Warhead On Legs

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So, I lied. I actually have a buttload of German review still to do, so I'd better start making time for it during the weekdays. And possibly some this weekend, and cram in some Japanese review too. ON the plus side, Spring Cleaning is almost entirely done and costume assembly won't take that long, so I have plenty of time. Definitely need to figure out some kind of storage/portable storage for my costumes, though. The box my Silk Spectre outfit is in isn't going to last much longer. I also need to remember to charge my damn cell phone. This links because I was thinking that maybe I should call the boy and see if he wants to go shopping this evening since we didn't yesterday evening and then I thought maybe I could take the measurement of my Cheetara box and see if I found some cheap bags about that size or that would fit the costume and then I remembered that my cell phone still had no charge and thus you get my train of thought slowly leaving the station. Ahem.

Oh my god, people, stop ... I am so, so sick of Schwarzenegger's infidelity bullshit. I don't care. Like Tiger Woods before him, I just don't care. Stop. All of y'all. (Because I know the AP and Reuters and all those other gossip rags totally read my journal and hang upon every word, but I need to vent and this is my place to do it.) I don't care, it's not my business, it's no one's business but him and his family's and probably that woman and her kid's, and maybe the family doctors'. Or a lawyer's. That's it. It's not mine, it's not yours, it's not anyone else's. And, seriously, the press needs to find something else to goddamn write about because I am so, so sick of hearing who tripped and fell on whose dick.

Ahem. In other news, robots are just awesome. Seriously, you guys, that is so damn cool I don't even. Language geekery, I has it.

Right. Anyway. Um. Time to close some windows and get back to writing, I guess. Grocery shopping will happen tonight, along with maybe finding some cheap cosmetics cases to put my various kits for various costumes in. I think what I'll end up doing is just consolidating it all into a duffel bag, which we probably have around the house somewhere, and then putting the clothes into one sub-bag and the makeup into another and maybe if I have any wigs or other props, those can go into clear bags. Solution! I can has. And I still need to make my check-in post, damn.

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Add to the list of things I did last night: dishes. Because I did them. And took pictures of my tie-dyeing. Still need to transfer over all the pictures though and shrink them down to a size that isn't the entire screen big.

And, dude. This morning I almost managed to cram all my exercises in there before walkies. Which is really fucking impressive considering how much I fiddle faddle around with the exercises. And then I made my lunch, put away breakfast dishes, decided I did not in fact have time to boil the hell out of my shirts, and pretty much got all ready. All to the tune of the fucking mowing machines outside the window. I know there's probably no really good time to do that but still. Argh.

Pfff. Goals for today, I should list them so I don't lose track, shouldn't I. Ponder frames for international signature things. Dye yarn, dammit. Do work-work in the morning so I can get out the wheel in the afternoon and put a stool in front of it and spin some. Write my fingers off. Make the curry when I get home, and boil the hell out of the shirts. Write some more. Edit some. Blah blah blah. I think Criminal Minds is tonight, but given that it's going to shit I'm not sure I'm going to watch. Might be Battlestar Galactica time. Was there anything else I wanted to do today. I don't think so. The usual stuff, languages and so on. I think... I may also, if work turns out to be really damn slow, take a book in to read. In Spanish. Just to keep in practice. I haven't been practicing as much as I should.

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Oh my god. I have no idea what possessed the boy to make all the basmati but, um. I guess I have rice for the next while for bento? Yeesh.

Plain black corset and plain black cinch was achieved today, for the low low price of $150, which is what you can get a decorated corset for. Judging by another underbust corset made by the same people but in gold brocade and red that was about half again what the black one was, that's because the black one was, well. Black. And made of some basic materials. So that's all right, it's still got steel busks and boning and is properly made. And I have one. Plus a cinch. Oh my god you guys it is so good to have a corset I don't have to make myself. I may actually have to spiff it up with beads eventually. Or something.

The next plan is to make a Big Sky Riding Skirt and see if there are blouses that I have that will go decently with it. And then steampunk the whole thing up for Dragon Con. I am so, so stoked for this you have no idea.

TV's dead. Boo. Hiss. I was looking forward to more Beauty and the Beast, too. On the other hand, maybe I'll remember that I can catch up with my shows on Hulu, now. Or most of them, I think, anyway. So many cool new shows! so many shows coming back! I have to actually remember what the hell all of them are. Warehouse 13, White Collar, Eureka, Haven, and ... that spy thing. Covert Affairs. Hopefully most of them are either on Hulu or iTunes or both. (Hell, hopefully we can get the TV fixed/replaced soonish. It was an old old TV from an estate sale anyway.)

Pfaugh. That's all the news you guys get. My new toy continues to be new and shiny.

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That's all the questions I can come up with off the top of my head. No Japanese today, or rather, it got done but not posted because work was insane and it got done in the last half hour or so of work.

White Collar is up to its usual high standards, which makes... actually about 1 of 1 shows, since even Burn Notice is kind of falling down. Not sure what their problem is but Warehouse 13 has serious pacing issues. But White Collar, apart from one small dialogue hiccup, was right on the money. And damn did they stick the landing.

And now the f-list has made me think about our capabilities, and what we do despite them or because of them or... something. When I started Courtesan School both as a student and as a creator, founder, whatever, it was with a strict idea in mind of what I wanted to do and be. And most of that idea is still intact, a year and a half (HOLY FUCK YEAR AND A HALF?) later, and I'm still working on it. Some of it I'm farther along on and in places I never expected to be, some of it, not so much. Some of it I'm still working on. But I think I stand by the original premise, which is that we are trying to be the best of what we can be, to take our good qualities and enhance them. We recognize our limitations as part of the structure within which we work, and that gives us power, too. Our limitations give us strength, if nothing else than by giving us something to push off of.

So, yes. Those are my thinky thoughts for the night. My less thinky thoughts include: AHAHAHAH SIMON IS RORSCHACH. AND FINALLY MARRIED KAYLEE. And THE SPANIARD IS THE RUSSIAN. And where is Mohinder? All of this makes sense, of course, if you watch Warehouse 13 and Covert Affairs. If not, you're missing out on some serious hilarity.