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bell ringer [Oct. 22nd, 2016|06:00 pm]
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[mood |more than halfway]


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2016 books: 38-41 [Oct. 21st, 2016|05:34 pm]
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books to be depressed at the state of the world byCollapse )

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view from the hamster wheel [Oct. 20th, 2016|05:11 pm]
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[mood |grind]

This morning I got to have yet another novel medical experience; an ultrasound of my heart. It was kind of uncomfortable because she had to push the wand reallyreally hard on my sternum and diaphragm and one lower left rib and I know I'm going to have some very flowery bruises later. The diaphragm was the only one that really got close to painful. Still, I got to watch and hear my heart beat and that was kind of neat. In movies your heartbeat sounds all bass and important, in real life it swooshes and gurgles. So that was fun.

I can't say that my vacation was very restful. I did manage to sort three boxes of "What the hell is this crap?" into a box to sell, (Mostly action figures. So now when I look at any site with sponsored ads it presents me with actions figures.) a box to scan & file, (95% emptied) and a final box full of things where I have to figure out whether it's worth spending the time to do something with it or just say fuck it and throw it away. Some of the things I put into the "needs more time to decide" box are old notebooks where I wrote story segments all old school, with pen and paper. I need to sit down and go through them and see if some of it might be worth mining for new material. One of them I identified as the old research I did once for a story about a reality show, so that's already been typed up and stored for later.

The point of all this is to get everything out of the storage locker before January when the lease is up for renewal so I don't have to pay any more for it. The boxes-all-over-living room is just the transitional stage. Or so I keep promising myself.

I also got some medical shit out of the way and did a lot of housework. Every time I take time off work I swear I'm not going to waste my time cleaning because it's undone within a week of going back. But then I hit a point where I just can't fucking deal with the squalor any more and I start cleaning anyway. Then I get really pissed off and drink heavily.

So it goes.

However I did get a couple of writing sessions in and it's been cool enough that I was able to do things like exercise and go for walks. So yay for fall.

Now if I can just get caught up at work.

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this one is for Jola [Oct. 12th, 2016|12:43 am]
Hemlock B. Bootsalotta

Whatever you are doing, stop and look at this house.

It's so hard to choose, but I think picture #33 might be my favourite.

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2016 books: 33-37 [Oct. 3rd, 2016|10:20 am]
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I decided I needed to go through more of the books that need to leave the house, so I'm going to be reading through some of my existing non-fictions for a bit.

five biographiesCollapse )

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adventures in dreamland [Sep. 29th, 2016|05:37 pm]
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[mood |is it Friday yet]

I am on Vacation in two days, and it's almost the end of the fiscal year, and I am in training in November and so I am pulling my hair out trying to get everything done before I leave.

One of the Leads here, (the one of raccoon story fame) has taken to walking around the floor whispering "Fire! Fire" just loudly enough for me to hear it as he passes by my desk. So apparently I'm not the only one feeling the pressure.

In other news, Axel is getting a CPAP machine. I checked, and my insurance will pay for it. Hallelujah. I know they also make noise, but I'm hoping it will be the kind of white noise produced by the humidifier or the fans, because I can sleep through those.

In the meantime, I spend most nights in D's room. Which is fine, there's nothing wrong with D's room. (And being in the basement it's often cooler in the summer.) But it's not my room so I don't feel comfortable rearranging things to suit myself.

Wednesday's are usually date night, so last night I got to sleep in my own bed. Except there is some combination of windows closed/windows open in the house that occasionally causes the living room doors to flex and tug when it gets windy outside. So that was happening last night and it kept randomly waking me up because it sounds just like somebody opening the door[1]. And then a particularly heavy gust finally did make the doors pop open, and the cats came padding up the stairs - of course they did, because they aren't allowed upstairs normally and that makes it The Most Interesting Place To Be Ever - then they woke me up, because they are alive things moving around where I don't expect them to be[2].

Fortunately they were complete gentlemen - I'm pretty sure only because they knew they weren't supposed to be there, so they were trying not to get thrown out. I woke up with both of them sitting and staring at me, looking very demure.

So TL;DR version, I got way less sleep than I am really happy with. I can't even tell you how much I am looking forward to being able to sleep in for a few days. (when I'm not getting up early for doctor's appointments, fuck me.)

[1]That wouldn't even wake me up on a night when people are home, but because I knew I was alone in the house I woke up every single time.
[2]They don't wake me in D's room, because cats in the room is normal there.

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no vestige of a beginning, no prospect of an end [Sep. 26th, 2016|04:58 pm]
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[mood |onramp]

And just like that, it's fall. Glorious. Of course because nothing can be simple, the weather is making tippy. But I'll take that over not being able to breath any day.

Our next Big House Project is to try and empty the storage locker. The comics are gone but the locker is still full, packed to the rafters with everything that was stored in the basement before D moved in. Having the locker costs money + we have to reduce our expenses = we have to figure out a way to empty it.

I have a bunch of boxes of things that are "souvenirs" so those are the first thing I'm working on. Not sentimental like love letters or anything, but things like old Convergence programmes, concert stubs, the posters for the Chameleons gig, the ridiculous Wasp Factory bar bill that I made everybody autograph. I started going through one of the boxes yesterday and found a folder full of the faxes that Fiona and I used to send back and forth with my sister Dee when she was living in Grand Cayman, back before everybody had email. We had a designated time to send them so she would remember not to answer the phone when it rang and we would tell her all the family gossip and include messages to the kids. Reading them over made me cry a bunch of times.

Everything paper is getting scanned and getting turned into an electronic scrapbook. The non-paper stuff - that I'm not sure about. Maybe I'll take photos of it? I'll figure something out.

I have sooooooooooooo much to doooooooooooooooo at work. And I have to get it all done before Friday, because then I'm off for for the first two weeks of October. I plan to write every day. It's gonna be great.

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milestones and foothills [Sep. 17th, 2016|04:24 pm]
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[Current Location |The Imperial Pub]
[mood |beer < > laptop]
[music |jazz]

1000 words

At beer-and-laptops. Did I mention I hit a bell-ringer last session? 40K words.

I'm also getting faster - today's 1K words took me about an hour and 15 minutes, compared to the 2 hours it used to take. So you know, practice will improve my ability to get the quantity happening, even if I'm not yet happy with the quality.

Forgive me, this is the only thing I have to talk about, so I'm damn well going to post about the fact that it makes me happy.

[EDIT] Packing up now. At 42046 words. Probably going to go drink more beer with D.

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National Drunk Writing Night 2016 [Sep. 16th, 2016|08:59 am]
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NaDruWriNi Nov 5 2016

I have been doing this since 2007, holy shit.

Rules are the same as always.

So what shall I write about?

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slaughter house six [Sep. 15th, 2016|04:57 pm]
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[mood |is it Friday yet]

It's actually under 30 degrees today and IT'S COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL and I can breeeeeeeeeeaaaaath and it's So. Awesome. Last week it was so hot even the breezes felt like standing downwind of a forest fire. (And it's fucking September, we are supposed to be done with this shit, what the fuck.) And so of course the air conditioner for our entire building broke and everybody spent two days sucking on popsicles and fanning themselves with manilla folders.

So to say I am happy to see the retreating asshole of this summer is putting things rather mildly.

Meatsuit update: I got the results of having the thing in my face and it turns out I am not a good candidate for the surgery because I don't swallow well.[1] So that settles that, at least until they come up with a good artificial valve. Which apparently is in the works.

So since that's settled, I can now deal with the next medical bullshit on the list, which is related to the fact that my lack of oxygen for the last several months led me to me inflicting some unwise inhaler abuse on myself. And that triggered some mild tachycardia. So now my doctor's all up in my case about getting my asthma "managed". Which ok, yay? But she acted like she doesn't understand why I haven't done something about it before now, and I'm like, hey lady, I have been complaining about this for a couple of decades now, including asking for a referral to an asthma clinic and it got me exactly nowhere. It's not like visiting doctors is number one on my list of really fun things to take time off work for. So anyway, now I have to go for a bunch more tests.

Also as a part of this I am wearing a heart monitor for a couple of days. It itches and I keep thwapping the "event" button by accident. And I can't shower until it's off so thank everything listening I didn't decide to do this when the air con was broken.

It says on the instructions that I shouldn't use a computer while I'm wearing it. I pointed that out to the technician and said, so that's pretty much my entire job? But she didn't seem too concerned, so whatever.

I find myself saying, "whatever" an awful lot lately.

I feel incredibly boring lately. Maybe now the temperature is getting down to less hell-like levels I'll find the energy to actually do things.

[1] Hurhurhur

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