Warhead On Legs

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Me: Don' wanna.

Sam (Also Me): Well, you have to.

Me: Don't. Shan't.

Sam: What, you want to stay in bed another hour? Skip the park and just do your dance exercises?

Me: Ooh. Yes.

Sam: Well, you can't.

Me: ... yes I can, you're a figment of my imagination, I totally c--

Sam: NO.

Me: Fuck.

But then I did. And I did feel better, and I did my dance exercises and I still felt better and so on and so forth. The skies did not open up on me, I didn't run into anyone's pets, it was all good.

Hm. Today, the first thing I definitely have to be grateful for is my family. My strange, strange yet wonderful family. My mother, in particular, today, because my birthday present is, um. Somewhat more than I expected. We'll just leave it at that.

Electricity. That powers my air-conditioning. I like the air conditioning when it's over 80 and humid out. Or even fans. Those require electricity too.

Good actors. Good, entertaining actors and good scriptwriters who give the actors good material to work with.

And, today I am grateful for Bruce Boxleitner. Who is still handsome, still adorable, still a wonderful actor and a sweet guy. And damn but he looks good in blue. Ahem.

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Still not happy about the whole reorganizing everything I have in the cloud so far, but I'll deal. Probably by doing most of the rearranging during Human Target and Castle. Rassum frassum ARGH. And I'm jonesing for chocolate and this is really irritating me because I already had a brownie and a mint earlier today. Ugh.

On the plus side I got a decent bit of editing done today. I knocked down all my languages and made a healthy dinner and packed away a healthy bento for tomorrow. Plus did my exercise, all that stuff, so it's not like it was a bad or unproductive day, just an annoying one. And a tiring one.

And again I say, fuck you, caterpillars. I know this. If I just stop and breathe and think, I know this. So fuck you.

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Apparently it is the season of miracles. Honestly? That whole thing has just once again made me miss the days of Cronkite, Murrow, newscasters who believed in the responsibility and integrity of their work and their duty to report the news. Not commentate on it or assign value to it. Not sling sensitive information around willy nilly without a care for the consequences. And so on and so forth. Also, Moore needs a smack in the head half the time these days, maybe more. Speaking of people whose crusades we can sometimes sympathize with but whose personal actions we may not like very much.

Also, this. Fingerbones! This is in addition to them thinking they found one of Amelia Earhart's fingerbones on an island not far from her plotted destination. I really, really need to start reading science journals more often. They have such fascinating stuff in them! And now I want to know more about this supposed new species of human.

Trying to decide if I should also conjugate the perfective/completed verbs on that list above. Hmm.

I have done my pinch hits! And am now eyeing the long list of pinch hits I didn't get that I kind of still want to do anyway, that I might end up doing for treats. And debating whether or not I want to do them tonight. Ultimately, probably not. The apartment could use picked up and I still have a buttload of fiber to spin. I'm getting better about not overtwisting, although someone since pointed out that overtwisting isn't always bad if you only do it a little. I just... argh. Debate debate. So many skills I want to have perfectly, so little time to shoehorn practicing all of them in. And yet, I do it anyway.

Um. Thingie. Human Target last night was disappointing, but not surprising considering Christmas episodes are always kind of tricky. Exercising int he morning is going way better and more productive when I turn the internet off for that hour, why had I forgotten this? Something to remember. Christmas last minute surge is on us, heh. And here I thought it wasn't going to happen. However, today is the last day for us to ship anything since UPS won't pick up from us tomorrow, so, that saves me that worry anyway. Off to the trenches for two more days!

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I've discovered I'm more likely to do the repetitious exercises for Japanese without trying to add more vocab or make things unnecessarily complicated if I think of it as level-grinding. This probably says something about me, and that something probably involves me being a ginormous gamer geek, but I'm not sure I can bring myself to care. Hee! Tomorrow, more level grinding in the form of probably repeating this format of exercise with some other sentences, nouns, verbs, adjectives, things like that. Yay level-grinding!

I need to remember that around Yuletide time I tend to go nuts with grabbing pinch-hits. I'm doing better this year than I have previously! I think. Maybe. There's still time left for me to go nuts and grab five or six more. Heh.

It's starting to warm up, which is nice. I'm going to try to get to bed earlier tonight and get up and watch the eclipse, which is nicer. A Winter Solstice full moon eclipse, I don't know how often that happens and I'm sure there's some math that could tell me, but it's special regardless. I feel full of energy tonight. And thoughts and ideas and possibilities and hopefully guitar music. Where's my nail clipper. Tonight, I think, will be chord practice.

It kind of boggles me when I think about it (so I try not to, so of course I'm writing about it), how many things I'm working on learning and/or picking back up again. Russian, German, Japanese. Practicing Spanish. Practicing guitar. Practicing dance. Doing my day job. Doing writing, focusing on practicing and learning techniques and skills there a teeny bit more than usual. Learning new recipes. I haven't been adding many of these, except the guitar, in recent days, but when I look at all I've been trying to cram into my day it does kind of make me want to fall over. Thank god for weekends.

Right. Yuletide, and other writing things. I have a fuckton of presents to deliver. Sort of.

Addendum: Things I need to remember about guitar playing.
1. Ow, my fingers.
2. Trim your damn nails.
3. After two years, when your strings look like that? It's time to replace them.
3a. Especially when you have to retune after an hour and a half of playing spread over three or four days.
4. Re-up your vocab. Triad, 7th, major, minor, etc.
5. Set a routine. Chord changes before strumming, and fingerpicking for 10 minutes or so both for fun and for ear.
6. Yes, the guitar tuner works, just because you still haven't mastered using it doesn't mean it's broken.
6a. Even if the pitch pipe is annoying as hell.
7. Seriously. Trim your nails.

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And now, I sleep all the sleep.

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I'd almost forgotten... well, no, I had forgotten what it was like to feel this way. To be depressed, and have to drag yourself to do all the things you need to do. Thank god for routines. Yelling at myself about not yelling at myself to snap out of it is not helpful. Actually, not much in my head right now is helpful, except that I've got almost two years worth of routines behind me to keep me going forward.

Mostly, this is because it's coming up on a year of living with one income to the household. The boy still hasn't got a job, the economy effing sucks, and the last flurry of interviews and things has netted one callback to tell him that they were going with someone else and a resounding silence. There is a tentative plan to get him into school for CNA training because the medical field is almost always hiring, but at this point I can't muster hope for that. It feels like we'll be here forever. Which is very doom and gloom and leads to guilty feelings because I know and have good friends who are worse off than I am, at least I have a job. But damn. This is not a place I wanted to be again.

Right. Well, all that aside, I have the dye chemicals I needed. I have dyes. I need a plan for the 12 shirts I'm going to dye, but I have stuff. Last time I used 1/4 cup Urea and 1 pint water divided 3 ways, and 1/2 tsp dye. So this time I may use... 1/2 cup Urea and 1 pint water divided 3 ways, and 1/2 tsp dye. Hmm. Okay, I think I have it set up so that I have four combinations with three shirts apiece. I'm debating whether to soak all the shirts at one time and do it or see if letting the soda soaked shirts sit makes a difference. Eh, I think I'm going to be lazy, so. Yeah. One big pile of soda soaked shirts it is. And that'll make it easier on me when I do the dyeing, not keeping track of too many variables. Okay, having figured that out, I feel a little recovered. ... This does mean I need to set up a drip area for my shirts to drip dry. Christ, 12 shirts. Oi. Good thing I got a drip tray type thing. And good thing I mean to let the shirts sit overnight to let the dye set. Which also means cleaning off the craft table of my fiber. Oi, why is being so crafty so complicated.

Tie-Dye Diaries:
1/2 Cup urea, 1/2 tsp dye x3 - blue and yellow, yellow and pink, yellow pink blue green
1/2 cup urea, 1 tsp dye x3 -
1/4 cup urea, 1 tsp dye x3 -
1/4 cup urea, 2 tsp dye x3 -

Anyone want to offer any suggestions on colors, I'd totally take them. I'm also planning on maybe eventually painting something on some of these shirts in plain black paint, if anyone has any ideas of cool designs. I got nothing, right now, other than kanji to spell out random things. (Although one of those things has to be vampire prince, because the kid who played Henry Fitzroy needs a tie-dyed t-shirt that says vampire prince. What. Stop looking at me like that.)

I'm spinning some of the fiber that came with my wheel and giggling over the yarn. Right now it's red and black yarn. Later it might be yellow and orangeish and green yarn. Later still it might be purple and blue and gray and something yarn. I have no idea. I'm amusing myself and that does make me happy, making yarn. Although that probably won't happen till at least after the 19th, right now, between the tie-dye experiments and all the writing/editing I have to do. Oogh. But. I don't have plans for my yarn as such but I do have plans for fussing around with fiber and wheel and things, and I've gotten a couple old issues of a couple magazines which have good suggestions for things to do with the yarn. So. Yay? Hey, if it comes to that I can always pile it on my head and sell myself to an art gallery.

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Ai. No puedo pensar en español ahora. Estoy cansada, estoy ... eh, estoy tan cansada y no puedo pensar en español, posiblemente en alemán también. Japonés puedo hablar y escribir, pero solamente hice un poquito. Meh, no quiero escribir en español, quiero regresar a casa, cocinar, posiblemente mirar un poquito de television, y ir a la cama por leer un poquito, o acostarse.

Oh well. Umm... Once again, I really have very little of anything. I´m tired, I´ve got food for stews and things and stocks and so on, but I'm not sure I really want to cook any of it. Maybe tomorrow. My doctor's office called to push an appointment for a physical back, which gives me another week or so to get in slightly less embarrassing shape, which is nice, but. My giveadamn is well and truly broke, at least for now. And ... well. Things, and stuff. Hopefully tonight will be a night of leftovers, since I just remembered we have them and I might not have to cook, and writing and editing. That would be nice and restful.

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I have this sudden urge to write a fic wherein Eve has to deal with Guerrero's family. First, though, I need to finish the Guerrero and Tiger Cub one.

I should start taking pictures of my bento again, but for now I'm actually kind of learning what's working for me as far as meals and what isn't. I do need to keep diversifying and seeing about other stuff, maybe get a little creative, but so far it's working and I really like it. Now I just need to stop snacking. There is no candy basket. Repeat after me now, there is no candy basket. Although I have discovered that the sandwich rounds, cut in half, fit absolutely perfectly in the narrow lunch boxes. This makes me very happy.

Today may or may not be a light day. There wasn't much left at the end of the day yesterday, one pick up in store order that was pretty huge and a few mail things, but, we'll see. But at least my writing load is to where I can do it in the evenings if work gets busy, and for the most part, I have it scheduled and packaged out and handled. Next due date seems to be the end of this month. Eminently do-able.

Warehouse 13 was... an okay start to the season. The writing seemed a little herky-jerky, what with a bit of bad characterization and some weird bait and switching. And a plot twist that seemed incredibly lame at least at the time, hopefully it won't turn out to be. And there's more episodes yet to go. Maybe it'll get better and I'll put most of the weirdnesses of this episode to the characters being shook up. We will see. At any rate, I feel like I should be writing fanfic about it. If only kind of silly fanfic. Unfortunately I should be writing kink bingos, and I can't porn anyone in Warehouse 13 without feeling weird about it. Blah.

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Yay rules. Oof. Cramps have finally subsided, I think. Cunning plan has been outlined and vaguely sketched in. Shipping is being blitzed through, since I have a long weekend's backlog and wasn't in this morning on account of getting my teeth buffed and polished better than the damn Impala. Hush, youse, that was not blasphemy.

Hopefully I can finish Don't Dress Your Cat In An Apron tonight. Preferably I can finish it today after UPS goes away. I think our regular driver is back, which means punctuality and me not having much to do after 4. Well, 4.30 once all the emails are sent. And then I can finish the stupid fic of pain and ow, and hope it's not too horribly offensive or badly written or anything. This is a potentially sensitive subject that I don't know much about, so I'm kind of hoping a common sense do a bit of first person research and extrapolate what I can't see described already by primary sources approach works. I've had some advice, and now I'm handing it to my betas at the very last minute. Bad writer no cookie.

... On the plus side! Finished Season 2 of Prison Break and OH MY FUCKING GOD I HAVE NEVER BEEN CREEPED OUT BY ANYONE SO MUCH AS I AM BY T-BAG. I, seriously. Every time the man is on screen I feel the ooze. Kudos to Robert Knepper, major kudos, because I absolutely adore him in every other role I've seen him in, which is all of two, granted. Tommy Dolan and his character from Good Night and Good Luck, Don Surine, I think. But still. Somehow. The man oozes. Just oozes. I kind of feel bad every time something really nasty happens to him (and there's a lot of those) but at the same time he is such a Blade it hurts. For all five of you that know what I'm talking about. And he OOZES. And he's kind of sexy but creepy and slimy and he makes me want to take five showers every time he gets that covetous look and did I mention the ooze? Eek. William Fichtner, on the other hand, just makes me want to take him by the shoulders and sit him down and make him be still for five minutes and then curl up and hug him and pet him and make everything all right. And the Company makes me want to go around like a Shadowrun assassin and just shoot ALL of them.

Ahem. So. Finished Season 2 of Prison Break, which means tonight is Camaron while the boy is out doing his gaming thing. From which he had FUCKING WELL BETTER COME BACK AT THE USUAL TIME. Or call. One of the two. Or I will be pissed. You wouldn't like me when I'm angry, McGee.

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Okay, that was a fuckton of grammar instructions. Most of which I already know or remember but typing it out helps you if you're trying to learn along with me and me to remember it even more, so hey. Aw damn, the nifty boxes around certain particles didn't translate nearly so well to this medium. Not that I entirely expected it to, but aw darn anyway. Oh well. I have them in the word document of my review, so that's what matters.

I actually have crap to do today. Day job crap, I mean. It's a miracle. Admittedly it's also that we got in a big pile of crap to ship out for backorders but, seriously, people. What the hell? This week has been absolutely dead, work wise. It's a little unnerving. (Okay, more than a little.) Ugh. Just, ugh.

On the maybe not so plus side I oh. Hm. I have to work Saturday, but it also occurred to me that since the mail and the UPS doesn't actually run on Monday, maybe I should just shift my weekend to Sunday-Monday instead of Saturday-Sunday. Which gives me a weekend and a shorter work week next week, and doesn't leave me sitting here going man, I could be home stretching out on my bed and doing this writing instead of sitting here practicing bad posture by slouching in my chair. Yes. I think I'll discuss that with the Aunt person and the Lurking Bandit.

Ahem. Anyway. So, yeah. Hopefully I'll get the care package of crafty doom out tomorrow; the food part of it is procured and lurking in my fridge for the moment, just need to finish gathering the rest of it. I have four writing things I really, really, really, really need to get done maybe THIS WEEKEND, if I can, and then I can buckle down on my other three damn Big Bangs. And. Something. I'm actually managing to get shit done today, I just need to not lose copious amounts of brain cells in the process.