So, they released another style available to the freebies on lj, like me, and i have chosen to try it out.
I like it, kinda. We'll see.
Finished my illo job. All submitted and everything. Go me. Watch this
space for publication news. It's mostly good to not have that deadline
hanging over me.
FX now has 8 teeth and he's working on canines. Pray for me, that my nips remain attached to my body. I hold out little hope. :/
Yes. it is not-quite-6-am. Yes, I have been awake since 4. Fx doesn't really have a sleep pattern yet. Sigh.
Maybe, now that I'm all done with the illos, I should play a game or something.... Hmmm. Books. I remember those....
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Showing posts with label livejournal. Show all posts
Wednesday, December 10, 2003
Monday, November 24, 2003
For those who have been targeted by gossip hunting lj skimmers
http://thequarter.org/issue21/page08.php
That about sums it up!
Well, I just like reading the Quarter.
That about sums it up!
Well, I just like reading the Quarter.
Friday, November 14, 2003
seven teeth
He has seven teeth now, and they are VERY VERY sharp.
Hmmmm. There does not seem to be a "chewed on" mood. There ought to be. I see weaning in our future if he doesn't change his nursing habits.
Hmmmm. There does not seem to be a "chewed on" mood. There ought to be. I see weaning in our future if he doesn't change his nursing habits.
Tuesday, October 21, 2003
To be fair, not everyone self-taught is unqualified
This is sightly edited and reposted from my reply to someone else's comment in another person's (freinds only) lj. I decided that if it was important enough, to me, that I say this, then I should also put it here. And make it public.
The term 'self-taught' usually doesn't mean 'just read some books'. It should not be taken, or used, casually, to mean 'crackpot'. Sometimes one's field of study just _is not_ available in a university setting, so you have to study independently, which can mean a lot of things. Independent study of obscure subjects, if taken seriously, as seriously as any academic study, and held to the same standards (not including academic alphabet soup), if of equal quality, should be given equal respect.
My dad, an internationally recognized authority on folk music, music history and bagpipe resoration, is a good example of this. He could not get what he wanted out of formal eduaction 30+ years ago, and set about doing it himself, at fairly great expense. Dozens of trips throughout the world, to study and collect music firsthand when possible, and the purchase of numerous instruments for study and performance purposes, as well as decades of continuous, intense, research and study have made him what he is. There STILL is no degree program (or even combination of degrees) that could give him the knowledge that he has acquired mostly on his own. He's lectured and performed at museums and restored rare instruments to playable condition for many, including the Smithsonian.
Why does the bias against independent studies make me feel a bit defensive?
I'm mostly self taught as far as the history of clothing is concerned, because I cannot afford the expense of a double degree in Physical Anthropology and Costume (or Fashion) Design, which is as close as I can get to what I need for my research. I have no formal degree in costume.
I have an incomplete Associate of Arts (in Graphic Design - I never took my Gym class). This does not reduce the quality of my own work, or the quality of my research. It does not mean I have not done my own research, nor does it mean that I have not had any training in my chosen field of study. I have studied draping and cutting, apprenticed to a professional milliner and dressmaker, independently studied hundreds of works on modern, early modern, classical and medieval material culture, taken anthropology classes, theatre classes (and worked as a professional costume designer and cutter in theatre and costume shops), volunteered at museums, studied original pieces, made numerous iterations of theoretical pieces to determine possible cuts of now lost garment styles, the list goes on.
I can understand the frustration with people who spout falsehoods (either original or passed on unchecked). I fight against them all the time. I try to counter disinformation and outdated theories (often treated as gospel) with study and the willingness to spread the facts, as they are currently understood, around. It's hard, it's frustrating. it seems like the toils of Sisyphus.
I hope that those who are lucky enough to feasibly afford 'real' academia won't throw us all out with the chaff. Some of us are just poor people who cannot afford the letters after our names to 'prove' our adherence to academic standards. We're out here. Give us a chance.
The term 'self-taught' usually doesn't mean 'just read some books'. It should not be taken, or used, casually, to mean 'crackpot'. Sometimes one's field of study just _is not_ available in a university setting, so you have to study independently, which can mean a lot of things. Independent study of obscure subjects, if taken seriously, as seriously as any academic study, and held to the same standards (not including academic alphabet soup), if of equal quality, should be given equal respect.
Why does the bias against independent studies make me feel a bit defensive?
I'm mostly self taught as far as the history of clothing is concerned, because I cannot afford the expense of a double degree in Physical Anthropology and Costume (or Fashion) Design, which is as close as I can get to what I need for my research. I have no formal degree in costume.
I have an incomplete Associate of Arts (in Graphic Design - I never took my Gym class). This does not reduce the quality of my own work, or the quality of my research. It does not mean I have not done my own research, nor does it mean that I have not had any training in my chosen field of study. I have studied draping and cutting, apprenticed to a professional milliner and dressmaker, independently studied hundreds of works on modern, early modern, classical and medieval material culture, taken anthropology classes, theatre classes (and worked as a professional costume designer and cutter in theatre and costume shops), volunteered at museums, studied original pieces, made numerous iterations of theoretical pieces to determine possible cuts of now lost garment styles, the list goes on.
I can understand the frustration with people who spout falsehoods (either original or passed on unchecked). I fight against them all the time. I try to counter disinformation and outdated theories (often treated as gospel) with study and the willingness to spread the facts, as they are currently understood, around. It's hard, it's frustrating. it seems like the toils of Sisyphus.
I hope that those who are lucky enough to feasibly afford 'real' academia won't throw us all out with the chaff. Some of us are just poor people who cannot afford the letters after our names to 'prove' our adherence to academic standards. We're out here. Give us a chance.
Ack. RPFN RIP
RPFN is closing for good. I just saw a copy of the closing notice on H-cost.
Mixed feelings. I practically grew up working that faire, except that the faire I grew up at has really been gone for a decade. What was left of it was finally killed off by REC and the rising cost of living killing off people's disposable income in the Bay Area.
I'll never forget the year after my guild got axed, when we went for a weekend and the sponsor was Miller Lite. And they were raffling a JetSki at the gate. Add that to the security guards in polyester uniforms replacing the old,at least camouflaged, Faire constables, and I *think* you get a loss of ambience. When all your audience is paying for is ambience, and you're killing the mood, what the heck do you think will happen?
Sigh. I knew it was gone, but now I know it's never coming back. At least not from REC. Not like I was ever going to go again. I live halfway across the country (well, just now I don't, but I knew that my time in San Diego was only temporary), and I have for the past six years.
Edit: Apparently it's REALLY gone downhill since I was working! See this entry (freinds only) in's journal.
Mixed feelings. I practically grew up working that faire, except that the faire I grew up at has really been gone for a decade. What was left of it was finally killed off by REC and the rising cost of living killing off people's disposable income in the Bay Area.
I'll never forget the year after my guild got axed, when we went for a weekend and the sponsor was Miller Lite. And they were raffling a JetSki at the gate. Add that to the security guards in polyester uniforms replacing the old,at least camouflaged, Faire constables, and I *think* you get a loss of ambience. When all your audience is paying for is ambience, and you're killing the mood, what the heck do you think will happen?
Sigh. I knew it was gone, but now I know it's never coming back. At least not from REC. Not like I was ever going to go again. I live halfway across the country (well, just now I don't, but I knew that my time in San Diego was only temporary), and I have for the past six years.
Edit: Apparently it's REALLY gone downhill since I was working! See this entry (freinds only) in
Friday, October 10, 2003
Over the hill and through the woods to granpa's house we go...
Or, the promised trip report
Don't EVER EVER get driving directions from Expedia. They doth SUCK. If you do anyway, buy a map before you leave. They give you 'shortcuts'. Meh.
We left last Thursday morning, and got to where we thought we were supposed to turn off (no exit number was actually given, very bad), and we actually miss the exit. Lo and behold, thirty miles further there's another exit ... For The Same Road. Bad sign. We take it, since it seems to be going in the right direction. It actually isn't. it's narrow, and dark and has no other cars on it. We pass a prison, while going down this lonely road that reminds me of Close Encounters. Creepy.
To cut it short, we drove for miles in the wrong direction (south) trying to find our way back to the highway before we gave up and declared that we would take the next road that carried significant traffic in the right direction. Bonus: I saw a sign for a town I recognized in the direction we needed to go. So, back on track, we head off, with only 150 miles of needless backtracking under our belts.
We stop for gas and a map, and the remainder of the trip is uneventful. We get to our hotel and check in ... at 2 am.
Sleep happens, and we get up, have breakfast and try to jog my rusty memory of how to find D&I's house. Much fairly aimless driving around, during which we discover that a favorite old cafe is gone (sniffle) and are forced to resort to Staryucks. We buy another map, and discover I was on the wrong expressway. Embarrassing. We go see freinds, D&I approve my choice of guy, coo over my 'little wiggly pink thing' and we arrange to have dinner. Discover Chris likes Indian food. Go back to D&I's and bullshit, and then back to the hotel for sleep.
Saturday & Sunday are mostly set aside to visit Chris's aunt and Uncle in Grass Valley.
Beautiful, uneventful drive. We arrive at dinnertime and see their amazing house. It's really gorgeous, they have all manner of wildlife, a small koi pond, a gazebo, a veggie garden, fruit trees, a pool, a hot tub, and just all the neat things we'd like to have when we retire. They, of course, love FX. Everyone loves FX, since he's really charming. We sit up late and tell stories on the patio, then go to bed. In the morning we have breakfast and go wander around Nevada City, buying little cool things (I got new cheap silver hoops for my ears, and new cheap hairsticks, FX got a gobbly-noisy-thing and a book, Chris got a box of color-block magnets for the fridge, and we got some little booklet thingies for gifts). We stop for dinner at a yummy Chinese buffet, go home, take pictures with T&R and baby, head off to SJ.
Back in SJ we stop by and visit D&I again. D. is evil and introduces Chris to Star Wars Galaxies (hereafter referred to as "crack") while I. and I talk. Around midnight we finally pry Chris away from D's computer and say our goodbyes. Back to the hotel for sleep...
Monday we see my sister and the town I mostly grew up in.
We drive up to Oakland, I take Chris to my favorite dim sum resataurant EVER (if you ever go to Oakland, go to the Jade Villa on Broadway. Expensive, but worth it), we shop a bit in Oakland's Chinatown and buy a real wok (I do a lot of Asian cooking and my old flat-bottomed American wok isn't cutting it) as well as some nice cheap dishes for our asian food nights.
Next, we head to the house I grew up in. We tour my old neighborhood, take some pictures. The newest owners of our house have painted it a pale slate grey (not blue, for the first time in 30 years) and put in a slate walk. It's not so much my old house as it used to be, and I'm sad. We head off to the Mountain View Cemetery in Piedmont, becaseu it's beautiful, we have a couple of hours, and I have to show it to Chris. We end up (as I expected we might) spending 2 hours taking art photographs of the views and monuments. Off to the Windmill to meet my sister.
We get there, and Chris decides he likes my sister and her intended. We hang out, her mom gets there, and we go off to see our bio-father. He likes the baby, pictures are taken, we go to dinner. I am disappointed that nobody else could come, but we eat anyway. After we eat Far Too Much, we go back to my sister's house and talk and catch up a bit, then it's back to the hotel.
Tuesday we go see my Dad (step-dad, but we are very close) in Carmel.
We check out of the hotel, get gas and head off down the coast. The drive down 17 is pretty, and we decide to eat lunch in Capitola after we get on 1. We find a nice little diner-style restaurant with decent prices and the undersides of duck decoys tacked to the ceiling. Really Good Food, nice service (eat at the Capitola Beach House if you are ever there). We have 45 minutes left on the meter so we go shopping, not intending to buy anything. So, of course, we find a little shop that has reasonably priced frog netsuke, which I buy for Mom and Dad for Xmas gifts, and a suprise for Chris's grandma, as well. Then, having spent too much money, we go on to Dad's.
Off into the hills inland of Carmel, and we sneak up on Dad, who is vacuuming. After scaring the crap out of him (hee hee), we introduce the Baby, and Dad, of course, loves him. We go out to dinner, walk along the waterfront in Monterey and watch the seals beat each other up and cavort in the night waters. Back to Dad's, sleep. In the morning we let Chris sleep and Dad, FX and I go out to breakfast (well, alright, lunch). After that, Chris, FX and I go to the Aquarium, while Dad does some maintenance on the house. The aquarium trip is expensive, but, as it turns out, worth every penny. FX loves fish. Really loves them, as in crawling out of the stroller or my arms to press his body against the glass to be closer to them, and sitting fascinated for 20 minutes at a time. So, we must have a fishtank, later on.
Very tired and achy, we head home and pick up Dad for dinner. After dinner we go for a walk in Monterey's downtown and Dad buys Chris a congratulatory cigar, which Chirs happily smokes. We go back to dad's watch a strange movie and go to sleep.
Thursday, after my younger sister comes by and meets the baby, is an uneventful drive home, with a couple of stops for food. At about 10 we're FINALLY home. I've never been so happy to see my messy living room. FX spends a couple of hours crawling around on the floor getting tired, and we get to bed by 12:30.
I'm tired. I don't want to get in a car for a LONG LONG time. I just wish we'd had time to see everyone - I missed a whole bunch of beloved freinds ( , for example, who was out of town, sigh) and some family (my aunt&uncle, some cousins, my brother) who I wanted to see. Ah, well, next time.
Don't EVER EVER get driving directions from Expedia. They doth SUCK. If you do anyway, buy a map before you leave. They give you 'shortcuts'. Meh.
We left last Thursday morning, and got to where we thought we were supposed to turn off (no exit number was actually given, very bad), and we actually miss the exit. Lo and behold, thirty miles further there's another exit ... For The Same Road. Bad sign. We take it, since it seems to be going in the right direction. It actually isn't. it's narrow, and dark and has no other cars on it. We pass a prison, while going down this lonely road that reminds me of Close Encounters. Creepy.
To cut it short, we drove for miles in the wrong direction (south) trying to find our way back to the highway before we gave up and declared that we would take the next road that carried significant traffic in the right direction. Bonus: I saw a sign for a town I recognized in the direction we needed to go. So, back on track, we head off, with only 150 miles of needless backtracking under our belts.
We stop for gas and a map, and the remainder of the trip is uneventful. We get to our hotel and check in ... at 2 am.
Saturday & Sunday are mostly set aside to visit Chris's aunt and Uncle in Grass Valley.
Back in SJ we stop by and visit D&I again. D. is evil and introduces Chris to Star Wars Galaxies (hereafter referred to as "crack") while I. and I talk. Around midnight we finally pry Chris away from D's computer and say our goodbyes. Back to the hotel for sleep...
Monday we see my sister
Next, we head to the house I grew up in. We tour my old neighborhood, take some pictures. The newest owners of our house have painted it a pale slate grey (not blue, for the first time in 30 years) and put in a slate walk. It's not so much my old house as it used to be, and I'm sad. We head off to the Mountain View Cemetery in Piedmont, becaseu it's beautiful, we have a couple of hours, and I have to show it to Chris. We end up (as I expected we might) spending 2 hours taking art photographs of the views and monuments. Off to the Windmill to meet my sister.
We get there, and Chris decides he likes my sister and her intended. We hang out, her mom gets there, and we go off to see our bio-father. He likes the baby, pictures are taken, we go to dinner. I am disappointed that nobody else could come, but we eat anyway. After we eat Far Too Much, we go back to my sister's house and talk and catch up a bit, then it's back to the hotel.
Tuesday we go see my Dad (step-dad, but we are very close) in Carmel.
Off into the hills inland of Carmel, and we sneak up on Dad, who is vacuuming. After scaring the crap out of him (hee hee), we introduce the Baby, and Dad, of course, loves him. We go out to dinner, walk along the waterfront in Monterey and watch the seals beat each other up and cavort in the night waters. Back to Dad's, sleep. In the morning we let Chris sleep and Dad, FX and I go out to breakfast (well, alright, lunch). After that, Chris, FX and I go to the Aquarium, while Dad does some maintenance on the house. The aquarium trip is expensive, but, as it turns out, worth every penny. FX loves fish. Really loves them, as in crawling out of the stroller or my arms to press his body against the glass to be closer to them, and sitting fascinated for 20 minutes at a time. So, we must have a fishtank, later on.
Very tired and achy, we head home and pick up Dad for dinner. After dinner we go for a walk in Monterey's downtown and Dad buys Chris a congratulatory cigar, which Chirs happily smokes. We go back to dad's watch a strange movie and go to sleep.
Thursday, after my younger sister comes by and meets the baby, is an uneventful drive home, with a couple of stops for food. At about 10 we're FINALLY home. I've never been so happy to see my messy living room. FX spends a couple of hours crawling around on the floor getting tired, and we get to bed by 12:30.
I'm tired. I don't want to get in a car for a LONG LONG time. I just wish we'd had time to see everyone - I missed a whole bunch of beloved freinds (
Thursday, October 09, 2003
Home again!
This is going to be short, amy be edited to add adventures later.
Long road trip, tired. Back to MASSIVELY FULL inbox, and baby who is not tired due to hours of sleep in the car.
To all who are owed communication, it will be about a day before I'll have time, but it's coming.
I'm glad "exhausted" is a mood.... that saves effort.
Long road trip, tired. Back to MASSIVELY FULL inbox, and baby who is not tired due to hours of sleep in the car.
To all who are owed communication, it will be about a day before I'll have time, but it's coming.
I'm glad "exhausted" is a mood.... that saves effort.
Tuesday, September 30, 2003
PMS, Product review #2, and other news
PMS. Ow. Cramps last night, woke with back spasm today after 4 hours of sleep. Hot shower kinda helped.
ow. Figures. (see 'other news', below)
Product review:
That "kaboom!" stuff actually works. We bought a bottle at Wallyworld for 3 dollars (I'm not paying 20 bucks plus shipping for 2 bottles and a freakin' sponge, when I can get 1 bottle for $3, thanks). I got bored yesterday and sprayed it on the nastiest part of the hard water/soap scum/dirtmarks (that build up in a week and take HOURS of concentrated scrubbing or vats of noxious chemicals to remove. And then they come right back, of course.). Further information: we have a small not-very-well-ventilated bathroom - no window and an exhaust fan that I'd swear had been roofed over at some point.
I wasn't expecting much for my $3. Mostly becasue I HATEHATEHATE that loud-ass guy who advertises the stuff on tv.
Surprise #1 This stuff doesn't make your ungs shrivel up. It's not yummy smelling, but I can now stand to be IN the bathroom while cleaning it. Always a plus.
Surprise #2 It actually does what it says it does (if the surface is bone dry - if the bathroom is damp, you need to scrub a bit). The test spots are scary in their sparkly whiteness, which means that I really need to finish cleaning the tub now.
But, on the bright side, at least I can.
Other news:
Going on a trip. I get to show the Baby Of Doom to lots of people whom I love dearly and who have not seen me in ages and ages. Whee. We leave Thursday. See you in a week!
FX is having a growth spurt. How do I know? He's sleeping a lot, eating when he is awake and I am constantly starving. And I've lost some weight, while eating what feels like too much.
And he has another tooth. Upper left Incisor. Yes, that means my nips hurt, thanks for asking. We're doing lots of 'no bite' training. He gets put down when he bites me and I've asked him not to. He doesn't like that, so he's learning not to take chunks out of Mom. The blisters are healing, and I've been using baby Anbesol gel on my nips after feedings more than on his gums (he only gets gum0numb stuff when his new tooth really bothers him).
The neighbors are dropping furniture repeatedly on the floor above us. It's been going on for hours and it's getting OLD. Bump. CRASH. Bang. THUMP. I thought when you are moving things you are supposed to avoid dropping them? Right?
ow. Figures. (see 'other news', below)
Product review:
That "kaboom!" stuff actually works. We bought a bottle at Wallyworld for 3 dollars (I'm not paying 20 bucks plus shipping for 2 bottles and a freakin' sponge, when I can get 1 bottle for $3, thanks). I got bored yesterday and sprayed it on the nastiest part of the hard water/soap scum/dirtmarks (that build up in a week and take HOURS of concentrated scrubbing or vats of noxious chemicals to remove. And then they come right back, of course.). Further information: we have a small not-very-well-ventilated bathroom - no window and an exhaust fan that I'd swear had been roofed over at some point.
I wasn't expecting much for my $3. Mostly becasue I HATEHATEHATE that loud-ass guy who advertises the stuff on tv.
Surprise #1 This stuff doesn't make your ungs shrivel up. It's not yummy smelling, but I can now stand to be IN the bathroom while cleaning it. Always a plus.
Surprise #2 It actually does what it says it does (if the surface is bone dry - if the bathroom is damp, you need to scrub a bit). The test spots are scary in their sparkly whiteness, which means that I really need to finish cleaning the tub now.
But, on the bright side, at least I can.
Other news:
Going on a trip. I get to show the Baby Of Doom to lots of people whom I love dearly and who have not seen me in ages and ages. Whee. We leave Thursday. See you in a week!
FX is having a growth spurt. How do I know? He's sleeping a lot, eating when he is awake and I am constantly starving. And I've lost some weight, while eating what feels like too much.
And he has another tooth. Upper left Incisor. Yes, that means my nips hurt, thanks for asking. We're doing lots of 'no bite' training. He gets put down when he bites me and I've asked him not to. He doesn't like that, so he's learning not to take chunks out of Mom. The blisters are healing, and I've been using baby Anbesol gel on my nips after feedings more than on his gums (he only gets gum0numb stuff when his new tooth really bothers him).
The neighbors are dropping furniture repeatedly on the floor above us. It's been going on for hours and it's getting OLD. Bump. CRASH. Bang. THUMP. I thought when you are moving things you are supposed to avoid dropping them? Right?
Saturday, September 27, 2003
Baby stuff: Homemade spot cleaner for carpeting
For anyone who has a Baby, as all babies produce Yellow Staining Poo (and it does get on the carpet, no matter how hard you try not to let it :/ ).
Anyhow, this stuff actually works, and it's cheap.
You need:
A spray bottle
A 12oz bottle of Hydrogen Peroxide (cleans and disinfects)
2-3 drops of dish soap (cleans)
1 teaspoon of baking soda (deodorizer)
dissolve baking soda in a little water.
Pour into spray bottle.
Pour HP into spray bottle.
Add 2-3 drops of dish soap.
Close spray bottle and shake to mix.
Spray on 'spots' on carpet, allow to foam a bit and blot with a damp washcloth. Repeat until spot is indistinct.
Any residue will come out next time carpet is cleaned.
What reminded me to post this? I just had to clean up a stealth poop off our bedroom floor. Sigh.
Anyhow, this stuff actually works, and it's cheap.
You need:
A spray bottle
A 12oz bottle of Hydrogen Peroxide (cleans and disinfects)
2-3 drops of dish soap (cleans)
1 teaspoon of baking soda (deodorizer)
dissolve baking soda in a little water.
Pour into spray bottle.
Pour HP into spray bottle.
Add 2-3 drops of dish soap.
Close spray bottle and shake to mix.
Spray on 'spots' on carpet, allow to foam a bit and blot with a damp washcloth. Repeat until spot is indistinct.
Any residue will come out next time carpet is cleaned.
What reminded me to post this? I just had to clean up a stealth poop off our bedroom floor. Sigh.
Saturday, September 20, 2003
Stuff and things
Things about FX:
FX is completely fascinated when I pick things up with my toes. He tries, but does not have the coordination yet.
FX had a dry night last night - he woke up crying 2x and both times went on the potty. His diaper was DRY! wooHoo! And no accidents on the floor today (yet). Happydance! If you want to know what the heck I'm doing, go here.
baby poo is VERY yellow. Everything that comes out of babies, with the exception of most barf, is yellow. I am perpetually cleaning yellow substances off my son.
Stuff about me:
I hate the latest spate of faked MS security patches. F*ck the idiot who wrote this latest net vermin. I have deleted at least 10 of those HUGE stupid emails in the last day.
Gaming last night went well. It was fun. However, 2 things:
1:If you are tired, eating more than half a cup of chocolate-covered espresso beans chased with coffee will not help. It will only give you a sick stomach and a racing heart. Even, or especially, after eating pizza.
2: DO NOT do a websearch on "wookie nookie", and if you do, DON'T click any of the links. I mean this. Mental scarring will occur. And possibly screaming. Don't do a search on shaved wookies either.
Quote for the day:
"If you can't say anything nice, come over here and sit by me." Dorothy Parker (I think. I can't be bothered to go look it up)
FX is completely fascinated when I pick things up with my toes. He tries, but does not have the coordination yet.
FX had a dry night last night - he woke up crying 2x and both times went on the potty. His diaper was DRY! wooHoo! And no accidents on the floor today (yet). Happydance! If you want to know what the heck I'm doing, go here.
baby poo is VERY yellow. Everything that comes out of babies, with the exception of most barf, is yellow. I am perpetually cleaning yellow substances off my son.
Stuff about me:
I hate the latest spate of faked MS security patches. F*ck the idiot who wrote this latest net vermin. I have deleted at least 10 of those HUGE stupid emails in the last day.
Gaming last night went well. It was fun. However, 2 things:
1:If you are tired, eating more than half a cup of chocolate-covered espresso beans chased with coffee will not help. It will only give you a sick stomach and a racing heart. Even, or especially, after eating pizza.
2: DO NOT do a websearch on "wookie nookie", and if you do, DON'T click any of the links. I mean this. Mental scarring will occur. And possibly screaming. Don't do a search on shaved wookies either.
Quote for the day:
"If you can't say anything nice, come over here and sit by me." Dorothy Parker (I think. I can't be bothered to go look it up)
Saturday, September 13, 2003
Sushi=/=Sleep
but it certainly helps. Chris took me out to our fave sushi place, possibly for the last time, as we will be moving in a month and a half. Hopefully back to TX.
I feel much better.
But I still meed sleep. Nope, I'm leaving that typo. It really says it all, doesn't it?
Still no garb.Still no garb.Still no garb.Still no garb.Still no garb.Still no garb.Still no garb.
Mending, but no garb.
However, I'm thinking about it. And FX is that much more tolerant of Ye Olde Machine. There is yet hope.
Sigh.
I feel much better.
But I still meed sleep. Nope, I'm leaving that typo. It really says it all, doesn't it?
Still no garb.Still no garb.Still no garb.Still no garb.Still no garb.Still no garb.Still no garb.
Mending, but no garb.
However, I'm thinking about it. And FX is that much more tolerant of Ye Olde Machine. There is yet hope.
Sigh.
Thursday, September 11, 2003
And now for something completely different...
Do NOT get that new AquaFresh toothpaste, the "Extreme Clean". If you are thinking about it, don't.
While it actually does get one's mouth veryveryclean indeed, it tastes, exactly, precisely, like ass.
Well, more like a combination of pine sol, listerine and luden's menthol cough drops (y'know, the ones that taste like mothballs mixed with molasses?).
I don't want to have to wash my mouth out 3x to get the taste of my toothpaste off my my poor assaulted tongue.
BLEAH. I want my 5 bucks back.
Oh, yeah, it's expensive, too.
While it actually does get one's mouth veryveryclean indeed, it tastes, exactly, precisely, like ass.
Well, more like a combination of pine sol, listerine and luden's menthol cough drops (y'know, the ones that taste like mothballs mixed with molasses?).
I don't want to have to wash my mouth out 3x to get the taste of my toothpaste off my my poor assaulted tongue.
BLEAH. I want my 5 bucks back.
Oh, yeah, it's expensive, too.
Three teeth! and other news
FX has cut his third tooth. It's also on the bottom, and promises to be followed shortly by the fourth. He looks like a baby wolfman. Figures. :)
Tho I had uppers by now. Maybe this is something from his dad's side....
Many hours later....
Oh, yes, that other news I promised.
He's biting my toes. JUST my toes. Toebiter, I name thee.
Tho I had uppers by now. Maybe this is something from his dad's side....
Many hours later....
Oh, yes, that other news I promised.
He's biting my toes. JUST my toes. Toebiter, I name thee.
Sunday, August 31, 2003
A word to the wise...
SO, I got to sew a bit today (no garb, making diaper covers for El Munchkin o' Doom).
If you have not given your sewing machine a deep de-linting in six months or so, do it now.
My machine was making a gentle squeaky sound, despite having done a light lint brushing a couple of days ago ( i was dusting the sewing table so I thought, what the hell). So I thought, "hmmm - maybe I should unscrew the stitchplate and REALLY clean this baby out!"
No kidding. I hadn't done it for awhile. I pulled all the little bits out and brushed like mad. DAYUMN.
Not lint bunnies under the bobbin assembly, no... llint llamas. Enough lint to make felt mouse, life-sized...
Go clean out your machine's guts. If you love it, do it :)
Your machine will love you back, I promise.
If you have not given your sewing machine a deep de-linting in six months or so, do it now.
My machine was making a gentle squeaky sound, despite having done a light lint brushing a couple of days ago ( i was dusting the sewing table so I thought, what the hell). So I thought, "hmmm - maybe I should unscrew the stitchplate and REALLY clean this baby out!"
No kidding. I hadn't done it for awhile. I pulled all the little bits out and brushed like mad. DAYUMN.
Not lint bunnies under the bobbin assembly, no... llint llamas. Enough lint to make felt mouse, life-sized...
Go clean out your machine's guts. If you love it, do it :)
Your machine will love you back, I promise.
Wednesday, August 27, 2003
Sunday, August 24, 2003
Found this poem
may 9 2003
my arms hurt
because
I've held you too long
your tiny body
close to mine
and then
I realize that
I won't get to hold you
long enough
you won't always be tiny
small enough to hold
in my arms
----------------
It's already true, and he's only six months old. Sigh.
I'm listening to the music I listened to when I was in labor with him...I'd do it all again, evein if it was reaally hard.
Le sigh.
my arms hurt
because
I've held you too long
your tiny body
close to mine
and then
I realize that
I won't get to hold you
long enough
you won't always be tiny
small enough to hold
in my arms
----------------
It's already true, and he's only six months old. Sigh.
I'm listening to the music I listened to when I was in labor with him...I'd do it all again, evein if it was reaally hard.
Le sigh.
Saturday, August 23, 2003
Eeep. Fire!
I'm in San Diego County, in deep southern California. It is late August, and dry and hot.
All day, a faint smoke smell has been in the air, and it's getting stronger. There is now visible smoke in the air, looking like a sort of fog across the street.
I'm thinking I'll have to close myslef up in my house today until the smoke clears, since I'm VERY allergic to Euke smoke, even more so than to just eucalyptus oils or pollen. Argh.
Can't find info aobut it on our local news website. I've closed the door and windows, and I'm already having allergic reactions. Ugh.
All day, a faint smoke smell has been in the air, and it's getting stronger. There is now visible smoke in the air, looking like a sort of fog across the street.
I'm thinking I'll have to close myslef up in my house today until the smoke clears, since I'm VERY allergic to Euke smoke, even more so than to just eucalyptus oils or pollen. Argh.
Can't find info aobut it on our local news website. I've closed the door and windows, and I'm already having allergic reactions. Ugh.
Monday, August 18, 2003
Zoo! Yay!
We went to the San Diego Zoo yesterday and had lots of fun (and got VERY tired, too). I got to see lots of animals (mostly sleepy animals, as it was hot and we went in the latter half of the day). We got FX several toys - he is very happy about his small gorilla and his zebra book.
I think, however, that this zoo has entirely too many bush pigs. They had at least 5 exhibits with bush pigs in them. It was fun watching the 3 baby pigs chase their dad around their family enclosure, though (mom pig was taking a break from nursing and having some food).
Other highlights: watching the hippos swim and play with balls, and playing "find the snake" in the reptile house displays (we found all of them, except one), and looking at the raptors. Oh, and the giant pigeons! They are blue and have little mohawk-looking crests and red eyes. They are about the size of a large chicken. MUCH cooler than regular pigeons.
Watching FX watch the apes and monkeys was great, too. He loved them.
The lions and tigers and bears were all sleepy, but the jaguars and leopards were up, as were the civet cats. Oh, and these teeeeny little wild cats from central Asia, whose name I forget. They were cute, and looked like kittens, but they were adults - they never get bigger than 6 pounds. All fluffy and cute.
Many many tiny ruminants and ungulates. Who knew there were that many little deer-like things? The best was an enclosure with some large striped ones and some TINY ones all eating the same hay. It was like looking at a group of great danes and chihuahuas.
My feet are sore, but it was amazing and I still feel full of wonder.
I think, however, that this zoo has entirely too many bush pigs. They had at least 5 exhibits with bush pigs in them. It was fun watching the 3 baby pigs chase their dad around their family enclosure, though (mom pig was taking a break from nursing and having some food).
Other highlights: watching the hippos swim and play with balls, and playing "find the snake" in the reptile house displays (we found all of them, except one), and looking at the raptors. Oh, and the giant pigeons! They are blue and have little mohawk-looking crests and red eyes. They are about the size of a large chicken. MUCH cooler than regular pigeons.
Watching FX watch the apes and monkeys was great, too. He loved them.
The lions and tigers and bears were all sleepy, but the jaguars and leopards were up, as were the civet cats. Oh, and these teeeeny little wild cats from central Asia, whose name I forget. They were cute, and looked like kittens, but they were adults - they never get bigger than 6 pounds. All fluffy and cute.
Many many tiny ruminants and ungulates. Who knew there were that many little deer-like things? The best was an enclosure with some large striped ones and some TINY ones all eating the same hay. It was like looking at a group of great danes and chihuahuas.
My feet are sore, but it was amazing and I still feel full of wonder.
Saturday, August 16, 2003
See? I'm alive. Kinda.
I was sick right before my birthday (wednesday), and I had a lousy birthday (FX got sick just as I got better, and living with a sick baby is worse than just being sick yourself...and then they called Chris into work, for the whole night), but I'm alive now.
I'm 33. Woo. Still don't feel any different. I had hoped my birthday might be better. Or at least the weekend afterward. Nope. Chris was at work every night wed-fri, and sleeping when he was home.
Chris is off gaming with the freind who dislikes me. No, he only went because I insisted (I'm not going to make him stop hanging with someone just because I don't get along with them - Castrating Bitch is not my middle name.), don't slam him. I want him to have a life of SOME kind, even though Said Freind effectively pushed me out of all the games I was in (I call writing me out of storylines while I'm sitting there and abandoning any games I'm actually having fun playing "pushing me out"), and then asked Chris to keep me from bringing any handwork to keep my hands busy (basically to not bring me at all...Hello? ADD? I need multiple things to do to keep from going insane here..). But I'm not bitter, just PISSED at this guy's gall. I could go on, but I won't. Drama fixes nothing.
After Chris left I got really ... sad.
I don't have any freinds locally to go hang with. Acquaintances, people I know from SCA fighter practice, yes, but nobody really wants to get close since I made no secret of the fact that we are moving in October. It seems like a Why Bother kind of thing. I'm not super-social or anything, but I think I'm starting to go crazy in here by myself. I just wish I had someone to talk to in person that I had something in common with. Chris offered to have me drop him off so he could loan me the car today, but I couldn't think of anywhere I would go. I'm thinking this is bad.
I miss Chris. I know I see him every day, but just to feed him and watch him sleep. I'm feeling really ... cut off and lonely. bad lonely. I think I need to talk to him about this, but i have no idea where to start.
Chris says we'll get to go to the zoo tomorrow. i have not been to a zoo in YEARS. I just want to hold our SuperMonkeyChild up in froont of the monkey enclosure and listen to him have conversations with the inhabitants.
Sigh.
I'm 33. Woo. Still don't feel any different. I had hoped my birthday might be better. Or at least the weekend afterward. Nope. Chris was at work every night wed-fri, and sleeping when he was home.
Chris is off gaming with the freind who dislikes me. No, he only went because I insisted (I'm not going to make him stop hanging with someone just because I don't get along with them - Castrating Bitch is not my middle name.), don't slam him. I want him to have a life of SOME kind, even though Said Freind effectively pushed me out of all the games I was in (I call writing me out of storylines while I'm sitting there and abandoning any games I'm actually having fun playing "pushing me out"), and then asked Chris to keep me from bringing any handwork to keep my hands busy (basically to not bring me at all...Hello? ADD? I need multiple things to do to keep from going insane here..). But I'm not bitter, just PISSED at this guy's gall. I could go on, but I won't. Drama fixes nothing.
After Chris left I got really ... sad.
I don't have any freinds locally to go hang with. Acquaintances, people I know from SCA fighter practice, yes, but nobody really wants to get close since I made no secret of the fact that we are moving in October. It seems like a Why Bother kind of thing. I'm not super-social or anything, but I think I'm starting to go crazy in here by myself. I just wish I had someone to talk to in person that I had something in common with. Chris offered to have me drop him off so he could loan me the car today, but I couldn't think of anywhere I would go. I'm thinking this is bad.
I miss Chris. I know I see him every day, but just to feed him and watch him sleep. I'm feeling really ... cut off and lonely. bad lonely. I think I need to talk to him about this, but i have no idea where to start.
Chris says we'll get to go to the zoo tomorrow. i have not been to a zoo in YEARS. I just want to hold our SuperMonkeyChild up in froont of the monkey enclosure and listen to him have conversations with the inhabitants.
Sigh.
Sunday, August 10, 2003
I'm not dead, I just feel that way
For the record, it isn't any fun having a 100 to 102 degree fever for a few days. It's less fun having one in 100 degree heat with a poor air conditioner. Fans help, except when they give me chills.
You know you are sick when everyone else is wearing shorts and you're in flannel pajamas and socks, wrapped firmly in a fleece blanket. My thermostat is broken.
Sucks to be me.
You know you are sick when everyone else is wearing shorts and you're in flannel pajamas and socks, wrapped firmly in a fleece blanket. My thermostat is broken.
Sucks to be me.
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