anagramofbrat: (seriously?)
So last night I had a vivid dream about spilling a box of beads into the carpet. I mean granted the beads in the dream were somewhat less of a pain to pick up, being about the size of ditalini or perler beads instead of the vision destroying grains of sand that they are in reality, but they were still annoying to pick up in the dream.

This morning I emptied my purse when I got to work, per usual (pretty much all I put in there is my lunchtime can of soup, my keys, my wallet/phone and my charger cable) and discovered that the bead box I'd put in there yesterday and removed this morning had popped two compartments and I now had at least two grams worth of two colors kicking around in the bottom of the bag. It could have been a lot worse, mind - the two colors that got dumped are fairly contrasting, as opposed to the possibility of having my two lightest colors mixed together... I shudder at the very thought, considering how much trouble I have telling them apart under anything but a blindingly bright LED flashlight, and even then it's a strain. Also, there are worse places to have a bead spill than a reasonably small and pretty self contained bag. Which isn't to say there wasn't some swearing when I discovered the mess.

Seriously can I be done with this project now, ugh. Also why do I have to have the prescient dreams about bead disasters of all things? >_<
anagramofbrat: (whee!!)
Am pretty much a zombie this morning due to a self-imposed coffee moratorium (NOS ain't cutting it today) plus it being the first night we left Ash out, resulting in all night kitty parkour. Not exactly restful, especially as he's all OHAI LETS PLAY *get all up in personal space* and Lily is all FUCK OFF NO REALLY and then he's all HUH I DON'T GET IT Y U MAD. The spaces of time in which they can just sit down, shut up and hang out within 2 feet of each other are getting bigger, so I'm not worried about them, though today we're leaving them alone together in the house while we're at work, so hopefully we won't return to completely destroyed house.

In one of the periods of actual sleep in between GALUMPH GALUMPH GALUMPH GALUMPH THUD MROW SSSSSS GALUMPH GALUMPH sessions, I had this very strange dream where I was going somewhere in a car with someone who may have been my mother but may have been a complete stranger. We had one other passenger who needed to be dropped off at the New Jersey Regional Airport (which doesn't exist - but what seemed to be a small airfield on the shore somewhere) and after they got out of the car, the driver (who was sitting on the left - british car?) decided they wanted to stop and look at the ocean for a while so we drove to the end of this pier next to the airport, and we were watching the waves come in, except they were getting taller and taller and finally washed the car off the pier with us inside. We had a moment of oh shit, but managed to escape through the windows (one point in favor of crank vs power windows I guess).

I also had a dream where a small chameleon was darting around the living room. (He was apparently big enough to be providing a piggyback ride to a small, excited anole.) That dream was about chasing him through the house before the cats got him, mostly but when I did catch him finally I was bringing him to the back of the house where there was this whole reptile display room like you'd find in the back of a pet store, and me being all WTF when did we put this in here, and are there any snakes because if there are cell23 probably isn't living here anymore, what?

And then this morning's adventure in Where The Fuck Are My Glasses, wherein I dimly remembered missing the bedside table with them last night, heard them clatter to the floor and noted their location before passing out. Except they were nowhere to be found when I got up this morning because the kitty parkour had knocked them across the floor so they were directly under the center of the bed. :P Note to self, make sure the glasses are put away properly at night until Captain Fuzzycock and Queen Haterade settle down.

So yeah. Not exactly a restful night, but at least an interesting one. Now the challenge is staying awake for the rest of the day.
anagramofbrat: (do want)
And back to the silliness:

Early this morning I dreamt that Donald Glover, Matt Smith, Danny Pudi and Benedict Cumberbatch were having a sleepover in our living room in full on 8 year old boy style. They were all wearing ridiculous superhero jammies, stuffing themselves with cookies and cursing each other over what looked like a very intense game of Mario Kart.

...yeah, as far as fannish geeky man-candy dreams go, that one was weird. Also watching Sherlock right before bed on Sundays is probably not a good idea. I had fucked up dreams after "Hounds of Baskerville" as well, but that's probably because I kept dozing off DURING that episode.

Speaking of which, can we give poor Russell Tovey a role sometime that doesn't involve him gibbering and screaming incoherently for once?
anagramofbrat: (got pms?)
Home today. Woke up this morning and both my intestines and uterus were having a JOLLY time inventing two-part harmony for pain. Called out, went back to sleep and had a morning of fitful dreams that involved people I know and am reasonably close to deciding it would be really fun to say horrible things about me to my face, hanging out with Hors D'oevres and Captain Elastico at a burlesque rehearsal for a show that was on my birthday instead of a week later, the cat trying to talk out of the back door to what at first was a space alien but through the miracle of dream logic turned out to be Lil'Beast in an awesome Halloween costume, and having every single thing I made last weekend and then boxed up/froze turn into containers of interestingly colored and therefore terrifying molds.

Fun morning. My lower regions seem a little better for the rest, if not exactly my head.

Have Things To Do today so I'm spending the afternoon and hopefully (caffeine and general ick feeling willing) the bit of the evening after game dealing with them. We'll see how I do...
anagramofbrat: (TV)
This morning I had not 1 but 2 dreams about 30 Rock. The first one was that somehow one of the sisters had managed to get me, a couple of her friends, and herself a private tour of some of the sets, so were all hanging out sitting on Kenneth's desk (and oddly/appropriately enough wearing NBC page jackets) watching people bustle around elsewhere when Alec Baldwin comes by looking all Jack Donaghy dapper to chat with us, take pictures and just be all "yes yes, I'm a celebrity, I don't know you people, but I'm gonna be nice to you for five minutes." While he was at it, Dean Winters for some reason was passing through out of costume and makeup, so I had a crazy fangirl moment ("OMG! I loved you in OZ! And in all those Allstate ads! You do douchebags really well!") and he was really really nice about that, lol. And then Tina Fey showed up, appropriately cute and super pregnant (which she actually is right now - I guess the ep of SNL the other day saw fit to remind me of that), and we talked about comedy and what it was like working with various actors (Tracey Morgan neither came up in conversation or showed up in the dream, so no opportunity to punch him in the kidney transplant. Sorry.) I also asked if I could pose in Jack's office with Alec Baldwin wearing a tux and holding a scotch; while the idea made her laugh she said it wouldn't be a good idea due to network and copyright. Eh worth a try anyway right?

I woke up and was all like huh? remarked on it on Twitter, went back to sleep and the dream continued with watching the cast film scenes from an upcoming episode of the "Liz Lemon thinks she's losing her mind; mayhem ensues" variety, woke up for real and was all WTF.

Probably some combination of watching the opening of SNL last saturday (it was a rerun), wibbling about going to New York today, and other stuff going that cooked that up in my subconscious, but... really?

Anyway, must continue running about like a headless chicken and packing. Catch you guys on the flip.

EEEEK

Apr. 19th, 2011 08:21 am
anagramofbrat: (ew)
Woke up twice this morning. Once due to spontaneous sleepy grown up fun. Once due to this incredibly freaky dream where the back of this old victorian house I, a few of the squirekids and several characters from GoT last night were living in opened out into the local emergency room and we were currently trapped in said house because there was a very bad flood (it only came up to the porch, but the house itself was on a hill - the rest of the neighborhood was under water) and I needed to go to said ER because I'd woken up feeling slimy only to discover I was sweating blood. Holy ebola batman!

Also woke up to discover our power blipped early this morning for the third time in two weeks. Thankfully since both [livejournal.com profile] cell23 and I suck at getting out of bed in the morning we have backups alarms that we then also hit snooze on for an hour, but still.

Anyway, awake now. Thanks subconscious. :P

heh

Mar. 10th, 2011 08:44 am
anagramofbrat: (so meaty)
Had an interesting twist on the old dream where you show up to a final exam to a class you never went to, in that I was preparing for a trip overseas that was happening in a few days and only just realized I never got my passport. The part where it got weird is as I tearing about The House frantic about this my mother (who often shows up in these dreams alive and well) calmly told me to stop freaking out and go look in the freezer with the rest of the Important Papers. Right, okay. Not sure what all my subconscious was trying to impart to me there, but felt it was just off the wall weird enough to note for posterity.

I've never had a passport, incidentally. I should fix this. I'd like to GTFO of the US for a while someday. Still unsure as to where I'd go, but it'd be nice to go somewhere.


I have solved the mystery of why I fell out of the habit of getting up at the ass crack of dawn, seeing as I have started doing it again. Hungry cats. Lily has figured out that the quickest way to wake up her humans is to kick my glasses off my nightstand, the sound of them falling to the floor instantly rouses me. Dick. Also the soporific effects of warm glomphy bedtime companion do nothing for my early rising abilities, especially as he routinely fails to get out of bed until fifteen minutes before he has to be at work. But yeah, apparently kitty needing foodins is a far more effective alarm clock than anything else I've tried. We'll go with that.

I started watching Community with the boy last night finally. Two eps in and it is cute, snarky fun, not to mention another opportunity to ogle Joel McHale. I can't get over how old Chevy Chase is. My mental picture of him is from Christmas Vacation, what the hell happened? Oh, yeah, 20 years, right. I'm still a little O_o about that, honestly, that it's been almost two decades since a whole lot of random pop culture and music I remember loving/watching/listening to. And then I remember I was a kid 20 years ago. And then the whole "20 years ago" thing hits me and my brain just kinda melts a little around the edges. I'm not sure how/when I got old enough to say "20 years ago" and have that refer to an actual period of sentience in my life. What. Just bring me the Geritol and Dentugrip now.


Today is Stan's birthday. Also today is when Dad gets out of rehab and goes home with Ruth thereby to terrorize her for a couple months while we all finish tending to The House. Looks like phone calls will make up a significant portion of my day.

I've been all thinky this week. Some good. A lot bad, honestly. Mostly neutral. And deeply thankful for the handful of things in my life that are going very very right and keep me going through the rest of it. One of which is STILL ignoring his alarm clock and snoring behind me, lol. I should go kiss him before he lumbers out of bed.

Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today!

heh

Mar. 10th, 2011 08:44 am
anagramofbrat: (so meaty)
Had an interesting twist on the old dream where you show up to a final exam to a class you never went to, in that I was preparing for a trip overseas that was happening in a few days and only just realized I never got my passport. The part where it got weird is as I tearing about The House frantic about this my mother (who often shows up in these dreams alive and well) calmly told me to stop freaking out and go look in the freezer with the rest of the Important Papers. Right, okay. Not sure what all my subconscious was trying to impart to me there, but felt it was just off the wall weird enough to note for posterity.

I've never had a passport, incidentally. I should fix this. I'd like to GTFO of the US for a while someday. Still unsure as to where I'd go, but it'd be nice to go somewhere.


I have solved the mystery of why I fell out of the habit of getting up at the ass crack of dawn, seeing as I have started doing it again. Hungry cats. Lily has figured out that the quickest way to wake up her humans is to kick my glasses off my nightstand, the sound of them falling to the floor instantly rouses me. Dick. Also the soporific effects of warm glomphy bedtime companion do nothing for my early rising abilities, especially as he routinely fails to get out of bed until fifteen minutes before he has to be at work. But yeah, apparently kitty needing foodins is a far more effective alarm clock than anything else I've tried. We'll go with that.

I started watching Community with the boy last night finally. Two eps in and it is cute, snarky fun, not to mention another opportunity to ogle Joel McHale. I can't get over how old Chevy Chase is. My mental picture of him is from Christmas Vacation, what the hell happened? Oh, yeah, 20 years, right. I'm still a little O_o about that, honestly, that it's been almost two decades since a whole lot of random pop culture and music I remember loving/watching/listening to. And then I remember I was a kid 20 years ago. And then the whole "20 years ago" thing hits me and my brain just kinda melts a little around the edges. I'm not sure how/when I got old enough to say "20 years ago" and have that refer to an actual period of sentience in my life. What. Just bring me the Geritol and Dentugrip now.


Today is Stan's birthday. Also today is when Dad gets out of rehab and goes home with Ruth thereby to terrorize her for a couple months while we all finish tending to The House. Looks like phone calls will make up a significant portion of my day.

I've been all thinky this week. Some good. A lot bad, honestly. Mostly neutral. And deeply thankful for the handful of things in my life that are going very very right and keep me going through the rest of it. One of which is STILL ignoring his alarm clock and snoring behind me, lol. I should go kiss him before he lumbers out of bed.

Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today!
anagramofbrat: (no more caffeine for you)
Good:
KIDDOS! Who are adorable in their new fuzzy Christmas pajamas. Well, really, they'd be adorable in miniature rain barrels, lets be frank here, but the PJs are pretty awesome. We showed up at Anna's to pick them up last night, and I swear, Kidzilla POUNCED me and went on a half an hour tear about dragons. O_o lol. I'm glad I've finally managed to isolate something she's obsessed with on the level that Lovebug is with Thomas but holy crap. I suppose it could be worse, it could be pink fluffy Barbie unicorns. I have to admit, after reading Rampant I've given unicorns some severe side-eye. Anyway a good chunk of this morning was spent organizing her scroll and helping her catch a few more. And being very amused about it.

I had planned to go in to the office yesterday, but didn't make it in. Aside from having a hectic and yet productive day I got pinged by [livejournal.com profile] drklrd1922 and we went up to the Dove's Nest for breakfast. Here followed a chat about kids and mental illness that's got me thinking - I also have a number/recommendation for a psychiatrist close by when I'm ready for that.

Among other things that were done yesterday, I managed to stop by the Jones and return some stuff (I've been doing pretty well on keeping up with my overdue fines at least) and pick up other stuff. I've still got two doorstops to read, but I'm frankly ignoring them to read Sarah MacLean's latest. Can I just say it's still a profoundly weird experience reading books written by someone you know? Especially the dedications because you actually know to whom they are referring! It's cool, but weird, you never get that sense of the book author being some amazing omniscient voice far away somewhere.

Bad:
Stressed about money, per usual. Also sick in the intestinemeat + period = super anemic and not fun. Also kinda feeling eaten by my to-do lists again.

Ugly:
This has been the week of vivid, nasty nightmares, dredging up all kinds of fun stuff. Ex drama and mental health mostly but there have been some monsters up in there that I haven't seen in a while and having to contend with them after a few years was unsettling. And while I'd don't precisely remember last night's round of completely unrestful sleep, it must have been a doozy, because I woke up exhausted to the point of down a die for the day. Huzzah.


Oh well. Today's been decent thus far, and there's another trip to the library planned for later and the rest of today is shaping up reasonably quiet as well, so I'm not too worried about the tired.
anagramofbrat: (no more caffeine for you)
Good:
KIDDOS! Who are adorable in their new fuzzy Christmas pajamas. Well, really, they'd be adorable in miniature rain barrels, lets be frank here, but the PJs are pretty awesome. We showed up at Anna's to pick them up last night, and I swear, Kidzilla POUNCED me and went on a half an hour tear about dragons. O_o lol. I'm glad I've finally managed to isolate something she's obsessed with on the level that Lovebug is with Thomas but holy crap. I suppose it could be worse, it could be pink fluffy Barbie unicorns. I have to admit, after reading Rampant I've given unicorns some severe side-eye. Anyway a good chunk of this morning was spent organizing her scroll and helping her catch a few more. And being very amused about it.

I had planned to go in to the office yesterday, but didn't make it in. Aside from having a hectic and yet productive day I got pinged by [livejournal.com profile] drklrd1922 and we went up to the Dove's Nest for breakfast. Here followed a chat about kids and mental illness that's got me thinking - I also have a number/recommendation for a psychiatrist close by when I'm ready for that.

Among other things that were done yesterday, I managed to stop by the Jones and return some stuff (I've been doing pretty well on keeping up with my overdue fines at least) and pick up other stuff. I've still got two doorstops to read, but I'm frankly ignoring them to read Sarah MacLean's latest. Can I just say it's still a profoundly weird experience reading books written by someone you know? Especially the dedications because you actually know to whom they are referring! It's cool, but weird, you never get that sense of the book author being some amazing omniscient voice far away somewhere.

Bad:
Stressed about money, per usual. Also sick in the intestinemeat + period = super anemic and not fun. Also kinda feeling eaten by my to-do lists again.

Ugly:
This has been the week of vivid, nasty nightmares, dredging up all kinds of fun stuff. Ex drama and mental health mostly but there have been some monsters up in there that I haven't seen in a while and having to contend with them after a few years was unsettling. And while I'd don't precisely remember last night's round of completely unrestful sleep, it must have been a doozy, because I woke up exhausted to the point of down a die for the day. Huzzah.


Oh well. Today's been decent thus far, and there's another trip to the library planned for later and the rest of today is shaping up reasonably quiet as well, so I'm not too worried about the tired.
anagramofbrat: (whip my hair)
well before I get into complaining in earnest, HAPPY BIRTHDAY [livejournal.com profile] rhipowered ZOMG.

In squeeful news I'm pleased to report that once again my hair is properly fortified with sweater guts. Nothing crazy this time - I just went with flat black, which looks... interesting. First of all it does rather underscore that my natural hair color is nowhere near black itself, so it looks kinda weird/cool. Also I look like a huge ass goth because I cut it super long and the ends trail to my lower back. The effect is very Morticia, if she were plump and black anyway. This, I might add, is in no way a complaint, but I do feel like I need to be in the corner listening to Covenant and writing bad poetry about graveyards and how I could outangst Morrissey. While standing in said graveyard. With a bucket of eyeliner. In the rain. And whipping my now awesome hair back and forth. I really am kind of appalled by how that song's grown on me, fungus-like. I think it's because black girl headbanging is a completely different beast from all other headbanging and I kinda like the fact that there's a song about it, annoyingly overproduced as it is.

In complainy news, I got absolutely no sleep last night. There were two interlocking reasons for this involving a head to toe bout of SUPREME ITCHY and an anxiety attack. Far as I can tell I'm either having an allergic reaction to something or an eczema flareup. Thinking maybe the latter, though if that's so that's annoying - I haven't had one of those in four years or so. Worrying about that, scratching, and worrying about the usual shit (which is somehow ever so much worse when you're tired and staring at the ceiling for hours) made for an uncomfortable, completely sleepless night, which I'm supremely peeved about considering I actually finished my hair at a reasonable hour. (We'll ignore the fact that reasonable = around 1:30 am). UGH. I finally crawled back into bed around 6, completely forgetting I'd offered to shuttle [livejournal.com profile] cell23 back from dropping River off for her oil change this morning, so I got back up to do that after half an hourish. Two point five cups of coffee and still ragingly itchy later, I think sleep's a lost cause. Ah well. Hanzo needed the walkies anyway.*sigh* Gods I miss my car. Was good to take him out for a bit, even just for like 10 minutes.

Wellp, I'm awake, might as well fire up last night's Sons of Anarchy and get something productive done.

Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today!
anagramofbrat: (whip my hair)
well before I get into complaining in earnest, HAPPY BIRTHDAY [livejournal.com profile] rhipowered ZOMG.

In squeeful news I'm pleased to report that once again my hair is properly fortified with sweater guts. Nothing crazy this time - I just went with flat black, which looks... interesting. First of all it does rather underscore that my natural hair color is nowhere near black itself, so it looks kinda weird/cool. Also I look like a huge ass goth because I cut it super long and the ends trail to my lower back. The effect is very Morticia, if she were plump and black anyway. This, I might add, is in no way a complaint, but I do feel like I need to be in the corner listening to Covenant and writing bad poetry about graveyards and how I could outangst Morrissey. While standing in said graveyard. With a bucket of eyeliner. In the rain. And whipping my now awesome hair back and forth. I really am kind of appalled by how that song's grown on me, fungus-like. I think it's because black girl headbanging is a completely different beast from all other headbanging and I kinda like the fact that there's a song about it, annoyingly overproduced as it is.

In complainy news, I got absolutely no sleep last night. There were two interlocking reasons for this involving a head to toe bout of SUPREME ITCHY and an anxiety attack. Far as I can tell I'm either having an allergic reaction to something or an eczema flareup. Thinking maybe the latter, though if that's so that's annoying - I haven't had one of those in four years or so. Worrying about that, scratching, and worrying about the usual shit (which is somehow ever so much worse when you're tired and staring at the ceiling for hours) made for an uncomfortable, completely sleepless night, which I'm supremely peeved about considering I actually finished my hair at a reasonable hour. (We'll ignore the fact that reasonable = around 1:30 am). UGH. I finally crawled back into bed around 6, completely forgetting I'd offered to shuttle [livejournal.com profile] cell23 back from dropping River off for her oil change this morning, so I got back up to do that after half an hourish. Two point five cups of coffee and still ragingly itchy later, I think sleep's a lost cause. Ah well. Hanzo needed the walkies anyway.*sigh* Gods I miss my car. Was good to take him out for a bit, even just for like 10 minutes.

Wellp, I'm awake, might as well fire up last night's Sons of Anarchy and get something productive done.

Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today!
anagramofbrat: (sing)
Odd things cross my brain pre-caffienation:


  • I dreamed that all my and [livejournal.com profile] cell23's clothing had vanished out of our closets. Just a bar full of haphazard hangars. What the fuck.


  • I woke up with "Werewolf Bar Mitzvah" firmly stuck in my head. [barrowman] 30ROCK! [/barrowman]


  • While I blearily shuffled and groaned my way to the coffeepot, a voice in my brain decided it needed to point out that almost the entire Muppet franchise, with the possible exception of "Sesame Street," fails the Bechdel Test. It most definitely fails if you eliminate the human guest stars. I mean, really, have you ever seen Piggy and Janice talk to each other about anything?


All of the above made me weirdly sad for various reasons. And then I had coffee.

In other news, Rock Band 3, oh holy crap, I'm going to fall over and die from awesome. The game itself is tighter and sharper, and demands more out of you. And keyboards. Gnnnrrrarrgh keyboards. With the exception of "Need You Tonight" (trust me, everyone will be able to play this one on expert pro keys) that shit is not easy. I found myself having the usual issue I do with guitar hero and rock band where I can't really anticipate what I'm doing fast enough to actually hit things and when you throw black note keys into the mix? aaaaaaaaaaaagh. Also I finally encountered the "Rock Band vs Actual Instrument" cognitive dissonance where the music is going in a completely different direction than my hand is. Okay, I finally get what the guitar/bass players have been fussing about all these years. Still. Nice that they added an instrument that I actually gravitate towards other than vocals. I'm just a little sad that I won't have all that much opportunity to practice. On the other hand, it's making me want to haul out the synth and start playing again. Music is good.

ETA: aha, I just realized what probably was fucking me up so badly on pro-keys, or at least what would have helped a ton - a key signature of some sort. It's a moot point on regular play because you only have five keys to worry about; when you have two octaves worth of chromatic scale to deal with? oh fuck no. When you have regular sheet music you have some warning before each section what keys you're going to need in general, and I think most piano/keyboard players default to C major (no black keys) if not told otherwise, so spontaneous black key wandering down is going to mess you the fuck up. Something for Harmonix to think about for #4?

Raining and warm, looking forward to another day of SVU and being utterly crushed/demoralized by my to-do list. Le Sigh. One paw in front of the other, right? Oh! wait there should be Sons of Anarchy, yes? All right, today doesn't seem that bleak. :) And there's bells later.
anagramofbrat: (sing)
Odd things cross my brain pre-caffienation:


  • I dreamed that all my and [livejournal.com profile] cell23's clothing had vanished out of our closets. Just a bar full of haphazard hangars. What the fuck.


  • I woke up with "Werewolf Bar Mitzvah" firmly stuck in my head. [barrowman] 30ROCK! [/barrowman]


  • While I blearily shuffled and groaned my way to the coffeepot, a voice in my brain decided it needed to point out that almost the entire Muppet franchise, with the possible exception of "Sesame Street," fails the Bechdel Test. It most definitely fails if you eliminate the human guest stars. I mean, really, have you ever seen Piggy and Janice talk to each other about anything?


All of the above made me weirdly sad for various reasons. And then I had coffee.

In other news, Rock Band 3, oh holy crap, I'm going to fall over and die from awesome. The game itself is tighter and sharper, and demands more out of you. And keyboards. Gnnnrrrarrgh keyboards. With the exception of "Need You Tonight" (trust me, everyone will be able to play this one on expert pro keys) that shit is not easy. I found myself having the usual issue I do with guitar hero and rock band where I can't really anticipate what I'm doing fast enough to actually hit things and when you throw black note keys into the mix? aaaaaaaaaaaagh. Also I finally encountered the "Rock Band vs Actual Instrument" cognitive dissonance where the music is going in a completely different direction than my hand is. Okay, I finally get what the guitar/bass players have been fussing about all these years. Still. Nice that they added an instrument that I actually gravitate towards other than vocals. I'm just a little sad that I won't have all that much opportunity to practice. On the other hand, it's making me want to haul out the synth and start playing again. Music is good.

ETA: aha, I just realized what probably was fucking me up so badly on pro-keys, or at least what would have helped a ton - a key signature of some sort. It's a moot point on regular play because you only have five keys to worry about; when you have two octaves worth of chromatic scale to deal with? oh fuck no. When you have regular sheet music you have some warning before each section what keys you're going to need in general, and I think most piano/keyboard players default to C major (no black keys) if not told otherwise, so spontaneous black key wandering down is going to mess you the fuck up. Something for Harmonix to think about for #4?

Raining and warm, looking forward to another day of SVU and being utterly crushed/demoralized by my to-do list. Le Sigh. One paw in front of the other, right? Oh! wait there should be Sons of Anarchy, yes? All right, today doesn't seem that bleak. :) And there's bells later.
anagramofbrat: (no more caffeine for you)
  • Ah, the fall chillies are setting in. The bugs have all frozen to death, I can sleep comfortable under three billion comforters if I wanna, and sometime today I do have to truck up Uncle Knickknack's winter wardrobe from the trunk downstairs, cause t-shirts ain't cutting it even with a flannel. None of this is in any way a complaint, I thrive in this 40-70 degree in between stage of fall.

  • I pulled out the yarn yesterday, and am rather impressed by the length of my hair all of a sudden. (You can pull the sproing down to shoulder length, about) Nice progress from when I cut it in January, I think. Sometime today there wll be brush-out and blow dry, seeing as right now I'm kind of rocking a dark brown sideshow bob look.

  • It has been pointed out to me that my posts have definitely gotten very kidcentric lately. Not in a bad way, mind, I'm not at the point where I'm documenting in exhaustive detail every poop, puke and giggle, but more in a fun life-affirming way. Nevertheless, I do worry about veering too much into Momzombie territory, seeing as people who do nothing but post about their children's farts babbles and blinks get on my nerves like whoa. (It's cute and all, but I like to hear about YOU once in a while, KWIM? Nice to know there's a human being under the dairy farm.) I'm not at the NEEDZ MOAR KID FILTER point yet, but y'all should let me know if I'm getting annoying with the OMGKIDZ posts, k? K. Yeah, I worry about this shit, deal. :)

  • Last night was plagued with weird, vivid dreams, and not all good ones, though the only one I actually remember was the one where I was Peggy from Mad Men and Don and I had to find a missing ad executive in the subway tunnels. (WTH?) The rest of the evenings worth of subconscious romps I don't remember, just have lingering impressions that they weren't good. Honestly, I'm a little more rattled by [livejournal.com profile] cell23 dreaming I ended up in the hospital again.

  • Making it a three coffee cup day in the hopes that I can use the caffeine to jumpstart all the GET SHIT DONE drive that needs to happen. Also fired up Toodledo again for the first time in six months, here's hoping that'll help keep me on task in the weeks ahead.


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anagramofbrat: (no more caffeine for you)
  • Ah, the fall chillies are setting in. The bugs have all frozen to death, I can sleep comfortable under three billion comforters if I wanna, and sometime today I do have to truck up Uncle Knickknack's winter wardrobe from the trunk downstairs, cause t-shirts ain't cutting it even with a flannel. None of this is in any way a complaint, I thrive in this 40-70 degree in between stage of fall.

  • I pulled out the yarn yesterday, and am rather impressed by the length of my hair all of a sudden. (You can pull the sproing down to shoulder length, about) Nice progress from when I cut it in January, I think. Sometime today there wll be brush-out and blow dry, seeing as right now I'm kind of rocking a dark brown sideshow bob look.

  • It has been pointed out to me that my posts have definitely gotten very kidcentric lately. Not in a bad way, mind, I'm not at the point where I'm documenting in exhaustive detail every poop, puke and giggle, but more in a fun life-affirming way. Nevertheless, I do worry about veering too much into Momzombie territory, seeing as people who do nothing but post about their children's farts babbles and blinks get on my nerves like whoa. (It's cute and all, but I like to hear about YOU once in a while, KWIM? Nice to know there's a human being under the dairy farm.) I'm not at the NEEDZ MOAR KID FILTER point yet, but y'all should let me know if I'm getting annoying with the OMGKIDZ posts, k? K. Yeah, I worry about this shit, deal. :)

  • Last night was plagued with weird, vivid dreams, and not all good ones, though the only one I actually remember was the one where I was Peggy from Mad Men and Don and I had to find a missing ad executive in the subway tunnels. (WTH?) The rest of the evenings worth of subconscious romps I don't remember, just have lingering impressions that they weren't good. Honestly, I'm a little more rattled by [livejournal.com profile] cell23 dreaming I ended up in the hospital again.

  • Making it a three coffee cup day in the hopes that I can use the caffeine to jumpstart all the GET SHIT DONE drive that needs to happen. Also fired up Toodledo again for the first time in six months, here's hoping that'll help keep me on task in the weeks ahead.


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heh

Oct. 12th, 2010 01:28 pm
anagramofbrat: (mass autumn)
It probably had to do with the fact that it was, in fact, raining at the time, but my dreams last night were full of biblical level rain and flooding, and me getting out of bed to look out the window just in time to watch my neighbor's van go floating away in between #22 and the 23/24 block.

And no, I didn't have to pee. Just water water everywhere. It was was weird, even though it was clear that if I'd gone downstairs in the dream I would have been wading through at least a couple feet of water, as I watched it come down I wasn't scared or worried or anything, and I guess I inherently knew everyone else was okay in the dream too. I'm sure there's some deep meaning in all of that somewhere (no pun intended), but damned if I know what it is.

I'd like to add that it's chilly but sunny and pretty out today. What the hell, subconscious.

heh

Oct. 12th, 2010 01:28 pm
anagramofbrat: (mass autumn)
It probably had to do with the fact that it was, in fact, raining at the time, but my dreams last night were full of biblical level rain and flooding, and me getting out of bed to look out the window just in time to watch my neighbor's van go floating away in between #22 and the 23/24 block.

And no, I didn't have to pee. Just water water everywhere. It was was weird, even though it was clear that if I'd gone downstairs in the dream I would have been wading through at least a couple feet of water, as I watched it come down I wasn't scared or worried or anything, and I guess I inherently knew everyone else was okay in the dream too. I'm sure there's some deep meaning in all of that somewhere (no pun intended), but damned if I know what it is.

I'd like to add that it's chilly but sunny and pretty out today. What the hell, subconscious.

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