeliade on March 4th, 2005 09:52 pm (UTC)
Also, as usual, any unused bit of it are on Spike.

If my brain is visualized as a big, wintry tree, then Spike would be all these little stray feathery tufts caught in its branches, clinging to it. I don't know, precisely. Possibly he exploded.
(no subject) - trepkos on March 4th, 2005 10:12 pm (UTC) (Expand)
LadyCatladycat777 on March 4th, 2005 08:32 pm (UTC)
Someone is burning something in the toaster. I think it might be a sub of some kind.

Also, I want soda so badly I'm ready to go up and just buy a damned bottle from the machine upstairs. Except that means money spending and sugar drinking so arg.

I want an icon like yours. It's pretty.
Anna S.: cat_chickeneliade on March 4th, 2005 09:53 pm (UTC)
Someone is burning something in the toaster. I think it might be a sub of some kind.

Don't go poke at it, because under that charred and smoking surface is a squiggling alien lifeform waiting to burst out.

I want an icon like yours. It's pretty.

Yours is pretty! So red! *squeeze*

(no subject) - cherokeelovebat on March 4th, 2005 10:30 pm (UTC) (Expand)
This Space Intentionally Left Blankbarkley on March 4th, 2005 08:35 pm (UTC)
I'm staring at my soda can and wondering if this will be the can -- if this will be the one that will finally break through and give me my first cavity.

Anna S.: tropical_treeseliade on March 4th, 2005 09:54 pm (UTC)
You've never had a cavity? Man. Here, have one of mine. /lobs tooth and runs
torchflambeau on March 4th, 2005 08:37 pm (UTC)
I'm trying to find out if there's an episode of House where no one has a seizure. My shoulders are a bit sore from weightlifting and push-ups. I have a craving for chocolate and I don't at all want to have a nice healthy pear instead.
Anna S.: gileseliade on March 4th, 2005 09:55 pm (UTC)
You're doing push-ups? Go, you!

I have a craving for chocolate and I don't at all want to have a nice healthy pear instead.

God, I know what you mean. Can you have a chocolate-covered pear? But no. Everything will just go all pear-shaped, won't it.
(no subject) - flambeau on March 13th, 2005 07:47 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Destina: chevrondestina on March 4th, 2005 08:39 pm (UTC)
My restless mind is preoccupied with how much my writing sucks lately, how unbelievably stressed I am about my job, how tired I am, how envious of and yet in love I am with Naomi's writing (and how fast she does it, damn her!), and oh, yes. The fact that I have no chocolate, and I need chocolate right now. *g*
Anna S.: jack-oneilleliade on March 4th, 2005 09:56 pm (UTC)
My restless mind is preoccupied with how much my writing sucks lately, how unbelievably stressed I am about my job, how tired I am,

I nuzzle you in empathy.

and oh, yes. The fact that I have no chocolate, and I need chocolate right now. *g*

Here, catch this cookie. *hurls chocolate cookie over the fence*
Ellen Fremedonellen_fremedon on March 4th, 2005 08:39 pm (UTC)
I'm checking my email every 30 seconds, wondering whether anyone will come through with a ride to curling league tonight, and half hoping no one does so that I could go home early and work on an essay I need to work on, but knowing that I'd just end up wasting the whole evening if I don't curl.
Anna S.: seattleeliade on March 4th, 2005 09:58 pm (UTC)
I actually watched, um, let's see...maybe 87 seconds of curling the other day? It confuses me. Is this because I'm American? *g*
(no subject) - karendreamer on March 4th, 2005 10:00 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - ellen_fremedon on March 4th, 2005 10:10 pm (UTC) (Expand)
inapickle on March 4th, 2005 08:47 pm (UTC)
I want my two dollars!
But that's about it.
Anna S.: muldereliade on March 4th, 2005 09:58 pm (UTC)
Re: I want my two dollars!
What do I get for two dollars? Will you sit on my lap? Will you flash a tassle? Hmm?
Re: I want my two dollars! - inapickle on March 4th, 2005 10:03 pm (UTC) (Expand)
The Spikespike21 on March 4th, 2005 08:57 pm (UTC)
21 things on my restless mind:
1. Did I really think I could stay offline for a week?
2. What is *wrong* with people???
3. I don't wanna play no more, can someone stop the ride please?
4. what's that on my shirt? Is it edible?
5. What do those numbers mean from Lost? Who has the energy to look that stuff up?
6. Hmm. return the cd and pay the fine? return the cd but don't pay the fine? Pay the fine and keep the cd? keep the cd and don't pay the fine and then forget about it for another 6 months?
7. how many little things must be wrong with me before I am allowed to call the doctor?
8. is there any chocolate anywhere in the house?
9. what *now*???
10. It's a bad sign when you keep putting off making a list of the things you need to do. Should get to that. After I make this list of 10...14... 21 things on my restless mind.
11. Happy face cookies that are made from shortbread and iced with that thick, crunchy white icing and chocolate facial features are worth living for.
12. numb hand numb hand.
13. Why can't people just accept that human touch is healing without needing to add in little healing elves and purple chakras?
14. The Lama song -- even funnier when it's the Lana song.
15. But *why* is the fic gone...?
16. (dial tone)
17. The world doesn't need a cell-phone video festival.
18. my goodness you have to jump through a lot of hoops to get a fake astrology reading online.
19. this is a very fun way to procrastinate
20. art=poetry. Words are just distractions.
21. It's all about the structural relationships.
Anna S.: buffy_mooneliade on March 4th, 2005 09:59 pm (UTC)
This is the best restless-Friday list ever. *g*

4. what's that on my shirt? Is it edible?

15. But *why* is the fic gone...?

16. (dial tone)

Hee. *loves you*
Anne Blueslashbluegreen on March 4th, 2005 09:02 pm (UTC)
spending hours on the monthly newsletter of an NGO group I have to send out as email, pdf and html page. this was once a two pager with links to relevant online articles and a short editorial. Over the years it grew and grew and now it prints out as nine pages. As usual it arrived Friday afternoon as a weirdly formatted word doc, neither spellchecked nor edited, sporting broken links and announcing meeting months earlier or weeks too late. Everyone had already left the building and I had still to go through last month backlog of bounced mail. And get that pamphlet into some kind of shape. How I curse the day when my office volunteer for it. Left work around 18.00, dark and freezing cold outside. Bought too many things to eat. Ate too much pop-corn. Am laying in bed with a belly-ache. Am probably still grumpy, I hate it when my weekend starts like this.
Anna S.: spike_goldeliade on March 4th, 2005 10:04 pm (UTC)
Left work around 18.00, dark and freezing cold outside. Bought too many things to eat. Ate too much pop-corn. Am laying in bed with a belly-ache. Am probably still grumpy, I hate it when my weekend starts like this.

Once the belly ache wears off though, you can eat more popcorn, and the weekend will get better! (I hope!) *hug*

julia_herejulia_here on March 4th, 2005 09:17 pm (UTC)
Wanting to be able to tell the world in the same flat hard tone of voice I use when my teenagers squabble: "Don't you know just how boring you're being?"

Feeing obligated to create words; wanting to make photos, itching to paint in oils, needing to carve wood or work clay. Actually, doing laundry and planning what to cook with leftover roast chicken.

Considering the number of second-hand stores and antique shops between the Gravelly Lake Drive exit and the University Place Trader Joes.

Nagging teenage daughter at forty minute intervalls to work on her paper comparing and contrasting Booker T. Washington and W.E.B. Dubois.

Julia, drifting
Anna S.: puppyeliade on March 4th, 2005 10:05 pm (UTC)
Wanting to be able to tell the world in the same flat hard tone of voice I use when my teenagers squabble: "Don't you know just how boring you're being?"

Oh yeahhhhh, I know that feeling.

Julia, drifting

I catch you in my butterfly net. Struggle, struggle, I will not free you!
SEFsef1029 on March 4th, 2005 09:24 pm (UTC)
Pondering just how little annual income I could live on for the rest of my life if it meant I could quit work now.
Anna S.eliade on March 4th, 2005 10:05 pm (UTC)
Pondering just how little annual income I could live on for the rest of my life if it meant I could quit work now.

Factor in the additional cost if I could join you there.
(no subject) - trepkos on March 5th, 2005 01:00 am (UTC) (Expand)
in search of a clever byline: Ferris10zlaine on March 4th, 2005 09:24 pm (UTC)
How is it that I'm now half-way through spring break, and I've managed to leave the house only about five times? (one of those was to step out on the deck five feet to yell at the dog to "shut the hell up and get back in here") And, oddly, feel little guilt.

How is it that despite the week off, I've done nothing but surf the net and read, when I swore I'd get the house together and clean my office, etc?

Anticipation at helping rusty_halo procure Nine Inch Nails concert tickets at 5pm, which will most likely be unfruitful because of dial-up/luck.

Why is it that I'm starving and haven't eaten all day merely because I can't be bothered to get off my ass and forage for something, anything, in the kitchen?
Anna S.eliade on March 4th, 2005 10:06 pm (UTC)
How is it that I'm now half-way through spring break, and I've managed to leave the house only about five times? (one of those was to step out on the deck five feet to yell at the dog to "shut the hell up and get back in here") And, oddly, feel little guilt.

Have you passed any single day *entirely* without going outside? Because if it's 7:00 in the evening and you suddenly realize the latch is still on the door--they maybe it's time for a walk. (This of course has *never* happened to me.) ;)
(no subject) - 10zlaine on March 4th, 2005 11:22 pm (UTC) (Expand)