Warhead On Legs

( Gaeilge )

Today had better be more with the ability to focus on projects and less with the brain no worky and skittering around all over the place, that's all I'm saying. At least I got a few things coded for the website, but oi.

Still slowly getting things picked up! Slowly but surely. And two of my broccoli plants have bolted because I was too ignorant to know that you're supposed to pick it before it goes all spread-tipped like that. Well, now I know! I really need a book or something that tells me what to do instead of going to five different websites on the internet and then forgetting it all at once. But the rest of it has now been picked and will not bolt and maybe I can get another head off the plant? I have no idea about these things! I'm just happy that I didn't kill everything I put into a pot. The jade is growing pretty well, if slowly, as I'm given to understand it does. The strawberries are continuously putting out new leaves, which is my goal, to keep it alive until I can put it out in a raised bed perhaps towards the patio. And the oregano and basil continue to show their little heads. I plucked some basil leaves and used it in cooking the other night! Rosemary continues to be rosemary, parsley continues to be parsley. Though I definitely need bigger gardening space, so now I can't wait until I have the whole fucking yard to plant in. Raised beds, all of them!

Ahem. Again, statement of intent and for my own reminder, today's work is the Haven Duke-Nathan post, possibly some of the Audrey home profile, and then website coding. Not essays today, probably the rest of the worksheets. Line edits tonight, since it's not my turn at the moment to chew on Reese. Well, line edits and probably writing randomass fanfiction. And I need to remember to check in today, and we'll see what else I get done.

Killed some music weasels last night, too. The problem with ... no, the problem with doing things you're good at for extended periods of time, assuming it's an actual problem and not a problem from a certain point of view, is that when you run into something you really have to work with there's the feeling of oh my god I'm the stupidest person ever for not being able to just do it. Which is what stopped me from doing a lot of things as a kid! It will not fucking stop me from playing guitar now. I have grown some, I have baseball bats and frying pans, and I see you lurking there, weasels. Fuckoff and bother someone else. It's also helpful to discover that I learn things much better, as far as music theory goes, by actually performing them. Lacking a piano I'll have to figure out how to change it to the guitar, but since guitar was the end goal anyway that just cuts out the middle step of ... figuring out how to change it to the guitar.

This weekend or, well, this Saturday will be Valentine's Day instead of Thursday, which means that either I do blog work most of the day Sunday or I organize my damn craft room. Actually it might mean I do both, depending on the boy's sleep schedule. Blog work during the day, cleaning in the morning and early evening. We'll see.

My house is finally fucking starting to take shape! And better still, I'm getting into the good habits of picking things up and putting them away every now and again, in bits and pieces. Which, as big as the house is and as messy as two humans and four cats can be, is a good thing. I may even be starting to get the boy into good habits that way, too. Which would be nice. I love the man, and it's not even that he's in the habit of a dirty house, but my god the clutter. Clean clothes and papers all around his desk. If I had that many papers scattered all around my desk I'd go bugshit. I like to know where my stuff is so I can get to it when I need it.

Hurm. I also need to figure out how I'm going to store everything in my craft room. Which means it's time to go back to looking at DIY storage stuff, preferably stuff I can get ahold of and use easily. Come to me, internets, tell me of your DIY projects!

( Deutsch )

All right. Still this had better not be a bipolar fit, but after lining up the wargs and naming them so Anna could pick them off with frying pans I feel, not so much manic and energized, but heartened and better. So maybe not, maybe just a combination of exhaustion, bad dreams, and worse timing. Now it's a day of what seems to be relatively quiet day job work interspersed with coding, since I got a fair start on the Nathan-Duke essay, and then home for more essay, cooking, and then cleaning. My contribution to game tomorrow will be sopapillas, so at least THAT'S easy to make. I just have to menu plan for the rest of the week.

I would really like to be on a more even emotional keep, and I would say that doesn't look like it's going to happen except it sort of is? As I knock down projects that were weighing on me, most of them with self-imposed deadlines. And I got the DVD shelves put into place last night and some of the DVDs on them, but I think I might insist that that should be our first DIY project. Hammering together some goddamn DVD shelves, because really. The depth of the cheapass shelves that we have right now is perfect for DVDs, the height is also perfect, there's just not enough of them to ... well, no, there's way more DVDs than that shelf can hold. A lot more. But then they also only go halfway up the wall, so there's more than enough room to build them taller and ooh. I should ask the Elf Lord if he wants to help me make that a weekend project in a couple of weeks. He's got the woodshop already downstairs at his place. I can get him the measurements and. Ooh. Okay, there's that solved! And in the meantime I'll just unpack the freaking DVDs as much as I can and then leave the rest in a box. Won't bother to sort them by genre or alphabetize, as long as we can hopefully get to them.

So, yeah, that's most of the downstairs done. Still need to clean up the book nook, wash the damn hutch off (I still have no idea what we're going to put in there. Other than booze. It might be booze.), and put things away in the office, but it's about half done! And I have most of tonight to do the putting shit away part, or nagging the boy to put shit away, and tomorrow to do the scrubbing and cleaning of surfaces part. So. WOOT. This is doable. I swear, self. And my reward for getting the craft room done, since the upstairs is also mostly done, will be a plying head for my Lendrum. Because I have a fucking craft room you guys, it is amazing. I have no idea how this happened. But I will take it.

Watching Being Human has had the odd delayed result of everyone remotely male, white, and dark-haired now looks like Aidan Turner. At least out of the corner of my eye. Andrew fucking Ross looked like Aidan Turner, he had Turner's gormless grin superimposed over his face. I have no idea what the hell my brain is up to, but I guess this is better than telling me I suck?

Oh, hey, there's the upswing. ... wait, no. Dammit, body. Brain. Whatever. Something. No, dammit body, too, because seriously is the OrthoEvra patch supposed to do this? I mean, as long as the PMS isn't standard, I'll take the uberlight cycle. Which is only slightly lighter than normal, I'm usually one heavy day and then light. But eek. What about it, my peeps? Any other experiences?

( Deutsch )

Okay. Weasels slain. At least for the moment, they'll respawn eventually. I've got my day job work done, I'm leaving early again today, I've got tasks lined up for this evening, I can do this. Especially with having gotten some momentum in my Grimm essay. Apart from my transitions I can probably actually do this, and what I might do is just write the individual chunks and then try and smash them together, since writing it straight through isn't going nearly as well as it usually does. Thank Thoth or someone for outlining beforehand.

We got the washer installed today! Now we just need to plug in the dryer and the hard part of that is going to be getting it through the utility room to garage door. Which we then need to put back on its hinges or something. Oops. But, apparently the washer? Was teleported in from the future. I shit you not, I mean, I know it's been a while since I've used a new washer or anything but goddamn. Do these things really need 20-25 settings? Steam wash, delicate wash, bleach wash, pre-wash, child safety wash? I don't know, I only remember a small fraction of them, the boy told me that I have to read the manual before I use it and I actually think he might be right. Which is rather frightening because I've been using a washer and dryer since I was a teenager.

Still, that means I can actually go through clothes, sort them out, do some damn laundry which is good because I was running out of clean clothes, and figure out what needs to get packed up for spring/summer and what needs to get packed up for Goodwill and what needs to get sent upstairs to the craft room. Because I think ultimately I'm going to just make a quilt out of my old t-shirts that I can't bring myself to throw away but that really aren't in decent shape anymore. I do want to re-buy two t-shirts, Good Morning Sinners and Gutter Ballet specifically. Those can both wait, though.

And then when all that's done I can actually, gasp, shock, put clothes in my dresser. What a revolutionary concept! Not quite yet, though. At the moment I can only wash as many clothes as I can hang up to dry, since the dryer didn't get hooked up, since the boy was pretty much home on his own and there was no way he was going to get the dryer into the utility room on his own. That's tomorrow, though. Today... well, there's more than enough work to deal with today.