This is pretty much exactly what it's like living with me.

[napoleonherself]

[We've had a CSA leek in the fridge since Wednesday, so I decided we should make leek-and-potato soup. Then mecha came home tonight with the ingredients for the soup, plus a bunch more leeks. I asked him why he got more leeks; he replied that he had decided he would use most of them tomorrow for soup, and use the remaining one tonight for something else.]

Me: "Oh really? For what?"
[mecha, putting groceries away, doesn't answer]
Me: "What, is it a secret?"
[still no answer]
Me: [extremely exuberant] "Is it a LEEKCRET?!"
Mecha: "Well, now you don't get any."

But he did eventually tell me, so I guess it wasn't a leekcret.

Comments

[whitenoise.livejournal.com]

Was it spinning?

[napoleonherself.livejournal.com]

I... I think that if the leek starts to spin, that's probably a sign that it's been in the fridge too long.

Either that or that there's a cartoon character in there. And she should get out because she's going to block airflow.

[emsworth.livejournal.com]

THE JENNY LIVES! I miss you a lot (I just sort of checked the Livejournal on the offchance). Glad you're doing well. Things have been less than metahappy here, but I owe Mecha an e-mail. Also, something you'd appreciate: I recently was inspired to come up with, in the fashion of those old Disney animal TV shows with "[Name] the [Adjective] [Species]," this: Algonquin the Perpendicular Badger! (Still working on details). And I don't know if Mecha bothered to tell you I was published again in January, WIDER WORLDS OF JIM HENSON. And unemployed again since May, the call center was too much, still not over chest pains, and Mom had a hip replacement, still no income and too much crying, but I have cheese for the morning and a stuffed Paddington Bear. So there is that! And doing Faustus again (this time, I play Faustus' valet who is actually Beelzebub, so yes, Andwoo gets to be all evil and stuff.)

[napoleonherself.livejournal.com]

Of course I live! You totally can't get rid of me.

Does Algonquin happen to hang out with any individuals of the ursine variety? Perhaps one having an unusual relationship with gravity?

I remember mecha and I were talking, for a while, about having you apply for a tech services job at Epic, since that's sort of like their version of a call center except you don't take random calls, you just talk to the specific customers assigned to you + occasionally cover for someone else's customers when that person is on vacation. And we figured that if you could do the call center then this would be easier plus good money. But since then I've become a little more knowledgeable about the way Epic can treat its employees in certain situations, and while I can't go into details in public, I will say that I will never ever again recommend a job there to anyone unless they're looking for a good paycheck and nothing else.

So what I'm saying is that since we never got around to suggesting that to you, you dodged a potential bullet.

Lastly: I do not believe that you can be evil. DO NOT BELIEVE IT. It is simply outside of the realm of possibility.

[emsworth.livejournal.com]

>Does Algonquin happen to hang out with any individuals of the ursine variety? Perhaps one having an unusual relationship with gravity?

Perhaps. Although I was thinking more along the lines of a Disney nature show and gravity-resistant ursines would be trickier to work in.

And yes, I am through with call centers. Right now I still have no funds, Dad is seeking work, and this very moment I am home alone with chest pains... but I have a stuffed aminal and potatoes to prepare with cheeeeeese. I'm trying to find something from home because of Mom, or sell some articles, or SOMETHING, but even writing non-paid bloggy stuff about the true origins of a certain Looney Tunes catchphrase has been tough.

On the plus side again, Victor says hi, and yesterday we listened to a twelve minute radio show in which a senile old man rambles on about people who later died after he's lugged his ugly old easy chair over to his niece's house (and she can't get him to understand that she really *doesn't* want it there). And there's the story of the man who ran for alderman and got beat, ran for deputy sheriff and got beat, ran for county clerk and got beat... his great ambition in life was to run for mayor (and get beat). He realized this ambition!

>Lastly: I do not believe that you can be evil. DO NOT BELIEVE IT. >It is simply outside of the realm of possibility.

MUAHAHAHAHA! I WILL STEAL YOUR SOLES! NOW YOUR SHOES WILL NOT FIT PROPERLY!