And these points of data make a beautiful line

[anagramofbrat]

Still here. Still both incredibly busy but not. Have survived the weekend's heatwave and am now enjoying the cool evening leeching in through the window. Just a taste of things to come, ugh. Least the allergies are more or less over.

Still beading. Passed the 80% mark today (and I checked the math this time, lol). The end is close enough to see, though still days away and only if I keep relentlessly at it. Yeah it hurts. I don't care. I want this done. Thankfully the pattern from here on out is exciting - no more huge chunks of single color desert. Even better, I'm down to the last row of musicians and finally, FINALLY have started the two lady dancers. Home stretch indeed. Not that I have any experience with this, but I imagine this is much like the last three or four miles in a marathon - almost there, just not quite yet; just tape up your nipples and keep on going.

(Yeah, there are many reasons why you'll never catch me running a marathon. Always been more of a sprinter myself. Not an endurance sort, at least not in terms of running.)

Still watching a crapton of TV whilst I do it too. Holy crap Gammatrons. I knew what was coming but DAMN. I'm still trying to decide how I feel about season 4 of Arrested Development, and I'm about this close to being about done entirely with Doctor Who (MOFFAT!!!) Course I say that and come November I'll be chomping at the bit for new episodes along with the rest of Them Tatros.

Speaking of which, coming up on 8 months this weekend. No homicides yet. As far as matrimony goes, I consider that a good sign. I also have a ring tan, that's new. Never could keep my old one on long enough to do that. Me and my dinky 3.5 sized fingers.

IDK... not a whole hell of a lot going on really. I feel like I'm finally starting to fall off of actual livejournalling... Mostly just because so many people I follow/care about/actually know have long since jumped ship for Facebook and Twitter, and that saddens me just enough to not really want to bother. Or, more honestly, its the lack of... interaction? over here. I've come to recognize that a big part of my brain thrives on comments and feedback, which lately i've just been getting more of elsewhere, and probably why I stick wiith Facebook even though I detest it - people actually write back. Not slighting anyone still here, but IDK. Maybe that makes me a narcissist? Eh, I can think of worse things to constantly need than a steady low buzz of online attention.

Anyway. TL;DR. I'm still alive. Just not very interesting.

Comments

[stefka.livejournal.com]

Still here. Still reading. :)

[flutterbychild.livejournal.com]

I totally get the whole not very interesting part...and I think similarly about myself. I guess I could post about projects and things. That's interesting, I guess?

[northernwalker]

I use Facebook for shorter stuff, but if I feel like writing an essay it's going to be here. Of course, I don't write many. :)

[urnesha.livejournal.com]

I haven't posted to LJ in months for the same reason. I never get any responses. Makes me sad cause I remember when LJ was the happening place and there was so much interaction. I love Facebook but it's not the same.

[rhipowered.livejournal.com]

Likewise here and reading. I've just sucked at Life Posts lately (see: Twitter all the timeeeeee).

[retsuko.livejournal.com]

Still here and reading, although I've felt a similar type of disappointment with LJ as a whole. :(