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Apr. 16th, 2011 06:16 pm...you know, I think I've finally found a subgenre of electronica I actually dislike. And y'all know I like everything.
Also wtf.
If I must suffer so must you all
Mar. 16th, 2011 11:36 amThere is nothing shocking or offensive or horrible about this video like my usual "if I must suffer" or "no comment" youtube posts. My problem is that it's so... fucking... stupid. Like seriously, they need to fire the lyricist. Whoever they are has no sense of rhythm, meter or meaningful content and then they made this poor girl sing it into a vocoder. WHAT THE FUCK BRAINSPLODE.
Which sucks cause the song itself is fucking catchy and is now firmly stuck in my head. GRRR ARGH. I kinda just want the backing instrumental so I can superimpose a whole other vocal track on top of it. Or better yet gangsta rap a la Girl Talk. But as is? AAAAAAAAAGH DELIVER ME FROM AUTOTUNED TEENAGE HELL.
Aside from contending with this aural dreck, I'm splitting my time between Buffy, work, fighting with Bryce 5 and some tomb terrain and hunting for new eggs on Dragcave. How's your day been so far?
If I must suffer so must you all
Mar. 16th, 2011 11:36 amThere is nothing shocking or offensive or horrible about this video like my usual "if I must suffer" or "no comment" youtube posts. My problem is that it's so... fucking... stupid. Like seriously, they need to fire the lyricist. Whoever they are has no sense of rhythm, meter or meaningful content and then they made this poor girl sing it into a vocoder. WHAT THE FUCK BRAINSPLODE.
Which sucks cause the song itself is fucking catchy and is now firmly stuck in my head. GRRR ARGH. I kinda just want the backing instrumental so I can superimpose a whole other vocal track on top of it. Or better yet gangsta rap a la Girl Talk. But as is? AAAAAAAAAGH DELIVER ME FROM AUTOTUNED TEENAGE HELL.
Aside from contending with this aural dreck, I'm splitting my time between Buffy, work, fighting with Bryce 5 and some tomb terrain and hunting for new eggs on Dragcave. How's your day been so far?
Weekend in review
Dec. 20th, 2010 12:05 pmFriday continued to be a very good day, what with a lovely latish dinner at Bertucci's with J&J and some of the squirekids followed by drinks and movies and gamernerditude at The Great Race War. Goddamn we need chairs, lol. But it was good to have a living room full of friends again this month, though both ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cell23 and I were glad it was a much lower key gathering than his birthday bacchanal earlier on.
Funny note, I had put on Fraggle Rock as afterparty background noise, and someone -cell23 maybe - pointed out that Doc was the same old dude in The Boondock Saints. So after a while we had to put that on because no one could shake the image, and well. I hadn't seen that movie in almost a decade, I'd clean forgotten most of it. I was rather amused at the conversation that arose about "funny looking but could still get it" men in hollywood, since it was generally agreed Willem Dafoe was on that list.
Saturday I inexplicably slept until 1, which is appallingly decadent for me, but I apparently just needed the sleep. The remainder of the day was spent in various Christmas shopping adventures withcell23 and deliriumdeva around Hadley and Northampton, which included excursions to A2Z and Ben&Bills - ALWAYS fun. It seemed to mostly be a scouting mission as I ended up only purchasing something for Kidzilla and something for Dad, but I have some other ideas for the remainder of folks on my gift list. May have to knock the rest of that out tomorrow.
Late Saturday night,cell23 and I decided we were in the mood for a light, silly movie, and we ended up watching the 2005 musical version of The Producers, which I'd been avoiding out of some weird loyalty to the original or something. Course I see my folly now, as this version is hysterical. I kinda want to have a Mel Brooks marathon now. That may have to happen one weekend soon. Have giant TV, will watch movies. Or something. Be nice if I had a working DVD player though, lol.
Sunday wasextrajoker's Werewolf game and apparently their game group's Christmas party, in which I was super touched by people I had only met a week or so ago including me with gifts as well. Also it's very hard to outdo extrajoker in terms of thoughtful well-chosen presents, as I happily went home with purple legwarmers, a brandy new coffee mug with "Write your own story" on it, and a box set of Roald Dahl paperbacks. We did get a wee bit of actual gaming done in amidst the in-joking and silliness and Christmas cracker pulling, enough to get to the major cliffhanger/plot hook. After which extrajoker drove me home and sat in my living room for an hour for a much needed gossip/shoot-the-shit/whatever happened to x-person session. Good times.
Alas, the day went downhill from there as the blue cheese turkey wrap I'd gotten for lunch turned vicious on me. Spent the remainder of the evening curled up in bed feeling like someone was digging out my intestines with a rusty spoon, running to the bathroom, and sleeping fitfully. Fuck food poisoning, seriously. At least it wasn't bad enough to warrant puking, but there were a few rounds of OW OW OW MOTHERFUCKER OW that I could have done without. This was mitigated somewhat by my making progress through The Magicians andcell23 coming in to hug and fuss from time to time, and sleep apparently helps everything as I'm mostly recovered from all that this morning.
This week will alas mostly be dedicated to stressing over Christmas and the accompanying trip home, some token celebration of The Longest Night after Geist tomorrow, and work. Also see trying to score '09 and '07 Christmas eggs from the Cave. I don't have high hopes for the latter, but the AP ought to be reasonably flooded with the former late tonight.
And speaking of work, back to it with me.
cell23 and I were glad it was a much lower key gathering than his birthday bacchanal earlier on.Funny note, I had put on Fraggle Rock as afterparty background noise, and someone -
cell23 maybe - pointed out that Doc was the same old dude in The Boondock Saints. So after a while we had to put that on because no one could shake the image, and well. I hadn't seen that movie in almost a decade, I'd clean forgotten most of it. I was rather amused at the conversation that arose about "funny looking but could still get it" men in hollywood, since it was generally agreed Willem Dafoe was on that list.Saturday I inexplicably slept until 1, which is appallingly decadent for me, but I apparently just needed the sleep. The remainder of the day was spent in various Christmas shopping adventures with
cell23 and deliriumdeva around Hadley and Northampton, which included excursions to A2Z and Ben&Bills - ALWAYS fun. It seemed to mostly be a scouting mission as I ended up only purchasing something for Kidzilla and something for Dad, but I have some other ideas for the remainder of folks on my gift list. May have to knock the rest of that out tomorrow.Late Saturday night,
cell23 and I decided we were in the mood for a light, silly movie, and we ended up watching the 2005 musical version of The Producers, which I'd been avoiding out of some weird loyalty to the original or something. Course I see my folly now, as this version is hysterical. I kinda want to have a Mel Brooks marathon now. That may have to happen one weekend soon. Have giant TV, will watch movies. Or something. Be nice if I had a working DVD player though, lol.Sunday was
extrajoker's Werewolf game and apparently their game group's Christmas party, in which I was super touched by people I had only met a week or so ago including me with gifts as well. Also it's very hard to outdo extrajoker in terms of thoughtful well-chosen presents, as I happily went home with purple legwarmers, a brandy new coffee mug with "Write your own story" on it, and a box set of Roald Dahl paperbacks. We did get a wee bit of actual gaming done in amidst the in-joking and silliness and Christmas cracker pulling, enough to get to the major cliffhanger/plot hook. After which extrajoker drove me home and sat in my living room for an hour for a much needed gossip/shoot-the-shit/whatever happened to x-person session. Good times.Alas, the day went downhill from there as the blue cheese turkey wrap I'd gotten for lunch turned vicious on me. Spent the remainder of the evening curled up in bed feeling like someone was digging out my intestines with a rusty spoon, running to the bathroom, and sleeping fitfully. Fuck food poisoning, seriously. At least it wasn't bad enough to warrant puking, but there were a few rounds of OW OW OW MOTHERFUCKER OW that I could have done without. This was mitigated somewhat by my making progress through The Magicians and
cell23 coming in to hug and fuss from time to time, and sleep apparently helps everything as I'm mostly recovered from all that this morning.This week will alas mostly be dedicated to stressing over Christmas and the accompanying trip home, some token celebration of The Longest Night after Geist tomorrow, and work. Also see trying to score '09 and '07 Christmas eggs from the Cave. I don't have high hopes for the latter, but the AP ought to be reasonably flooded with the former late tonight.
And speaking of work, back to it with me.
Weekend in review
Dec. 20th, 2010 12:05 pmFriday continued to be a very good day, what with a lovely latish dinner at Bertucci's with J&J and some of the squirekids followed by drinks and movies and gamernerditude at The Great Race War. Goddamn we need chairs, lol. But it was good to have a living room full of friends again this month, though both cell23 and I were glad it was a much lower key gathering than his birthday bacchanal earlier on.
Funny note, I had put on Fraggle Rock as afterparty background noise, and someone -cell23 maybe - pointed out that Doc was the same old dude in The Boondock Saints. So after a while we had to put that on because no one could shake the image, and well. I hadn't seen that movie in almost a decade, I'd clean forgotten most of it. I was rather amused at the conversation that arose about "funny looking but could still get it" men in hollywood, since it was generally agreed Willem Dafoe was on that list.
Saturday I inexplicably slept until 1, which is appallingly decadent for me, but I apparently just needed the sleep. The remainder of the day was spent in various Christmas shopping adventures withcell23 and deliriumdeva around Hadley and Northampton, which included excursions to A2Z and Ben&Bills - ALWAYS fun. It seemed to mostly be a scouting mission as I ended up only purchasing something for Kidzilla and something for Dad, but I have some other ideas for the remainder of folks on my gift list. May have to knock the rest of that out tomorrow.
Late Saturday night,cell23 and I decided we were in the mood for a light, silly movie, and we ended up watching the 2005 musical version of The Producers, which I'd been avoiding out of some weird loyalty to the original or something. Course I see my folly now, as this version is hysterical. I kinda want to have a Mel Brooks marathon now. That may have to happen one weekend soon. Have giant TV, will watch movies. Or something. Be nice if I had a working DVD player though, lol.
Sunday wasextrajoker's Werewolf game and apparently their game group's Christmas party, in which I was super touched by people I had only met a week or so ago including me with gifts as well. Also it's very hard to outdo extrajoker in terms of thoughtful well-chosen presents, as I happily went home with purple legwarmers, a brandy new coffee mug with "Write your own story" on it, and a box set of Roald Dahl paperbacks. We did get a wee bit of actual gaming done in amidst the in-joking and silliness and Christmas cracker pulling, enough to get to the major cliffhanger/plot hook. After which extrajoker drove me home and sat in my living room for an hour for a much needed gossip/shoot-the-shit/whatever happened to x-person session. Good times.
Alas, the day went downhill from there as the blue cheese turkey wrap I'd gotten for lunch turned vicious on me. Spent the remainder of the evening curled up in bed feeling like someone was digging out my intestines with a rusty spoon, running to the bathroom, and sleeping fitfully. Fuck food poisoning, seriously. At least it wasn't bad enough to warrant puking, but there were a few rounds of OW OW OW MOTHERFUCKER OW that I could have done without. This was mitigated somewhat by my making progress through The Magicians andcell23 coming in to hug and fuss from time to time, and sleep apparently helps everything as I'm mostly recovered from all that this morning.
This week will alas mostly be dedicated to stressing over Christmas and the accompanying trip home, some token celebration of The Longest Night after Geist tomorrow, and work. Also see trying to score '09 and '07 Christmas eggs from the Cave. I don't have high hopes for the latter, but the AP ought to be reasonably flooded with the former late tonight.
And speaking of work, back to it with me.
cell23 and I were glad it was a much lower key gathering than his birthday bacchanal earlier on.Funny note, I had put on Fraggle Rock as afterparty background noise, and someone -
cell23 maybe - pointed out that Doc was the same old dude in The Boondock Saints. So after a while we had to put that on because no one could shake the image, and well. I hadn't seen that movie in almost a decade, I'd clean forgotten most of it. I was rather amused at the conversation that arose about "funny looking but could still get it" men in hollywood, since it was generally agreed Willem Dafoe was on that list.Saturday I inexplicably slept until 1, which is appallingly decadent for me, but I apparently just needed the sleep. The remainder of the day was spent in various Christmas shopping adventures with
cell23 and deliriumdeva around Hadley and Northampton, which included excursions to A2Z and Ben&Bills - ALWAYS fun. It seemed to mostly be a scouting mission as I ended up only purchasing something for Kidzilla and something for Dad, but I have some other ideas for the remainder of folks on my gift list. May have to knock the rest of that out tomorrow.Late Saturday night,
cell23 and I decided we were in the mood for a light, silly movie, and we ended up watching the 2005 musical version of The Producers, which I'd been avoiding out of some weird loyalty to the original or something. Course I see my folly now, as this version is hysterical. I kinda want to have a Mel Brooks marathon now. That may have to happen one weekend soon. Have giant TV, will watch movies. Or something. Be nice if I had a working DVD player though, lol.Sunday was
extrajoker's Werewolf game and apparently their game group's Christmas party, in which I was super touched by people I had only met a week or so ago including me with gifts as well. Also it's very hard to outdo extrajoker in terms of thoughtful well-chosen presents, as I happily went home with purple legwarmers, a brandy new coffee mug with "Write your own story" on it, and a box set of Roald Dahl paperbacks. We did get a wee bit of actual gaming done in amidst the in-joking and silliness and Christmas cracker pulling, enough to get to the major cliffhanger/plot hook. After which extrajoker drove me home and sat in my living room for an hour for a much needed gossip/shoot-the-shit/whatever happened to x-person session. Good times.Alas, the day went downhill from there as the blue cheese turkey wrap I'd gotten for lunch turned vicious on me. Spent the remainder of the evening curled up in bed feeling like someone was digging out my intestines with a rusty spoon, running to the bathroom, and sleeping fitfully. Fuck food poisoning, seriously. At least it wasn't bad enough to warrant puking, but there were a few rounds of OW OW OW MOTHERFUCKER OW that I could have done without. This was mitigated somewhat by my making progress through The Magicians and
cell23 coming in to hug and fuss from time to time, and sleep apparently helps everything as I'm mostly recovered from all that this morning.This week will alas mostly be dedicated to stressing over Christmas and the accompanying trip home, some token celebration of The Longest Night after Geist tomorrow, and work. Also see trying to score '09 and '07 Christmas eggs from the Cave. I don't have high hopes for the latter, but the AP ought to be reasonably flooded with the former late tonight.
And speaking of work, back to it with me.
So I found out the hard way tonight that Kidzilla is highly susceptible to tearjerker movies. She got a little weepy at the end of The Land Before Time tonight. I had to give her a big hug and tell her a) Andees cry at the end of movies too (though generally not in front of people) b) it means the movie did its job and made you care about what happened to the characters, so it's perfectly okay.
Lovebug, to everyone's surprise, managed to stay awake for the entire movie and was VERY upset about Littlefoot's mom not making it to the Great Valley with the characters to the point of throwing a tantrum about it when credits rolled. Definitely one of those things where you feel horrible that the kids are upset, but at the same time you're kinda trying not to laugh at the same time... and then you feel horrible about THAT. I made up for it by letting them watch one of the Wallace and Gromit shorts (A Close Shave, specifically) to lighten the mood up a bit. 'Course then Lovebug got scared at the end when the characters almost get chewed up by a meat grinder... and, well.... cue bawling round 2.
As an aside... ( poop related TMI )
Everyone's now okay and tucked snugly into bed after lots of hugs and kisses and giggling but oy, stepmama needs her Baileys and cocoa. Wish we actually had some of either in the house! XD Once again, hats off to those of you who do this full time. *shakes head in bemused admiration*
Tomorrow, bells and brunch. YEAH BITCHES.
Lovebug, to everyone's surprise, managed to stay awake for the entire movie and was VERY upset about Littlefoot's mom not making it to the Great Valley with the characters to the point of throwing a tantrum about it when credits rolled. Definitely one of those things where you feel horrible that the kids are upset, but at the same time you're kinda trying not to laugh at the same time... and then you feel horrible about THAT. I made up for it by letting them watch one of the Wallace and Gromit shorts (A Close Shave, specifically) to lighten the mood up a bit. 'Course then Lovebug got scared at the end when the characters almost get chewed up by a meat grinder... and, well.... cue bawling round 2.
As an aside... ( poop related TMI )
Everyone's now okay and tucked snugly into bed after lots of hugs and kisses and giggling but oy, stepmama needs her Baileys and cocoa. Wish we actually had some of either in the house! XD Once again, hats off to those of you who do this full time. *shakes head in bemused admiration*
Tomorrow, bells and brunch. YEAH BITCHES.
So I found out the hard way tonight that Kidzilla is highly susceptible to tearjerker movies. She got a little weepy at the end of The Land Before Time tonight. I had to give her a big hug and tell her a) Andees cry at the end of movies too (though generally not in front of people) b) it means the movie did its job and made you care about what happened to the characters, so it's perfectly okay.
Lovebug, to everyone's surprise, managed to stay awake for the entire movie and was VERY upset about Littlefoot's mom not making it to the Great Valley with the characters to the point of throwing a tantrum about it when credits rolled. Definitely one of those things where you feel horrible that the kids are upset, but at the same time you're kinda trying not to laugh at the same time... and then you feel horrible about THAT. I made up for it by letting them watch one of the Wallace and Gromit shorts (A Close Shave, specifically) to lighten the mood up a bit. 'Course then Lovebug got scared at the end when the characters almost get chewed up by a meat grinder... and, well.... cue bawling round 2.
As an aside... ( poop related TMI )
Everyone's now okay and tucked snugly into bed after lots of hugs and kisses and giggling but oy, stepmama needs her Baileys and cocoa. Wish we actually had some of either in the house! XD Once again, hats off to those of you who do this full time. *shakes head in bemused admiration*
Tomorrow, bells and brunch. YEAH BITCHES.
Lovebug, to everyone's surprise, managed to stay awake for the entire movie and was VERY upset about Littlefoot's mom not making it to the Great Valley with the characters to the point of throwing a tantrum about it when credits rolled. Definitely one of those things where you feel horrible that the kids are upset, but at the same time you're kinda trying not to laugh at the same time... and then you feel horrible about THAT. I made up for it by letting them watch one of the Wallace and Gromit shorts (A Close Shave, specifically) to lighten the mood up a bit. 'Course then Lovebug got scared at the end when the characters almost get chewed up by a meat grinder... and, well.... cue bawling round 2.
As an aside... ( poop related TMI )
Everyone's now okay and tucked snugly into bed after lots of hugs and kisses and giggling but oy, stepmama needs her Baileys and cocoa. Wish we actually had some of either in the house! XD Once again, hats off to those of you who do this full time. *shakes head in bemused admiration*
Tomorrow, bells and brunch. YEAH BITCHES.
This post began oddly Repo!tastically.
Oct. 26th, 2010 10:06 amLJ, you don't know how much I love you. Why do I say that? Because every so often I get the urge to post in graphic detail progress reports on having Crohn's disease, but I'm quite sure no one wants to read a several page dissertation about my scars, my weight, and/or most importantly my poop. I will say this, though - when you have a chronic intestinal disorder, poop transitions from merely being gross and taboo to being weirdly fascinating. Still gross, mind. But fascinating nonetheless.
I'd say the same goes for having a blood disorder as well, but I don't see my own blood on a daily basis. And really other than knowing that if I need to creatively kill myself, all I'd have to do is cook up a pot of kale and eat the whole thing, not as much fun or opportunity to talk about it.
Long story short, my body is an annoying place to be, and yet weirdly interesting. *pokes at self* While I won't go into gory nor gross detail, I will say that the Crohn's has much improved in the past month, though I couldn't tell you if that is due to lack of constant living-situation stress or going back on the Humira. Maybe both? anyway, things are better in the health department. Just gotta start paying attention to what I'm eating again - along with everything else, digestion not being an excruciating process anymore means that I'm actually eating, and alas, that also means I'm consuming a fair amount of sugar/junk as well as healthier stuff. I also still plan on dragging my ass to the gym again as one of November's goals.
In not health related news, I sort of successfully managed to make a potato and cheese casserole as part of dinner last night. Successfully because it was actually reasonably good, sort of because actually making it had a few "oops" moments and so the flavor balance was off and the texture was a little weird. Still, it was edible enough for the Manbeast to grab seconds, so it's on the "lets try this again without the oops" list.
Manbeast and I wandered to Home Depot and the Halloween store in search of costumey fare and stuff for the house. Y'all don't know how much I absolutely love Home Depot - I commented to him that if anyone handed me a gift certificate to the big orange box I'd be a stupid happy woman. His response was to remind me that we rent our place, lol, but even without the sort of heavy demolition home improvement bits of the store I could find things to blow a lot of money on. Shelving. Organizers. Hooks. Zip ties. Power tools. Power strips. Mag lights. flower pots. 17 colors of duct tape (made from real ducks! Quackquackquackquackquack).* Really ANY kind of tape. Christmas shit. Wood. The list goes on and on and on, like Halcyon. (Orbital fans say "whuuuuuuut!") Socell23 had to deal a little bit with me acting like a sugared up four year old confronted with a giant Toys R Us. *shakes head* You would think after that whole getting clocked in the head by a plank as a kid would have cured me of my fascination with hardware, but noooooooooooope. Didn't actually buy anything but priced a bunch of stuff for later. I keep meaning to wander through the house, make a list of stuff we either need or would just make me happy if I had, and start putting aside money towards slowly acquiring said things, but I haven't yet. Stupid money, bash it good.
Anyway, time to serve more time in the HTML/CSS/SVU mines.
* It just dawned on me that the kids and I have developed in-jokes. Not just this one either; if I think about it hard enough, there are a fair number of them. Yikes!
I'd say the same goes for having a blood disorder as well, but I don't see my own blood on a daily basis. And really other than knowing that if I need to creatively kill myself, all I'd have to do is cook up a pot of kale and eat the whole thing, not as much fun or opportunity to talk about it.
Long story short, my body is an annoying place to be, and yet weirdly interesting. *pokes at self* While I won't go into gory nor gross detail, I will say that the Crohn's has much improved in the past month, though I couldn't tell you if that is due to lack of constant living-situation stress or going back on the Humira. Maybe both? anyway, things are better in the health department. Just gotta start paying attention to what I'm eating again - along with everything else, digestion not being an excruciating process anymore means that I'm actually eating, and alas, that also means I'm consuming a fair amount of sugar/junk as well as healthier stuff. I also still plan on dragging my ass to the gym again as one of November's goals.
In not health related news, I sort of successfully managed to make a potato and cheese casserole as part of dinner last night. Successfully because it was actually reasonably good, sort of because actually making it had a few "oops" moments and so the flavor balance was off and the texture was a little weird. Still, it was edible enough for the Manbeast to grab seconds, so it's on the "lets try this again without the oops" list.
Manbeast and I wandered to Home Depot and the Halloween store in search of costumey fare and stuff for the house. Y'all don't know how much I absolutely love Home Depot - I commented to him that if anyone handed me a gift certificate to the big orange box I'd be a stupid happy woman. His response was to remind me that we rent our place, lol, but even without the sort of heavy demolition home improvement bits of the store I could find things to blow a lot of money on. Shelving. Organizers. Hooks. Zip ties. Power tools. Power strips. Mag lights. flower pots. 17 colors of duct tape (made from real ducks! Quackquackquackquackquack).* Really ANY kind of tape. Christmas shit. Wood. The list goes on and on and on, like Halcyon. (Orbital fans say "whuuuuuuut!") So
cell23 had to deal a little bit with me acting like a sugared up four year old confronted with a giant Toys R Us. *shakes head* You would think after that whole getting clocked in the head by a plank as a kid would have cured me of my fascination with hardware, but noooooooooooope. Didn't actually buy anything but priced a bunch of stuff for later. I keep meaning to wander through the house, make a list of stuff we either need or would just make me happy if I had, and start putting aside money towards slowly acquiring said things, but I haven't yet. Stupid money, bash it good.Anyway, time to serve more time in the HTML/CSS/SVU mines.
* It just dawned on me that the kids and I have developed in-jokes. Not just this one either; if I think about it hard enough, there are a fair number of them. Yikes!
This post began oddly Repo!tastically.
Oct. 26th, 2010 10:06 amLJ, you don't know how much I love you. Why do I say that? Because every so often I get the urge to post in graphic detail progress reports on having Crohn's disease, but I'm quite sure no one wants to read a several page dissertation about my scars, my weight, and/or most importantly my poop. I will say this, though - when you have a chronic intestinal disorder, poop transitions from merely being gross and taboo to being weirdly fascinating. Still gross, mind. But fascinating nonetheless.
I'd say the same goes for having a blood disorder as well, but I don't see my own blood on a daily basis. And really other than knowing that if I need to creatively kill myself, all I'd have to do is cook up a pot of kale and eat the whole thing, not as much fun or opportunity to talk about it.
Long story short, my body is an annoying place to be, and yet weirdly interesting. *pokes at self* While I won't go into gory nor gross detail, I will say that the Crohn's has much improved in the past month, though I couldn't tell you if that is due to lack of constant living-situation stress or going back on the Humira. Maybe both? anyway, things are better in the health department. Just gotta start paying attention to what I'm eating again - along with everything else, digestion not being an excruciating process anymore means that I'm actually eating, and alas, that also means I'm consuming a fair amount of sugar/junk as well as healthier stuff. I also still plan on dragging my ass to the gym again as one of November's goals.
In not health related news, I sort of successfully managed to make a potato and cheese casserole as part of dinner last night. Successfully because it was actually reasonably good, sort of because actually making it had a few "oops" moments and so the flavor balance was off and the texture was a little weird. Still, it was edible enough for the Manbeast to grab seconds, so it's on the "lets try this again without the oops" list.
Manbeast and I wandered to Home Depot and the Halloween store in search of costumey fare and stuff for the house. Y'all don't know how much I absolutely love Home Depot - I commented to him that if anyone handed me a gift certificate to the big orange box I'd be a stupid happy woman. His response was to remind me that we rent our place, lol, but even without the sort of heavy demolition home improvement bits of the store I could find things to blow a lot of money on. Shelving. Organizers. Hooks. Zip ties. Power tools. Power strips. Mag lights. flower pots. 17 colors of duct tape (made from real ducks! Quackquackquackquackquack).* Really ANY kind of tape. Christmas shit. Wood. The list goes on and on and on, like Halcyon. (Orbital fans say "whuuuuuuut!") Socell23 had to deal a little bit with me acting like a sugared up four year old confronted with a giant Toys R Us. *shakes head* You would think after that whole getting clocked in the head by a plank as a kid would have cured me of my fascination with hardware, but noooooooooooope. Didn't actually buy anything but priced a bunch of stuff for later. I keep meaning to wander through the house, make a list of stuff we either need or would just make me happy if I had, and start putting aside money towards slowly acquiring said things, but I haven't yet. Stupid money, bash it good.
Anyway, time to serve more time in the HTML/CSS/SVU mines.
* It just dawned on me that the kids and I have developed in-jokes. Not just this one either; if I think about it hard enough, there are a fair number of them. Yikes!
I'd say the same goes for having a blood disorder as well, but I don't see my own blood on a daily basis. And really other than knowing that if I need to creatively kill myself, all I'd have to do is cook up a pot of kale and eat the whole thing, not as much fun or opportunity to talk about it.
Long story short, my body is an annoying place to be, and yet weirdly interesting. *pokes at self* While I won't go into gory nor gross detail, I will say that the Crohn's has much improved in the past month, though I couldn't tell you if that is due to lack of constant living-situation stress or going back on the Humira. Maybe both? anyway, things are better in the health department. Just gotta start paying attention to what I'm eating again - along with everything else, digestion not being an excruciating process anymore means that I'm actually eating, and alas, that also means I'm consuming a fair amount of sugar/junk as well as healthier stuff. I also still plan on dragging my ass to the gym again as one of November's goals.
In not health related news, I sort of successfully managed to make a potato and cheese casserole as part of dinner last night. Successfully because it was actually reasonably good, sort of because actually making it had a few "oops" moments and so the flavor balance was off and the texture was a little weird. Still, it was edible enough for the Manbeast to grab seconds, so it's on the "lets try this again without the oops" list.
Manbeast and I wandered to Home Depot and the Halloween store in search of costumey fare and stuff for the house. Y'all don't know how much I absolutely love Home Depot - I commented to him that if anyone handed me a gift certificate to the big orange box I'd be a stupid happy woman. His response was to remind me that we rent our place, lol, but even without the sort of heavy demolition home improvement bits of the store I could find things to blow a lot of money on. Shelving. Organizers. Hooks. Zip ties. Power tools. Power strips. Mag lights. flower pots. 17 colors of duct tape (made from real ducks! Quackquackquackquackquack).* Really ANY kind of tape. Christmas shit. Wood. The list goes on and on and on, like Halcyon. (Orbital fans say "whuuuuuuut!") So
cell23 had to deal a little bit with me acting like a sugared up four year old confronted with a giant Toys R Us. *shakes head* You would think after that whole getting clocked in the head by a plank as a kid would have cured me of my fascination with hardware, but noooooooooooope. Didn't actually buy anything but priced a bunch of stuff for later. I keep meaning to wander through the house, make a list of stuff we either need or would just make me happy if I had, and start putting aside money towards slowly acquiring said things, but I haven't yet. Stupid money, bash it good.Anyway, time to serve more time in the HTML/CSS/SVU mines.
* It just dawned on me that the kids and I have developed in-jokes. Not just this one either; if I think about it hard enough, there are a fair number of them. Yikes!
Me: *bopping along, working, being productive, doop de doop de doo*
Digestive tract: THIS CANNOT BE! TO THE BATHROOM WITH YOU, WENCH!
Me: OW, oog, okay okay okay! *flees into bathroom*
Digestive tract: I SHALL NOW HOLD YOU PRISONER UNTIL BOTH YOUR LEGS GO NUMB THEREBY DERAILING YOUR PRODUCTIVITY UTTERLY! MUUUUUUHAHAHAHAHAHHA
Me: Curse your sudden and inevitable betrayal!
Digestive tract: FEAR MY AWESOME POWERS
Me: *wobbles out of the bathroom and tries to get back to work*
Digestive tract: WHAT IS THIS, WORK? BACK IN THERE WITH YOU.
Me: nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Man, much as I am not looking forward to restarting Humira this week (mostly because I have to give myself four injections in under 30 minutes), I'm so done with this Crohnsy bullshit. I'm looking forward to when I can eat something without having it hurt like a motherfucker on the way out.
Digestive tract: THIS CANNOT BE! TO THE BATHROOM WITH YOU, WENCH!
Me: OW, oog, okay okay okay! *flees into bathroom*
Digestive tract: I SHALL NOW HOLD YOU PRISONER UNTIL BOTH YOUR LEGS GO NUMB THEREBY DERAILING YOUR PRODUCTIVITY UTTERLY! MUUUUUUHAHAHAHAHAHHA
Me: Curse your sudden and inevitable betrayal!
Digestive tract: FEAR MY AWESOME POWERS
Me: *wobbles out of the bathroom and tries to get back to work*
Digestive tract: WHAT IS THIS, WORK? BACK IN THERE WITH YOU.
Me: nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Man, much as I am not looking forward to restarting Humira this week (mostly because I have to give myself four injections in under 30 minutes), I'm so done with this Crohnsy bullshit. I'm looking forward to when I can eat something without having it hurt like a motherfucker on the way out.
Me: *bopping along, working, being productive, doop de doop de doo*
Digestive tract: THIS CANNOT BE! TO THE BATHROOM WITH YOU, WENCH!
Me: OW, oog, okay okay okay! *flees into bathroom*
Digestive tract: I SHALL NOW HOLD YOU PRISONER UNTIL BOTH YOUR LEGS GO NUMB THEREBY DERAILING YOUR PRODUCTIVITY UTTERLY! MUUUUUUHAHAHAHAHAHHA
Me: Curse your sudden and inevitable betrayal!
Digestive tract: FEAR MY AWESOME POWERS
Me: *wobbles out of the bathroom and tries to get back to work*
Digestive tract: WHAT IS THIS, WORK? BACK IN THERE WITH YOU.
Me: nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Man, much as I am not looking forward to restarting Humira this week (mostly because I have to give myself four injections in under 30 minutes), I'm so done with this Crohnsy bullshit. I'm looking forward to when I can eat something without having it hurt like a motherfucker on the way out.
Digestive tract: THIS CANNOT BE! TO THE BATHROOM WITH YOU, WENCH!
Me: OW, oog, okay okay okay! *flees into bathroom*
Digestive tract: I SHALL NOW HOLD YOU PRISONER UNTIL BOTH YOUR LEGS GO NUMB THEREBY DERAILING YOUR PRODUCTIVITY UTTERLY! MUUUUUUHAHAHAHAHAHHA
Me: Curse your sudden and inevitable betrayal!
Digestive tract: FEAR MY AWESOME POWERS
Me: *wobbles out of the bathroom and tries to get back to work*
Digestive tract: WHAT IS THIS, WORK? BACK IN THERE WITH YOU.
Me: nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Man, much as I am not looking forward to restarting Humira this week (mostly because I have to give myself four injections in under 30 minutes), I'm so done with this Crohnsy bullshit. I'm looking forward to when I can eat something without having it hurt like a motherfucker on the way out.
Fart resistant blanket.
Fart. Resistant. Blanket.
FART BLANKET.
FAAAAAAAAAAAART BLANKET.
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......
......
What the bloody blue fuck, y'all.
Fart resistant blanket.
Fart. Resistant. Blanket.
FART BLANKET.
FAAAAAAAAAAAART BLANKET.
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......
......
What the bloody blue fuck, y'all.
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Jun. 11th, 2010 03:21 pmConsidering me being sick this week this carries a double punch of wtf.
ETA: also
renegadethumper totally wins the Haterade Award for this.
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Jun. 11th, 2010 03:21 pmConsidering me being sick this week this carries a double punch of wtf.
ETA: also
renegadethumper totally wins the Haterade Award for this.I think even if I hadn't had to leave work for the doc appointment I might have gone home sick anyway. I feel horrible.
( Gross but fun fact )
But yeah, we are definitely spending the rest of the day hiding from the world under every single cover I have, cursing my insides, sipping water, and periodically running to the bathroom to geyser violently from one end or another. Bleg. I really hope I'm better tomorrow.
In other news, I didn't get read the riot act by my GI - in fact he was really nice to me once I explained what had been going on with me in terms of stress and money this year. My homework for now is to see if my insurance will cover getting either/both of my medications in six month lots so I don't run out anymore and since I don't have too much of a problem asking someone back home to cover that if it can be done, we'll go that way. Alas, once I do work that out I've got to start the Humira over from scratch which means one evening shooting myself up in the belly/thigh fats four times... ugh. But that's how it goes. We did discuss putting me back on prednisone, cause it's definitely cheaper than the Humira, but steroids fuck me up so hardcore that I really don't want to get back on them unless I absolutely have to, but considering what I'm going through today I'm on orders to keep him updated both at the end of the week and two weeks from now and if I am indeed not better by either point, back on them I go. He also agreed to personally cover my copay for the visit, which was awesome.
Still, I'm sick now, hating it, and being super self-pitying about my broken meatsack, my finances and a fair amount of lifefail. Also y'all know me, I hate being actually sick enough to have to stop, go to bed and stay there until I feel better. Like right now I'm obsessing over work, dishes and laundry that all need doing, which sucks and is stupid considering if I felt okay I wouldn't be doing any of those things anyway due to lazy. My crazy, let me show you it.
One bit of not so great but I'm kinda secretly glad about it - sick = 15 pounds mysteriously going bye bye. On one hand, any weight fluctuation of more than 5 pounds for me is not a good sign. On the other hand? It's still weight I don't have to worry about losing at some later point and explains why my pants all fit suddenly. Ahh, the fuckupedness of being female in America....
Back to bed now. :(
( Gross but fun fact )
But yeah, we are definitely spending the rest of the day hiding from the world under every single cover I have, cursing my insides, sipping water, and periodically running to the bathroom to geyser violently from one end or another. Bleg. I really hope I'm better tomorrow.
In other news, I didn't get read the riot act by my GI - in fact he was really nice to me once I explained what had been going on with me in terms of stress and money this year. My homework for now is to see if my insurance will cover getting either/both of my medications in six month lots so I don't run out anymore and since I don't have too much of a problem asking someone back home to cover that if it can be done, we'll go that way. Alas, once I do work that out I've got to start the Humira over from scratch which means one evening shooting myself up in the belly/thigh fats four times... ugh. But that's how it goes. We did discuss putting me back on prednisone, cause it's definitely cheaper than the Humira, but steroids fuck me up so hardcore that I really don't want to get back on them unless I absolutely have to, but considering what I'm going through today I'm on orders to keep him updated both at the end of the week and two weeks from now and if I am indeed not better by either point, back on them I go. He also agreed to personally cover my copay for the visit, which was awesome.
Still, I'm sick now, hating it, and being super self-pitying about my broken meatsack, my finances and a fair amount of lifefail. Also y'all know me, I hate being actually sick enough to have to stop, go to bed and stay there until I feel better. Like right now I'm obsessing over work, dishes and laundry that all need doing, which sucks and is stupid considering if I felt okay I wouldn't be doing any of those things anyway due to lazy. My crazy, let me show you it.
One bit of not so great but I'm kinda secretly glad about it - sick = 15 pounds mysteriously going bye bye. On one hand, any weight fluctuation of more than 5 pounds for me is not a good sign. On the other hand? It's still weight I don't have to worry about losing at some later point and explains why my pants all fit suddenly. Ahh, the fuckupedness of being female in America....
Back to bed now. :(
I think even if I hadn't had to leave work for the doc appointment I might have gone home sick anyway. I feel horrible.
( Gross but fun fact )
But yeah, we are definitely spending the rest of the day hiding from the world under every single cover I have, cursing my insides, sipping water, and periodically running to the bathroom to geyser violently from one end or another. Bleg. I really hope I'm better tomorrow.
In other news, I didn't get read the riot act by my GI - in fact he was really nice to me once I explained what had been going on with me in terms of stress and money this year. My homework for now is to see if my insurance will cover getting either/both of my medications in six month lots so I don't run out anymore and since I don't have too much of a problem asking someone back home to cover that if it can be done, we'll go that way. Alas, once I do work that out I've got to start the Humira over from scratch which means one evening shooting myself up in the belly/thigh fats four times... ugh. But that's how it goes. We did discuss putting me back on prednisone, cause it's definitely cheaper than the Humira, but steroids fuck me up so hardcore that I really don't want to get back on them unless I absolutely have to, but considering what I'm going through today I'm on orders to keep him updated both at the end of the week and two weeks from now and if I am indeed not better by either point, back on them I go. He also agreed to personally cover my copay for the visit, which was awesome.
Still, I'm sick now, hating it, and being super self-pitying about my broken meatsack, my finances and a fair amount of lifefail. Also y'all know me, I hate being actually sick enough to have to stop, go to bed and stay there until I feel better. Like right now I'm obsessing over work, dishes and laundry that all need doing, which sucks and is stupid considering if I felt okay I wouldn't be doing any of those things anyway due to lazy. My crazy, let me show you it.
One bit of not so great but I'm kinda secretly glad about it - sick = 15 pounds mysteriously going bye bye. On one hand, any weight fluctuation of more than 5 pounds for me is not a good sign. On the other hand? It's still weight I don't have to worry about losing at some later point and explains why my pants all fit suddenly. Ahh, the fuckupedness of being female in America....
Back to bed now. :(
( Gross but fun fact )
But yeah, we are definitely spending the rest of the day hiding from the world under every single cover I have, cursing my insides, sipping water, and periodically running to the bathroom to geyser violently from one end or another. Bleg. I really hope I'm better tomorrow.
In other news, I didn't get read the riot act by my GI - in fact he was really nice to me once I explained what had been going on with me in terms of stress and money this year. My homework for now is to see if my insurance will cover getting either/both of my medications in six month lots so I don't run out anymore and since I don't have too much of a problem asking someone back home to cover that if it can be done, we'll go that way. Alas, once I do work that out I've got to start the Humira over from scratch which means one evening shooting myself up in the belly/thigh fats four times... ugh. But that's how it goes. We did discuss putting me back on prednisone, cause it's definitely cheaper than the Humira, but steroids fuck me up so hardcore that I really don't want to get back on them unless I absolutely have to, but considering what I'm going through today I'm on orders to keep him updated both at the end of the week and two weeks from now and if I am indeed not better by either point, back on them I go. He also agreed to personally cover my copay for the visit, which was awesome.
Still, I'm sick now, hating it, and being super self-pitying about my broken meatsack, my finances and a fair amount of lifefail. Also y'all know me, I hate being actually sick enough to have to stop, go to bed and stay there until I feel better. Like right now I'm obsessing over work, dishes and laundry that all need doing, which sucks and is stupid considering if I felt okay I wouldn't be doing any of those things anyway due to lazy. My crazy, let me show you it.
One bit of not so great but I'm kinda secretly glad about it - sick = 15 pounds mysteriously going bye bye. On one hand, any weight fluctuation of more than 5 pounds for me is not a good sign. On the other hand? It's still weight I don't have to worry about losing at some later point and explains why my pants all fit suddenly. Ahh, the fuckupedness of being female in America....
Back to bed now. :(
