Warhead On Legs

( Gaeilge )

Reasons I love the boy, in no particular order: he brought home donuts. His response to CNN's response of "oh the promising career of these young athletes cut short by their sentencing" is a very unsympathetic "tough shit." This is obviously not an exhaustive list, but these amused me and came to mind today.

Today's statement of intent before I get any more sidetracked: One scene in TT to patch up that second gap, line edits on at least the first story for LSQ, and Russian/German at lunch. This time Russian at lunch and German after UPS because I really, really need to get back on my Russian practice because reasons. Also because Kiki will kick my ass if I don't, and deservedly so. Blogwork only in the evening, and thankfully I don't have to worry about dinner since the boy has voted for finishing the pizza I made yesterday, so that's just heating it up in the oven or microwave. Which is good because I'm fairly behind where I wanted to be on Murderboarding blogwork. Ugh.

Definitely need to check in this Wednesday, and address an issue preferably today that popped up to my attention over the weekend that knocked me for a loop for at least a day. Which, I think I've got some ideas on how to address it? But, argh.

It's gotten back to cooler temperatures here, which is a bit cranky making, but goddamn it was nice yesterday. And 5-10 degrees over what it was predicted to be, so if it stays like that, that shouldn't be too bad. I am, however, now chilly and a bit sleepy due to the greyness of the day and another minor thing throwing me for a loop shortly before I went to bed last night, resulting in less sleep than I would have liked. Ugh. Today, this week, even, had better be less up and down than last one. At least in terms of the unknown unknowns, and even some of the known unknowns. Right now I have a set of known unknows pertaining to Murderboarding that are driving me a bit batshit. Argh.

... I just realized nearly every paragraph on this entry ends in Ugh or argh. That's the kind of week I had last week. Not even bad in all aspects. Just. Argh. This week had better shape the hell up while it still has all its extremities.

( Deutsch )

Wait. German book. Why did you give me an exercise involving a guy running over an old lady. Really? Out of all the things you could have chosen to be all "describe this in the past tense" you chose that? Fuck you.

Wow. It's been so long that I completely lost track of where I was.

I really, really want to just pull out my wheel tonight and spin. I'm not sure if I will or not, but I really kind of want to. Only I can't remember what I was going to do tonight before inundating myself with all the Transformative Power of Dance movies. I should go back through and look at logs and see what they say.

Actually what I really should do is go out front and get some wheel time before I go home, because you know once I get home I won't remember that I wanted to get out my spinning wheel anyway and ply my damn yarn. I hate having all my shit packed up. My guitar, my wheel, most of my painting stuff not that that ooooh. Hey. Now that I have a shed and a garage and stuff, or will have, I can probably prime in the winter. I can paint all year 'round, you guys. Oh wow.

Anyway. So, yeah. Let's get ramblin, ramblers.

(What? It's spinning. Therefore you get a Nameless icon. Now go on, picture Jeffrey Dean Morgan sitting down to a damn spinning wheel. I dare you.)

( 日本語 )

Greek Street is FUCKED UP, YO. It is, in fact, exactly as fucked up as you might think if you thought of Greek Street as being a place where all the ancient Greek crap came back to haunt everyone, instead of, say, gyros and baklava.

God I'm tired. Today was a boredom-and-frantic activity sandwich. There was about three hours when everything was happening at once and the rest of the time it was quiet and boring or I was exhausted or both. And the Republicans are being belligerent and a pain is everyone's ass and, seriously, when is it OUR turn to be the thugs, here? When is it our turn to push forward bills that say "Anyone who doesn't agree with us can be shot and it's justifiable homicide"? When is it our turn to dissolve organizations we don't like? When do we get to stomp all over everyone's civil rights to, well, okay, equalize everyone's civil rights, ideally, but you know what I mean. I want to be the self-righteous stuck up domineering pig, dammit. It's my turn.

I also want clean water, but hey, I only didn't have it for two days and my sewer line was still intact and leading AWAY from the house. Someone remind me to make a small donation to Water Dot Org. Mostly what I want is a nap. Which I can have. After writing, and prep. And guitar practice. Which means I'd better get to that, then, hadn't I. Sometimes being a self-styled apprentice courtesan is a bitch.

( 日本語 )

Now without tired OR caterpillar brain. Therefore possibly with more typos and errors, but we'll see. Flagging chapter for review now, oi.

I can feel my guitar calluses developing, which amuses me. The way people are handling a potentially several hundred year old book on Pawn Stars is not. I'm also thinking that what they're actually handling on camera and under the camera lights is a faked up book and they've got the real one safely stored somewhere, which would be the smart thing to do but OH MY GOD, PEOPLE. WHITE COTTON GLOVES. DO NOT TOUCH THE SEVERAL HUNDRED YEAR OLD BOOK WITH YOUR BARE HANDS. AUGH. SOMEWHERE AN ARCHIVIST IS CRYING.

Right. Um. Thinky thoughts. I had things I was going to do tonight, and now I've forgotten what all of them were. So! Something. I have no idea. Babble babble. Instead of caterpillar brain I now have swiss cheese brain, fun! But, after HT, guitar practice. Because I need to. Other than that, fuckifIknow.

Also, dammit, Amazon, stop taunting me with books on Romanian. I'm cramming enough languages into my skull already.

( 日本語 )

Ow tired. Why am I so damn tired. Apart from the fact that that was about three pages of Japanese grammar. And I shipped about a hundred and fifty pounds of merch today. Wait, that's why I'm so tired. Writing, and then bed. Or something. On the plus side, I'm working on a couple different chord changes and a new chord... two new chords but one's a chord I knew and it's an easy one to boot. D-minor is trying to assist F-maj's assassination of my fingers.

I need to make another tube of cookie dough, and a batch of bread this weekend. And sleep. Lots of sleep. It has been such a fucking crazy week I cannot even begin to tell you. Tomorrow better be quieter, 's all I'm saying. At least the last couple hours of today were quiet. I didn't focus much on writing, but it was quiet and I got to knit a bit and rest.

( Русский язык )

Argh. Brain no worky. And translating to Russian is definitely more difficult than translating back. Which means it needs more practice.

Today, apparently, we need to get more felting pads from a local foam and fabric store, which means I get to peruse fabrics for my steampunk skirt! Yay! I don't know if I'll actually get anything but I get to look at least. Looking at fabrics is always fun. And I have the pattern with me so I know exactly what I need. Which is not 3 1/4 buttons, Jag, what the hell. Oi, brain needs to get online sometime soon.

Did manage to get most of the shit off my to-do list yesterday, at least. And get to bed early, even if I didn't get as much writing done as I wanted to. Today, working on more of my to-do list! And attempting to drag my brain back to the projects I need to be working on. Writing long fiction is hard, yo. I keep losing the thread and not being able to resume it. Most irksome. On the other hand, hopefully... Yes, the UPS widget says today will be a relatively light day. So if no major orders come in, it should be pretty good.

Writing. I need to get back on Sandstorm's Daughter. I'm slowly getting back on International Relations. And apart from that, mostly, it's just much much smaller side projects. Never, ever doing a non-original big bang again. Never. Or at least, never until the next time, because we all know me, yeah?

( Japanese )

And then I double check to make sure that all of that actually is in the past tense, which is what I was supposed to be reviewing. Yay!

Packing for Maryland apparently happens today. Reviewing set-up and take-down happens tomorrow. And one work problem that I was kind of nervous about got solved today, so, yay! Except, accidentally I'm pretty sure threw away my iPod Touch, BOO. It's now in a dumpster at the foot of the building and no, I am not playing forensic tech on CSI and going through all that garbage. Uh. No. Still changing my passwords on my email just in case, but that's all the sensitive information I really have on my iPod. Phone numbers and addresses are, for the most part, either in gdocs or in my address book. My hard copy one. That's in my desk at home. What paranoia, where?

And all my apps are in iTunes which is on my computer, so, there's that, but, yeah. I guess this is a sign from my subconscious or Goddess or someone to go ahead and get a frikkin' new iPod already. Which, there. Now ordered, should be here Friday with my accessories kit that actually was pretty cheap for the amount of crap you got (chargers, cases, one with an armband). One case alone costs as much as that whole kit. Now, we'll see how good quality the cases and chargers and stuff are, but. I also may have ordered the first season of Fringe because it's still cheap on Amazon, oops. All in all, not even over my budget for what I was going to spend on it earlier in the year, so, that's yay. The fact that I have to buy a new one at all is ew. Which I don't actually have to. I'm just used to having a personal soundtrack, ever since they were tapes. But. I can, sort of? So I am. And did. And blah.

On the plus side, it also means I can start running and checking my workouts and such, since I don't have to hold the headphones in that one position and give my hand horrible cramps.

Right. Back to... something. Packing some more for Maryland, most likely. Hopefully I'll get downstairs or back to making up my CS post and my to-do list for the next couple of weeks at some point in the future.

Also, Jackie Earle Haley 'dude'-saying montage is utter hilarity. Seriously, dude.