I’m happy to report that Offizier Füße, after receiving treatment-

(Some weight needed to be applied while the glue did its thing. And by that I mean more weight than the body had. So the solution… paperweight!)

Has recovered from his latest holiday injury and is back on his feet… literally.

He’s now retired with his own shelf and is on the short list for a new nose and pickelhaube.

Meanwhile yours truly has been thoroughly destroying her diet with this delicious treat.

The neighbors made it for us, it’s some kind of pumpkin cake and the white stuff is delicious frosting that has sugared pecans in it.

I can attest that its one of the best treats ever. :D

Spoilers (I guess?) for The Lovely Bones.

Okay, I have not read this book (nor do I feel any inclination to do so) and I have no real desire to see this movie, but none the less I find it all sorts of gross when you have people actually complaining about not having the death (and rape) of a fourteen year old girl shown on screen.

Like… for real? I think we should collectively, as a society, agree we’re officially to goddamn far gone for our own fucking good when you say you need to be shown the rape and murder of someone for it to have some kind of impact, let alone a powerful one, because apparently stating it and knowing it happened off screen makes the fact it happened less horrible.

Its rape, its murder, the fact that it happened in general and as a concept at all should horrify a viewer. When you need to be shown it for it to ping on your emotional radar and make the story resonate with you? You need to jam your hand into a garbage disposal because clearly you’re a cyborg.

And far be it from me to restrict violence or water something down in any medium, and I do understand some of the core argument, but it none the less raised an eyebrow for me that people were complaining that something wasn’t violent enough because the fourteen year old girl wasn’t murdered on screen and dismembered or mentioned that she was raped and this makes it less awful.

New Christmas layout! Simple and neat but I think it’s festive and I felt like getting into the holiday spirit of things and I’m quite satisfied with it. I’ll revert back to Bhujerba after the New Year but for now… it’s Christmas!

As such the sibling and I were able to do our tradition of commemorating the year with each of us purchasing a nutcracker in December (the last, I fucking swear); something we weren’t able to do last year because we were so dead ass broke. This year however I have a wee bit of fun money left for myself and since it was one sale (my favorite kind of purchase) for a fairly dirt cheap price I acquired-

Naveen (hence forth dubbed for obvious reasons even though he has no relation to the Disney version.)

The sibling acquired a Jester Monkey (who’s photo I may or may not end up posting) and with that, this animal house is complete, with a final tally of five animal nutcrackers. I am extraordinarily pleased because I didn’t actually think for one high flying fucking moment I’d actually get all the animals that I had wanted for the collection.

Since its Christmas a max exodus of said collection has occurred as they’ve been dispatched all through out the house for decorative purposes and now my room looks so fucking bare it’s not even funny.

And who would have thought such holiday duties would actually be fucking hazardous? For we have an actual Christmas casualty.

Officer down!

You can imagine my immense displeasure upon going out to get myself a midnight snack only to discover this one lying on the coffee table, amputated feet/stand missing. There was a repair man over earlier in the day who I suspected knocked him over and broke him. And hey, I can understand that accidents happen and that’s fine but had he just told me what happened it wouldn’t have been a big deal but Jesus, have the fucking balls to own up and say something.

Finally located the feet/stand under the TV/DVD cabinet, which was a step up since I thought they were gone forever and had been thrown out. You can tell this one’s had a hard fucking life (which wasn’t helped by yours truly because I remember playing with it as a kid and… none to gently either.) since his hair as become awful and he was missing his nose before this incident, as well as the tip that goes on top of his hat. I’m also fairly sure both his legs have been broken off at one point prior if the glue at those parts is of any indication. He’s cheaply made, old as fuck and looks like he’s gone through WWIII but he’s one of the two of the very first nutcrackers ever received so I’m keeping him no matter how many times I have triage his ass. Although I’ll probably retire him from holiday duty because fuck man he’s been through the wringer.

I’m going to need some serious glue to get him repaired. And maybe one day he’ll get a goddamn nose back.

This is it!

Today we went through the annual pie line and secured two pumpkin pies and one apple. On Monday we finished procuring the rest of the Thanksgiving food supplies, which ended up with us having to go to three different fucking Safeway’s just to get the proper turkeys. Since it’s just the four of us we usually get a Butterball all white meat turkey roast which was lacking everywhere we went. The first Safeway had them (fucking buried under every other turkey on the planet) but they were all half and half. The second Safeway didn’t even have them but the third was juuuuuuuust right.

Tonight shall consist of prep work so that all that shall have to be done tomorrow is pop the crap into the oven! Of course the mashed potatoes and stuffing will have to be made the day of, because in our family we prefer our Thanksgiving from boxed premade crap. A pumpkin pie may perhaps be sacrificed early in exchange for such laborious efforts. ;D

Tomorrow I plan to thoroughly fuck off on virtually everything, play copious amounts of video games and watch Elf. And of course cook. Friday the Christmas decorating shall commence!

So Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

It’s the height of the season for this kind of thing so I don’t get many opportunities aside from this one time of the year to snag Nutcrackers (especially of this variety) so I do my best to get as many as I can when it rolls around.

And with that in mind-

Meet Borris and Morris! Moose and Bear respectively.

It’s hard to tell (aside from the build) but they are Nutcrackers, the portion that would crack the nuts is just hidden by/is under their clothes. The box Morris is holding is supposed to contain number blocks so you can either use it as a calendar or just to count down the days to when Christmas arrives but for some reason he didn’t have any. Fucking moron customers probably stole them.

And because I’m apparently twelve years old at heart, and I don’t feel particularly proud admitting this mind you, I felt bad for the damn thing because I knew nobody would buy him just because of this minor flaw. (There were more copies of him around but their boxes all had numbered blocks.) Since it’s a ridiculously easy thing to fix if I so wished to and because his chances of being purchased were lowered because of this, I bought him. His clothes look awesome but the gold designs isn’t applied particularly well (its glued on, while the fake plastic jewels are a bit more secured as they’re sewed on) and indeed, you can see some of the gold trim that lines his coat has come off in the back and is hanging down by his legs behind him. (I’ll simply re-glue it later.)

The only complaint, or rather observation (since it’s not exactly a complaint because I don’t mind any of these things I’ve mentioned in the least) about Borris is that his hands should be brown. Unless you’re supposed to infer that he’s wearing gloves which I… highly doubt.

I shouldn’t have spent the money but they were too adorable to resist and I sort of needed them anyway. Out of my entire Nutcracker collection I only have one other stuff animal Nutcracker (a monkey that has a drum and is dressed in a similar style as Morris) and I wanted more animals to balance him out fairly. I’m limited on money (because there were lots of other nutcrackers there of animals and people that I desperately wanted. ;_;) but I figured getting at least two more animals would do nicely.

WOO HOO I have the rest of the fucking week off from German class!

Apparently my class is so far ahead of the learning schedule the teacher is letting us take a day off and miss a class because we learned everything so damn quickly. (As opposed to moving up the test to even earlier then next week thank you Christ.)

And? I’ve finished all the required homework so all that’s left is memorizing crap for the test, of which the teacher gives you a study guide for what’s going to be on the test.

I have a good two weeks sans homework now.

/:Does a happy dance:/

Halloween was fucking awesome. Probably one of the best ever which is ironic since it was so very, very subdued and would probably be viewed as hideously boring to most everyone else.

But what can I say? I’m easy to please.

It probably helps that this year I’m in a much better place mentally, emotionally and stress wise then I was last year, so this time I’m super excited about the holidays and actually looking forward to it all. The sight of all these Christmas magazines arriving with all the preeeeetty decoration pictures makes me giddy. I like to cut out the best/most beautiful pics of rooms decorated from the magazines and save them because they’re so festive. (And I can only dream of owning some of those decorations one day and making my own place look like that. ;_;)

My favorites though are the food/desert magazines but God they make me hungry. Fuck I’d give an arm or a leg for this. Goddamn this company and their tempting magazines filled with candy coated Christmassy goodness ;_;

Also? I kind of completely hate myself, but the twelve year old in me that just eats this holiday shit up kind of totally wants to see this, even though the people in it look like the creepiest and most disturbing things ever.

I can’t help it damn it! The trailers have such awesomely booming Christmas music that it just makes it feel more like the holidays.

                                                             In a rush for the trick or treaters are a'comin but to everyone out there...

Meet Nanuk! (OF THE NORTH!)

I do believe he’s the most adorable thing ever isn’t he? And so adorably tiny to! 7 inches high in total. Saw him at World Mart and just had to have him. (Man they got a slew of fucking awesome Nutcrackers there as does Michaels. I think I need them all like air. :D)

And to top it off what does the mother-person get me?

A Thanksgiving Nutcracker!

 
I don’t know why she got him for me (and am greatly amused she’s actually indulging my somewhat insane collection) but I’m not complaining in the least.

Didja know that “We don’t have the document” actually means in Financial Aid Damaged Monkey Minion speak- “The document is incomplete”.

This is of course not what the automated e-mail they resent me said, it merely stated that “You need to send in this document!” FAILING spectacularly to mention that the real issue here (for today) is that it’s incomplete and just how it’s incomplete is of course not fucking mentioned BECAUSE IT’S A FUCKING AUTOMATED E-MAIL.

I have ventured forth into the battle field of Financial Aid and went directly head on to the main HQ to hand deliver these fuckers the forms and also, if necessary, strangle a bitch or two. Because if I’m going to get into an argument with someone I prefer to do it in person where escape and shut down of said argument is less easy.

Unfortunately the mother-person accompanied me and proceeded to steamroll right over me and do all the talking in my stead, which was perhaps (in terms of the end goal being to not get arrested or expelled from school) for the best because hoooooooooly shit I’ve just been told a fantastic fucking fairy tale that’s so full of plot holes its like a damn Transformer blasted its way through.

Also? You’ll be glad to know I met my very special friend from the phone. It’s a sadly anticlimactic encounter since A: the mother-person was doing her best to be charming (ass kissing) and B: the bitch was carefully and tactfully not mentioning and ignoring our encounter on the phone save for one very minor instance. I got quite a fuzzy feeling of pure vindictive glee from that minor instance though, because it was very apparent she had been very pissed over being hung up on and talked to as I spoke to her.

Do unto others bitch.

Anyway, the same “I sent this one in three fucking times” issue is pointed out and is met with the same excuse of “We have this document but not that one.”

It’s interesting to note that she conveniently skittered around the fact that if she had Document A then by default she should have Document B (the one in question) since Document A was sent with the original batch with the siblings. Who was cleared.

Oh and Document A being re-red flagged in my account? Apparently it was and always has been cleared in their main computers so it’s not a problem at all. Upon asking why it was red flagged in my account I get this response-

“Well… Document A and B are connected/directly related to and since you don’t have B that’s why it was flagged.”

Failing to explain of course why the fuck it was originally cleared in my account (and was only flagged in my account after I spoke to the bitch. How’s that for oddly fucking convenient timing?) and only is now again flagged. The fact it’s cleared in their computer does, in fact, point out that no, Document’s A and B aren’t connected at all now are they?

I’m also fed a load of fresh bullshit after she waffles on about not having Document B but then suddenly changes her story from its not an issue of having so much as- wait for the dramatic reveal!- an issue of Document B being incomplete!

Why the fuck she couldn’t be arsed to explain that it was incomplete and just how it was incomplete ON THE FUCKING PHONE is beyond me, other then the fact it would take some goddamn effort on her part to do her fucking job but what the hell ever.

Upon learning just how it’s incomplete- some kind of written explanation on the form for something was require… only apparently sort of- the next natural request is why the fuck this is an issue for me when such thing wasn’t required for the sibling since they cleared those forms without needing this fucking explanation.

The answer?

“Oh well that’s just how it’s processed sometimes.”

Yes! Apparently when your handling financial crap you get granted permission and the ability use the “just because” excuse. You know the one you had to turn over once you passed the age of fucking twelve and the one that would get anyone else rightfully fucking fired.

I’m choking on my own tongue and seething indignant rage at this bullshit which I could not freely express given how the mother-person kept telling me to shut up whenever I tried to ask “WHAT THE FUCK?”

Because, in her world view, they have the money and no matter what and how stupid they are you’re supposed to suck up and kiss their asses and just get it done no matter what so you can get the money.

Which means I’m either going to need a bloody chaperone the rest of my life or I’m going to right royally fucking suck at this Adult Thing because I do not roll this way. I get the novelty of such a viewpoint and concede the practicality of it but I prefer the Gareth Blackstock approach to crap.

It’s all very anticlimactic again, after jolting down a two sentence “explanation” and giving it over we left and everything has finally been cleared.

Boy next semester should be a joy if I have to deal with these people again.