Warhead On Legs

Moar vocab means more comprehension. Or something.

( Gaeilge )

You know, at this point I think I've just shunted off the concept of moving into a house into the box of "Things that will happen sometime in the future maybe." Which is good for me not being nervewracked at every little problem that comes our way, but still really fucking annoying. And I guess at this point if we don't get some kind of concrete movement going again by the time I have to pay May rent... I don't know. Maybe by June we'll renew a lease. Because by that point it really will be ridiculous.

Crap, I still need to go fix my Russian, don't I. Got sidetracked.

And, you know, then one of my aunts sent me this flash mob video. From Moscow. I don't even but that did cheer my day up considerably.

Right. Today I have relatively little incoming to deal with, and little outgoing, so after I do mail I can get back to writing things. Web page coding and working on that world-building thing, hopefully I can get some kind of structure up and have the first several exercises later today. And about five different long short stories I'm in the middle of. Yay! Wait, no, the other one.

Also, it's getting time to build an ark. Seriously, I have no idea what was up with the torrential downpours we've been having lately, but it's been almost Biblical. Or Floridian. We're in the mountains of North Carolina. It's not supposed to be Floridian!

( 日本語がもとめの練習 )

( Gaeilge )

WEAVING. I DID A WEAVING. Or rather I put the warp mostly on the loom. It was AWESOME. I cannot express in words how awesome it was to have all of this make sense. I am definitely going to need to put more warps on looms, I think I've got the hang of winding a warp and how to figure out how many threads you need and so on, but actually putting the warp on is something I need to repeat. A lot. I also want a Baby Wolf now. Yes, that's actually what the loom is called. Sadly, it costs about as much as a plumber's visit, electrical tidy, and mason's visit combined, so no Baby Wolf for me. Or more than that, actually. Plus, it's not like I can't abscond with a shop loom every now and again if I really want to. I just have to make sure I don't do it during class time when people will actually need the loom.

And then again, I suppose if I really REALLY wanted, too, we could find a way to disassemble the ginormous floor loom of ginormousness and move it into Old Hotness. Or I could just start going out to the farm and using my aunt's loom. I have options. That do not involve dropping $Maine on a new loom.

My aunt told me a story on the way in that I need to write down lest I forget. Apparently when they were living in Portugal for that year, year and a half. In the castle. Periodically a gypsy wagon would come by and they would call out to bring out your knives and scissors to sharpen. Horse-drawn wagon and everything. And my aunt, who was maybe 7 at the time, remembers thinking that if she could just leave my youngest aunt, the second youngest child, on the front step maybe they would take her. Oh my family. These are the kinds of people who raised me, folks.

And, you know, the reason I don't speak Portuguese, for those of you who know how I got started speaking a frillion languages, is because they only spent a year or so there before moving to Spain. So now you know.

Things and stuff. I need to make up a review plan for Japanese and check in, too exhausted to do so the past couple days. Or too busy. I need to print out emails from Paralegal Eagle and see if we have to sign or turn in anything. I need to run to the post office. I need to beat on the Leviathan. I don't think there's much else I need to do. Sley the rest of the colors on the loom, maybe. Pack, as usual. I hope this will be a more relaxing day. I really hope.

Have a Renard icon. Because my god that man is pounceable. ETA: And speaking of Renard, could someone who is not me who is on TV Tropes please please please go change his damn name to the correct one? It's giving me fits. But I don't want to get sucked in.

( Deutsch )

( 日本語 )

( Gaeilge )

Mildly irked that I'll be out of access to email while I'm at the doctor's, which goes to show you how rabid I am over Yuletide. Must! Do! All the pinch hits! Still, I'll be home for the giant onslaught of them when the deadline closes and everyone has to scramble to see who didn't make it and what needs to still be written and so on, and I can make my beta's head explode scramble to grab pinch hits then. Plus, by the time this gets posted I'll be able to eat. I'm never that hungry in the mornings except, apparently, on mornings when I'm not allowed to eat anything. Fucking contrary body.

And, yes, this didn't get posted till I got back from the doctor's, so there you are. But I scooped up not one, not two, but ... wait. Now I have to count. Three more pinch hits. Which officially makes me twice as manic as I was last year. I have all of the hyper, there is none left for you. Possibly half of it is Anna's at the moment. Plus the good crack. We are apparently, according to her, bogarting all of the hyper and most of the good crack. Which immediately makes my brain leap to all the fun and most of the good women from the bloody pilot episode of the Highlander TV series, which just goes to show how completely scattered my mind is right now.

And now, ( on to my contrary body. )

So, yeah. I am well and truly boggled. On the other hand, the doctor's visit and all that confusion therein and thereof did give me the feeling that, if I can peel off these last few layers of excess padding? I will be a fucking awesome superheroine. I have good, solid muscle underneath this. I just have to keep noshing protein and enough calories not to lose muscle mass (which is much easier when you keep track of what you eat, oh yes) and keep being mindful.

We've hit the point of Christmas in retail where everyone's decided that going out to the mall is preferable to praying the gifts will arrive in time, which means that since I work in mail order I have very little to do in the way of work type work. Which is fine! Because I have six pinch hits, which is up from the 3 I had this morning and down from the .. 10 or so? 9? I've slurped up overall. Why yes, I am sort of like a crazy person. In the sense of half literal and half hyperbolic, I have no doubt I'm going to pay fort his manic writing fit with brain cells later on, but I will enjoy the hell out of it while it lasts. I've planned about as well as I can for it, so it won't throw me that far off. I think. I hope.

Oh. And while I'm at it, while everyone else is being irked at LJ, I'm on DW too. I'm kittydesade over there too, I'm kittydesade just about everywhere I have an online presence. But I'm not everywhere online, so, you know, don't go assuming that a kittydesade is me. ;) If anyone needs a DW invite, I have MANY LOTS.

( Gaeilge )

Much many vocab. All the vocab ever.

Oof. Have to email about Nashcon and getting a refund. Which they damn well better give now that they've moved it. Have to work some more on Black Ice Nano today, which has thankfully passed the halfway point with no signs of slowing. And the other stuff. If I can work on writing now, I can do only editing when I get home, which will be nice. Stupid fracking banging things into shape argh. I will say, if I can get these other two things banged out with rough drafts by, say, December? I will be in FUCKING AWESOME SHAPE. And it will be the fastest I have done anything ever. Except maybe the first half of Horror Big Bang. Which I would have also done if I hadn't lost track of deadlines.

I really, really need to actually bash things into shape for publishing in the coming year. I mean really. I have not one, not two, but three things that could be novelized. Three. This means I need to get my lazy, terrified ass in gear. I need to get things edited, I need to get the second drafts done, I need to run them by the beta squad of awesome again and then I need to get them fucking formatted and out the door.

I took a first step that way by sending someone a PDF of one of my Big Bangs so they could more easily read it! It's amazing how terrifying it is. Apparently my scaredy lizard brain differentiates between putting writing out there on my journal where everyone can read it if they want to and actually handing someone a thing that they asked for, of mine, to read. I have no idea why this is ten times scarier, but it is. But I did it. So fucking there. Brainweasels of unusual size? I don't think they exist.

I also need to do some actual factual filing today. And some picking up of my desk. If I'm very lucky, the Elf Lord will get Old and Busted off my damn desk so I have more room today. At which point I have to figure out where and how to get a whole new set of sorting hoppers, because mine's doing a very excellent Pisa impression. Oof, so much to do, so little time to do it in. But at least there's a great deal less stress since my Social Control card has arrived, and now I can beat up more government offices for a ShowMe and then I will present myself to the bank as a real existing person and be done with that. And that will feel immensely good.