Mouse Musings

It's snowing!!!!

And I prayed really, really hard last night for lotsa white stuff, even though it was looking like we would only get an inch or so amidst lotsa freezing rain (a lot less fun) - now it's looking like it'll snow for hours! WHEEE!

*does Snoopy dance and departs to play*

Tonight, I had the great privilege to attend the Church of Bono. I must confess that I had known almost nothing about this great sage of our era, but fortunately my pastors attended a conference at Willow Creek where Bono was permitted (via video interview, intercut with concert clips) to address American Christendom on the subject of helping the poor. I was deeply impressed. I also began to understand why certain of my friends are so deeply interested in attending the Church of Bono.

But I still don't know anything about U2.

So, I'd like to ask my friends to give one or two of their recommendations for the hymnal of the Church of Bono. (I know some of you, at least, will not be able to stop there. That's okay. Just shoot for it so that I have some chance of getting around to all the songs by the end of the week and without going broke on iTunes.) The idea being the really spiritually moving songs, if that helps narrow it any at all. I intend to go shopping before the end of the week...

For those curious: still sick. Running a fever. Going to the doctor. Not coming online again any time soon, probably (which is why I feel compelled to post in my LJ). Bleagh.

And know what? That subject line? Forget it. However conventionally true it is, it doesn't feel true. Enter Arthur: "You lie!"

OH.
MY.
WORD.

Such excitement at our house! My parents and I were eating dinner, and the doorbell rings - and there's this boy (age thirteen, could about pass for ten) there. Dad goes out to find out what he wants and comes in a few minutes later, asking Mom to go outside with the kid while he calls 911. The boy, it seems, had been kidnapped and then dumped up the street.

After Dad finished the call, Mom ushered the boy inside to the warm safety of the kitchen. He didn't take any food or drink and answered as briefly as possible; he went to that school (the middle school nearest my sisters' high school, if those who would know what it is are curious), his older sister goes to that high school, he got snatched by a stranger who threatened to kill him if he ever sees him again, he didn't know where he was... small talk about family, etc. But it was awkward, and Mom and I cleared the table as Dad tried to coax the boy into conversation. Despite Dad's knack for that sort of thing, conversation dwindled and finally the TV was set to Cartoon Network while we waited for the police. I went upstairs to try to shoot off an email; the police arrived just as I sent it, and I had to haul the dog upstairs so she wouldn't bite the nice police officers.

Nosy snoop that I am, I turned out my bedroom light (poor dog wasn't terribly pleased about that) to get a better view of the three cop cars lined up outside our house. Now, cloistered in my room I found out less than my parents, but it suited me not to have to talk to strangers. Forty minutes later, the house is clear (although two cars are still outside) and downstairs I come, wildly speculating.

Apparently, the cops were late because they tried the old roadblocked route which maps don't recognize as roadblocked - reassuring! Even MapQuest has figured out that one by now. Also, apparently the kid has been picked up by these cops before, so his story is suspect. Further details I don't know.

Now I'm going to post this for the benefit of wildly curious friends, and hope that my darkest suspicion (that the kid was a plant scoping out our house) proves unfounded. At least we have the Paranoid Puppy on guard!

Two nights ago, I had a dream. I meant to get on and record it immediately, because it concerns at least one person on my friends list; Life intervened. But for your pleasure, a slice of my life, presented two days after the fact.

I woke to find myself stretched out on the production table at work, trying to catch a few winks with some padded-up clothes and a spare blanket. The production table is an unforgiving chunk of cold, rickety metal around which my life revolves. Still, I've found worse places to sleep on college trips. But the video I'd been watching just before I fell asleep must have been on my mind, because I was thinking about all the stupid stuff actors must get asked on a regular basis. So I called up Gary Oldman's FAQ hotline, thinking what a great thing it was for an actor to have something like this, only something got switched and I got the actor himself there. At least, that's what I thought until I realized it was another actor entirely, and there was absolutely no question who I had to call. Because this was our beloved Tenth Doctor, David Tennant, and as soon as I'd called the friend in question I was treated to a snogfest between the two. (And now I also knew why I thought I'd talked to Gary Oldman; it had been Sirius Black himself, combined with the Doctor, all for this friend's pleasure.) Then she had the temerity to be angry with me for jeopardizing the relationship she's been building with - is it an official boyfriend yet? I don't know. But hey, after work and keeping up with my fan stuff, I don't have as much time as I'd like to keep up with friends. Anyway, then I woke up.

Considering that I've seen her in the flesh only twice, the visual on this friend was really strong, too.

I know she probably would prefer to be having this dream herself, but I thought she (and those who know who she is) would appreciate the joke. :) And when I saw Slash on a commercial last night, well, it was a dead giveaway. If it hadn't been for her, I'd've been sitting there wondering why a weird guy in a top hat was on my TV set hawking speakers. So, in conclusion: QUIT STALKING ME.

Thank you.

For those wondering why I post so many quizzes and so little else, it's because I usually chat with everyone who reads my LJ and don't have much else to say, and because I keep reading interesting quizzes in other people's LJs. So:

( Which D&D character am I, then? )

My deepest apologies to all my friends I've been missing. I'm about ready to slaughter TimeWarner, the entity responsible for my cruddy 'net reliabilty and my mediocre cable service. Now that I've figured out pretty much for certain that it's TimeWarner's fault, I've taken to alternating between laughing hysterically at every RoadRunner commercial hyping its "reliability" and feeling like crying hysterically because I cannot get on and chat with my friends like I want to.

I think I've detected a pattern: it's at its worst during primetime, popular hours. Both the Internet and the cable, which leads me to wonder if both are affected if TimeWarner has insufficient bandwidth for its customers. Basically, I'm angry and frustrated and if anyone wants to email me to make me feel better (email I can occasionally check at work, where the net remains reliable), it would be appreciated. [/shameless begging]

Everything else is great. I'm feeling healthy again, work is less than horrifically overwhelming, and my sis is home from college. :) Life is good... if I could chat again!

So, today I went to go see the doctor about that annoying cough that's been lingering for the past several weeks. Guess what it is. Betcha can't. Not like I've already said or anything.

Blame the loopiness on the drugs. Sure, I've only actually taken the antibiotic and some Robitussin, but turns out Vicodin makes a cough medicine I'll be taking at night and then there's the inhaler that the pharmacy has to order in tomorrow. Joy!

At least I'm finally convinced that I can take off from work with dignity. The trouble with being a lazybones is a perpetual feeling of guilt when resting. I can lie in bed and nurse my aching ribs and live on chicken soup, OJ and Earl Grey. And I get all the sympathy I want! Hmm. There could be worse things.