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Jul. 5th, 2016 11:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeA quick scene from drawing practice today:
Me: Fuck I fucked up the eye fuck I am fucking this up I can't do faces fuuuuuu
My Inner Steve Rogers: That's what they make erasers for, you know.
Me: Smartass.
Steve: Not that one, the other one. The tiny stick eraser you got specifically for that purpose?
Me: And it is one of the best purchases I have ever made. *erases*
Me: *breathes* Okay. Now what...
Steve: Now you try again. Erase it if it doesn't look right, remember, you've got the precision eraser. We didn't have toys that cool when I was practicing.
Me: Again with the smartass.
Steve: I'm literally a figment of your imagination so technically you're the smartass.
Me: I hate you.
The fun part about being me is still having different conversations in myself in different voices according to who is most expert at a particular thing at any given time. Or one or two childhood imaginary friends for all purposes. This is, I've discovered, an especially helpful technique for drawing when I'm most likely to throw the notebook across the room and go FUCKIT I WILL NEVER BE GOOD AT THIS I SHOULD HAVE STAYED QUIT.
(Also let's face it, Steve Rogers as a cheerleader is the best ever, not only because he's genuine and sincere but also Steve Rogers in cheerleading spandex is the first part of him being Captain America in TFA.)
So grumpy. The fireworks weren't fucking quit at one in the morning, and it wasn't the city or park displays either, this was people setting them off like assholes in their backyard. At one in the morning. Near my house. I swear to god next time if this happens I'm calling the cops non emergency line and seeing if they can just send a car to cruise up and down the street and remind people that most people go to fucking bed at night. The boy works nights and even he knows to respect other people's fucking sleep.
Trump continues to fucking scare me, at this point, not even Trump, but what he represents in making it permissible to be a hateful bigoted asshole. The only part of me that isn't subject to that bullshit is the fact that I am cis. Literally, that's it. My ciswomanhood is acceptable but my womanhood, my bisexuality, my Judaism or paganism, my Latina blood, um. I wear pants. This is not acceptable. And people are feeling more and more free to hate on what's different with various shades of violence. Twitch.
But in funnier news, someone applied the it's got anxiety meme to Civil War with "You've fucked up a perfectly good Captain America movie is what you did, look at it, it's got Iron Man." Never a truer word spoken about that movie. And I actually enjoyed it more than I thought I would. Although there was no much deserved hug. I demand my hug in the deleteds.
I'm inexplicably keeping up on Nano. Well, more explicably, this story just about writes itself even translating it to a modern science fiction ish setting. It turns out all the characters are just that loud. And between that, actually getting Hindi done this morning, doing some drawing practice and settling a few questions I feel like I'm actually rather on top of things. Somehow. Don't ask me how, I don't know, and I'm going to try doing some blogging as soon as I get home to keep feeling on top of things and not let it all get the better of me. We can do that, can't we, self? Yes? Yes.
(At least we can do that as long as we remember to drink hot leaf juice all this week. Boy my sleep has been shitty lately, and it could be the fireworks? I think I've been sleeping crappy since before the fireworks, although to be fair there's been maybe a two day window between when the pain from various causes stopped and when the fireworks started, so who the fuck knows. I miss my sleep.)
Me: Fuck I fucked up the eye fuck I am fucking this up I can't do faces fuuuuuu
My Inner Steve Rogers: That's what they make erasers for, you know.
Me: Smartass.
Steve: Not that one, the other one. The tiny stick eraser you got specifically for that purpose?
Me: And it is one of the best purchases I have ever made. *erases*
Me: *breathes* Okay. Now what...
Steve: Now you try again. Erase it if it doesn't look right, remember, you've got the precision eraser. We didn't have toys that cool when I was practicing.
Me: Again with the smartass.
Steve: I'm literally a figment of your imagination so technically you're the smartass.
Me: I hate you.
The fun part about being me is still having different conversations in myself in different voices according to who is most expert at a particular thing at any given time. Or one or two childhood imaginary friends for all purposes. This is, I've discovered, an especially helpful technique for drawing when I'm most likely to throw the notebook across the room and go FUCKIT I WILL NEVER BE GOOD AT THIS I SHOULD HAVE STAYED QUIT.
(Also let's face it, Steve Rogers as a cheerleader is the best ever, not only because he's genuine and sincere but also Steve Rogers in cheerleading spandex is the first part of him being Captain America in TFA.)
So grumpy. The fireworks weren't fucking quit at one in the morning, and it wasn't the city or park displays either, this was people setting them off like assholes in their backyard. At one in the morning. Near my house. I swear to god next time if this happens I'm calling the cops non emergency line and seeing if they can just send a car to cruise up and down the street and remind people that most people go to fucking bed at night. The boy works nights and even he knows to respect other people's fucking sleep.
Trump continues to fucking scare me, at this point, not even Trump, but what he represents in making it permissible to be a hateful bigoted asshole. The only part of me that isn't subject to that bullshit is the fact that I am cis. Literally, that's it. My ciswomanhood is acceptable but my womanhood, my bisexuality, my Judaism or paganism, my Latina blood, um. I wear pants. This is not acceptable. And people are feeling more and more free to hate on what's different with various shades of violence. Twitch.
But in funnier news, someone applied the it's got anxiety meme to Civil War with "You've fucked up a perfectly good Captain America movie is what you did, look at it, it's got Iron Man." Never a truer word spoken about that movie. And I actually enjoyed it more than I thought I would. Although there was no much deserved hug. I demand my hug in the deleteds.
I'm inexplicably keeping up on Nano. Well, more explicably, this story just about writes itself even translating it to a modern science fiction ish setting. It turns out all the characters are just that loud. And between that, actually getting Hindi done this morning, doing some drawing practice and settling a few questions I feel like I'm actually rather on top of things. Somehow. Don't ask me how, I don't know, and I'm going to try doing some blogging as soon as I get home to keep feeling on top of things and not let it all get the better of me. We can do that, can't we, self? Yes? Yes.
(At least we can do that as long as we remember to drink hot leaf juice all this week. Boy my sleep has been shitty lately, and it could be the fireworks? I think I've been sleeping crappy since before the fireworks, although to be fair there's been maybe a two day window between when the pain from various causes stopped and when the fireworks started, so who the fuck knows. I miss my sleep.)
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Date: 2016-07-06 06:39 pm (UTC)fireworks suck. <3 sympathies
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Date: 2016-07-06 06:57 pm (UTC)<3 Hopefully it's over now for another year!