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( Gaeilge )

Fuck relative clauses in the eye with a stick. Ugh.

But I finished my Tetsuo cloak last night! All but for the bottom hems, which don't actually need to be done considering the cloak is supposed to be in somewhat ragged condition anyway. I might redo one seam that was the last to be done last night, mostly because I kind of half-assed that one. I was tired and I just thought of putting it there, since I've been making this up since I finished the body of the cloak. There isn't exactly a pattern for a Tetsuo cloak, and I didn't entirely want to just do a rectangle of fabric, I wanted something a little more put together. But I can unpick that later and tack it down properly and re-sew it properly, so. And then lower edge hems! And. That's it.

Today, god, I need to fucking finish drafting Gods and Monsters, but that seems to be the usual Tuesday refrain. Once I get these costumes done maybe that'll be less of a Tuesday refrain and more of a Monday or even a Sunday refrain? Anyway, tonight's project is sewing the other cape, my Huntress cape, just getting the body done and then edging it with white later. And, heh, we'll see how long it ends up being. I swear I chopped length off the Tetsuo cape and somehow it ended up floor length anyway. Well, slightly above floor length once I'm done hemming it. But still. Goddamn.

So, that's tonight, actually most of the Huntress costume is this week except for little bits of other costumes that I'm finishing this week and holy hell this might even be mostly done by early next month. Bloody hell. Still boggled.

Not much new on other fronts, though. Exercise continues, writing continues, gardening continues. Poking and analyzing things continues. Languages continue, though not much of them yesterday on account of there was afternoon migraine. Hopefully today will be less migrainey and more productivey.

I've also been watching Orphan Black. I have Thoughts on Orphan Black, most of which amounts to "oh, hey, this really is good" and "oh you MOTHERFUCKERS" but that will wait till another time.

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( I think at this point the Russian comes with general trigger warnings )

Yes, today's Russian is relevant to life. No, I don't want to talk about it. There's not much to tell anyway, but. Nngh.

On the plus side, the Gods and Monsters is chugging right along. Not that, given this section, I had much doubt that it would once I sat down and wrote it, but it's nice to have that confirmation? On the minus side work also turns out to be busy today so who knows when I'll have time to sit and let it chug. Blargh. Maybe dinner will happen/get made quickly tonight and then I can sit down and chunk some out for a bit. I did finish my next Haven episode last night, which is three weeks ahead. At the rate we're working, things might happen that I can't talk about because wrath, high atop, etc.

The more this Snowden shit goes on, the more I want to see proof of life presence in whatever country claims to have him at the moment. Why no, I don't believe that Russia has him or in any way can control whether or not he's extradited on account of they probably don't know where the fuck he is either. I was severely skeptical when it was announced, apparently from him, that he would be on a plane to Moscow. But it turns out he was never on that plane, and now he's in the wind. And the more power to him. I can't say I'm surprised at the extent of the government surveillance, and in some cases I'm not even sure I can argue that it's illegal, depending. But some fucking transparency, please. And/or organization. A lot of the people I know already expect they're being spied upon anyway, but... sigh. Fucksake, everyone. Also, casting that wide of a surveillance net? Means fucking nothing unless you have the personnel with the skills to process it all. Which I bet they don't.

ANYway. On other lines that won't get me black bagged or something. Um. I seem to be having one of those days where I like how I look in the mirror (apart from my apparent inability to do eye makeup. Again. Oops.), I'm discovering I can eat a dinner of pasta and two sizable scoops of grasshopper oreo ice cream and not freak out on the daily weighing the next morning. Obviously, things would be different if I were eating two large scoops of ice cream every night, but somewhere along the line there's been a happy confluence of I'm exercising enough that I've built up enough muscle to handle a greater food intake than I would be able to otherwise (say, if I really were trying to get down to 130 pounds or 110 pounds or whatever I'm supposed to be at at five-foot-nothing), I've gotten into the kind of food habits where the slips I make (big bowl of ice cream, brownie a la mode, pot of fondue all to myself) are minor and have minor effects and are few and far between, and perhaps most importantly, the number on the scale is a source of information, not overwhelming fear and dread and self-hatred. I've been hovering around 12 pounds lighter than I was at the start of the secular year, by now, and I've gotten to the point where if I take three weeks off I can still do 25 push-ups when I get back to real exercising. This is awesome.

And, you know, on the minus side I spent the better part of last week aching from some part of my body. Usually my upper arms, thighs, or core. I couldn't cough or sneeze or hiccup without it hurting in my abs somewhere. Then I took a weekend, that went away, and after increasing my plank time this morning I wonder if I'm in for more of that. Sigh. The things I do to look good in my costumes. (NB: This is not, of course, the only reason. It may be the catalysing reason, but it is far from the only one.) (Being like the superheroes I dress up as, now, that's a bigger reason.)