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Aug. 19th, 2017 09:02 pm
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I went to a Scandinavian festival this morning, which seemed bad timing given the recent events in this country. Can you get more white than a Scandinavian festival? But I've been trying to get myself to do more new things, and it was in my neighborhood, on my way home from buying a new tub spigot at Home Depot. I ate Swedish meatballs and Swedish pancakes and watched some Scandinavian dancing, which reminded me of Regency or square dancing, with people changing from dancing with their partner, to clusters of four, to the entire group all swirling in unison.

I thought briefly of a Regency party, but then my brain went to my recent Quinn/Ben fic, and Horton hiring Ben to attend his celebrity parties, and chat up the wallflower ladies, and dance with them, while Quinn is an honored guest and lionized. After everyone had left, the musicians would stop their packing up, and play one more song so that Quinn and Ben could dance together.

Which is not really much of a fic. I just like the thought of Quinn and Ben in tuxes dancing together.

Speaking of bunnies, I watched the 1946 version of Agatha Christie's And Then There Were None. These strangers are invited to a house party on a deserted island. Every two bedrooms in this mansion share a bathroom in between, so these people who have just met are knocking on the door to let the other person know that the room is now available. Doesn't that scream fanfic? I think John and Rodney, with at some point, Rodney banging on the door and insulting how long John takes on his hair. Only not with that particular story, which has a lot of paranoia, distrust, and people being murdered. Interesting, but not something to rewrite. A happy house party on a deserted island with total strangers who bicker and fall in love and have sex in a big four poster bed.


Aug. 17th, 2017 09:39 am
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The textile company Timorous Beasties, who has had some of their wallpaper featured on Sherlock [notably that beautiful black figured paper in Irene Adler's bedroom, and I'm pretty sure her sitting room was TB as well] has some new papers that I am just absolutely drooling over.

The grey is from their Butterflies collection and the duck-egg blue is from their Fruit Looters collection.

I think it's only about 300 pounds a roll. TOTALLY AFFORDABLE. HAHAHAHAHAAHA.

Anthropologie has some gorgeous papers right now, too.


My walls are adobe, and honestly I don't think I'd ever put wallpaper on them - the natural texture is too interesting, IMO, and it doesn't seem appropriate anyway. And I have brilliant color on most of my walls - I can't abide plain white or eggshell. My mother always wanted to do color on her walls but then always chickened out and went for eggshell. Fuck it, man, you only live once and life is short. If you *want* color, do color.

If I lived in a more traditional, East coast style house, I'd totally go for a vivid paper like one of these.

a mixed bag for work

Aug. 17th, 2017 06:24 pm
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It's nice to be wanted. I stopped in at the primary school today to pick up books and schedule and was greeting quite warmly. :)

Sadly, it looks like management isn't quite following through though. I only said okay to the split schedule (part-time primary school, part-time branch) because I was told I'd have only two or three classes at the branch. Ha. No classes have been removed, so I've got six classes - that equals 12 hours. On top of the 10 at the primary school.

Bright side - it's 10 classes, not actual hours. Still. Ginormous classes (45-50, instead of the 15 or less at the branch). Whatever. I thought I was going to end up with grade 1 and grade 6, but I was wrong. Grade 1 and grade 2. I can totally do that. It also means I get to go back to working with my favorite chinese teacher. :)

I'll muddle through.

meme, etc

Aug. 16th, 2017 09:44 am
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My therapist disagrees with the other shrink's diagnosis of bipolar disorder. She doesn't think I have nearly enough manic indicators. That said, she doesn't think a mood stabilizer is necessarily a bad idea. She's going to consult with him, talk to him about my dissociation [I was so gobsmacked by his quick diagnosis I didn't even mention it] maybe they can come to a consensus.


I just finished the entire "Crazy Rich Asians" trilogy by Kevin Kwan. Total beach reads, designer porn, fluffy and fun, zippy writing style, and the characterizations were spiced enough to keep me clipping right along.

I continue to have a fuckton of other things to read. I'm taking my time. It's nice to be spoiled for choice when it comes to books.


The semester starts next week. I *think* I'm ready. Looking forward to more activity in the office for a change anyway. Things are getting kind of crazy with IT with setup [we share space] and everyone is kind of punchy, but at least they're in good moods, in that dizzy way. We all had a political bitchfest this morning, got the blood going. Thank fuck we're all bleeding heart snowflake liberals.


Semi-related to the last point, I find myself increasingly intolerant of Trump apologists of any stripe. Their rhetoric nauseates me, and their complicit silence nauseates me more. I have distanced myself from family and friends who are open Trump supporters, and I will not apologize for it. It is no longer a difference of political opinion; it is now a question of morality. This country is headed for a serious crisis, and we're going to have to choose sides. Those who scoffed at early comparisons to Germany in the thirties would do well to pay closer attention to the news now.


Meme I stole from [personal profile] magnetic_pole. I haven't done a meme in ages!

5 things you’ll find in my bag:

- sunglasses
- makeup bag
- phone
- keys
- wallet. Wow, that's exciting.

5 things you’ll find in my bedroom:

- a fuckton of jewelry.
- my battle station [aka my vanity, where I do my face]
- a fuckton of perfume.
- my Kindle, or whatever book I'm reading at the moment. And usually I'm reading three or four at a time, plus magazines, so there's usually a jumble of reading material on my night table at all times.
- Often, Nina.

5 things I’ve always wanted to do:

- publish a book. [done! :D]
- world tour. So many places, I can't name just a few. The only place I've been abroad is Ireland. Mexico and Canada don't count.
- drive a race car on a track, I don't care what kind. As long as I can go really, really, REALLY fast.
- get an inside tour of the Metropolitan Museum of Art's Costume Institute.
- walk in high heels. [Total pipe dream. Never going to happen :)]

5 things that make me happy:

- friends
- fandom, much of the time
- books
- fashion
- Nina <3

5 things I’m currently into:

- Sherlock
- The makeup boards on Reddit and Makeupalley
- corn on the cob
- golden pear tomatoes
- inviting cancer to go fuck itself

5 things on my to-do list:

- finish cleaning house for Artemis' visit
- do a tumblr meme that [personal profile] ancientreader invited me to do
- give myself a serious pedicure
- evaluate summer wardrobe for downsizing; accordingly, evaluate fall wardrobe [yay fall!]
- get back into a regular exercise routine. Poor Nina is gaining weight, and I'm weak and flabby. :(

I would love to see everyone do this, of course! Have a swell day and night. :)

wtf, body?

Aug. 13th, 2017 11:27 pm
wyomingnot: (domhnall)
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It was ridiculously hot and humid today. Which, okay, summer. But I managed to run out of cat food, and the nearest place that has any is right on the border of too-far-to-walk. I went anyway. Was literally dripping sweat. My clothes were soaked by the time I got home.

And what have I just gotten a craving for? Tomato soup.

Which I can't actually have. Oh, I have a few cans in the cupboard. That's not the problem. The problem is that the gas is out. Has been since Monday. Probably won't be back on until Tuesday. Something about it being unstable, which I'm trying not to think about. Hoping that's some kind of mis-translation.

In other body weirdness, I basically missed a period again. Started yesterday, just two days early for the next time. And it's not even a proper period. Super, super light. Feels like I'm wasting pads.

And tonight, I got really really... on edge? Wanted to break things. Hurt myself. Just... ugh. I seem to be over that. But it would have been nice to be able to pop a xanax. I am all out. Not even sure I can get it here.

I've been over-doing the lego-ing. My hands hurt. And I'm basically out of room for completed sets. I've started putting stuff on the window sills. Taking my chances there... Rocket has been known to get up on the sills.

School starts next week. Naturally I don't have a schedule yet. Need to confirm with management that I am indeed going to be splitting time between the primary school and the branch. And then poking the folks at the primary school. If I am indeed going there, I'll need to pop in on friday and pick up books and hopefully my schedule (hopefully. last year, they didn't have the schedule finalized. yes, three days before the term started. yeesh).

Enough rambling for now.

Take care, y'all.

grex grex grex

Aug. 12th, 2017 09:39 pm
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Tired of being tired and feeling like ass and having this god-awful taste in my mouth always, ugh. I know, I know...the treatments are working. I am getting better, slooowly. I shouldn't complain. But goddammit I am so flipping fatigued always, and it's such a bummer.

I tried to do some cleaning today, because Artemis is coming to visit me in less than two weeks [yay!!!], and I got wiped out after half an hour [boo.]. I'll have to do it incrementally, fuuuuck. I don't like cleaning unless I'm in a groove, and incremental cleaning is the least groovy cleaning there is. But I haven't much choice.

It's been a depressing AF week anyway. Had chemo on Monday and had to get brake work done on the same day, whee. Have to have more expensive work done this Monday, but I guess at least I'll have a safe truck to drive. I won't be able to afford gas, but the truck will be safe, haha.

On Wednesday I went to see a new med-dispensing shrink because my current med-dispensing NP is leaving my therapist's practice [my therapist doesn't dispense meds] and after a battery of questions the shrink informed me I had bipolar disorder. I was like WTF, are you sure? He asked me some more questions, and was like, yeah, nobody's every diagnosed you with bipolar before? because you're definitely bipolar.

I was like...Oh. This is new. I must say, it's certainly been a summer of revelations. -____- He wants to put me on a mood stabilizer after I'm through with chemotherapy. I had a few days of reeling about it. I did some research and thinking, and I guess it's not too far off the mark, given some patterns of behavior, but it's still been hard to wrap my head around. I've been dealing with a lot of shit lately, and this is one more thing down the pike. It's just...one more thing.

But maybe the meds will be awesome, who knows. I told him I don't want anything that makes me feel dead inside, and he said there are other meds that can help if the one he's thinking of doesn't, and I'm just trying to trust his expertise. He's not a warm fuzzy guy by any stretch of the imagination, but he seems to know his meds up and down, which is more important. Also, oddly, he seemed to suss out that I was a Monty Python fan really quickly and then played me a Beyond the Fringe clip while he went to look for some paperwork. I'm not sure how he worked that out. Dr. House, anyone? *scratches head*

Isabella Blow, in my icon, is one of my fashion and style goddesses. She was also bipolar and had a very sad life that she ended prematurely. I do have to remind myself to be grateful for the good things I have.


Besides Rifftrax and MST3K [old and new], the only thing I've really watched on TV lately was The People vs. O.J. Simpson, which was way better than I thought it would be. I've been doing quite a bit of reading, though, because it's easier than watching something moving on a screen when you feel like shit. I just finished Crazy Rich Asians by Kevin Kwan, which was fluffy and fun enough for me to check out his two other books - I think they're sequels but I'm not sure. I read The Fireman by Joe Hill, which was okay but not as good as Heart Shaped Box. I reread all of Simon Doonan's books [I own them all] - he is in charge of all the windows at Barneys in New York, which - if you've never seen them, you should Google them, because they are fantastic. And he is hilarious and a wonderful writer and also married to Jonathan Adler, which is cool.

And I just read this peculiar French novel called A Rebours [Against Nature, or Against the Grain as some translations call it] about a guy named Jean des Esseintes who decides to shut himself away from society and build himself a world that is totally artificial and super-aesthetic and entirely to his own tastes.

I couldn't say it wasn't interesting. Des Essientes is the original hipster asshole - anything that's popular, he finds a reason to hate. He keeps etchings depicting scenes of torture on his walls. He concocts a meal of entirely black foods. He had a tortoise jeweled so he could watch its stones play light off the carpet he'd bought [the poor creature died from the cruelty]. He's so sexually jaded that he fucked a ventriloquist who simulated her husband bellowing from outside so that he could get the thrill of in flagrante delicto. He fucks young boys. He creates artificial flowers and all sorts of perfumes. He keeps a small library of 'pure' French and Latin books because everything else is shit. He reads Catholic theology for the smells and bells, and not because of actual faith or human goodwill. He decides to take a trip to London, but gets as far as an English pub in France and decides he's had enough of an authentic English experience and then heads back home.

Apparently this was the book that made Dorian Gray entranced in Oscar Wilde's novel, and served as a sort of primer for wannabe Decadents in the late 19th and early 20th century. I thought it was kind of funny/amusing myself, and wasn't sure if it was meant to be satire or not. I could see Brian Slade and Jack Fairy taking it very, very seriously. :)

Anyway, I suppose I'd recommend it. It's certainly stuck with me over the past couple of weeks.

Other than that, I've been reading a lot of stuff on MakeupAlley and Makeup Addiction on Reddit. Yep, I've become a Redditor, it's sad. But the makeup boards are so much fun. So many looks! So many tips! So much shade thrown at Jeffree Star and Doe Deere of Lime Crime! Two people who richly deserve it, tbh, no matter how cool their makeup lines are.


And then early this week, or late last week, I can't remember, I got a snarky comment on The Case of the Green Gown. It went something like [this is paraphrased]: well, I was GOING to leave you a kudos, but then you went and had Mycroft musing about torturing terrorists' families. Do you approve of this? Not to mention capital punishment!

I was like, oh, for fuck's sweet sake. So I answered, very succinctly. Basically, "Of course not. Depiction does not imply endorsement!"

Okay, first of all, if this person has an issue with capital punishment, they probably shouldn't be watching Sherlock, wherein our hero blows a man's face away at close range. And whose best buddy also effectively murders a guy in the very first episode.

Second of all...not quite sure how to put this. I don't think it pays to trust a narrator, you know? I certainly didn't write that story with the intention that every thought and action of any given narrator at any given time was right and good. In fact, the story was pretty much about a series of poor decisions. I don't know what else to say. If you *do* think that simply because Mycroft or Sherlock or John were the 'heroes' of the story, that they were always making the correct or morally pure choice along the way, you've missed the point.

That said...I have no control over what a reader thinks, do I? The author truly is dead. So while I thought it best to remind that particular reader that DEPICTION DOES NOT IMPLY ENDORSEMENT [good christ], that's as far as I was willing to go. I'm not very into over-explaining when it comes to fic. It's too much like work.


We got rain last night and it was glorious and cool, but tonight it's muggy and gross. Comme ci, comme ca. I'm off to watch Baryshnikov on Broadway on YouTube. Showboating little peacock, I love him so much.

Have a swell day and night!

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Aug. 12th, 2017 04:07 pm
elayna: (Ewan)
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I feel very satisfied and blasphemous and like my brain is in good bunny order.

I ramble about house and painting and purging and STUFF. )

I ramble about Matt and John. )

I ramble about Ben and Quinn. )

Anyway, I still need to re-hang pictures. I'm going to move them around, I need to contemplate arrangements. And I'm purging a few pictures too, go me.
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