anagramofbrat: (ice)
It continues to be arctic around here. Not nearly as bad as the great lakes area, but still, frigid. I have got to nail down my wool sock and footwarmer game because my toes went numb and cold enough to terrify me earlier from standing on concrete for about 15 minutes waiting for the bus to bells. I've gotten a little freaked about my feet/toes lately - the only thing that's still wigging me out about Dad's stroke complications was him getting gangrene. I'm still kind of having nightmares about that actually. So half an hour of my own toes being numb and pale didn't do much for my state of mind this evening. Again, all the wool socks. All of them. Dyeeeesh.

Aside from it being colder than Satan's left ventricle lately, not much is newsworthy right now. The middle couple of weeks of January are always kind doldrumy and dull - all the Christmas stuff gets taken down (though I have yet to pull down the tree - lazy) so it's all dark and dismal at night, aside from moonlit snow. Everyone's still mentally and financially recovering from the holidays and if you're like me and consider the holidays to be essentially Halloween through New Years, January by comparison is... dreary. My days are consumed by work, my evenings by beads. (Not posting a count, but I did pass the 2/3rds mark.) About the only really new thing to report is that I decided for the sheer hell of it to take a serious crack at learning Elian script.



Considering years ago I taught myself and a few friends to read/write in runes so we could pass notes in class in relative safety*, this should really not be surprising. Plus I find the ease of words becoming these glyph-like things somewhere between alphabetical and ideographical writing rather fascinating. Writing in it isn't much of a challenge, though I can't quite get the hang of stacking the letters in appealing ways yet. Reading it, though - hoo boy. That's gonna take some work. The immersion thread on /r/elianscript is still a bit too much for me. Hmm, though now I wonder if there's tumblrs for it...

I keep looking at my icons and wanting to replace or delete most of them. They aren't representative of what's been up with me lately.

One good thing about all this winter is that it's toddy and tonic season. I got a pleasant surprise this morning while looking for local retail places to buy black currant cordial - essentially THE place that makes it around here posted the recipe I sent them years back for my boozy version of their Winter Tonic on their website. So that was cool.

I leave you with this gem from tumblr that cracked me the hell up when I saw it this morning:



Seriously though, it can warm up any damn time now, really.

* we had the sort of teacher that would read them out loud to the class if he caught you passing them. The first couple of times he caught us after we started writing them in runes were priceless in their hilarity, though after that he'd just send us to the principal so it was kind of a Pyhrric victory.
anagramofbrat: (ice)
Three days before Christmas, 70 degrees in Brooklyn and about as warm in New England?

Go home, winter, you're drunk.
anagramofbrat: (beads)
Yesterday I explained to the kids the idea that a lot of the time you have to go through something unpleasant to get what you want. I used the example of how I often want ice cream but getting it often requires too much effort (walking up the hill in the rain, driving all the way to the supermarket or worse, taking the bus) so it's easier to go without. I suppose this could be known as the "ice cream vs lazy" principle.

Today I really want to go to Joann's and get craft magnets. Taking the car is out, as Drew has gotten increasingly squirrelly about me driving it without being on his car insurance, and having him take me right now would involve shoveling the kids into the car as well. I could take the bus, but sunday schedule, regarless of whether school is in session or not, is quite frankly balls; if I left in half an hour, i'd have to bum around Amherst for half an hour then pay 1.25 to get onto the B43 and get there like, 40 min later and then have to worry about getting all the way back which will probably take ANOTHER hour and a half and considering it's college move-in weekend I'd be on a packed bus full of students with a bazillion bags of Target and Walmart sundries and... yeah, no.

Today looks like another hot humid one, and I will likely be spending it working on thank you notes, wondering where the hell the predicted thunderstorms are (I swear, we live in a storm proof bubble - all the storms tend to go immediately north or south of us), and trying not to die from lack of caffeine. Oh also finding some time to stealth-wrap Kidzilla's presents, since she's getting just impatient and nosy enough to start hunting through the house to figure out where I've hidden them.
anagramofbrat: (beads)


Just finished row 14. I don't know if this project is actually going faster, but it sure feels like it is. Probably has something to do with really short rows, especially in comparison to the last thing I did - 74 across as opposed to 170. So getting to see more progress after an evening's work is definitely a plus. Especially when said progress is a break in the boring stuff and finally getting to the top of Vulpix's pretty head-curls.



1064 / 4864 beads. 21.9% done!

Starting to regain my faith in humanity finally, though did have a minor setback on that front when an ad for a local market car dealer aired during the news. They apparently thought a low budgeting marketing tie-in with The Lone Ranger was a good idea and did this with some bargain basement Native American stereotyping. Because yay racism! But then after beading myself out of a GRR RAWR, watching a couple of episodes of Orange is the New Black with [livejournal.com profile] cell23 (unsure what I think yet, or whether I like it; giving it a few more eps to decide) and witnessing Twitter being collectively awesome I think I'm back down to the general dull roar of "well, all right, I'll shoot y'all last during the apocalypse." Mostly.

in other news, holy flaming asshair of Satan, it's hot this week. Stupid heatwave. Almost can't wait for the Vineyard next week purely because the temperature will not top 80 all next week there. Ocean air and all. Whew!
anagramofbrat: (ice)
I woke up at the usual time being all like UGGGH SNOW this morning, but then I got a text saying the office was delayed. YAY SNOW.

But seriously, my winter loving ass is so not here for this anymore. I want it to be spring already, so I can stop stressing about our electric bill, so I can start this summer's garden in earnest, so my fingernails will stop being purple without the aid of polish. I want color to return to the world, part of the reason I've been in such a funk is the never-ending gray everywhere. It doesn't help that we've been getting one sunny mostly clear day out of what feels like twenty lately. Sunshine, I wants it.

Eh enough complaining about the weather. I have to make a catch-up post at some point because the past few days have been full of terrifying lows, dizzying highs, and creamy middles. Quite literally on that last bit, actually, this was a weekend rather heavy on creamy treats, actually. But that's neither here or there. Maybe later when I return from my shortened workday? Ugh. Maybe I'll just do a bullet list instead. But still. Not right now.
anagramofbrat: (anxious tenna)
Not much to my life at the moment other than beads (almost done with the test pattern!) and the supposed Frakenstorm that's supposed to hit this region in the next few days. Yeah, IKR? Yikes.

FIrst the beads:



I'm about four rows from done and will probably just push ahead and finish it up in the next couple hours. As is true with each bead project, lessons were learned ( mostly that CLON thread >>>>>>> Nymo for many many reasons) Also that I have incredibly shitty posture. Trying not to hunch over the beadwork, but it's an ongoing battle. Mostly the lesson I'm taking away from all of this is that each of the screenies are going to require an incredible amount of patience and work.Rah Rah, up to the challenge and stuff, but I'd be lying if I wasn't slightly daunted considering how intense this little 1" and change square has been (Yeah, that thing is a little over an inch wide. Yeah I know. And I'm gearing up to tackle a pattern 9 times that on both sides. Truly I am a crazy woman.)

Also vaguely considering either a wrap for both wrists or a brace. Not that I have carpal tunnel or tendonitis or anything, which is a surprising you would think with the amount I type and the aforementioned shitty posture they would have gone by now, but so far no. I'd sort of like to keep it that way so invesitng in some wrist support might not be the worst idea.

In other news, like most of the East Coast, we are doing a little battening down the hatches for the Frankenstorm we're allegedly getting starting Sunday. I'm usually the one pooh-poohing the inclement weather predictions, especially since Valley weather is its own unique beast and continually defies meteorologist predictions of anything. After last year's freak Halloween snowstorm left errbody without power for several days, though, I'm not quite as dismissive. Drew and I added some emergency supplies to our usual Thursday shopping, though. We'll just have to see how it all goes, but I'm not going to lie, I'm both worried and also rather glad we don't have the kiddos this weekend.

lunchtime.
anagramofbrat: (brat)
Roy Jr's birthday is in a couple of days so I figured I'd scan a few of his HAY LOOK I'M TWO pictures and stick them on his Facebook timeline. I ended up scanning quite a few more after poking in my old photo album and finding some good ones. Most of these are on FB or Google, but I'll repost my favorites here.

big ass pictures ahoy )

WELLP so ends today's traipse down memory lane. I should probably shut down now. Sky's a rumblin'. Whoohoo, storm!
anagramofbrat: (anxious tenna)
Roll Call: Texas folk. I realize a lot of y'all are about as far away from Dallas-Fort Worth as I am (it's a big state) but please check in anyway and lemme know you and yours are safe.
anagramofbrat: (team tatro)
So I checked the forecast this morning to see if, much like yesterday, I could get away with wearing capris to work. Weather.com cheerfully informed me it was going up to some ridiculous high seventies number. What. It's March. I can't. Well, hopefully the fog'll burn off and the air will dry out some. This morning's chilly damp did nothing for the cold takin' holt in my chest and head.

But speaking of freakishly warm weather, it was just as gorgeous yesterday, so after a little arm twisting we convinced both kids that an afternoon at Groff Park was necessary. It because readily apparent that no one needed coats out there, not even with me changing down to a significantly lighter (and frankly better fitting) raincoat; they all eventually got peeled off and flung in the car. After that it was mostly just hanging out and playing with/observing the kids, which was its own degree of fun. Kidzilla is shy and reserved and prefers to play pretend games in her own head or with us rather than engage with other kids. That said, those games are pretty brilliant - yesterday she proposed all of us pretending to be Greek God(desse)s, though my interpretation of Demeter left her in slightly disapproving giggle fits, seeing as I extrapolated Demeter's dominion over grain to being the Lady of the Breakfast Cereal and kept demanding offerings of oatmeal, Honey Nut Cheerios and Frosted Mini-wheats. Come on, how often do you get to run around a playground yelling "I AM THE LADY OF RAISIN BRAN?" It's fun, try it.

Lil'Beast on the other hand, is a charming, sociable trip. He will play pretty much with anyone (especially little girls his size and bigger - we caught him chatting up eight year old girls), but does get rather frustrated and tantrumy if they don't play whatever game he's on "correctly." That is, according to him. Other than that, the other thing I noticed is he's pretty fearless in terms of tackling playground equipment - he was climbing around on some of the higher equipment in a fashion that had both @cell23 and I having mild heart attacks, but didn't phase him any. (Kidzilla, by contrast, in the last couple of years has developed a touch of acrophobia and in general tends to approach new challenges with trepidation.)

I don't know, these kids constantly surprise me. It's fun watching them figure out how the world works, even if sometimes prompting them on how to do it properly and sometimes independently has challenges of its own. Mostly, I'm just constantly boggled at how big they're getting. It seems like they were infants yesterday, and suddenly they've become small people with their own personalities and opinions and challenges, and I am constantly all "wait, when did that happen?" and kind of terrified that I'll blink and suddenly Kidzilla'll be graduating with her medical degree and Lil'Beast'll be, well, not so little, but probably still something of a charming beast. (Insert quip about apples and trees and how his dad inspires the same amount of loving need to whap in the head with a rolled up newspaper.) Honestly I'm glad I get to come along for the ride, and I can't wait to see what sort of grown-ups these two make. Well, okay, I can wait. It's gonna be a sad day when they're both too big to pick up, flip upside down and tickle.
anagramofbrat: (green things)
Holy crap, it's lovely out. which of course leads to delicious thoughts of summer gardening. I definitely need to do the beefsteak tomatoes again, and I definitely want to do something involving old soda bottles and herbs and duct tape. Also strawberries, and hopefully this year I won't kill em.Trying to figure out what else I want to try growing this summer. The pickling cukes didn't work out well. Maybe green beans and peppers? Hell, [livejournal.com profile] head58 seemed to do so well growing ghost peppers last year that I may try it out this year.

I need to dump out, rinse and resoil all the pots from last year, though I'm sort of annoyed that one of my big terra cotta ones has a deep crack in it. (oh well, it's a $5 pot.) Is it okay to reuse last year's soil if I pick all the weeds and roots out of it and fertilize it real good? or should i find someplace to compost it and start fresh?

And of course I have Spidey and the new aloe plants to contend with. Spidey needs to have his little spidery babies potted too.

Well we'll see where it all goes.

random

Mar. 14th, 2012 11:07 am
anagramofbrat: (green things)
Temperatures for the next little while are expected to stay between 60 and 70 F. There are peeper frogs out at night. The cat is going more apeshit than usual and spends hours either at the open back patio door or in the newly de-plasticked living room window. Or trying to make a break for it when we open doors. Expecting her to resume her rocket powered charge through the patio screen at any moment.

Met with Lesley Arak last night to talk wedding photography. Have some lists to make.

It's pi(e) day. I don't think I will get any tasty pie today, but it's only 10:30am, who knows what lovelies the day might bring.

I took a mental health day yesterday to rest up and deal with the brain weather, though that was quickly explained by the onset of ladytimes. Feh. Thankfully the cramp fairy has the month off, but her spot seems to be filled by the EAT EVERYTHING fairy. I tell you what, this whole having an appetite thing is awful. I just want to eat ALL THE THINGS all the time. I would appreciate a happy medium between pig out and nonconsensual fast.

I baked cheddar biscuits though. Nom nom nom.

Anyway, the brain weather seems to have settled a little bit, though I clearly still have some ex-related angries that need to be either put to bed once and for all (not likely) or cheerfully beaten back into their little boxes until later (probable). No real point to stressing myself about it until I find some way back onto my wellbutrin.

Somehow after swearing that I wouldn't freelance anymore I found myself helping one of the campus cops with his photography web site after work on Monday. Oh well. Extra money is never a bad thing.

I have a date tonight with CuteGirl - we are seeing The Artist. We'll see how I do w/r/t terrified lesbian sheep tendencies.

Still struggling with creative projects and the actual working on of them.

I have accidentally an aloe plant. One of the techs upstairs was putting this pot of aloe shoots out with a "TAKE ME HOME" so I was all what the hell, I used to be really good at growing aloes. Actually I have to get cracking on this year's gardening projects. Now that it's warming up I need to empty out and wash out last year's pots and decide what things I want to grow besides tomatoes. Also repot Spidey, he's looking a little sad.

[livejournal.com profile] cell23 and I are into the fourth season of Breaking Bad now. OMG this show. I can't even.

I have also broken my resolution to only have three books out from the library at a time. I met Lesley at the Jones last night and the temptation was just too great. Right now I have parts 3 & 4 out from Bujold's Sharing Knife series, Justine Larbalestier's Liar, Juliet Marillier's Daughter of the Forest*, and Justin Cronin's The Passage out right now. Also reading Stolen continents : the Americas through Indian eyes since 1492. Occasionally I have to break up all the YA and fantasy stuff, and this book so far is pretty good. *sigh* because I really have oodles of time to read. Feh.

I feel like I need to use the time between now and PAX hermited up until I get more stuff finished, or at least until I feel like I have. Except the damn weather's all COME OUTSIDE AND SPEND TIME IN ME. I suppose I ought to enjoy these precious few days of springtime before the trees all wake up and start filling the air with their abominable itchy fornications.

* intrigued, as this series seems to have the same cover artist as the first three Kushiel books.

huh.

Feb. 29th, 2012 02:53 pm
anagramofbrat: (ice)


It may be snowing a little bit in the Valley. Supposedly accumulation of up to 10 inches.

Well damn, Winter. Nice of you to finally show up. Shopping and getting home is going to be interesting...

In other news, amazing how a reasonably dull workday can be livened up by a friend dropping in. Especially when said friend just got contacts and so you mistake her for yet another random student looking for a MacBook charger or something. That said, eeee and yay for drop ins and subsequent lunchies by and with [livejournal.com profile] deliriumdeva.
anagramofbrat: (i'm on a horse)
Back at work today after leaving early on Wednesday and calling out yesterday. I still don't feel exactly 100% (more like 60 at generous best) but money has to be made and it's not like I get sick time on this gig. Not that the time home was entirely a wash. The great thing about the 21st century and having a tech oriented job is that there all kinds of devices you can crawl into bed with and continue to be productive on, even if you feel like leftover poop. Which is good. I'm still playing a horrifying amount of post-holiday catchup, money-wise.

Every morning I agonize over whether to bring the Hatemonger out with me. Usually when I decide to leave him home is the day when there's something FANTASTIC to photograph, of course. Goddamn Murphy's law. This morning someone had stuck a manniquin painted and dressed to resemble to jolly green giant in the Haigis Mall bus shelter. It was so fantastically WTF that I'm going to be kicking myself for leaving the camera all day.

I've put off rereading The Hunger Games for a long ass while, despite [livejournal.com profile] head58 treating me to the hardcover box set for my birthday. I guess I was terrified that it would lose something in the reread; its immediacy maybe, or my initial engagement with the characters, I don't know, I figured something would jump out at me that would make me not like it as much this time around. Since I'm falling behind on my 75 book challenge and needed something to do that wasn't staring at a screen last night (and since I haven't paid my library fines yet) I finally pulled out the first book and have been happy to find that a year and a half was about the right length of time between readings. Even though I know how it ends, it still has me quite firmly by the gonads.

People have spent so much of my life telling me I would grow to hate snow as I grew up, learned to drive, got older. I'm pleased to report that at 33.5 that has yet to become the truth. A good part of my morning indignance at being awake and moving at such an early hour was erased by the weirdly fun sensation of fresh snow creaking as it packed down under my boots.

No plans for the weekend other than finishing the recovery from this last round of uck, housecleaning, making some OJ chicken, and doing some work for job #1. Also working on Sqwrrl, as I've been neglecting that a bit this month in favor of Real Work (heh) and shoring up some gaps in my PHP knowledge. It may necessitate rewriting a fair bit of code but I think the game will be better for it. I also need to bite the bullet and start looking at books/tutorials/classes for smartphone app creation. Speaking of which, thank you for all the suggestions for Boston books.

I guess, TGIF, eh?
anagramofbrat: (halloween)
So we're doing nice seasonal activities today. Like baking Halloween pumpkins and carving cupcakes. Yes, I realized I was typing that wrong halfway through. DON'T CARE.



That's a puppy and a kitty, btw. Kidzilla drew them and I carved 'em out. Christ, my left arm hurts.

Meanwhile, directly in front of said pumpkins out of the patio door is this.



WHAT THE FUCK. IT'S OCTOBER. THE LEAVES ARE STILL EFFING GREEN ON THAT TREE. ALSO THIS ONE.



Apparently this is what happens when Lady Autumn and Old Man Winter decide to throw down and have themselves a territorial pissing contest.



I love snow, don't get me wrong, but OMG TOO SOON.

Irene

Aug. 28th, 2011 09:52 am
anagramofbrat: (whip my hair)
Seems unfair to take pictures of every other major storm we've had this summer and not this large lady, eh?



She's been downgraded to a TS, but she's still quite huge. So far lots of rain and wind and the power's blipped but not gone off. We'll see how it goes, as the eye is still near NYC right now.

So um yeah it's storming some.
anagramofbrat: (responsible adult)
We won't talk about how it took me a can of NOS and until about 2:30 pm to get motivated to actually start getting productive things done. Progress is slow, but at least it's getting made. And by golly ALL THE THINGS are getting CLEANED. YES THEY ARE. RAR.

Pretty much what matters most is the stuff from outside (plants, my bike, the grill, a few other things) got brought, inside just in case. Thankfully I did find a nice big sheet of plastic to put the plants on.

The weather's been a big tease today. It started gray, the sun came out for a couple hours, and then it got grayer (this was about when I was all OKAY I'll go bring the plants in), and then it started to rain. No wind or real drama yet. I'm kinda expecting to be massively disappointed by this sto-

WTF. The ice cream truck just went by. It's RAINING you ding dong! This is, I suppose why you are driving the Ding Dong Cart! Again, I say, WTF.

Currently listening to Pandora because I'm having one of those I HAVE SIXTY BAZILLION TRACKS IN MY MUSIC LIBRARY AND I'M SICK OF ALL OF THEM attacks. Even so, the industrial mix I'm playing is largely made up of shit I own anyway. Which I find super amusing. Oh well, üntz music is food to clean to anyway.

Time to suck down NOS can #2 and get back into the terrifyingness that is our bathroom D: Okay it's not THAT bad, don't call A&E or the two British ladies in heels on me yet. But I'm starting to see how that level of nast can happen. Yeeesh.
anagramofbrat: (om nom nom)
Once again I made these with the intention of long term snackage but judging by all the drive-by grazing that's been happening in the half hour or so since these came out of the oven, I doubt they're going to last too long. XD



Anyway, they are wicked easy to make if you have a little time to babysit the oven. Small oblong tomatoes (grape or plum) tend to work best. Today was mostly grape tomatoes with one plum and a few sungold cherry ones thrown in for variety/pan filling purposes.

  • Set oven to lowest setting (200°F is fine).
  • Cut tomatoes lengthwise into quarters (or eighths if working with a rounder tomato) and space evenly on either a non-stick or a parchment papered cookie sheet.
  • Sprinkle with salt, basil, garlic powder and/or pepper to taste.
  • Pop into oven for at least two hours.
  • Check every hour, remove from oven when all tomatoes seem dry but not crispy. Bigger tomatoes will take longer, obviously, grape tomatoes will take about 2.5-3h.
  • Let cool. NOM VORACIOUSLY.

So anyway the crate of grape tomatoes went to a very good purpose. I still have sungolds leftover for drive-by nommage as well. Really it's been a weekend of eating delicious farmers market food - between cell23's experiment in margarita pizza (I thought it was delicious, he thinks he can do much better) last night, and the utterly tastegasmic queso veijo I picked up yesterday and nibbled on this morning... yeah, it's been something of an omnomnom kinda weekend.

In other news after three days of high humidity and ominous clouds, it's finally thunderstorming out there.



Despite the picture, it's been a very half-hearted storm so far - a couple of grumblings from the sky and the rain has only just now picked up from a drizzle. Storm needs to nut up, in my opinion, though preferably not later, since [livejournal.com profile] cell23 and I found out this morning that we have to ferry the kidlets back to Boston today. Le sigh.
anagramofbrat: (click)
The fun thing about life changes for me is that I suddenly am filled with the hunger to DO ALL THE CREATIVE THINGS. Which is hilarious, because generally when my life takes a shift like that, it generally means that I have less time for creative stuff, not more. But for the little while where I have the shiny happy New Thing Energy*, I get ideas for projects and desires to do things. Granted these rarely come to any sort of fruition due to a lack of focus, but for a few weeks at least I actually want to do stuff as opposed to just feeling meh about everything.

I've got creative stuff on the burner, of course. I still have to cast The Witch off the loom, and soon because I want to start the next project and it needs to be done by Kidzilla's birthday, and that's not including her other birthday present which I've started working on as well. But on top of that I've been feeling the fever. I want to dance again, like not just go dancing, but go back to belly dance class and start really working on that again. I want to take moar pictures... and of other things besides trees, cats and kids. I'm finding I miss having someone willing to let me point a camera at them on a regular basis that's well over the age of seven, but considering the grief people have given me in the past for wanting to take their picture and my own lack of confidence in my abilities/camera, I'm kinda too self conscious to ask anyone I know about taking pictures of them (though I do seem to remember standing offers from [livejournal.com profile] aersi and [livejournal.com profile] htl_1126, which I'll have to cash in on sometime).

Oddly enough, something I've been turning over in my head is a partly overheard conversation between a few members of our company before burlesque about acceptable male body types, where it was posited that there are in fact only two that fit the criteria of "pleasing" either the skinny willowy gothboy type, or that insanely jacked cut-muscle beefcake type. See Joe Manganiello from True Blood or Chris Hemsworth from Thor. I think I know one guy that looks like the latter, but he's a dancer and is in the gym or the studio quite literally all damn day. I know maybe one person that conforms to tall willowy goth boy, but again, there was a lot of overzealous gym work to maintain that. (Being in the Air Force don't hurt none either.) Pretty much the rest of my male associates have/have had every single body type in between, though for the most part they tend to burliness of varying density. Some are widely considered beautiful, as it applies to guys anyway. Others aren't quite but have either a combination of compelling features overlaid with a cubic shitfuck of charisma. Still others still have something about them, but have alas been relegated both by outside voices and internal monologue to the ugly box. All this said, I can't think of a single person I know personally (that includes all of you reading this, by the way) that identifies as male that didn't have something I considered beautiful/aesthetically pleasing about them. A lot of you are handsomer than you realize, you know.

It was very much a concept that stuck in my head while watching the burlesque show, actually. I was on some level paying attention to the crowd reactions to the various acts and I've pretty much concluded that boobs seem to have universal appeal, no matter the size and shape. The two acts by the male guest performers, as expected, got somewhat less of a crowd reaction, considering the straight male contingent of the audience for the most part seemed awkward about expressing... appreciation? for their acts, and if they did it was for the humor of them and less for the physical attributes of the men performing. (Not that there was anything wrong there. Sirlesque ain't exactly my type, but they were pretteh.)

I don't know, I'm sure there's an argument for masculine body types/image, but it's gonna take someone far more eloquent than I to express it properly, I think. The entry got away from me a bit, honestly. At this point I kinda want to go watch The Full Monty in a fit of pique though.

I did have a greater point here, tying back to my whole CREATIVE EXPRESSION = VERY YES thing, but what I'd love to do is both find and take pictures of men. Not "models" or the type that Planet Fitness cheerfully derides as "lunkheads," just regular, real guys that still have a whole lot of a certain something that someone managed to catch on "film" or is willing to let me try. Alas, I'm quite sure the former is ridiculously hard to find, and the latter, well. I have yet to meet one of you male-identified types that wasn't also viciously camera shy, for all of the reasons poorly expressed above. Also see the part where camera = nerd repellent.

Eh, it was something twirling around my brain today, since I did promise yesterday that I'd post about it at some future point.

In other news, its cold and rainy in MA today, neither of which I'm complaining too hard about. Rainy means happy tomatoes, cold means happy Andee that doesn't mind getting glomphed at night. And the fact that it's this cold in August feels like a rare delicious treat. Also I had to nip into Target for a moment today and MY GOD IT IS BACK TO SCHOOL SEASON BAN ME FROM STAPLES NOW FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY.



* Its actually not entirely unlike New Relationship Energy actually - the spillover effect is much the same.

GIP

Apr. 1st, 2011 02:56 pm
anagramofbrat: (bitch please)
Haven't done one of these in a while. But I didn't really like my other Lana icon much. I'm a lot happier with this one.

Happy April Fools. Or, if you're like most of the grouches on my f-list, including me, Let Me Know When It's Over April Fools!



I'm rather glad that the April Fools snow we got was nowhere like as bad as the April Fools snowstorm of 1998 (I think) where after a mild, snowless winter OMGSURPRISE 3 feet and Smith wasn't gracious enough to close campus, even through none of the professors bothered to show up. Fun shit.

Youtube's viral 1911 vids are pretty cute, as is Google's Helvetica gag, Wikipedia's front page, and the Dragon Cave turning all its dragons to carrots. WoW's Crabby the Dungeon Helper got an actual audible snort out of me (but I'm one of those people that were amused rather than annoyed by the Office Assistant). Less impressed with Gmail motion. bellarisa's troll on facebook was actually really funny once I stopped having a heart attack. Otherwise, April 1 this year is kinda bleh, which is fine; anytime anything of note happens on this date it tends to not go well for me, so I'm genuinely okay with bleh.

In other news surviving the first day without coffee with lots of water, a cup of tea and extra strength tylenol. Getting work done and planning projects for the weekend, and since the weather's finally eased up, trying to psyche myself into getting laundry done, though that will very likely fail. Whatevs, not like I have to have anything nice clean before Sunday morning.

I'ma go find and hug a kitty now. She will hate it. I don't care.

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

GIP

Apr. 1st, 2011 02:56 pm
anagramofbrat: (bitch please)
Haven't done one of these in a while. But I didn't really like my other Lana icon much. I'm a lot happier with this one.

Happy April Fools. Or, if you're like most of the grouches on my f-list, including me, Let Me Know When It's Over April Fools!



I'm rather glad that the April Fools snow we got was nowhere like as bad as the April Fools snowstorm of 1998 (I think) where after a mild, snowless winter OMGSURPRISE 3 feet and Smith wasn't gracious enough to close campus, even through none of the professors bothered to show up. Fun shit.

Youtube's viral 1911 vids are pretty cute, as is Google's Helvetica gag, Wikipedia's front page, and the Dragon Cave turning all its dragons to carrots. WoW's Crabby the Dungeon Helper got an actual audible snort out of me (but I'm one of those people that were amused rather than annoyed by the Office Assistant). Less impressed with Gmail motion. bellarisa's troll on facebook was actually really funny once I stopped having a heart attack. Otherwise, April 1 this year is kinda bleh, which is fine; anytime anything of note happens on this date it tends to not go well for me, so I'm genuinely okay with bleh.

In other news surviving the first day without coffee with lots of water, a cup of tea and extra strength tylenol. Getting work done and planning projects for the weekend, and since the weather's finally eased up, trying to psyche myself into getting laundry done, though that will very likely fail. Whatevs, not like I have to have anything nice clean before Sunday morning.

I'ma go find and hug a kitty now. She will hate it. I don't care.

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