Warhead On Legs

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I'd say that's about 2/3 of the way done. The spirit is willing but the brain is spoo.

I do need to rustle up enough brainpower to do blogwork tonight, though. And, now that I'm coding the final stages of the damn Leviathan, patch a duplication in at least one of the exercises. I've got a bunch more Wesen speculation to write at the very least. And and and. And cleaning, and cooking, and every other goddamn thing. I need to take some time for myself at some point towards the end of the weekend. Hobbiting or reading something. I still need to finish Fort Freak, and by finish I mean start, since I haven't actually started in on the new (third?) wave of Wild Cards books. I actually also ought to write more Wild Cards fanfic, but right now my list of fanfic I ought to either write or finish is so freaking long it's scary. Maybe that's what I'll do someday this week, take a bit of time and just sit down and fucking finish something. And just keep doing that periodically. Augh. Thank god I learned my lesson about posting WIPs with that last one. Oooops.

Hurm. I seem to somehow be managing to stick to schedule. Which is probably a good thing because tonight looks busy. And I know tomorrow night is busy but I can't for the life of me remember what the fuck I intended to do. If anyone sees where my brain went, would they let me go?

Rainy, windy, supposedly we're going to get gusts up to 70 mph tonight. Gusts. Up to 70mph. I'm not sure I believe that, at that force sustained that's a hurricane. A small one, but still. But we're definitely going to get wind and gusts. And wet. I don't like wind, gusts, and wet. At least not right now when there's still crap outside that needs to be dealt with. I am a bad composter, we haven't been turning that barrel at all. Though I'm not sure that's entirely necessary per se. I ought to set up a reminder or something for weekends. Haul butt out and turn the damn composter.

There is way too much to remember in the day to day. Or it feels that way... it's been feeling that way a LOT more lately. Possibly I need more than just the one sitting and knitting night.

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This is an odd struggle going on in my head, between the structured, planning, CS-working part of me and some small eighteen-twenty year old running around flipping tables and panicking because I haven't gotten anything done and I'm lazy and my life is RUINED I TELL YOU, RUINED. And then CS-working me is going "pipe down, I'm trying to work here." I have no idea what the hell is going on. Apart from, while some people seem to have hamster wheels int heir heads, I seem to have a college freshman. She needs to sit the hell down and shut the hell up, I'm too busy for this.

If I'm very clever, a self-contained blog post will go up today in which I vomit forth speculation on how Wesen biology works. If I'm not, well, it'll be a bit less tidy. I do need to remember to schedule myself more smaller breaks, not unlike more smaller meals, self, and so I don't both burn out quicker and have longer burnout periods wherein I feel like a lazy sot, especially if I'm having a college freshman running around my brainpan. I've got plans in place for almost everything except reviewing Russian, which has sort of more of a gesture than a maneuver right now. And once I have the website tasks reviewed I can move on from there.

... no, self, you are not going back and rewriting that novella, shut the hell up. You have far too much in the way of current writing projects anyway.

Apparently I have replaced the college freshman with ... well, me as a college freshman. You no longer have the time to write 10k words per day (although apparently still the plasticity) so shut the hell up.

Still want to go see the Hobbit again. Still not managing it. Woe.

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And then, you know, I typed up a wall of German in two days on the Holocaust, WWII, and the Cold War. So that was cheerful.

I keep trying to think of something I can do to speed along this whole process of waiting forever for the bank to get the plumbers in so we can finish the goddamn appraisal. And short of doing an end run around our dear, dear Realty Lady, which I don't want to do, adn calling the selling bank and going "LOOK, FUCKERS. DO YOU WANT THIS TOXIC ASSET OFF YOUR BOOKS OR NOT" and offering to pay $Boston towards the plumbing repair I can't think of a damn thing. It's not even the uncertainty anymore, although that's definitely bugging me. It's the goddamn waiting. And waiting. And them being the ones who insist on it going fast and being done. And then more waiting.

... Wait, teens are getting drunk on hand sanitizer? Seriously, world? Fuck this, I'm going back to bed.

Only not. 'cause I have shit to do. But of all the goddamn moronic things. And this fucking bank, dear god. Never, ever bank with this bank. I will tell you which one it is when this is all over. Never do business with them. Ever.

Fuck everything, writing forever. I spent the better part of an hour this afternoon, between putting away fresh boxes for outgoing shipments, tossing back and forth The Continuing Adventures of Sam and Larry Adama (Caprica), and now I think I have to write some of it. Maybe just as a small series of shorts for AO3. They are the most adorable couple ever and never got enough screen time on Caprica and I want all the adorable. It will make the world better. Not just because Sasha Roiz is sex on two very long legs.

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Oof. Well, I fought the bureaucracy, and for once, came out ahead. The first step is taken, pretty soon I will have all the shiny official ID and be able to fix a couple other things and then life as we know it can sort of go back to normal. Maybe. In the meantime I will treat myself to a good lunch somewhere. And hopefully the rest of it will all be easy. I know the bank part will be easy.

Writing writing. Lunch first, then making sure all the mail stuff and UPS stuff is packed to go, then schlepping that all out, then all the writing. Nano needs done, Pretender Sidhe needs bashed into shape. It shaped up drastically towards the end, the only problem is now I need to make the rest of it match that part. It's a little like matching fabric, the dye lots are noticeably different and, and and. Bleh. And the Supernatural fic that I didn't get to yesterday because I was posting the Horror Big Bang. Which did get posted at least.

Somehow, despite things being easier, I'm still tired. Or maybe that's just stress of dealing with bureaucracy. Anyway. Things are slowly getting easier, I'm getting the rest I need, it's all good. I just need to readjust. Or something. Check in tomorrow, maybe I'll figure out what that something is.

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Mmm, wall o deutsch.

Proposition 8 was overturned, doo dah, doo dah! Of course, now there's going to be a couple years' worth of appeals, further motions, etc, and God knows what's going to happen in the end. But it's a step. It's a damn big step, from what I'm given to understand. The points on which he overturned it as I understand how this goes makes it easier to overturn his decision, but if his decision stands the phrasing he used sets a precedent to overturn a shitton of other legislation banning gay marriage. Which would also be awesome.

Really, the more I hear about this case and the case that the defendants mounted, the more I wonder just what the bloody hell they were thinking. Two witnesses? One of whom doesn't even really count as the "expert" witness they called him? Who essentially backtalked the judge, albeit with a thin veil of politeness? Who offered no studies that I can tell, no science or even pseudo-science, just "gay is wrong and you should know this" type testimony? Yeah. How in sweet and sour sesame topped hell could they even imagine that would stand? Did they not even try to mount a token defense? Really?

I'm not sure how sanguine I am about the odds that this ruling will stand. I wasn't actually all that sure it would be overturned. But damn. This really is kind of awesome.

I got a physical therapy appointment and made an appointment for my yearly physical with the doctor I saw the other day. Actually I have two PT appointments, one for next Monday and one for a follow-up on Wednesday, which she said she would pencil in for me just in case. I have a bunch of new patient paperwork to fill out now, and another "pain" sheet, I think she said, because it's a result of an injury. That'll probably happen tomorrow night in between watching Burn Notice and Royal Pains. It's the same PT place my aunt goes to, and she says they're quite good, so this ought to be productive of some considerable good and hopefully I won't do anything horrible to myself in my morning exercises.

German! The German I didn't get done last night, oops.

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The nice thing about this is that I apparently retain enough German that most of that I can just read through without stopping to translate in my head. Still, I'll type up the translation Sunday night.

In less shiny news, apparently the pest spraying guys came into the apartment, looked around the kitchen we had so painstakingly taken apart and put all the food stuff away from where they said they would be spraying, asked us if we had any bugs or had seen any bugs... and when we said no, they didn't spray. ARGH. If the roaches all flee to our apartment after they're sprayed in other places I will hurt something. We're laying down boric acid now that we've got everything out, anyway, so there's that at least. Stupid fucking ... someone. Either the apartment complex or the company man.

Anyway. Japanese, I guess, to come later tonight so I don't spam you all with my language lessons. Ahem.

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Dear lord, epic pile of German was epic. One more day of mail order sale, then the weekend. Then a Monday of mail order sale leftovers, which will be entertaining hell. And then it's over till the fall. It took a while for me to get tired of it but I got there!

I'm also officially tired of Supernatural. I'm tired of Dean's manpain, I'm tired of Sam's faith never getting addressed, or his loss thereof, or the fact that he was the one who prayed and believed and then got to be the abomination and there's no fallout from that or struggle iwth that. I'm tired of this being all about Dean saves the world. I'm tired of Cas getting everything taken from him an the only thing we get is the comic relief drunk angel bender. I'm tired of the writers taking all the good stuff they've built over the last four seasons and squandering it on more manpain, more angst, and cheap jokes. They had such promise, and they blew it. At this point I think I'll watch till they fix the Apocalypse and then I'm done. No Season 6 for me.

On the plus side, I get to see Jackie Earle Haley unleash his mad leet ninja skills next episode. Now that is a season finale I'm looking forward to! I really hope it gets picked up. More Human Target pls now thank you!

Tired. Tired and sweaty, for some reason. I know you all wanted to know that. I think there will be a shower before bedtime, for me. Right now, reading over things, poking holes in things, and writing other things. All my desert people are still loud, and I need to deal with other things now. Stupid desert people. Stupid Robert Knepper shaped person. Still going to ponder Prison Break some more, although now I have more information/opinions/details so that will be some help. ... And I think Ri... okay, no I won't say that because it could be a spoiler. But wow.

Ali, these are your German phrases to memorize.

Wie heißt du? - What's your name? (informal) (sounds like: Vee hai-ssh-t do?)
Wie heißen Sie? - What's your name? (formal) (sounds like: Vee hai-ssh-ehn Zee?)
Both of these are literally, how are you called?

Ich heiße [name] - My name/I am called [name] (sounds like: ish hai-ssh-eh...)
Wie schreibt man das? - How does one write that?/How is that spelled? (sounds like: vee sch-ree-bt mahn das? On the 'schree part you kind of curl your tongue up against your upper teeth and the roof of your mouth there... it's hard to explain?)
Wie ist deine/Ihre Adresse? - What is your address? (formal and informal) (sounds like: vee ist dai-neh/Ear-eh Ah-dhreh-say)
Was ist das? - What is that? (sounds like: vas ist das?)