hazliya: (elsa_leaftime)
So, the good news: the Kansas State rabies lab called to tell me that my sample had, in fact, arrived, and was viable. They called about a week and a half ago to tell me this, and I was ecstatic.

The bad (odd)? news: My vet called me yesterday to tell me that the results were in. Now, this raises a few red flags. One, the website says that the test takes up to five weeks to administer, and they only just entered my sample into the system as of tops, two weeks ago.

Two, a normal blood titer for rabies comes up 0.5-0.8 IU/mL. When I asked the tech what the number read, she told me that it was 4.65. I was confused. That's like blowing whole numbers on a breathalyzer, except for rabies. Something has to be wrong, I said. So she's going to fax it over so I can look at it.

I'm hoping that it's just some other number, like the exact sample size they needed. The vet did send 5mL of serum, after all. I really don't hope that it's the diluted result, and Elsa's antibodies measure at 0.465 IU/mL. The minimum she needs to enter Japan is 0.5, and I honestly cannot bring myself to believe that after receiving not one, but three rabies vaccinations in a six-month-period, she wouldn't show the an equal or higher antibody level as a dog who's only been vaccinated once and can pass the damn test.

I called the rabies lab and left a voicemail. Now I'm stressed out, and that's the last thing I need before Intercon.

EDIT: Just talked to the vet and lab - No, her titer showed antibodies at 4.6 IU/mL. Vaccinating her three times while her immune system was still young means that she is fully nine times more resistant to rabies than those considered well-vaccinated. At this point, the lab says, she might as well be immune.

Ladies and gentlemen, I have raised a Superdog.
hazliya: (stamp)
I lost my engagement ring last night.

First, I was seriously angry, then freaked, then manic in my search. I'm still back to "angry," but with some sleep under my belt and a list of facts, I feel only slightly better.

Things I know:
- I took it off to shower around 6:30. Put it back on after my shower.
- I went to get changed for bed, and it was neither on my hand nor in my pants pocket.
- I was only in four rooms of the house (bathroom, kitchen, living room, bedroom) between 6:30 and bed.

Logistically speaking, it couldn't be in the kitchen sink or the toilet, as both have measures preventing it. There was a small chance that if I took it off to wash my hands in the bathroom, it could've slipped down that drain, but it would've had to be oriented *just so* and fallen while I was washing my hands, which I would've noticed. I slipped a wire hook into the U-bend, just in case, but I got nothing but hair.

Deduction: The ring is somewhere in my apartment, within those four rooms. Of course, that list includes the three most cluttered rooms in my goddamn house.

Theories I have so far:
- It's fallen into the couch where I sit to type, and a more thorough search than I did last night will turn it up
- It fell out of my pants when I took them off, and is somewhere in the pile of laundry
- It fell in the living room, and Elsa swallowed it/hid it somewhere/buried it in her litterbox
- I put it somewhere safe where I wouldn't forget it

I'm so upset with myself for misplacing it. It is both comforting and infuriating to know that it's within four rooms that I've already searched, and I've found nothing.

[livejournal.com profile] elenuial seems much calmer than I am, saying that it'll turn up and it's just "stuff." It's my engagement ring, goddamnit. I want it back now. I love that ring.

Any tips on finding something so small? I have this horrible anxiety now that I carry with me, and it's turning me into an oversensitive monster. I have a suspicion that I'll continue to be a horrible human being until I find it again.

EDIT: RING FOUND! =D =D =D It was in the clothes pile WHO HAS TWO THUMBS AND IS NOT SURPRISED
hazliya: (panties)
I sent out questionnaires for the Intercon run of Better off Dead yesterday. I've gotten over half of them back. Already, I'm seeing some interesting things.

First off, there have been a number of people who do not want key elements of the game in their casting. Like being disliked at all. Or dressing up (the game has the word "prom" in the damn title!).

Know what that tells me about you? That you either a) did not read the game description, b) do not remember what it was like to be a teenager, or c) grew up in a bubble.

This game is set at a high school prom. Of course there is going to be drama, and of course no one is liked by everyone. They're teenagers, for fuck's sake! This is not the High School of Peace and Love. If you want to play someone loved by everyone, go play in the goddamn Rainbow-Brite larp.

Second, if you give them the option, 80% of male players will list "sexy librarian" as a character they'd be interested in playing. I approve.
hazliya: (Default)
-Electrician's here, so that means no space heater in the living room, which barely gets any heat as it is.
-Josh just got a call saying he needs to be in virginia TOMORROW instead of the end of the month, so no babysitter for Elsa. [edit: Bach just saved my life. Awesome.]
-[livejournal.com profile] elenuial's meeting got pushed back, so we won't be able to leave for Arisia until 4 at the earliest.
-I emailed Arisia registration to transfer my membership yesterday, but don't know if it went through because I haven't heard anything back.
-Need to shower, but electrician being here means that someone needs to be out and about with him.
-Dug my car out of the snow alone, only to learn that one windshield wiper and one turn signal are broken.

I'm so frustrated. I don't think I'll be able to unwind and enjoy arisia, as I'll be too upset and freaking out over everything else that's going wrong. Awesome.
hazliya: (ghost dog)
I like Christmas music in general. When it's after, say, December first? Yes, okay.

But not modern Christmas music. I like carols and simple recordings by people like Bing Crosby and Burl Ives. I like instrumental arrangements.

Not the overproduced, overplayed, oversung covers of every christmas ballad ever by every pop star ever. Those will make me instantly change the station, slapping the tuner buttons as if they were on fire and I needed to put them out.

Seriously. If I have to hear one more poptart warble out their own very special "allllll I want for ChristmaaAAAaaaAAaaaAAAasssss iIIIIIIiiiIIIIiiiiiiiiiIIIss... [cymbals crash and children's choirs rise] yoooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" I will probably break my dashboard with the sheer amount of force I will use to change the station.

Don't even get me started on that musical bugbear about the red shoes.

Thank whatever gods are out there that this will hopefully be the last holiday season I spend in retail.

EDIT: David Bowie was not a pop star, he is a god.
hazliya: (blue falls)
If I hear one more person say "Aw, now she won't get a chance to be a mom," I'm going to scream.

Yes, I had my dog spayed. No, it's not a horrible tragedy. Bug off.

Maybe I'm just projecting my own issues about being female onto my dog. Lord knows I could anthropomorphize a stick, never mind a living creature I care for on a daily basis. And I could be over-emotional from days of grieving and worrying about the surgery. But this has been going on for a while. [livejournal.com profile] elenuial's mother tells me every single time we talk about how she cries over the fact that Elsa will never be a mother. I expected this from her - she's completely oblivious to the reasons behind spaying and neutering other than "it's just what you do."

There are so many reasons to not breed your dog. To be perfectly frank, I don't think that anyone should breed their dogs unless they're part of a recognized breeding program and have at least as many depositors on the litter as there are potential pups. Never mind the physical toll it would take on her body (pregnancy ruins dogs) the financial and emotional aspects of it are just something I would never go through. The only creature I want Elsa to have to worry about and take care of is Elsa. As her owner, I want nothing more for her than total happiness and contentment to just be herself. And I don't think that not being bred will keep her from happiness.

But last night, [livejournal.com profile] elenuial picked up Elsa, cuddled her, and sad how it was a shame she could never have puppies.

atxcduafyuglsihiroghowaienrgbfn

I took a deep breath, then decided that I'm giving him the benefit of the doubt and not kicking him to the curb.

Anyway, what's pissing me off is that it's mostly been women telling me how wrong it is to fix her before she has a litter and experiences that part of being female. Swear to freaking God, 75% of the women I've told that I'm fixing my dog say something along the lines of "aww, she'll never fully realize what it's like to be a woman."

Really, ladies? You're not a proven female until you've popped out a litter?

I hate that the culture that tells us that women aren't really women until they give birth even permeates to our dogs.

Know what I say to people who think that way?

Fuck you. I'm a woman.

I don't have kids. I might not ever. But I refuse to believe that I am any less of a woman because of that.

Now, I'll admit, my definition of womanhood isn't exactly typical. I believe that those who undergo SRS or even MFTs are women in my eyes, maybe even more so than genetic females.

(I just told off a client in my mother's waiting room who just said "aww, you don't want puppies?" She got a fifteen-minute earful, after which she admitted that she wanted to breed her female boxer until she saw the fees for stud service.)

I do agree that pregnancy and childbirth is an incredible thing. But I don't think that it's the be-all, end-all of being born with the equipment to do it.

And if you tell me otherwise, or imply that my dog is any less female because she'll never experience the joy of parenthood, I'll kick you in the crotch so hard that you never get to experience it, either.
hazliya: (ghost dog)
I think I need to reevaluate things when it comes to Elsa.

I'm a trainer. I know what I want. I know what I expect of her. 100% housebroken. Responds to commands. Quietly asks, not demands loudly. Well-behaved in public. No biting or jumping.

Except I keep forgetting that she's three months old.

Either I need to lower my expectations, or she's just that much of a handful.

She had a bad day today. Behavior, housebreaking, everything. I'm very frustrated with her. We're going back to square one, and see if that helps her with her behavior. Meaning no more access to the kitchen, no treats, and a zero-tolerance policy for mistakes. If I'm not supervising her directly, back into the kennel.

She was doing so well. I hate backslides. They're unacceptable, and I can't wait until she's a goddamn adult.
hazliya: (pink falls)
Seriously, folks.

As glad as I am that y'all really enjoyed Leash and saw fit to tell either LJ or myself so, the game would've been utter crap without [livejournal.com profile] elenuial. Why is the praise I'm getting not equally his?

Credit where it's due, ladies and gents. Please.
hazliya: (stamp)
Is there anyone willing to lend me use of their printer tomorrow morning/early afternoon? I will provide paper and gladly reimburse for ink/toner costs.

I can't bring it to a printer, because: a) it's ridiculously expensive, and b) I need to manually feed some of the special sheets (like name tags) through.

Our printer has decided to magically stop working, and HP is useless with tech support.

What really, really pisses me off is that the printer is still relatively new, and I just bought a new toner cartridge for it. That's $70 wasted, since the printer will likely never work again. As with all printers, you can't fix them, just get new ones.

Fuck. Everything was going so well, too.

I'm so angry right now. I might seriously break something.
hazliya: (moss)
Out of curiosity, I looked on the AKC site to see if there were any registered Papillon breeders nearby. Just for fun.

There are three within 200 miles. Two in NY, which are show breeders ($1500-$2k a puppy).

One in Holden.

A pet breeder ($500-$600 a puppy).

Who has puppies available right now.

Well, mid-january. But still.

WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME, UNIVERSE
hazliya: (Default)
I'd been having issues with my external hard drive, but now I think that they've all come together at once. I just installed Windows Service Pack 3, and now it refuses to acknowledge my external hard drive's existence. Plus, now Windows lags like crazy.

Yes, it recognizes that there is a drive there. I can remove it with the "remove hardware safely" window. When it pops up, Windows makes the "hey, there's a drive" noise but nothing else happens.
I've tried unplugging and replugging in every order I can think of. I've rebooted. Nothing.

I also tried to read it in Ubuntu, which has worked before, but Ubuntu said that the drive is unmountable because the drive is apparently still trying to talk to windows. Constantly.

I have no idea what to do. There's so much on this hard drive that I want to keep, but apparently can't get to at all.

This is really, really frustrating.

Is it possible to rip the hard drive part out of an external like that and read it somehow else, or does it actually have to be functioning to be readable?

I'm on the verge of tears. I moved my files onto the external so that this would not happen. Now, nowhere is safe to keep anything important, and that's unacceptable.

Damnit.

Oct. 13th, 2009 05:33 pm
hazliya: (Default)
Still need one female player for Martha's. Freaking player drops.

Can people put out feelers for players? This role seriously needs to be filled.
hazliya: (stamp)
I totally just cut a bitch on the reptile LJ community that I'm a part of.

Long story short, 14-year-old girl with a troll journal and membership in pro-ana communities declares to the group that she's getting an iguana.

At 14.

Because she's totally ready to take on an aggressive 6ft+ reptile that needs regular vet checkups and special meals prepared every day and a cage the size of a bedroom.

Naturally, she expects her parents to pay for everything and thinks it's unfair that they won't buy her one.

She asks for advice, and is told that it's a bad idea. She stamps her foot and whines that she wants one, and she will have one.

So a few of us stop being nice.

I hate it when people (especially whiny teenagers) claim their love and devotion for an animal while completely disregarding its well-being and safety.

It felt so good to slap her. It'd feel even better in person.

(I took screencaps in case she removes her post, like miss "Where can I buy a baby anaconda?" a few months ago.)

Just.. argh.
hazliya: (glasses)
I've really had it with work.

I know I say that fairly often, but every time, I suck it up and stick around. Not this time.

I love the dogs. I like the groomers. Heck, I even like the hours and money.

But my incompetent asshole of a boss has to go.

If I could no longer work with him, just take my 30+ hours in salon alone, I'd stay. I really would.

My plan is to apply like crazy for jobs that even remotely interest me, then go from there. I'm planning on being an aggressive applicant, mostly because I want to never have to cashier or deal with that man ever again, and if I don't find a new job by Thursday, they're going to put me on the schedule for next week.

Keep your fingers crossed for me. Let me know of any job openings in the area that have to do with gaming, animals, etc. that I've shown even a vague interest in. And go congratulate [livejournal.com profile] elenuial, because I'm so proud of him. If I can get a new job, we'll both be so happy for a long time.
hazliya: (lips)
So, someone suggested I try AVG to get rid of my google problem.

I download it.

I scan.

MY LAPTOP BREAKS.

Seriously. As soon as I click to finish the scan, my system crashes and no longer fully boots. I can get into the advanced options menu fine, but as soon as it gets to the point where it'd ask me to choose a user, it just starts all over again. I can't even boot safe mode.

I'm so pissed off right now. This is ridiculous. Anti-fucking-malware did more damage than that stupid bug.

I don't know what to do. I'm clueless when it comes to booting. If anyone can help, please give me a call/email. I'm on [livejournal.com profile] elenuial's computer for now, and I'm free until about 5 tonight.

There are baked goods in it for anyone who can make my laptop function again. Even if it's just to get my files off of it.
hazliya: (Default)
I've had photoshop for over a year now.

Today, it decides to tell me that my 30-day trial period has expired.

What.

WHAT.

I have my serial number and the activation number, but it refuses to work.

I'm about to cut a bitch.
hazliya: (Default)
Dinner? Fun.

Stranded in cambridge? Not fun.

Dead phone? Not fun.

Fuuuuuuuck.

Luckily, [livejournal.com profile] seishino and [livejournal.com profile] annabelle were already on their way to fetch me from South Station when ded phone occurred.

I will be coming back tomorrow early afternoon. And hoping my car hasn't been towed.

Fail.

Fuuuuuuuuck.
hazliya: (pink falls)
ARGH.

THERE IS ANOTHER. MOUSE. IN THE APARTMENT.

THIS IS THE THIRD ONE.

I like animals. I do. But I will FIND HIM and make him pay for his crimes.*

Urgh. I know a mouse or two isn't bad, but it's irritating.


*and by "pay for his crimes" I mean "live outside."
hazliya: (lips)
So, the shoot with the pit bull that I was psyched for was canceled.

At the last minute.

As I was halfway out to her place.

So my plans for tonight are shot, as are my plans for editing the now-nonexistent photos tomorrow.

I wish there was a model blacklist on that site. As in, you can put a red flag on a model's profile or some such. I've already told her that I refuse to work with her, so that's that, but I wish there was some kind of warning system for prospective photographers.

This was going to be such a fun idea to shoot.

Sigh. I posted a casting call for tomorrow to see if there are any fun ideas to shoot, but I'm not optimistic.

Stupid models.

Dressfail

Apr. 15th, 2009 07:44 pm
hazliya: (Default)
So, the grommeting that I stitched into the back of the dress is apparently crappy. I'm very tempted to rip it out, but since I've already taken out the zipper, I'm not sure what to do at this point.

I do have a bright red and lace-trimmed corset, though. It matches the flowers, so putting it over the dress might be an option.

Sigh. I wish I knew more seamstresses. Maybe Aubrey can help me out when we dye the monster.

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