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Man, I sorta miss the days of having the time to write long in depth rambles of omphaloskepsis* here. Course LJ being under DDoS attack the past few days doesn't exactly help that either. But yeah, I used to be all introspective and shit, what happened? Please don't tell me I grew up and got a life, that would be sad.
It's more of a lack of spoons thing really. Between working on sqwrrl (2 months and change on the project, holy shit, maybe it'll actually go somewhere), getting my ass up at 6:30 am every day, and coming home exhausted every night, yeah, IDK. My obsessive need to document every aspect of my life seems to have gone by the wayside. Or at least the long form version of documenting my life - I still post a cubic shitton on twitter, slightly less on Facebook, and slightly less than that on G+. But... not so much here. And that makes me sad cause it's not just me. Everyone seems to be abandoning long form journaling for either one subject blogging elsewhere, or short form tweets. Just the way of the times, I guess. I try to keep up with everyones little blips and pictures and commentary, but since I am the person who pokes every puddle of still water looking for hidden depths (even if I can see the bottom - hey, sometimes there are pretty rocks, okay?) it ultimately leaves me a little hollow after reading.
But enough musings on the times they are a-changing.
Life does, in fact, continue apace; the last couple of days have been quite busy. Friday I rushed home to lose my shit and clean the house because not only were the kids on their way, we were having over a wandering![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wrpigeek as well. Hadn't seen him since Kidzilla's fifth birthday over 2 years ago so it was good to catch up with him, and marvel as he quickly gained a critical hit on his "Charm Animal" spell (the cat followed him like a lovestruck Bieber fan for the duration of his visit) and later on his "Charm young'uns" spell as well, as both kids gleefully piled on him for a good chunk of yesterday evening.
Yesterday morning I drove a blue car fulla blondes to the Farmers Market (insert Miss Daisy crack here) asaersi and I seem to have a standing date and Kidzilla wanted to come. I HAVE STEW INGREDIENTS. *cackle* Also some lovely currant cordial (I have no idea what I'm going to do with it but it tasted so good when I tried it last time I resolved to get a bottle this week) and treats for the 'zilla and myself by way of cider from the Black Sheep and a cookie for her the size of her head which she then devoured in the car. A crumby child is a happy child, lol.
Market itself was much more crowded and zooey than last week and there were a few instances of vendors not having their shit together (really, if you ran out of stew lamb by the first hour of market how the hell did you not bring more with you the next week?), but it was still fun, and I got good local-grown things and I WILL HAVE STEW DAMN IT NOM NOM NOM. Maybe I'll thaw out the beef and throw it in the crock pot tonight? Hmm.
I had a bit of a spoon crash after market, so spent much of the rest of Saturday feeling seizy in the guts and tired. Even had a nap at one point trying to store up energy for Burlesque later that evening. I did rally and go, despite a moment or three when I thoughthtl_1126 and her gang weren't going to make it (they did, ultimately!). And I was not disappointed - after a month off, the show outdid itself yet again. I've decided that Burlesque is probably a schedule II drug, everyone I know who goes tends to become a repeat offender. Goodness knows I haven't missed a single show since my first one in July and it kinda makes my night to get hugged and kissed at the end by Hors D'oeuvres. What? I love me some sassy drag queens in panda makeup okay? :) The actual performers are quite lovely too. I feel like there's a longer post in here somewhere about just Burlesque and what I've enjoyed about this troupe in particular. Maybe I'll get around to writing it at some point. Anyway I returned home, "hoarse for Hors" (seriously I still have a bit of sexy phone sex operator voice going on today), glad to have seen every9one I did see attending, and excited for next months "Best Of" show. I really hope Captain Elastico does the Pinhead routine from Halloween again... and maybe bring back Nikki LeVillain? Maybe? If they love me?
Anyway.
Today's a bit up in the air still. I slept in, which was nice and needed, and am still farting about in my PJs, which I don't normally do this late on kid weekends (being a good example, blah blah blah) but it's too much of a "fuck everything I don't feel well" sort of day to bother worrying about it. Considering Lil'Beast is kinda plague-ridden himself,cell23 is kinda at half speed as well and Kidzilla seems to want to take any opportunity to not have to change clothes ever (...), whatever. We're mostly still waiting to hear whether we have to drive them back out this evening, seeing as their stepfather has the plague as well and might not be up to making the trip, so we'll see.
So that's been life, of very late.
* not "omphaloskeksis" like I originally typed. I don't meditate while muttering "Mmmmm Gelfling!" to myself repeatedly. Though now of course I'm thinking the idea is amusing enough that maybe I should.
It's more of a lack of spoons thing really. Between working on sqwrrl (2 months and change on the project, holy shit, maybe it'll actually go somewhere), getting my ass up at 6:30 am every day, and coming home exhausted every night, yeah, IDK. My obsessive need to document every aspect of my life seems to have gone by the wayside. Or at least the long form version of documenting my life - I still post a cubic shitton on twitter, slightly less on Facebook, and slightly less than that on G+. But... not so much here. And that makes me sad cause it's not just me. Everyone seems to be abandoning long form journaling for either one subject blogging elsewhere, or short form tweets. Just the way of the times, I guess. I try to keep up with everyones little blips and pictures and commentary, but since I am the person who pokes every puddle of still water looking for hidden depths (even if I can see the bottom - hey, sometimes there are pretty rocks, okay?) it ultimately leaves me a little hollow after reading.
But enough musings on the times they are a-changing.
Life does, in fact, continue apace; the last couple of days have been quite busy. Friday I rushed home to lose my shit and clean the house because not only were the kids on their way, we were having over a wandering
wrpigeek as well. Hadn't seen him since Kidzilla's fifth birthday over 2 years ago so it was good to catch up with him, and marvel as he quickly gained a critical hit on his "Charm Animal" spell (the cat followed him like a lovestruck Bieber fan for the duration of his visit) and later on his "Charm young'uns" spell as well, as both kids gleefully piled on him for a good chunk of yesterday evening.Yesterday morning I drove a blue car fulla blondes to the Farmers Market (insert Miss Daisy crack here) as
aersi and I seem to have a standing date and Kidzilla wanted to come. I HAVE STEW INGREDIENTS. *cackle* Also some lovely currant cordial (I have no idea what I'm going to do with it but it tasted so good when I tried it last time I resolved to get a bottle this week) and treats for the 'zilla and myself by way of cider from the Black Sheep and a cookie for her the size of her head which she then devoured in the car. A crumby child is a happy child, lol. Market itself was much more crowded and zooey than last week and there were a few instances of vendors not having their shit together (really, if you ran out of stew lamb by the first hour of market how the hell did you not bring more with you the next week?), but it was still fun, and I got good local-grown things and I WILL HAVE STEW DAMN IT NOM NOM NOM. Maybe I'll thaw out the beef and throw it in the crock pot tonight? Hmm.
I had a bit of a spoon crash after market, so spent much of the rest of Saturday feeling seizy in the guts and tired. Even had a nap at one point trying to store up energy for Burlesque later that evening. I did rally and go, despite a moment or three when I thought
htl_1126 and her gang weren't going to make it (they did, ultimately!). And I was not disappointed - after a month off, the show outdid itself yet again. I've decided that Burlesque is probably a schedule II drug, everyone I know who goes tends to become a repeat offender. Goodness knows I haven't missed a single show since my first one in July and it kinda makes my night to get hugged and kissed at the end by Hors D'oeuvres. What? I love me some sassy drag queens in panda makeup okay? :) The actual performers are quite lovely too. I feel like there's a longer post in here somewhere about just Burlesque and what I've enjoyed about this troupe in particular. Maybe I'll get around to writing it at some point. Anyway I returned home, "hoarse for Hors" (seriously I still have a bit of sexy phone sex operator voice going on today), glad to have seen every9one I did see attending, and excited for next months "Best Of" show. I really hope Captain Elastico does the Pinhead routine from Halloween again... and maybe bring back Nikki LeVillain? Maybe? If they love me?Anyway.
Today's a bit up in the air still. I slept in, which was nice and needed, and am still farting about in my PJs, which I don't normally do this late on kid weekends (being a good example, blah blah blah) but it's too much of a "fuck everything I don't feel well" sort of day to bother worrying about it. Considering Lil'Beast is kinda plague-ridden himself,
cell23 is kinda at half speed as well and Kidzilla seems to want to take any opportunity to not have to change clothes ever (...), whatever. We're mostly still waiting to hear whether we have to drive them back out this evening, seeing as their stepfather has the plague as well and might not be up to making the trip, so we'll see.So that's been life, of very late.
* not "omphaloskeksis" like I originally typed. I don't meditate while muttering "Mmmmm Gelfling!" to myself repeatedly. Though now of course I'm thinking the idea is amusing enough that maybe I should.
