May 13th, 2005

Steam Escaping!

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who picks the patterns?
who sets the weave?
who chooses the colors of the threads?
who runs the loom?
as we all intertwine...
into a tapestry -
from life, to death.
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Steam Escaping!

mental acrobatics

Le 'brillig de twas, et les toves slithy
Ont fait le gyre et gimble dans le wabe ;
Tout mimsy étaient les borogoves,
Et l'outgrabe de raths de mome.

"Prenez garde du Jabberwock, mon fils!
Les mâchoires qui mordent, les griffes qui attrapent!
Prenez garde de l'oiseau de Jubjub,
Et évitez le Bandersnatch frumious!"

Il a pris sa épée vorpal à disposition:
Long temps l'ennemi de manxome qu'il a cherché --
Ainsi reposé il par l'arbre de Tumtum,
Et tenu pendant quelque temps dans la pensée.

Et, comme dans l'uffish a pensé qu'il s'est tenu,
Le Jabberwock, avec des yeux de flamme,
Est venu whiffling par le bois de tulgey,
Et burbled pendant qu'il venait!

Un deux ! Un deux ! Et par et par
La lame vorpal est allé le snicker-casse-croûte!
Il l'a laissé mort, et de pair avec sa tête il est
Allé galumphing en arrière.

"Et thou de hast massacré le Jabberwock?
Venez à mes bras, mon garçon de beamish!
Jour frabjous de O ! Callooh ! Callay!"
Il chortled dans sa joie.

Le 'brillig de twas, et les toves slithy
Ont fait le gyre et gimble dans le wabe ;
Tout mimsy étaient les borogoves,
Et l'outgrabe de raths de mome.
Steam Escaping!

so angry i could kill

the shittyness of my building has been well documented.
the fucking super decided to patch the roof today.
this means, he had to deal with the rats nest of wires on my roof.
he ripped the fucking head off my cable wire at the junction box, as well as melted the wire nearly in half as he lashed it down to the wrought iron fence on the roof.
time warner can't be there until tuesday.
this means spending 100-odd dollars this packed weekend, so i can run a new fucking line MYSELF down to the goddamned linkup.
it also means that i don't have work email, or websites until i fix this.

what makes me want to kill is that when i confronted him about this, i did so very specifically. i asked him what time he started working. it is (by his accounting) approximately 7 minutes before the connection went down.

he then had the audacity to lie, and say he didn't touch the wires, when you can see the freaking lash work he did with them today was fresh!

it took everything i had not to throw him off the fucking roof.