ironymaiden: (bitch)
I have a comically common name. My dentist's office has two of us. Between that and a retirement and remodel, our records are muddled.

Twice now I've gotten up early for a cleaning appointment, to be turned away. (I should feel glad, I guess. My doppelganger needs implants.) I really don't want to find a new dentist office, but they have one strike left.
ironymaiden: (yoga)
i'm reading the first of my takeaways from Norwescon: The Brain That Changes Itself by Norman Doidge.

one of the recurring themes is "neurons that fire together wire together" - research shows that associating an activity or emotion with something else that happens simultaneously will bind them together in our brains. i'm chewing on this as i try, again, to make regular exercise a habit that sticks.

i've been back in yoga classes for about four weeks. since it's been a long time since i practiced regularly, i'm way out of shape, and i'm dragging along C (who has never attended a class) we took the neighborhood studio's into series. it starts with basics and adds more asanas each session. this meant that it was only last night that we did pigeon pose in class.

as i held it, tears started to roll. hip openers, and sometimes balances, bring up crazy shit for me. this time, after class i was angrier than i've been in a long time. pretty much everything that crossed my path enraged me and i had no inhibitions about expressing my feelings instantly. (i've worked very hard to place a governor between my brain and my mouth, with a limited degree of success. otherwise i have that Saggitarian superpower where i blurt exactly the wrong thing at the wrong time.) C went into a similar place, which was kind of hysterical in retrospect because we had nothing more serious to shout at each other about than a disagreement about the proper disposal of eggshells.

this kind of thing is notorious, but i'm never entirely ready for it. i've never been angry before - usually i get hit with memories i didn't want to examine. i have to keep in mind that this will mostly pass as i practice regularly.
ironymaiden: (rain)
i've had a lot more headaches lately. nothing out of standard pattern for me, tension that rolls from my right shoulder, up my neck, and feels like a c-clamp with contacts behind my eye and at the back of my skull. i know the warning signs and how to effectively treat them. but they had been a monthly or less occurrence, and now they are weekly or more.

this doesn't really fit with the general sense of peace in my household, the books i've been devouring*, a new quilt underway, a good last session of D&D before the holidays, and lovely visits with friends (just passed and planned in the near future).

this does fit with 2009, though. i'm coiled and waiting for the next blow.** i was going to post this quote from [livejournal.com profile] warren_ellis earlier today, but i thought that i was just asking for trouble. with more lousy news coming from all quarters it seems more appropriate than ever:

"I’m starting to get the sense that 2009 wants to finish me off before it dies of old age. A calendrical unit yelling "I’m taking you with me, you bastard!" from its vanishing final paper bunker marked December, every spent day a room deleted from the structure until 2009 is finally huddled in one small box marked 31 and screaming obscenities in stark terror."



*i'm on a big Bujold kick. somehow i avoided reading any of her books previously, and now i have a steady flow coming in on library holds. they seem to be the grilled cheese and tomato soup of speculative fiction - i don't know that they're terribly good, but they are fatty and salty and filling and exude comfort. the only minus is that Baen has the worst art direction possible. i find myself wanting to hide the covers when i read on the bus because they are so embarrassingly ugly. i have an idea for an epic linkpost of bitching about this, but may never get around to it.

**and i'm pretty sure i'm grinding my teeth in my sleep. i should see a dentist about that. did i mention that my dentist seems to have retired with zero fanfare? i have several hearty recommendations to sort through. staying at the practice he joined before disappearing is not acceptable.
ironymaiden: (Default)
i've had a lot more headaches lately. nothing out of standard pattern for me, tension that rolls from my right shoulder, up my neck, and feels like a c-clamp with contacts behind my eye and at the back of my skull. i know the warning signs and how to effectively treat them. but they had been a monthly or less occurrence, and now they are weekly or more.

this doesn't really fit with the general sense of peace in my household, the books i've been devouring*, a new quilt underway, a good last session of D&D before the holidays, and lovely visits with friends (just passed and planned in the near future).

this does fit with 2009, though. i'm coiled and waiting for the next blow.** i was going to post this quote from [livejournal.com profile] warren_ellis earlier today, but i thought that i was just asking for trouble. with more lousy news coming from all quarters it seems more appropriate than ever:

"I’m starting to get the sense that 2009 wants to finish me off before it dies of old age. A calendrical unit yelling "I’m taking you with me, you bastard!" from its vanishing final paper bunker marked December, every spent day a room deleted from the structure until 2009 is finally huddled in one small box marked 31 and screaming obscenities in stark terror."



*i'm on a big Bujold kick. somehow i avoided reading any of her books previously, and now i have a steady flow coming in on library holds. they seem to be the grilled cheese and tomato soup of speculative fiction - i don't know that they're terribly good, but they are fatty and salty and filling and exude comfort. the only minus is that Baen has the worst art direction possible. i find myself wanting to hide the covers when i read on the bus because they are so embarrassingly ugly. i have an idea for an epic linkpost of bitching about this, but may never get around to it.

**and i'm pretty sure i'm grinding my teeth in my sleep. i should see a dentist about that. did i mention that my dentist seems to have retired with zero fanfare? i have several hearty recommendations to sort through. staying at the practice he joined before disappearing is not acceptable.

my eye

Oct. 5th, 2009 11:48 am
ironymaiden: (beholder)
went down about as mysteriously as it swelled.

ate, took benadryl, went to sleep. woke up late in the afternoon and the swelling was almost entirely gone. today when i look in the mirror i can almost see that one eyelid might be thicker than the other but it's so subtle that i'm not even sure it's there.

um, okay.

my eye

Oct. 5th, 2009 11:48 am
ironymaiden: (Default)
went down about as mysteriously as it swelled.

ate, took benadryl, went to sleep. woke up late in the afternoon and the swelling was almost entirely gone. today when i look in the mirror i can almost see that one eyelid might be thicker than the other but it's so subtle that i'm not even sure it's there.

um, okay.
ironymaiden: (Default)
i got myself more medicine (by the light of the fridge) wrote this, and fell asleep on the couch. i woke to C bringing me coffee and a scone. the worst thing about europe was the lack of takeout coffee. he's off Sunday morning writing, and i am here not sneezing on people.

it's 2:18 am. i can divine from this that i had my last dose of theraflu at 22:00. i thought i had escaped the worst of the cold earlier this week...

we finally started playing Hunter with the Friday game crew. it's set in a WoD version of Seattle, which is an unexpected pleasure - it's very easy to immerse oneself when a few words can call up a host of associations. the GM is rocking the horror aspect of the game. no real combat, but lots of rolling against derangement. (i think i made one roll for initiative in six hours. yeah, six. we lost track of time. i miss the lost sleep.) tons of roleplaying the story, which i didn't expect this group to embrace. turns out they're good at it.

so i'm happy with that. also, i finally got my lusted-after tiny laptop. it's an acer aspire one. it did in fact work fine right out of the box, a remarkably maclike experience.
it's a lovely little machine and the keyboard is big enough that i can touchtype easily. (my fingers are thin but long. probably not good for someone with meatier mitts.) closed it's about the size of a trade paperback.
i spent most of today fussing with it, absorbed in the pleasures of building my own car. i proceeded to ditch the custom linpus interface and switch to the regular Xfce desktop, upgrade Firefox, swap out some other software, and flash the BIOS. this wasn't necessary activity, just the sort of distraction i needed today.
i take great pleasure in learning new things and problem solving, so i read and compared tutorials and checked out software recommendations and generally spent the day flat on the futon learning by doing. there are a remarkable number of patient and tolerant linux users out there, answering questions and writing tutorials. it's nice. less pain than Darwin, although tinkering with that has certainly helped. gods, i used DOS today for the first time in...twenty years?
the best thing i learned about today was f-spot. it's the photo management software that i've always wanted. it does review, basic cropping and image adjustments, plus drag and drop tagging. select and export directly to Flickr, tags and all. it also handles Flickr privacy settings. (i haven't found naming and descriptions yet, but i'm betting someone has written an extension for it.) batch upload was smooth and failure-free, unlike my experience with Uploadr on mac and windows. i can pop the SD card from my camera into the SD drive on the laptop and go. i wasn't expecting to use this for pictures, but yay!
ironymaiden: (Default)
i got myself more medicine (by the light of the fridge) wrote this, and fell asleep on the couch. i woke to C bringing me coffee and a scone. the worst thing about europe was the lack of takeout coffee. he's off Sunday morning writing, and i am here not sneezing on people.

it's 2:18 am. i can divine from this that i had my last dose of theraflu at 22:00. i thought i had escaped the worst of the cold earlier this week...

we finally started playing Hunter with the Friday game crew. it's set in a WoD version of Seattle, which is an unexpected pleasure - it's very easy to immerse oneself when a few words can call up a host of associations. the GM is rocking the horror aspect of the game. no real combat, but lots of rolling against derangement. (i think i made one roll for initiative in six hours. yeah, six. we lost track of time. i miss the lost sleep.) tons of roleplaying the story, which i didn't expect this group to embrace. turns out they're good at it.

so i'm happy with that. also, i finally got my lusted-after tiny laptop. it's an acer aspire one. it did in fact work fine right out of the box, a remarkably maclike experience.
it's a lovely little machine and the keyboard is big enough that i can touchtype easily. (my fingers are thin but long. probably not good for someone with meatier mitts.) closed it's about the size of a trade paperback.
i spent most of today fussing with it, absorbed in the pleasures of building my own car. i proceeded to ditch the custom linpus interface and switch to the regular Xfce desktop, upgrade Firefox, swap out some other software, and flash the BIOS. this wasn't necessary activity, just the sort of distraction i needed today.
i take great pleasure in learning new things and problem solving, so i read and compared tutorials and checked out software recommendations and generally spent the day flat on the futon learning by doing. there are a remarkable number of patient and tolerant linux users out there, answering questions and writing tutorials. it's nice. less pain than Darwin, although tinkering with that has certainly helped. gods, i used DOS today for the first time in...twenty years?
the best thing i learned about today was f-spot. it's the photo management software that i've always wanted. it does review, basic cropping and image adjustments, plus drag and drop tagging. select and export directly to Flickr, tags and all. it also handles Flickr privacy settings. (i haven't found naming and descriptions yet, but i'm betting someone has written an extension for it.) batch upload was smooth and failure-free, unlike my experience with Uploadr on mac and windows. i can pop the SD card from my camera into the SD drive on the laptop and go. i wasn't expecting to use this for pictures, but yay!

ketchup

Nov. 3rd, 2007 09:09 am
ironymaiden: (fall)
i wish i could sleep in on the weekends. i determined that i would skip Glitter to do just that, and then popped awake at 7am anyway.

i'm pretty confused about my health...after two days of listlessness and hacking cough, i was almost bouncy through last night's Star Wars game. then cruddy again this morning until C brought me coffee. now i'm sniffly, but not broken. um, okay. maybe i'm allergic to work.

the new Blade Runner cut is satisfying. locals are encouraged to see it on the really big screen. best surprise: Darryl Hannah's acting. Pris has very few lines, but there's a great deal transmitted before and after they're spoken. (i know that part of missing this previously was having a child's understanding of the film. the rest is getting to see a dimly lit film in a clean print on a big screen instead of on a television.) also, i had forgotten that Edward James Olmos' character has blue eyes. worst addition: extra gore. it's completely unnecessary and breaks the noir sensibility of the film. i'm looking forward to the DVD set. this was the first time i was asked to fill out a before-and-after audience survey. it appeared to be feeling out interest in a wider theatrical release, plus marketing choices. (the thing they failed to cover was the fact that i am still attached to the 1982 domestic cut and care most about getting the DVD set that includes it, even if it's just the chance to really compare them. it's why i hadn't thought about buying a DVD of the film up to this point. Highlander and Aliens are the only director's cuts i've seen that completely supersede the theatrical release.)

i bought drapes for the living room and hemmed them. i made myself a fleece scoodie. (see?) i really need to make myself finish the quilt that has to be done by the end of the month.

running the vacuum before people arrived last night felt way too good, like some Stepford-style tinkering with my brain.

i started reading Blood Meridian yesterday, but had to put it down. being deep into tech writing/editing mode apparently means that my brain rejects fiction that is chock-full of sentence fragments.

Dear Internets: okay, i can deal with NaNoWriMo ad nauseam for the anticipatory second half of October and all of November and then the navel-gazing of early December, but only if we stop the NaBlahBlahMo everything else. stop the camel-case. stop the portmanteau. reading, blogging, knitting...you suck. you suck like the people who made wearing a colored ribbon meaningless. you suck like the people who turned rubber bracelets into a fashion accessory.

thanks (i think) to [livejournal.com profile] sinthrex who turned us on to Yahtzee's reviews. it's so sad when you watch even if you don't care if you have played or will ever play the game. ([livejournal.com profile] pixxelpuss, check out the one for Peggle.)

ketchup

Nov. 3rd, 2007 09:09 am
ironymaiden: (fall)
i wish i could sleep in on the weekends. i determined that i would skip Glitter to do just that, and then popped awake at 7am anyway.

i'm pretty confused about my health...after two days of listlessness and hacking cough, i was almost bouncy through last night's Star Wars game. then cruddy again this morning until C brought me coffee. now i'm sniffly, but not broken. um, okay. maybe i'm allergic to work.

the new Blade Runner cut is satisfying. locals are encouraged to see it on the really big screen. best surprise: Darryl Hannah's acting. Pris has very few lines, but there's a great deal transmitted before and after they're spoken. (i know that part of missing this previously was having a child's understanding of the film. the rest is getting to see a dimly lit film in a clean print on a big screen instead of on a television.) also, i had forgotten that Edward James Olmos' character has blue eyes. worst addition: extra gore. it's completely unnecessary and breaks the noir sensibility of the film. i'm looking forward to the DVD set. this was the first time i was asked to fill out a before-and-after audience survey. it appeared to be feeling out interest in a wider theatrical release, plus marketing choices. (the thing they failed to cover was the fact that i am still attached to the 1982 domestic cut and care most about getting the DVD set that includes it, even if it's just the chance to really compare them. it's why i hadn't thought about buying a DVD of the film up to this point. Highlander and Aliens are the only director's cuts i've seen that completely supersede the theatrical release.)

i bought drapes for the living room and hemmed them. i made myself a fleece scoodie. (see?) i really need to make myself finish the quilt that has to be done by the end of the month.

running the vacuum before people arrived last night felt way too good, like some Stepford-style tinkering with my brain.

i started reading Blood Meridian yesterday, but had to put it down. being deep into tech writing/editing mode apparently means that my brain rejects fiction that is chock-full of sentence fragments.

Dear Internets: okay, i can deal with NaNoWriMo ad nauseam for the anticipatory second half of October and all of November and then the navel-gazing of early December, but only if we stop the NaBlahBlahMo everything else. stop the camel-case. stop the portmanteau. reading, blogging, knitting...you suck. you suck like the people who made wearing a colored ribbon meaningless. you suck like the people who turned rubber bracelets into a fashion accessory.

thanks (i think) to [livejournal.com profile] sinthrex who turned us on to Yahtzee's reviews. it's so sad when you watch even if you don't care if you have played or will ever play the game. ([livejournal.com profile] pixxelpuss, check out the one for Peggle.)
ironymaiden: (rich zoe)
i've done something with friends most nights this week. at work i've been running, with looming deadlines and [livejournal.com profile] weezlgrrrl on vacation. (the other nights? packing up C for GenCon and Tomb Raider: Anniversary.)

okay, i wasn't running on Wednesday afternoon, when we went to a Mariners game. in a suite. with sushi. it was my first trip to Safeco field (i'm kinda meh about baseball and C hates it, so it hasn't been a priority) and somehow i don't think all the seats in the stadium are upholstered in leather. i got to use a spare ticket and hang out with [livejournal.com profile] steve98052, watch baby M chew on an expensive smartphone, and listen to my grandboss sweetly tell the story of the rally fries. very nice.

then i spent the evening chez [livejournal.com profile] scarlettina.

Thursday, teeth. (filling took 90 minutes instead of an hour. Dr. S says: "difficult. decay went below the gum." side of my face was numb through the afternoon. bleah.) then work. then the hothouse with [livejournal.com profile] mimerki (much needed) and Annapurna. which has no signage facing across the street. so there was some extra walking.

today, freaking marathon. work was killer, but it was followed by a flawless bus trip to the U District for dinner with [livejournal.com profile] shadow_and_veil, [livejournal.com profile] divinityof_fire, and [livejournal.com profile] buhrger (!!!). food meh, conversation yay, pilgrimage to Mix yay (vanilla ice cream, coconut, nutmeg). continuing conversation yay, and i got to touch [livejournal.com profile] buhrger's calluses. i'm still up and writing because bottomless chai + ice cream = one alert and perky girl.

maybe i should go play some Tomb Raider.
ironymaiden: (rich zoe)
i've done something with friends most nights this week. at work i've been running, with looming deadlines and [livejournal.com profile] weezlgrrrl on vacation. (the other nights? packing up C for GenCon and Tomb Raider: Anniversary.)

okay, i wasn't running on Wednesday afternoon, when we went to a Mariners game. in a suite. with sushi. it was my first trip to Safeco field (i'm kinda meh about baseball and C hates it, so it hasn't been a priority) and somehow i don't think all the seats in the stadium are upholstered in leather. i got to use a spare ticket and hang out with [livejournal.com profile] steve98052, watch baby M chew on an expensive smartphone, and listen to my grandboss sweetly tell the story of the rally fries. very nice.

then i spent the evening chez [livejournal.com profile] scarlettina.

Thursday, teeth. (filling took 90 minutes instead of an hour. Dr. S says: "difficult. decay went below the gum." side of my face was numb through the afternoon. bleah.) then work. then the hothouse with [livejournal.com profile] mimerki (much needed) and Annapurna. which has no signage facing across the street. so there was some extra walking.

today, freaking marathon. work was killer, but it was followed by a flawless bus trip to the U District for dinner with [livejournal.com profile] shadow_and_veil, [livejournal.com profile] divinityof_fire, and [livejournal.com profile] buhrger (!!!). food meh, conversation yay, pilgrimage to Mix yay (vanilla ice cream, coconut, nutmeg). continuing conversation yay, and i got to touch [livejournal.com profile] buhrger's calluses. i'm still up and writing because bottomless chai + ice cream = one alert and perky girl.

maybe i should go play some Tomb Raider.
ironymaiden: (man-mouse)
i don't watch much television. C can stare glassy-eyed at the tube for hours as long as the show name starts with "Law & Order". as US cable viewers know, that means that he can watch tv all day.
he asked me to kill the cable for him. we agreed that "limited cable" would be okay if it gave us a better deal on the internet.

the cable bill says "contact us online". your comcast service account is not your comcast email account, but a separate username and password. once i understood that i had to do account creation even though i already have an account, their form would not accept my cable account number. and then when it looked like i had said the proper incantations, their servers were busy and i was instructed to try again later.

so i called the service number. where they told me the wait would be five to seven minutes. i sat down in front of the computer with the phone at my ear and chatted with [livejournal.com profile] mimerki to pass the time. 45 minutes later, the hold message changes from "your call is very important to us" to "please call during business hours". i called at 7:30, the offices closed at 8, fifteen minutes later the away message pops. i'm pissed.

i wait a few days. the phone system has changed. now they offer to hold my place in line and call me back. i'm dubious, but it works. the person on the phone is totally cool, does what i want, doesn't push hard on sales or hassle me. i get the limited package, because otherwise they add the same amount of money to your internet for not having bundled service. the dude tells me that the work will happen Friday, and it is all outside so no one needs to be home. score.

last night C tells me he got an automated call from comcast saying that someone has to be home from 2-6 Friday.

hate.

i wake up with a migraine this morning. i take drugs, but feel like ass. i give up and take a sick day, because by the time i feel better the cable guy will pull up outside, crimp some wires, and stuff a receipt in my door without talking to me.

(in other news, the pokeball gag gets me every time.)
ironymaiden: (man-mouse)
i don't watch much television. C can stare glassy-eyed at the tube for hours as long as the show name starts with "Law & Order". as US cable viewers know, that means that he can watch tv all day.
he asked me to kill the cable for him. we agreed that "limited cable" would be okay if it gave us a better deal on the internet.

the cable bill says "contact us online". your comcast service account is not your comcast email account, but a separate username and password. once i understood that i had to do account creation even though i already have an account, their form would not accept my cable account number. and then when it looked like i had said the proper incantations, their servers were busy and i was instructed to try again later.

so i called the service number. where they told me the wait would be five to seven minutes. i sat down in front of the computer with the phone at my ear and chatted with [livejournal.com profile] mimerki to pass the time. 45 minutes later, the hold message changes from "your call is very important to us" to "please call during business hours". i called at 7:30, the offices closed at 8, fifteen minutes later the away message pops. i'm pissed.

i wait a few days. the phone system has changed. now they offer to hold my place in line and call me back. i'm dubious, but it works. the person on the phone is totally cool, does what i want, doesn't push hard on sales or hassle me. i get the limited package, because otherwise they add the same amount of money to your internet for not having bundled service. the dude tells me that the work will happen Friday, and it is all outside so no one needs to be home. score.

last night C tells me he got an automated call from comcast saying that someone has to be home from 2-6 Friday.

hate.

i wake up with a migraine this morning. i take drugs, but feel like ass. i give up and take a sick day, because by the time i feel better the cable guy will pull up outside, crimp some wires, and stuff a receipt in my door without talking to me.

(in other news, the pokeball gag gets me every time.)
ironymaiden: (waiting)
mostly here to say i'm alive. i want to say that the dental drama is at an end. i now have a temp filling in place, and lots of angry gum swelling. (i'll not get into more detail although i'm starting to wonder if i should have a teeth icon.) i think i like my dentist. he's good at the work, really steady and gentle, but not good at small talk. part of me appreciates that.

i think it's been sapping my energy. i spend a lot of time lolling around and feeling stupid even without the drugs. C says he could see a change in me as of last night. i hope so.

meanwhile, we caught The Long Goodbye at SIFF Cinema. an odd bookend to the noir festival, it's sort of anti-noir, anti-detective. i enjoyed it, especially touches like the long opening scene with Marlowe trying to get the right food for his cat. (alas, not a feature of the book.) Altman decided that the plot wasn't important; it isn't exactly what i want from a detective movie, and for once i wish i had been spoiled on that before i started watching. there's a nice bit on wikipedia about just that and how they were more successful once they changed the marketing to reflect the film's real attitude. C and i still talk about it now and again. a plus. still, the more i think about it, the more i think the structure is weak and the ending not well-motivated. Roger Ebert's analysis is notable.

as part of the lolling, C and i rented Rome from Scarecrow. we're watching a couple episodes a night, doing a lot of pausing and looking stuff up online and around the house when we have questions about the history because we're that kind of nerd. (while it's like watching Titanic* since we know the big stuff that will happen, the journey is what the show is about.) so far, i'm digging it, although i'm starting to feel like the sex is gratuitous even though i'm generally pleased with it being a natural part of storytelling. (anyone else get a "because we can!" vibe from HBO shows? maybe it's just me.) we inadvertently timed it so that we will finish season one shortly before the season two dvds come out. (this show is dead, [livejournal.com profile] buhrger - watch at will.)

looking forward to going to a Tufte seminar next week and being more social and less dopey.

*Titanic, the most expensive chick flick ever. so many great true stories to tell, and we have to paste on a completely lame love story. the effects did *not* make up for it. what were people thinking beyond "it's really hot. three hours of air conditioning, yes!" ??? also, Leo DiCaprio, ratfaced.

EDITED TO ADD: ya'll are right, it came out in the US in December. now i really don't understand.
ironymaiden: (waiting)
mostly here to say i'm alive. i want to say that the dental drama is at an end. i now have a temp filling in place, and lots of angry gum swelling. (i'll not get into more detail although i'm starting to wonder if i should have a teeth icon.) i think i like my dentist. he's good at the work, really steady and gentle, but not good at small talk. part of me appreciates that.

i think it's been sapping my energy. i spend a lot of time lolling around and feeling stupid even without the drugs. C says he could see a change in me as of last night. i hope so.

meanwhile, we caught The Long Goodbye at SIFF Cinema. an odd bookend to the noir festival, it's sort of anti-noir, anti-detective. i enjoyed it, especially touches like the long opening scene with Marlowe trying to get the right food for his cat. (alas, not a feature of the book.) Altman decided that the plot wasn't important; it isn't exactly what i want from a detective movie, and for once i wish i had been spoiled on that before i started watching. there's a nice bit on wikipedia about just that and how they were more successful once they changed the marketing to reflect the film's real attitude. C and i still talk about it now and again. a plus. still, the more i think about it, the more i think the structure is weak and the ending not well-motivated. Roger Ebert's analysis is notable.

as part of the lolling, C and i rented Rome from Scarecrow. we're watching a couple episodes a night, doing a lot of pausing and looking stuff up online and around the house when we have questions about the history because we're that kind of nerd. (while it's like watching Titanic* since we know the big stuff that will happen, the journey is what the show is about.) so far, i'm digging it, although i'm starting to feel like the sex is gratuitous even though i'm generally pleased with it being a natural part of storytelling. (anyone else get a "because we can!" vibe from HBO shows? maybe it's just me.) we inadvertently timed it so that we will finish season one shortly before the season two dvds come out. (this show is dead, [livejournal.com profile] buhrger - watch at will.)

looking forward to going to a Tufte seminar next week and being more social and less dopey.

*Titanic, the most expensive chick flick ever. so many great true stories to tell, and we have to paste on a completely lame love story. the effects did *not* make up for it. what were people thinking beyond "it's really hot. three hours of air conditioning, yes!" ??? also, Leo DiCaprio, ratfaced.

EDITED TO ADD: ya'll are right, it came out in the US in December. now i really don't understand.
ironymaiden: (bored now)
i'm done with being sick. beyond done. the congestion doesn't stop. the mostly tasteless food is a fine appetite suppressant, but i would like my hearing and balance back. (and i just discovered a gob of mucus, most likely escaped from an overfull tissue, on my keyboard. gross.) i hope it's not allergies; benadryl is the most effective for me but it also puts me right to sleep.

many pleasures recently - rhythm festival, [livejournal.com profile] shadow_and_veil's badass birthday, new season of Doctor Who, seeing [livejournal.com profile] buhrger, starting grilling season, losing some weight.

worried about memorizing my music for the upcoming chorus concerts. concerned for friends who have lost dear ones recently.

i'm still pretty fragile physically, so i haven't been going to yoga. can't lift my own weight, can't stand to hang my head below waist level. this makes me cranky and antsy; i'm glad (i think) that i seem to have developed a dependency, but frustrated that i'm surely losing ground with this idleness.

i'm reading more hard sf recently. gods, i'd missed it. the only problem is that Big Ideas aren't always suited to reading in snatches on the bus. i feel like i need to reread Blindsight on vacation without interruptions. it's tough to read a novel where the POV character is a disinterested observer whose job is to stay out of the action. it's a fun read for anyone who is into neurology, linguistics, and first contact stories. the library should be bringing me more Watts soon, along with Kage Baker and Charlie Stross. (while Watts and Stross make most of their work available online under CC, that would mean reading it on the screen. i can't take reading books online.)

and now for a really hot shower.
ironymaiden: (bored now)
i'm done with being sick. beyond done. the congestion doesn't stop. the mostly tasteless food is a fine appetite suppressant, but i would like my hearing and balance back. (and i just discovered a gob of mucus, most likely escaped from an overfull tissue, on my keyboard. gross.) i hope it's not allergies; benadryl is the most effective for me but it also puts me right to sleep.

many pleasures recently - rhythm festival, [livejournal.com profile] shadow_and_veil's badass birthday, new season of Doctor Who, seeing [livejournal.com profile] buhrger, starting grilling season, losing some weight.

worried about memorizing my music for the upcoming chorus concerts. concerned for friends who have lost dear ones recently.

i'm still pretty fragile physically, so i haven't been going to yoga. can't lift my own weight, can't stand to hang my head below waist level. this makes me cranky and antsy; i'm glad (i think) that i seem to have developed a dependency, but frustrated that i'm surely losing ground with this idleness.

i'm reading more hard sf recently. gods, i'd missed it. the only problem is that Big Ideas aren't always suited to reading in snatches on the bus. i feel like i need to reread Blindsight on vacation without interruptions. it's tough to read a novel where the POV character is a disinterested observer whose job is to stay out of the action. it's a fun read for anyone who is into neurology, linguistics, and first contact stories. the library should be bringing me more Watts soon, along with Kage Baker and Charlie Stross. (while Watts and Stross make most of their work available online under CC, that would mean reading it on the screen. i can't take reading books online.)

and now for a really hot shower.
ironymaiden: (dandelion)
as much as i love living in the city, i am completely over finding dog shit in the median in front of my house. it can stop any time now.

also, the northwest appears to grow something that my body thinks is ragweed, although the internet says this region doesn't really have a season. the pollen isn't the issue - my siblings and i have a mild contact allergy. i'm still feeling itchy from mowing the lawn.

Roundup is proof that the gods love me and want me to be happy. (if you would like to lecture me about killing weeds with chemicals, you are welcome to come over and pull the dandelions throughout the summer. i will supply you with cold beverages.) hopefully tomorrow i will get time to either work on the flower beds or patch the holes in the back yard.

off to shower and fix the broken plant hook on the front porch for the hanging basket.
ironymaiden: (dandelion)
as much as i love living in the city, i am completely over finding dog shit in the median in front of my house. it can stop any time now.

also, the northwest appears to grow something that my body thinks is ragweed, although the internet says this region doesn't really have a season. the pollen isn't the issue - my siblings and i have a mild contact allergy. i'm still feeling itchy from mowing the lawn.

Roundup is proof that the gods love me and want me to be happy. (if you would like to lecture me about killing weeds with chemicals, you are welcome to come over and pull the dandelions throughout the summer. i will supply you with cold beverages.) hopefully tomorrow i will get time to either work on the flower beds or patch the holes in the back yard.

off to shower and fix the broken plant hook on the front porch for the hanging basket.

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