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( Russian. This is getting long. (GETTING? you ask.) )

Prepositions will fucking kill me, I swear. So will navigating fucking Dragon*Con. I love the place but it is built around a goddamn maze of hotels with a few satellite hotels, and there is NO GODDAMN MAP. You need a ball of string.

(I kid, of course, but I haven't found the right map I need to get the sentences I might make translating directions into Russian, so I bitch.)

I'm tired already, not sure why. Everything is slowly but steadily making progress, and I don't feel like I want to put anything down just yet or whine because I can't, but I'm really tired. I'm starting to lose track of which thing I need to be working on at any given point if I leave something sit for more than a couple of minutes. It's mildly annoying. But at least I can pick up the threads pretty easily.

So! Okay. I still have to do blog work and re-code my web page for free stories and for-sale stories, plus Gods and Monsters and other blog work this evening. So, that's not so bad. And there's more mending and costuming and things in the next few days, but that seems not so bad for today. I guess the thing to remember, then, is to narrow down my input to one or two data streams at a time right now and just keep plugging away at everything I have to do. One by one, the penguins steal my sanity. Or something.

Crossposts: http://kittydesade.livejournal.com/1124291.html

( Russian! )

Arrrgh I'm having one of those No One Cares days again. ALREADY. I did not need this shit, I have work to do. Seeing "Oh look another episode of Night Vale" on my tumblr dash isn't helping, either. Bye bye, Tumblr. I can't be having with any of this shit today, no pity nor poking, I have work to do.

Okay, so. By the numbers then. Gods and Monsters went out today, I could do more work promoting it so I don't whine so much about how no one cares but I have other shit to do, so, later, maybe. I need to get two chapters of Gods and Monsters written this week so I'm not struggling to keep up after D*C. I need to code this week's chapter, that's pretty easy. I have How To Train Your Dragon tweet-along tonight, that should be good for getting at least the wig finished, maybe the Huntress costume to stitch back down and figure out if/how I can improve that white stripe towards the bottom. Ugh. And I should pin Faye Valentine, though pinning is probably all I'll get done during the movie. After that, for tasks to be fit in whenever I have time, hooks and eyes need to be bought and sewn at least to the Huntress cloak. I thought there was something else I needed to sew it to, but I can't remember now. And... no, there's more to do, but I just need to make sure it's on the list, not do it tonight. I need to make Huntress's belt, remake Silk Spectre and Cheetara's entire costume STILL, that's on the list for this weekend. Actually this weekend should be nothing but writing work and blog work and Cheetara/Silk Spectre.

WRITING WORK. Oh dear god. It's not even a list I have to keep other than in my head right now, it mostly consists of format and read over Black Ice, promo copy for Black Ice, set it up for publication. Kink Bingo and Gods and Monsters and Sandborn and blogwork but there is SO MUCH OF IT. It's actually a minor miracle I haven't gotten tired of either Black Ice or Gods and Monsters by now. I've hit the point of "oh god no one cares about this shit but me," but I haven't gotten tired of it yet. That's a good sign, right?

Head spinning. Too many damn things to do, not enough time. If I could take another week off of work maybe I could get everything done but, no, day job. Which means the next three weeks plus need to be scheduled extra efficiently and argh. Frustrated. Tired. Nowhere to go but to keep moving and fail better.

Crossposts: http://kittydesade.livejournal.com/1123177.html

( Russian. )

No, Jag, you will at least do your corrections on your goddamn Russian before you pick up your knitting, your fanfic, or any other such thing. We work before we play.

(Though sometimes it's really tempting to do something else and put off Russian till the end of time.)

The fun thing is, knitting is my day job work today. Most of what can be done for the rest of it has been done, and we have a new yarn in that needs a sample done up of it, and since most of the knitters here are either not here or arthritic, I get to knit the sample! Yay!

Deep breaths, self. Yes, Dragon*Con is in a month or less. Yes, you haven't lost ALL the weight you wanted to. You know what? You lost most of it. And you toned the hell up. And your costumes are almost done. So deep breath, do your morning exercises like you've been doing, start knocking down those little mending and taking in and tailoring tasks one at a time. Keep moving. Keep an eye on your energy levels and keep getting a full night's sleep rather than panicking. You can do this.

Seriously, I've hit the point where my brain is running around shrieking about all the things I haven't done and my costume is going to suck and I'm not Batman Geek enough to be Huntress and what the hell am I even doing. This is unhelpful, brain. Especially when, yes, I do have a list of small costuming tasks I could be doing, and I can do them in pieces when I'm home. Shut the fuck up.

Weasels. Sweartogod.

I don't have anything else for you, I'm sorry. My life for the next month is going to be an endless cycle of routines, writing, and logistics for Dragon*Con. Minor logistics for scheduling and friends time and minor logistics for costumes. And gifts, for that matter. Hopefully there will be further updates as I have further successes. At least, I hope for successes! Still moderately freaking out about how I look in spandex. Fucksake, weasels, go away and leave me alone. I have work to do.

Crossposts: http://kittydesade.livejournal.com/1122717.html

( Russian: Still with emergency conversations no one wants to have )

In the interests of maintaining routines, Russian, even though I still have a crapton of writing things to do. Even if it's only four lines. Argh. I still need to do corrections, too.

So, okay, the order of operations for this afternoon will be: 1/2 hour or so of RoundUp on the front walk because god knows I don't have time to do much weeding otherwise. Then poking around for dinner. Then sitting down in the office and mainlining through a big chunk of Person of Interest so that's out of the way, and then I may have more of Pope and Falling Skies. Because reasons. And we work before we play.

I did get at least the meta tags fixed on my web page and most of Gods and Monsters coded and up. I did not get the writing done that I wanted to because the internet crapped out on me for a couple of hours, but hey, at least some work got done? Enough to be going on with, at any rate. And I still feel better about my writing and my progress than I did last night, which is a major plus. I'd feel good enough to be going on with writing tonight if I didn't have a pile of blogwork to do. Which, that's okay, too. I need to get back into that analytical habit.

Crossposts: http://kittydesade.livejournal.com/1121953.html

( Russian: still triggery )

DEFINITELY need to start copying that over to a notebook and starting a new list. I'd say I'll do that tonight but I already have a stupidly long list of things I want to do tonight.

But I did at least get most of my web page for Black Ice coded, bar the graphics. And, you know, the actual text. So it's coded but nowhere near finished yet, but at least it's coded and I know how it's going. And I'm surprisingly more comfortable with it than I thought I would be. Give it time, I'm sure I'll soon be convinced it sucks.

My friend April had a good idea I figured I'd run by alloy'all, once I get 'about' posts up on my blog for Sandborn and Black Ice so the tumblr posts have somewhere to link back to, what do you think of me trolling DeviantArt for art that I think is in the spirit of those works and tumblr'ing it with credit/linkback to the artists? Good promotional tool? Bad one? Yes/no/what the fuck Jag?

My mind is spinning around in circles. I think I'm doing a better job than I used to be capable of at corraling it and making it be productive, but still. Circles. I have so much that I want to get done and it feels like it all has to be done now and it's driving me bonkers. Exhibit A: this list of things that I want to do tonight. Bonkers, I tell you. Of course what's probably going to end up happening is all the writing stuff will be opened and all the other stuff will happen in between the writing stuff as I hit snarls in my brain for the writing. I'm sure that made English sense somewhere.

1. ~~Spinning~~
2. Pick up in patio
3. Sew mended places in jeans (1/4)
4. Kink Bingo
5. ~~Finish Pacific Rim fanfic~~
6. Gods and Monsters
7. Blog posts for soundtracks and other stuff
8. ~~Pay bills~~
9. Edit Blood in the Gutters

On the plus side, we seem to have a new computer for the boy (whose laptop is dying a screaming painful death) so, at least I'll have my netbook and it won't get constantly stolen every time my back is turned. I have no idea what I'm doing about dinner, though. ARGH.

Crossposts: http://kittydesade.livejournal.com/1120694.html

( Russian: Still about potentially traumatizing things )

At some point I'm just going to stick all that in a doc and start over again. That's getting really big almost to the point of being unwieldy.

So, today wasn't that bad at work! Despite the bizarre feeling like I just got out of vacation: No, I went to work Friday, I had a weekend, and now I'm back to work on a Monday like always. It's still weird, though.

There's stuff I keep meaning to talk about, as far as current writing projects go, and I keep running into the wall of don't say anything, be quiet, no one wants to hear it. You're not supposed to be loud. You're not supposed to advertise yourself. Except that makes no sense whatsoever, because how will people know what I'm working on, and how will they know to get excited and share it if I don't tell them? Also, fuck this not supposed to say anything good about myself or not be proud of myself shit. I don't know if this is an internalized misogyny thing or just a low self-esteem thing, but argh. It's frustrating.

Right. I suppose I have work to do, and sitting around trying to figure out what to blog about isn't going to get it done. Email first, and then more writing and things. And possibly spinning and shortbread as a reward when I'm done.

Crossposts: http://kittydesade.livejournal.com/1120196.html

( Russian: still horrible, and not in the difficult way )

Keep moving. Do the Russian, do the languages, do the writing. Keep moving. Instead of shark week I've hit shark mode. Keep swimming, don't stop. On the plus side shark mode is not like red queen mode, it's not a constant run, it's just a constant keep moving, even if it's crawling on one's hands and knees.

Speaking of hands and knees, I really need to start in on the kink bingo.

Hopefully this upswing is more of an upswing now that I'm away from boy issues (he is getting taken out behind the coal shed and beaten for SO MANY REASONS RIGHT NOW) and have gotten some goddamn sleep. The lack of sleep is not the boy's fault. The crushing disappointment of yesterday is not entirely the boy's fault, though sleeping through what I thought was our intended dinner and a movie date is. Along with the ants. ... Okay, that's really the extent of his crimes for now, but I still ... he is on my last nerve right now, and I don't have many left. But as far as other things go, I may be stabilizing. I just seem to have hit the point where it takes very little to tip me over. Which means at least one extra hour of sleep, being more careful than usual about not overdosing on cheap sugar and eating balanced meals, and getting my exercise. The more physical components of depression I can alleviate the better.

Yes, I said the D word. For those of you in the cheap seats, SITUATIONAL DEPRESSION. Not the fucking other one. I am not ill with a chronic illness, though if that comes to play I will dolefully murder everyone. I have SITUATIONAL depression. Which is a goddamn head injury. Yes, this is a sore point right now, I have not bitten anyone for it yet, but let's get our terms straight. If for no other reason than chronic/severe/etc, long term forms of depression are treated VERY differently than situational depression. And if anyone tries to treat me for long term depression I will alleviate my situational depression by punching them repeatedly till they go away. Treatments or suggestions for situational depression, on the other hand, are much welcome. Money, gifts, chocolate. Booze. Cabana boys. That sort of thing.

.... Okay, so that button's still there. Good to know. The other possibility is that instead of getting better with sleep and minding my food is that I'm on an upswing and will soonish crash, which will suck. I'm keeping an eye out for that.

Um. Okay, no, I have way too much shit to do. By the numbers: Gods and Monsters by THIS EVENING, edit the fuck out of Blood in the Gutters, two Kink Bingos that I have vaguely planned, and one other thing. Clean house, make the boy finish pinning up my goddamn hem so I can fucking hem that costume and finish Huntress and be done with it, finish weeding/cutting down all the fucking pokeberries and ailanthus. Because they're pissing me off. That's not actually a depression related thing either, they've been pissing me off for a while, I'm just now writing about it 'cause I actually cut down the pokeberry that was in my way this morning. Too much shit to do. At least work is slacking up for a day or so. Oh god, and I have a dentist appointment tomorrow morning. Don't wanna. Might actually bite the hygienist.

Crossposts: http://kittydesade.livejournal.com/1118771.html

( Russian still has triggery things. )

I need a hot shower with steel wool now. The hard part about doing these types of exercises is you have to essentially give testimony and ask questions about various types of assault, so you can both ask the right questions and recognize the answers without having to look in a dictionary too much. And ew.

I would like to declare my deep, abiding, and joyful love for John Scalzi. That is all.

Okay, that isn't entirely all. I'm also amused at how now that he's not the SFWA President any longer he seems to feel much freer to call people out on behaving like a sexist/racist/other-ist asshole, on feeling that such behavior is their given right and if you don't like it too bad you're not thick-skinned enough, etc. Really deeply amused. It also makes me feel like the SFWA needs a Blackstaff, someone whose job it is to say all the shit that the rest of us are thinking, like, "You're being a fucking asshole, shut the fuck up and stop treating people like crap you unmitigated dickcheese." Except really, everyone has that freedom, except possibly elected officials who are expected to behave with a modicum of dignity. And most of them do! And those that don't, I think, are most likely to be part of the problem rather than calling out the problem.

Ugh. This weekend will be all the cleaning all the time, and writing when I'm not cleaning. Which isn't actually as bad as it sounds as long as I stay efficient about it and give myself plenty of sit down and rest time. Costume building can wait. I finally gave in and ordered a couple pairs of the black cargo type pants I was thinking about using for a TRON base, because I haven't come up with anything better, and will wear either a jacket with lightwire over a tank top or a leotard, maybe, with lightwire on it? I can't decide. I feel a bit weird for not going with the spandex/latex-and-light-tape aesthetic. Like I'm an inferior cosplayer. But while I can rock the spandex aesthetic for things like Cheetara and Huntress, I'm not sure I can do it for Tron. At least, not yet. Insufficient lightwire expertise, and I'm just enough of a costume snob to want lightwire or lighttape instead of reflective tape. So, fine, paramilitary Tron it is.

But this weekend, cleaning and writing. Writing and cleaning. And editing. I keep getting closer and closer to releasing this thing into the wild, and I keep freaking out about it. More and more. This is ... I don't know what this is, good thing or bad thing. It's interesting, I'll put it that way.

Crossposts: http://kittydesade.livejournal.com/1118449.html

( Russian still has triggery things. )

Not included in today's Russian: "Who's head do I have to smash? Whose bits do I have to stomp? Whose nose do I have to break?" Because in a crisis that is less than helpful. I think the next chunk of Russian I translate, though, will be a list of offenses so that I can recognize them when other people say them. Or say them myself, should I need to make a police report in Russian for some unknown reason, since I don't plan on traveling to Russia anytime soon.

And if someone wants me to translate this into Spanish/French/German immediately rather than when I have some time, let me know?

I finally finished my freaking white stripe down the black unitard for Huntress! That only took forever and a data figure because I had to figure out that I should probably baste it first, then re-position it after I sewed it at a funny angle. Yay. Still, that's done, which I think means tonight I finish the hem on the Huntress cloak so that's done. Finish the leotard, then all I need is to wait for the shipment of leather to come in to see what we have in purples. If I'm very lucky I can make pouches from that (I tried to make pouches from fabric but they ended up not working as well as I wanted, and I'm feeling too lazy to rebuild) and if not, well, I'll make gloves and pouches and everything from the fabric I have. No biggie. And that's that costume done but for the mask. Which I'm paying someone else to do, so. Yay!

At this rate. I'm much less worried about getting my other costumes built in time for Dragon*Con. That's three costumes I've built this year that will be ready in time, one costume that hasn't changed much in the three or four years, and only two costumes to build over maybe the next couple months. Depending on how I decide to do it. I might cut fabric sometime next week and drag Anna on periodic maybe hour long tours of "and this is how I costume!" :P (Translation: I might baste shit together and make sure it all fits properly while we watch TV.) Anyway. I can live with this!

I feel I should have something pithy or angry to say about what's going on in the world, and in my state, but I can't muster up the energy. I think at this point I have to save it for passing on information and doing other daily life things, and I feel terrible about that, but... there's only so much energy I have. I feel like it's enabling those fucking jackholes to get away with it. But I'm not sure what I can do right now, that I have the energy to do. Maybe I'll write some nasty letters this weekend. It won't stop them from voting our rights to unhindered health care away, but at least the truth will be where it needs to be.

Ugh. To do when I get home, because now I'm dripping wet from going out in the rain to deposit the damn mortgage money, and therefore annoyed and prone to forget things:

1. ~~Pay 2 bills~~
2. At least pin hem of Huntress cloak
3. Edits on G&M
4. Edits on BitG
5. Check in
6. Tickets to brothers of darkland county

I think that's it. If there's anything else, I can write it down when I think of it.

Crossposts: http://kittydesade.livejournal.com/1117935.html

( Русский язык )

And today that's all corrections, a few days' worth of corrections, so. I think that's about all I'm up for today, not because of emotional content (though boy howdy is there a lot in that Russian) but because ow fucking menstrual migraine spiking me above the left eyeball. Fuck that, and everything else menstrual or pre-menstrual pain related. Ow.

Picked up what I think will be the last of the supplies needed for costume stuff this year at work. Somehow, despite having thirty or forty spools of thread at home (literally, I have two freaking sewing boxes full), bright yellow thread is not among them. And hole punches for the leather because, despite having found my rotating hole punch, I'm pretty sure it is crappy rotating hole punch and not suitable for leather. So now I have the kind you bang with a mallet. And I have a fuckton of grommets anyway, so that's not a problem. I have... oh, hey, found my sewing awl. So now that I've found that I think I'll get a couple of the small packs of natural/whiteish waxed linen and try and make a better Silk Spectre belt out of that. Emphasis definitely on try. I think that's it, though. I think, amazing as it is, apart from complete costume rebuilds which may go amazingly or may go disastrously, by the end of this weekend I will be fucking done with costume building. Certainly by the time Anna gets here. How the hell did this happen? How did I end up organized enough for this? How the hell am I going to store everything? (Probably in garment bags. Anyone know where I can get a dozen or so cheap garment bags? They don't have to be the thick plastic, they're not traveling anywhere, just sitting in my closet.)

I feel like I had some more to say here about other stuff, but the second I think I have a long entry about everything something comes along and distracts me and proves me wrong. I know I have a long entry about Orphan Black, but I'm going to save that till after I've finished the series. I will say, though, that the next person who tells me I MUST watch it is getting throatpunched in my imagination. No, I MUST do nothing. You can tell me you adore it, you can tell me you think I'll love it and give reasons, you can tell me you think I'll love it and give no reasons whatsoever, you can gush about the actress (though god that's getting tiresome, can we please remember that many other people are involved in production, too? several of whom I feel haven't been getting the attention they deserve), you can gush about the plot, the mind screw, but don't you fucking tell me I have to watch something. And I'm not meaning "OMG YOU HAVE GOT TO WATCH THIS SHOW" once or twice in the first throes of your enthusiasm, I mean people who say this over and over and over again. No. You do not tell me what I must watch. I like you, I consider you a friend, but fuck you very much, that just makes me want to dig my heels in and tell you it sucks and rip it to shreds on general belligerent principle. And I think people who do that are assholes. So stop making me want to do asshole things by telling me what I have to do. Argh. I'll start telling you you HAVE to watch the last season of Heroes, and no one wants that.

Ahem. So, well, I guess that's a paragraph I don't have to write later when I talk about Orphan Black! Writing is happening. More writing would have happened today if I hadn't gotten the headache from hell and spent some time passed out on my shipping cart. And then tonight when I get home there will be making pasta of some kind, I don't have any meat defrosted but I do have a number of pasta sauces and noodles, two of which should correspond nicely, and then there will be the last chunk of Orphan Black and cutting fabric and sewing fabric and then I will have pouches for Huntress and it will be glorious. Yesh. I have a plan. It's better than a gesture.

( 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.)

Crossposts: http://kittydesade.livejournal.com/1115894.html

( Русский язык )

Well. That was fun. And by fun I mean I'm so, so fucking tired of being a woman in a world that traditionally hates, loathes, and mistreats women. On the plus side, even if it's a morbid plus side, if I memorize this in Russian and German and maybe a couple other languages, I can be more helpful in an emergency?

And part of this was started by yet another post by another woman talking about how she is pushed on by men every day, and another part of this was surprisingly inspired by Kickstarter apologizing and making some pretty decent reparations, including a donation to RAINN that almost doubled what the guy got on his Kickstarter. It's definitely a start, and I appreciate that they did the donating thing unprompted and as part of the initial apology; far too often the donation comes after someone apologizes. And it looks like a real apology, too, so. Yay!

God, that fucking guy. I'm assuming you all have heard of this. ( Cutting for those of you who, like me, might be weary of all the misogyny in the world. )

Here, have some song lyrics so you can scroll down past the cut text without seeing it.

o/~ When we grow up will I be pretty
Will you be big and strong
Will I wear dresses that show off my knees
Will you wear trousers twice as long
Well I don't care if I'm pretty at all
And I don't care if you never get tall
I like what I look like, and you're nice small
We don't have to change at all

When we grow up will I be a lady
Will you be an engineer
If I have to wear things like perfume and gloves
I can still pull the whistle while you steer
Well I don't care if I'm pretty at all
And I don't care if you never get tall
I like what I look like, and you're nice small
We don't have to change at all

When I grow up I'm gonna be happy
And do what I like to do
Like making noise! And making faces.
And making friends like you.
And when we grow up do you think we'll see
That I'm still like you and you're still like me
I might be pretty, you might grow tall
But we don't have to change at all

I don't wanna change, see, 'cause I still wanna be your friend. For ever and ever and ever and ever...o/~

And now we feel better. Okay, Free to Be You And Me always makes me feel better anyway.

Slowly ripping this sleeve off for building things, and it's making me realize I'm going to need to attach straps to it somehow. Oops. Straps that can go under my arm and maybe around my neck, I need the internet to help me, I think, so that this sleeve that's suddenly going to be very heavy can stay hooked onto me and not fall off. First, though, I need to see what the shape of the sleeve will be when I'm starting out with it. Argh. I'm nervous and I really want this to work because otherwise I have no idea what I'm going to do. I mean, okay, I do, I'll just do the t-shirt and jeans and cape and do some seriously strung out looking makeup and that'll be it, but still argh! I'm really nervous and I want this to work, okay? Okay.

Well, at least I won't have long to wait to find out if this works or not. There's time blocked out for it this weekend. Tomorrow, actually. So! Progress on all the costumes, it's happening!

Crossposts: http://kittydesade.livejournal.com/1115047.html

( Русский язык )

Fucking Russian goddammit. Today's been weirdly not so much busy but chaotic. And that Russian's definitely going to need to be memorized or something, but hell, it's worth memorizing. If I can remember that in a crisis it might help someone to hear a (poorly pronounced) familiar language.

I'm having one of those weird days or moments where I want to costume all the things, and yet I went on tumblr and looked at the Huntress tag there and am simultaneously having a fit of augh everyone's costume is better than mine! And, okay, in at least one of those photos it's professionally retouched and in one of them it's taken by a professional photographer, but argh! Not to mention the fact that I'm at the lowest weight I've been in in maybe four years or so? And I'd like to drop another five pounds before Dragon*Con, and I've been doing some more toning exercises as prep and so I really hope that not only do I look good because my costumes are good, but I also look good because I am looking good and healthy, too. Yes, here I'm using 'good' to mean 'fit, muscled, toned', maybe not big budget movie I spent six hours a day for four months training to do this, but good. So, yeah. There is simultaneous freaking out and enthusiasm. I'm not sure my emotions can keep up with this.

On the plus side, for Huntress I'm also doing the full bodysuit one rather than the cut-out leotard one. I might someday have the courage to do the cut-out leotard one, but it is not this day nor this Dragon*Con. ... I take that back, I will totally someday have the courage to do the cut-out leotard one, I just don't have the damn time.

I am, however, I have to say, pleased with the way the scheduling for my costuming seems to have worked out. The bulk of everything should be done in the next 10 days or so, at which point I'll re-evaluate what I have as far as costume pieces, check things off on the list, etc. If I can just keep from putting things off out of panic, I'll be great. It's that putting things off out of panic that gets me every year, really. Here's to this year being different.

Crossposts: http://kittydesade.livejournal.com/1114393.html

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I really, really need to get better about tagging all of my language posts. At least now I sort of have a tag for emergency vocab for my various languages, but ugh. I know I've done some of these before. Still. Repetition, etc. It's good for me. And maybe someday if I'm really, really bored I'll go back and tag everything properly. (I'll never be that bored. Or out of stuff to do.)

We will now have a brief moment so I can stare at the latest news about the Taliban and disbelieve it as hard as I can. I mean, I do believe it's happening, I just don't believe in anyone's sincerity.

Oh, and in other I can't believe this is news, news? A GOP Congressman wants to ban abortion to save the masturbating fetuses. I can't believe it's not the Onion.

Ahem. Um! Well, no, I did start in on Gods and Monsters, and that's actually going well enough that if work continues to be nice to me I'm not even going to finish that sentence. Wrath high atop the thing and all that. I started this week's Gods and Monsters and it's going well. Put it that way. Which would be nice for my schedule, which has grown immensely tight. Ugh. Despite this I feel surprisingly strong, upbeat, and generally capable of Doing Shit, but oh god the list of things I need to do over the next couple months. Not getting any shorter. Which probably means I should stop dicking around on here and go do some of that, yes? Yes.