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Feb. 18th, 2019 07:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeAs if my personal spending isn't ridiculous enough these days, my brain decided to nag me about not having enough varieties of boots to wear. I have four pairs of Fryes, for the record, two pairs of fancy heels of indeterminate reputation, and two pairs of fancy heeled sandals that I can barely walk in, but the point is I have six pairs of boots to wear and my brain can calm down. To appears this part of my brain I went on Poshmark, where I did in fact find Fryes in my tinyass foot size ... for $30. For perspective my boots which are the same style in a different color cost, new, $258. Fryes, and I'm sure there are other boot companies but I don't know them, are my way of defeating Vimes' Boots theory of SocioEconomic Unfairness: I buy them in a couple different styles, right now I have two for work and two for fashion, and then they last for the next 40-50 years and if I can't buy another pair of shoes for that time, I'll be okay.
Anyway. No, brain, we have sparkles and bookshelf wood to buy. Shut the fuck up. (And it turns out those sold in the time it took me to get home and start writing this anyway. Ah well, I'll take a look the next time I have cash to spare.)
I've started watching The Expanse. I'm considering reading the books too, I think the boy has them and even if I can't borrow them on my own Kindle I can just borrow his Kindle when he's not at work. The TV show is all right, I wouldn't evangelize it but it's entertaining even if Thomas Jane is so generic white guy he makes everyone else stick in the memory like a generic white guy too. Also I have no idea why they decided to light everything in shades of blue and gray but holy shit you'd think in the twenty or so years since the X-Files someone would have figured out how to light ominous conspiracy sci-fi without making everything dark and washed out. I mean come on.
Steven Strait is in it, which since I used to watch The Covenant pretty repeatedly is a bit of a trip. But he's grown up nice, he's matured, he's gained some chops, I can't speak to his versatility but his depth of character has improved. I don't really know anyone else from anything else but they're all holding up their end.
Today is the last day of guitar practice that I agreed with myself I'd do in order to earn sparkles. But I have a couple more weeks, a little less, until I can use the coupon I got. So I'm going to try to only take two more days off of guitar practice in the month of February at most. I also need to restring the silly thing, looked up restringing a Strat since it didn't look like the customary through the bottom of the bridge that I'm used to, and of course you have to restring it from the back. Ugh. I'm going to bring it in and Elf Lord and I will take Friday, which is usually pretty quiet, to restring the Bastard. Yes, that is my guitar's name. I figure it's appropriate. Especially if it's going to be funky problematic to string.
I'm still resentful that I lost Friday, Saturday, and Sunday as far as writing goes to ... it wasn't really insomnia so much as it was sleep that was not at all restful, that involved lots of fighting in my sleep, even when I went to take a nap on Saturday I was dreaming about judo-throwing people over my head who were trying to stab me. And what the hell. And it was very, very exhausting. And then Sunday when I thought okay, finally I have gotten a decent night's sleep, I think my brain is reset properly, I can get work done, could I get work done? Could I, bollocks. So annoyed. So very.
So it goes. I've been practicing guitar, I'm re-establishing my punk aesthetic, I'm working on keeping track of my clothes and what I wear most often and once I get the sparkles and the bookshelves clear I will, I think, work on putting money to wardrobe. And to savings for DragonCon of course. The bass guitar, I think I have a general price point on so I have an idea how much I need for that, and it won't be a too large percentage of my birthday money. Go me.
OH HEY BUT THE LUCIFER DVDS THE BOY GOT ME FOR VALENTINE'S DAY CAME SO NOW I CAN MAKE LUCIFER ICONS. Mua ha ha ha ha.
Anyway. No, brain, we have sparkles and bookshelf wood to buy. Shut the fuck up. (And it turns out those sold in the time it took me to get home and start writing this anyway. Ah well, I'll take a look the next time I have cash to spare.)
I've started watching The Expanse. I'm considering reading the books too, I think the boy has them and even if I can't borrow them on my own Kindle I can just borrow his Kindle when he's not at work. The TV show is all right, I wouldn't evangelize it but it's entertaining even if Thomas Jane is so generic white guy he makes everyone else stick in the memory like a generic white guy too. Also I have no idea why they decided to light everything in shades of blue and gray but holy shit you'd think in the twenty or so years since the X-Files someone would have figured out how to light ominous conspiracy sci-fi without making everything dark and washed out. I mean come on.
Steven Strait is in it, which since I used to watch The Covenant pretty repeatedly is a bit of a trip. But he's grown up nice, he's matured, he's gained some chops, I can't speak to his versatility but his depth of character has improved. I don't really know anyone else from anything else but they're all holding up their end.
Today is the last day of guitar practice that I agreed with myself I'd do in order to earn sparkles. But I have a couple more weeks, a little less, until I can use the coupon I got. So I'm going to try to only take two more days off of guitar practice in the month of February at most. I also need to restring the silly thing, looked up restringing a Strat since it didn't look like the customary through the bottom of the bridge that I'm used to, and of course you have to restring it from the back. Ugh. I'm going to bring it in and Elf Lord and I will take Friday, which is usually pretty quiet, to restring the Bastard. Yes, that is my guitar's name. I figure it's appropriate. Especially if it's going to be funky problematic to string.
I'm still resentful that I lost Friday, Saturday, and Sunday as far as writing goes to ... it wasn't really insomnia so much as it was sleep that was not at all restful, that involved lots of fighting in my sleep, even when I went to take a nap on Saturday I was dreaming about judo-throwing people over my head who were trying to stab me. And what the hell. And it was very, very exhausting. And then Sunday when I thought okay, finally I have gotten a decent night's sleep, I think my brain is reset properly, I can get work done, could I get work done? Could I, bollocks. So annoyed. So very.
So it goes. I've been practicing guitar, I'm re-establishing my punk aesthetic, I'm working on keeping track of my clothes and what I wear most often and once I get the sparkles and the bookshelves clear I will, I think, work on putting money to wardrobe. And to savings for DragonCon of course. The bass guitar, I think I have a general price point on so I have an idea how much I need for that, and it won't be a too large percentage of my birthday money. Go me.
OH HEY BUT THE LUCIFER DVDS THE BOY GOT ME FOR VALENTINE'S DAY CAME SO NOW I CAN MAKE LUCIFER ICONS. Mua ha ha ha ha.