Put the light fixture in storage; got casters

The caster are the wrong size. I'll have to go get more.

Also, visited the Borders in the mall and found a copy of 12 Angry Men for CC. After I got it home, I realized that it was still encased in a plastic exoskeleton. It seemed easier to cut it loose than take it back for professional extraction. Discovering that the clerk who didn't remove the anti-theft device also didn't key in the right SKU, such that the receipt is apparently for "Little Lessons of Love," whatever the hell that is, clinched the decision. The amateur cutting-loose process was, sadly, detrimental to the packaging. So CC will be getting a copy of 12 Angry Men that gives every evidence of having been stolen, but wasn't.
*sigh*


Bedtime reading: The Lightning Thief, Rick Riordan

Got all the random crap off the floor

In other news today, bad earthquake off Japan, with tsunami.


Today's earrings: mice, pumpkin coaches

Bedtime reading: The Lightning Thief, Rick Riordan

Collected dry cleaning; emptied dishwasher

So that's two things, really.

In other news, a teenager jumped off the Golden Gate Bridge today and walked away. The surfers who fished him out gave him a good tongue-lashing, though.


Today's earrings: scarabs

Bedtime reading: The Lightning Thief, Rick Riordan

Dropped off dry cleaning

Today's earrings: monkeys, wrenches

Bedtime reading: The Light Fantastic, Terry Pratchett

Supernatural speculation

I keep meaning to write this down, but I've really got nowhere else to post it:

I think at the end of this season we find out that Heaven is really the Matrix, but powered by human souls instead of human bodies. "The power of heaven" is generated by the souls of all those dead people, eternally alone in their perfect little worlds. (And that's why the dead are kept isolated in Heaven. So the ones like Ash don't get together and maybe decide to put all that power to other uses.) Lucifer's power, and the powers we've seen from the demons over the seasons, comes from the radiant energy of the souls who've sold themselves into Hell. That's why Balthazar bought that kid's soul: he was trying to build himself a captive energy base so he could take himself off the Heaven grid.

I'm not 100% sure about Purgatory, but I think it's where third-case souls go. People whose souls aren't clean enough for heaven to take, but on whom Hell doesn't have a colorable claim. People like Mary Winchester, who contracted with a demon, but didn't actually sell her soul. Or John Winchester, who sold his soul, but climbed back out of the pit. Also angry spirits, who refused to be conducted to Heaven by the Reapers, but weren't contracted to Hell. The Mother of Monsters has been using the scant soul-power at her disposal to make - you guessed it - monsters. The monsters go around turning humans into more monsters (vampires, skinwalkers, etc.) whose souls eventually end up in Purgatory. Now that the Pseudopocalypse has been and gone, and neither Heaven nor Hell won, the Mother of Monsters is making a bid to take control of Earth, so she can divert all souls to Purgatory and have everything her own way from here on out.

It's a theory.


Today's earrings: flies, trout

Bedtime reading: The Light Fantastic, Terry Pratchett

For Lent

My current plan is to clean, tidy, find a permanent place for, get, replace, or otherwise deal with one task a day. The to-do list includes getting a lamp shade and a mouse pad, doing my taxes, getting the rugs cleaned, picking a shelf on which to stow the fry pans and stowing them, clearing out the excess wire hangers, shifting the tchotchkes off the windowsill... If I run out of ideas, I'll start re-cataloging the library.

Today's earrings: frogs, trees

Bedtime reading: The Light Fantastic, Terry Pratchett

Down memory lane

French toast brunch at M's.

Back to my alma mater, and OMG BUILDINGS. THEY HAVE BUILT SO MANY BUILDINGS.
Like, they've put a new bookstore in the bookstore parking lot. The bookstore is now admin stuff, and bookstore parking is down in the Hahn lot. The Wells Fargo ATM is right where I left it, though.
Quarry: still the quarry
Picnic lunch overlooking the East Field & attendant View. Still a hell of a view. Many squirrels.
L was much impressed by the view from the bridges over the ravines.
The balconies have gone from the top floors at Porter: what's up with that?
SCAdians with vorpal swords doing battle at the IUD. (The view there has College 8 in it.)
Three deer hanging out pathside near what used to be the bus stop.
"Center of the universe" in front of the theater: still echo-y.
What they built as a student union is now an "Academic Resources Center." M said it would be better as a faculty club, and I think she's right. I seem to recall that's what they first wanted to put there... but I may be confabulating. Nice view, so we ate some cheese there.
Fairy ring of redwoods off the path from the library to Hahn.
We took a last turn around campus, and it turns out for L, organic garden = shiny object. So we climbed into the experimental organic garden above Stevenson. There we met a pair of cats named Buster and Posey. Buster followed us halfway to the car.
Dinner at Alice's Restaurant.

I did a lot of fulminating about the BUILDINGS, OMG SO MANY BUILDINGS.


Today's earrings: Flies, amber

Bedtime reading: All Clear, Connie Willis