kittydesade | (no subject)

Etwas über Musik. Beantworten Sie die folgenden Fragen. Benutzen Sie entweder ein Pronomen oder ein da-Kompositum für Ihre Antwort.
1. Kennst du viele Werke von Schöberg? Ja, ich kenn viele Werke von ihm.
2. Hältst du viel von seiner Musik? Nein, ich halte nicht viel davon.
3. Möchtest du Frau Professor Koepke kennen lernen? Ja, ich möchte du ihr kennen lernen.
4. Sie weiß viel über Schönberg, nicht? Ja, ich weiß viel über ihm.
5. Liest sie dieses Semester über seine Musik? Ja, ich lese dieses Semester darüber.
6. Meinst du, ich kann die Vorlesung verstehen? Ich meine, nein, du kannst nicht d... dammit.

Argh. Argh argh argh.

Let me posit a situation to you, dear readers. You're passing a cop on the street. Nothing terribly hinky seems to be going on. Said cop pulls out his gun, looks down at it. Frowns, waggles it, then puts it back in his holster and does not snap the holster shut. How do you take this? What do you do? Do you find this unusual? Worrying? Normal? Uninteresting? Inquiring and cranky kitties want to know.

The other massive annoyance of the day: now I really need to get my ID renewed because I can't get a working debit card without it, but this means dealing with social security because this state's DMV won't give you an ID without the actual social security card. Can't use your passport, your medical insurance, tax forms with your SSN on it, no, you need the actual card. Which went through the washer years ago. ARGH. I mean, I've been meaning to do that anyway, but I really really hate that so much of what you need to do in this country you need to do based on a piece of identification that you're supposed to have on you at all times and is made of fucking paper. Hopefully this won't involve too many hoops. I may hurt something.

Well, no I won't. It'll be frustrating and it may take a while, but it's not anything I can't get done by flashing the contents of my Important Shit folder and going and showing things at offices. And until that's done, and all my bills are paid anyway for a while, but until that's done I have enough cash to get by for a week or three. Still cranky.

And I have a sick boy at home to deal with argh. At least most of my errands are done. Still need to beat up the tea place for great teas, but that can happen at the end of the day. Oof. Now, work-type work. All the packing and all the unpacking and bleh. This week better improve from here on out, 's all I'm saying.

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I would assume the cop's holster is busted and has been annoying the crap out of him all shift. *g*

... You know, that is one thing I hadn't thought of, and makes me think a little better of him. Even if I would wish he'd wait till he was in the station. Since he was right outside of it.

I didn't get a chance to today, what with one thing or another, but tomorrow I'll probably see if I can combine asking what was with all the cops out there today with delicately pointing out that someone did that. Frothing rage having subsided and all. >.>