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Jun. 27th, 2013 07:27 am( Gaeilge )
So, okay. Yesterday was a rollercoaster both nationally and personally. I thought I'd been doing all right with the weight stuff? And then I take my measurements and find out not so much. This morning, though, I took my measurements again without clothes and taking into account some degree of period bloat, and it was better. Two inches down from where I used to be! Still not quite down to where I want to get to, but possibly that's period bloat and if not, I'm not down on the scale to where I want to be either, so there's progress to be made, but some progress has been made, and that's what's important.
And then I get in to work and find out that DOMA has been struck down and Prop 8 has been rendered moot? No one who has legal standing has been found to defend it, so that goes away hopefully soon if they don't try any more legal tricks. I don't know what else they can try since lower courts found the Proposition unconstitutional. There was also some question about whether the precedent set by this decision could be used to invalidate other, less odious ballots, which is a valid worry, but I think the wording of the decision means it's not that simple? I think. There's some indication that some of the Supreme Court Justices wanted Prop 8 ruled invalid on other grounds than standing, but... hell, I don't know, I'm not a legal scholar. And all of that is nice and all, but doesn't erase the fact that it got a hell of a lot easier for people to make a whole new set of Jim Crow laws and disenfranchise whole swaths of people. The fuckers.
Tired. My costuming's been set back a couple days since it turned out my Singer featherweight, while awesome in many ways, was not so good at sewing the spandexy material I was using for my Huntress cape. So that didn't get sewn, but maybe tomorrow night? Tonight is for sewing pouches, which will be nice and simple and full of purple. While I'm doing that I might even try to sew the belts together, and if I can do that and hand-sew the zipper today and tomorrow while I'm at work, I should be in really good shape, actually. So, okay, not too much of a setback. And then this weekend is for costume rebuild, at least in theory.
This morning, though, is for finishing up the last couple edits on G&M and posting it. I did a lot of the edits last night, I think, before exhaustion took over. I don't know, I don't think I actually am losing ground in all the places I want to be as much as I think I am. It just feels that way because cramp and bloating and PMS. Or during-MS. In time, and with finishing projects, this too shall pass.
So, okay. Yesterday was a rollercoaster both nationally and personally. I thought I'd been doing all right with the weight stuff? And then I take my measurements and find out not so much. This morning, though, I took my measurements again without clothes and taking into account some degree of period bloat, and it was better. Two inches down from where I used to be! Still not quite down to where I want to get to, but possibly that's period bloat and if not, I'm not down on the scale to where I want to be either, so there's progress to be made, but some progress has been made, and that's what's important.
And then I get in to work and find out that DOMA has been struck down and Prop 8 has been rendered moot? No one who has legal standing has been found to defend it, so that goes away hopefully soon if they don't try any more legal tricks. I don't know what else they can try since lower courts found the Proposition unconstitutional. There was also some question about whether the precedent set by this decision could be used to invalidate other, less odious ballots, which is a valid worry, but I think the wording of the decision means it's not that simple? I think. There's some indication that some of the Supreme Court Justices wanted Prop 8 ruled invalid on other grounds than standing, but... hell, I don't know, I'm not a legal scholar. And all of that is nice and all, but doesn't erase the fact that it got a hell of a lot easier for people to make a whole new set of Jim Crow laws and disenfranchise whole swaths of people. The fuckers.
Tired. My costuming's been set back a couple days since it turned out my Singer featherweight, while awesome in many ways, was not so good at sewing the spandexy material I was using for my Huntress cape. So that didn't get sewn, but maybe tomorrow night? Tonight is for sewing pouches, which will be nice and simple and full of purple. While I'm doing that I might even try to sew the belts together, and if I can do that and hand-sew the zipper today and tomorrow while I'm at work, I should be in really good shape, actually. So, okay, not too much of a setback. And then this weekend is for costume rebuild, at least in theory.
This morning, though, is for finishing up the last couple edits on G&M and posting it. I did a lot of the edits last night, I think, before exhaustion took over. I don't know, I don't think I actually am losing ground in all the places I want to be as much as I think I am. It just feels that way because cramp and bloating and PMS. Or during-MS. In time, and with finishing projects, this too shall pass.
