Tranquil Dreamer

To describe work today would involve someone losing their appetite spectacularly so will refrain except to mention that after my pants dried from walking in pounding rain to the bus and thence to work, I had about ten minutes to appreciate it before there was an emergency shower, elderly British professors expanding my vocabulary considerably, and, yep, wet pants.

Failing chocolate, booze or someone teleporting me their cat, I would like a cookie. Or hot milk, that would be awesome.

Then I got home and checked the mail and found the results of the cholesterol test, in which Dr B said, and this is a quote, Wow, your lipids are really high! and actually SENT THE SCRIP so I could get on god damn Lipitor without delay.

Amazingly, and I feel this proves my love for Amy, I did not throw anything at her when she sat there reading the highlights out loud and sniggering obnoxiously. Brat.

More than anything else in sewing clothes for dolls, I hate doing the sleeves.

Hate.

Crocheting with wire and seed beads... success?

Background: I'm Christian, Anglican to be precise, had brain surgery for epilepsy that removed my right temporal lobe and half the limbic system about three years ago, and in process had three plates put in my head.

My plates get COLD during the winter and the screws contract. It's painful. Lately I've been finding that any amount of cold air on my head is bad. The last couple of years I'd been wearing hats, but last year I had long hair and the year before that was the year I had my head cut open, so it doesn't really count in finding out "what works and doesn't work". I'd been doing some thinking and realized that a hijab style wrap would actually cover all the spots where the plates were better than hats did, because they'd cover farther the side of my face and go over the whole scar that goes to the bottom of my ear and get all the plates warm, not just the ones on top of my head. So today I did it. I put on one of the underscraves I got from goatinamoat's postings, and figured out a way to wrap a shawl I'd gotten from Goodwill that matched what I was wearing into something that looked like a hijab.

I think it worked pretty well once I figured out some of what I wanted, but when I was indoors I fussed with it alot because I was either too warm or too cold (we were by a door at a restaurant), I think for now I may do caps with a scarf folded to be a hood. Mostly so the cap can stay on and get MOST of the screws covered but when I go out it'd be easy to flip up the hood part. I'm hoping to get used to it enough to be able to just wear it all the time, but baby steps.

*deep thoughts* One thing that my disability has given me is my modesty. I would have never had the nerve to switch to skirts only or think about head covering if it hadn't been for my epilepsy and surgery. I'm not going to say I'M HAPPY to have seizures and anxiety and all my neurological fun, but it also led me to a point of modest dressing and it gave me my body back. */deep thoughts*

Yesterday was Mom's birthday so we took her out to see Men who stare at goats which was a very funny movie, infectiously optimistic. The army base shooting scene was a little jarring, considering events of the past few days, but the Jedi references were made all the more amusing by Ewan McGregor's casting. I'd like to get the book it was based upon.

Afterward we went to dinner at Dyshart's where Mom and Dad finally used the gift certificate we had given Dad for Father's day. I had turkey soup and toll house pie, the soup was DELICIOUS, the pie not so much. Then I came home and laid on a heating pad all night because I did something to my back and it's been a knot of burning muscles for the past 2 or 3 days. Oh, but we did run out and get Mom a box of cherry cordials and a card though Mom said she didn't want anything, Stumpy sent her flowers which was our original idea, so we went with candy. We're having a nice Sunday dinner/birthday party with Cassie and the kids tomorrow night.

Whoa - I just realized that's Frank Langella in The Box and not Christopher Lee - though they both played Dracula.

I'm about half way through Tale of the Body Thief which I am really enjoying, Lestat (in the body of Raglan James) has just gotten over pneumonia and is currently staying with the nun who took him from the hospital when he begged her not to let him die in that body. I really enjoyed his hallucinations? of Claudia's ghost taunting him throughout the first part of the book, was it his own guilt or his own subconscious or really her ghost? I'm curious as to what will happen when he goes to seek out Louis, but I've got Nanowrimo to do so no more reading until tonight.

I'm just shy of 10,000 words, which was yesterday's goal, but I'm a bit weary and the words are coming slowly. I listen to a lot of Tchaikovsky when writing, The Nutcracker Suite and Swan Lake. Music with words is too distracting. I need to buy some more classical music albums. I should probably bust out my Escaflowne OSTs.

Ah, heating pad, you are my friend.

• 13:31 Holy crap. Getting hit on by a genuine douche (gelled hair, open shirt, giant silver cross necklace, et al) at dentist = permanent lols. #
• 16:25 Oh delicious cookie pudding-ness. Though maybe eating that 40m before I'm due to work out wasn't such a smart idea. #

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Hmm. I find it interesting that the Southeast Asian urban phenomenon of shophouses actually has a one-word name in English.

• 13:51 Thinking of finally buying a TV (at least 40"), and wondering if I should brave Black Friday stampedes to find one with a good price. #
• 18:31 OH MY GOD CAT YOU COULDN'T WAIT 2 MINUTES FOR ME TO FINISH SCOOPING YOUR LITTER BEFORE PEEING IN THE CORNER #
• 18:32 Although at least you did it in the bathroom and mostly on tile, but still! #

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1. Trying to get the 102 year old lady to decide what color of nail polish you should put on only gets you the Eyebrow.

2. So this lady from AL is in daycare in KW right now, mostly because she just sits and looks at her food and she is literally, I swear to God, eighty pounds or something horrible like that, she's even tinier than the tiny 102 year old, and she brings her purse with her. Because, you know, that's what ladies do, they take their purse everywhere. So Lady 1 sees her purse unattended in the hallway (there has since been an exasperated decision to PUT THE GOD DAMN PURSE IN THE GOD DAMN MED ROOM) and trots off with it. Meg, attempting to coax another lady into the dining room and suffering from a horrible feeling that the lady she is coaxing believes it is 1946 and would like to know where her parents are, watches as Lady 2 walks by really fast.

Lady 2 pauses.

Lady 2 turns around.

Lady 2 zooms over and SWOOPS ON THE PURSE LIKE A HAWK and Meg, with heroism above and beyond, leaps between Lady 1 and Lady 2, even as they begin a short sharp fight over possession of the purse.

Lady 1 and Lady 2 are separated and Lady 2 is coaxed into the dining room with the promise of pudding.

REMIND ME, I LIKE WORKING WITH THESE PEOPLE OR SOMETHING? IDEK.

3. Well okay when they love you best it's pretty awesome, but.

4. Then I wandered over to Knit/Purl and had continuing adventures in being the kind of knitters who helps n00bs, and also untangled and rewound someone's ball of yarn for her rather than face two more inches of god damn 2x2 ribbing. I'm at like 5.9 right now, will finish second slipper tomorrow. I just. Couldn't face it any more.

Dear LG VX8300,

Well, this is it. This is our last night together. In four and half hours I will be meeting my new love affair. No offense but, do you know how freaking excited I am?!

I can barely contain it!

Sure, in the beginning everything was swell. You stepped into my life all new and shiny and made me forget about my last phone, whose maker I don't even remember (I think it was a Samsung). I was able to enjoy playing video games, personalizing my own ringtones and happily ignoring uh, "enjoying" all of Verizon's...ahem, special attributes that you had. Sure, I had to do a lot of workarounds with Bitpim, and I probably violated your warranty, but I lived with it at first.

But after a while, something happened. You weren't special anymore. Typing text messages on you was a chore. I couldn't really check email other than that craptacular VZWmail account which is just really pointless, since it's just one step up from SMS. And you kept turning off when I wanted to turn you on, mainly because your batteries kept wearing down. No way to show your love there, baby.

Secretly I couldn’t wait to break up. But I’m one of those guys that just can’t be alone, you know? I couldn’t just go solo. I needed a suitable replacement first. I’ll admit it – I was using you.

And then along she appeared. I took notice. At first I thought “no way”. She’s one of those hotties that you just can’t have. Way out of your league. She couldn't possibly be coming to my network. I could flirt from afar but that was it. But now. Now! She’s opened her arms wide. She’s available and willing.

It was love at first sight. And second. And 50th. I’ve spent day after day, night after night, watching videos and drooling at pictures galore. I feel like we’ve known each other forever. There is no denying it. We’re meant to be. Soul mates.

My calender syncing won’t be  a problem, bad phones or not. Downloaded apps will stay mine. Tons. Free ones. I’ll have a device that can record a video that’s not limited to tiny sizes and time constraints all while dimming to something unbearable in all but the greatest of light. I’ll be able to actually use my email and...oh forget it. I could go on and on but you don’t wanna hear it.  You’re probably not even listening. Hey, look at me when I’m talking to you.

So this is it. Enjoy your last night as my main thing. What will happen to you, you ask? I haven’t decided. Your fate is unknown. Will I smash you into tiny bits? I dunno but that’d sure as hell be fun! Will I sell you off? Probably not, as there is probably someone more needy than I who would want you.

Either way, you'll be gone soon, and I'll be loving a new sweet young thing.

(thanks to the guys at Phandroid for helping me with the courage to write this very difficult letter.)

• 15:26 Hmm. After revisiting the crockpot thread, I might have to get one. I almost never cook, but this could help. #
• 19:30 God, I'd forgotten how much 128k internet sucks. #
• 19:37 Also, I always seem to run out of juice right around 1.5 hours of writing. And now have no idea where to go next in the story. Blarb. #
• 20:34 When in doubt, have ninjas attack. #

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pocketbook slippers: surprisingly attractive and comfortable!

http://knitwits-heaven.tripod.com/pocket_book_slippers.htm

if you have a foot much larger than a seven, though, you might want to woodle around with the sizing. I ended up doing them with a size five needle, being a chronically loose knitter, and they're just a smidge squishy on the big toe, but I haven't washed them yet and I made them out of superwash, so will see.


AAAAHHH HOW DID I CONVINCE MYSELF MY BIG BANG DAY WAS THE 28TH AND NOT THE 18THHHHH.

No, I didn't tell him I'm asexual. He already knows that.

No, today, after spending the last few weeks wearing hijab that covers more and more of my hair and neck, and on a more regular basis, I finally stepped up and talked with Dad about it. I explained that while I'm interested in learning more about Islam, I've started covering mainly because my body is my own business, and it's not on display, and that dressing modestly and covering my hair puts ME back in charge of the way my body is viewed.

He took it like a champ. My Dad's the best. ^_^ He was way cool about it, and agreed that it's a good way of staying in control of one's body. I'd already told my stepmom my reasons, too.

So, that went well, and I thought I'd share. ^_^

I also made a pair of jeans into a skirt, and I'll post pics later. Off to NaNo some more!

Caaaat shelf, it's a big cat shelf
And it's called a cat shelf because it is a shelf for a cat
And it's a shelf for a cat because it is a cat shelf
Cat shelf

Another translation in the works. Will probably start writing on Bailo's draft tomorrow. And maybe I'll also be posting a very short story (maybe even a flash) to a limited audience for crits, depending on my mood.

WHO: Shane Fitzgerald, May Clarkson
WHEN: 30th of Octoner, 2009
WHERE: The Grand Prix Course, and other features
WHAT: A certain car loving chinese scion decides to make her most daring heist yet: The Mach 6. Can the Mysterious Racer Shane stop her from escaping with Speed's only hope for the race!?
WATCH FOR: Stupid Car Tricks, Challenges Not To Make, And Why All Irish Are Liars

( You can't even put me in your rear view mirror, red! How are you going to put me away? )

• 09:24 Out of curiosity (esp. to ninjas), who's going to Katsucon this year? #

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10:34 is at a Altar Guild meeting and getting estrogen shock. #

12:32 @bounddreamer: It's the egg. I'm more sad about the 90+ carbs in one, gimme the fat. #

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GOD BLESS YOU, WEGMANS.

( VICTOLY! )

And in other news, I will need to finish colouring this by Monday so I can send it out for prints.

( That scream of frustration would be mine )

It's coming along all right, but I lay down a bazillion layers when I colour, and I have to wait for them to dry completely before I lay down another. So yeah, it takes me an insane amount of time to complete my better watercolours.

And finally, after putting it off for an entire year, I finished the wallpaper for Diary of a Watch.

That done, I don't know how much time I'll have to work on another photomanipulation project considering I've got my fine art pieces to sell and I have to finish up the (future) webcomic chapter, not to mention networking at small business functions. It's a miracle I have time to RP at this point.

Make-up and hijab. Discuss. :)