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I used to write a lot.
Oct. 29th, 2011 11:32 pmBut then, I used to have a lot more time to waste. I used to see shirts that said, "I am so totally blogging this later", and I'd think, "I totally will, shirt! Right on!" I remember first getting onto Livejournal, even before college (what), and I'd update that sorry rag once a day, if not more.
Now I check my reading list daily and smile as I see my friends type in a sentence here and there, which reminds me to write them letters in longhand, and then... there it rests. I could post graphs of my running-times or updates of my precious guppy, but I'm lazy and it's like nine whole keystrokes to get the image to happen.
I could write about books I've read, but that's time I could be spending reading the next book in the series; I could extol the virtues of my friends, but that's when I could be talking with them; I could be whining about my writing, but that's time I could be actually telling stories with words, not just murfling about it.
What I need is longer periods of time with Internet access, and time spent hurry-up-and-waiting, afforded so well by office jobs and waiting for home repairmen to arrive.
Now I check my reading list daily and smile as I see my friends type in a sentence here and there, which reminds me to write them letters in longhand, and then... there it rests. I could post graphs of my running-times or updates of my precious guppy, but I'm lazy and it's like nine whole keystrokes to get the image to happen.
I could write about books I've read, but that's time I could be spending reading the next book in the series; I could extol the virtues of my friends, but that's when I could be talking with them; I could be whining about my writing, but that's time I could be actually telling stories with words, not just murfling about it.
What I need is longer periods of time with Internet access, and time spent hurry-up-and-waiting, afforded so well by office jobs and waiting for home repairmen to arrive.
Meej, Interrupted
Oct. 12th, 2011 03:26 pmSo recently I did some stuff, and under that broad heading falls:
- informed bossmans I wanted in on this management gig;
- almost immediately reconsidered in light of how he treats his two current shift supervisors, but TOO LATE NOW: I can only GO FORWARD and maintain my moral rectitude (quit giggling);
- figured out some important things about half-marathons and why I won't be running one this year;
- clapped for that adorable guppy as she toddled at a sprint;
- gave up drinking caffeine after noon for the sixteenth straight day (NEXT STEP: ONLY ONE CUP OF COFFEE A DAY, baby steps baby steps baby steps);
and
- finally wrote some damn words.
They weren't good words, they weren't well-flowing words, they weren't genius is what I'm getting at, but they happened.
Also, BREWMASTER ARANRUTH. Ruth is so cute, but she seriously needs new shoulders.
- informed bossmans I wanted in on this management gig;
- almost immediately reconsidered in light of how he treats his two current shift supervisors, but TOO LATE NOW: I can only GO FORWARD and maintain my moral rectitude (quit giggling);
- figured out some important things about half-marathons and why I won't be running one this year;
- clapped for that adorable guppy as she toddled at a sprint;
- gave up drinking caffeine after noon for the sixteenth straight day (NEXT STEP: ONLY ONE CUP OF COFFEE A DAY, baby steps baby steps baby steps);
and
- finally wrote some damn words.
They weren't good words, they weren't well-flowing words, they weren't genius is what I'm getting at, but they happened.
Also, BREWMASTER ARANRUTH. Ruth is so cute, but she seriously needs new shoulders.
And then we get to the NUMBERS
Sep. 2nd, 2011 01:19 pmI'm on week 8 of my 12-week half-marathon training plan, and on Wednesday I suffered a minor setback, like your mom. Like - like your MOM is the minor setback, not like she suffered one on Wednesday. That's what I'm getting at. There was a setback, and I hit it, like I hit YOUR MOM.
My weekly mileage is up to 24 miles, which is two shy of the goal I'd like to attain and maintain (five, six, five, ten), and I've been using a calorie counter to do a base goal of 1520 calories a day. Stop me when you see the problem.
... I've been doing this for two months.
So on Wednesday, when my plan was to run six miles, four at a tempo pace, I made my first mistake, which was to eat two pieces of toast with peanut butter and honey for breakfast, and then my second mistake was to go out to run, on August 31st in Memphis, at one o'clock pip emma, under the clear blue open sky. This was not a wise decision, but I did pull out an 8:02 mile before I collapsed and had to call Suboshi to come get me.
This led to some conferencing with my running parner-in-crime, the Alibee, and we used some SCIENTIFIC METHOD to look at our SCIENTIFIC RUNNING PLAN, and our conclusion was: dumbasses with overtraining and undereating, also dumbasses. Ever since upping the mileage past fifteen a week, we really, REALLY ought to have increased the caloric intake to account for those longer runs (burninating some serious stores in our bodies).
I decided on Wednesday, after sitting with a cold wet towel on my head and drinking all the water ever, that I was going to take the rest of the week off, then start over on Monday with a re-do of Week 8: three miles, six with four at tempo, three, and ten.
So today I have not run, although today would be my twelve-mile day. I feel odd. "RUNNING MEEJIT RUNNING FREE" is one of my default away messages on IM. Not being a running meejit running free is ... well, maybe doing some laundry will help.
I did, however, do a hell of a lot of crawling around on the floor this morning, because THAT GUP NEEDED GETTIN'!
My weekly mileage is up to 24 miles, which is two shy of the goal I'd like to attain and maintain (five, six, five, ten), and I've been using a calorie counter to do a base goal of 1520 calories a day. Stop me when you see the problem.
... I've been doing this for two months.
So on Wednesday, when my plan was to run six miles, four at a tempo pace, I made my first mistake, which was to eat two pieces of toast with peanut butter and honey for breakfast, and then my second mistake was to go out to run, on August 31st in Memphis, at one o'clock pip emma, under the clear blue open sky. This was not a wise decision, but I did pull out an 8:02 mile before I collapsed and had to call Suboshi to come get me.
This led to some conferencing with my running parner-in-crime, the Alibee, and we used some SCIENTIFIC METHOD to look at our SCIENTIFIC RUNNING PLAN, and our conclusion was: dumbasses with overtraining and undereating, also dumbasses. Ever since upping the mileage past fifteen a week, we really, REALLY ought to have increased the caloric intake to account for those longer runs (burninating some serious stores in our bodies).
I decided on Wednesday, after sitting with a cold wet towel on my head and drinking all the water ever, that I was going to take the rest of the week off, then start over on Monday with a re-do of Week 8: three miles, six with four at tempo, three, and ten.
So today I have not run, although today would be my twelve-mile day. I feel odd. "RUNNING MEEJIT RUNNING FREE" is one of my default away messages on IM. Not being a running meejit running free is ... well, maybe doing some laundry will help.
I did, however, do a hell of a lot of crawling around on the floor this morning, because THAT GUP NEEDED GETTIN'!
status: GLADoS
Aug. 18th, 2011 05:20 pmI run and work and gup! I haven't done much else of note lately. "Not done much of note" is probably going on my tombstone, but I am slowly making peace with the fact that not everyone is brilliant or breadwinsome, and someone had to make Marie Curie's coffee. .. oh crap it was probably her, in between INVENTING SCIENCE and writing Tesla fanfiction.
Man! I could write the HELL out of Tesla fanfiction! ... For Nikola Tesla. Not the metal band. Oh man I'd write about him being IN THE BAND.
THIS IS ACTUALLY IMPORTANT, NOT JUST AS RELATES TO A MEEJ: West Memphis 3!
Man! I could write the HELL out of Tesla fanfiction! ... For Nikola Tesla. Not the metal band. Oh man I'd write about him being IN THE BAND.
THIS IS ACTUALLY IMPORTANT, NOT JUST AS RELATES TO A MEEJ: West Memphis 3!
So a Boy walks into a bar.
Aug. 11th, 2011 09:45 pmActually, it was a Starbucks.
My tiny brother is driving cross country with his buddyroos, Justin and Nick, to take Justin to his new job and home in Chicago. They deviated to come see their other friend Richard, and on their way they came to see me!
Unfortunately they all suffer from Unabletoplanitis, endemic among college students, so we were only able to line up ducks sufficiently for them to spend an hour with me, but hey, there was coffee and he looked adorable and my co-workers felt that all three are wicked hot, and I was all LOL THEY ARE TINY YOUNG TWENTY-SOMETHINGS, HANDS OFF YOU COUGAR WENCHES.
I am glad to have seen them. But the Boy could still stand to check in on his Words With Friends games more often.
My tiny brother is driving cross country with his buddyroos, Justin and Nick, to take Justin to his new job and home in Chicago. They deviated to come see their other friend Richard, and on their way they came to see me!
Unfortunately they all suffer from Unabletoplanitis, endemic among college students, so we were only able to line up ducks sufficiently for them to spend an hour with me, but hey, there was coffee and he looked adorable and my co-workers felt that all three are wicked hot, and I was all LOL THEY ARE TINY YOUNG TWENTY-SOMETHINGS, HANDS OFF YOU COUGAR WENCHES.
I am glad to have seen them. But the Boy could still stand to check in on his Words With Friends games more often.
THINGS THAT IT IS TIME FOR ME TO REREAD:
Aug. 11th, 2011 09:32 pmThe Dark Is Rising
Avaryan Rising (not the Dark)
The Silmarillion
Death's Master
The Nonborn King
Jack the Bodiless
The Fionavar Tapestry
The Name of the Wind
The Proofhouse
I have a lot of new things to read but it's that time of year when my brain is so pulped by heat that I can't process NEW ideas. TIME FOR OLD ONES TO SIFT OVER.
The fall of Gondolin, Pwyll Twiceborn, mercenary Lylas and Aiken Drum and Mirain (the good one) and Merriman Lyons and Gorgias, dammit Gorgias.
I don't know yet that I'm ready for a Sandman reread; I do love Morpheus but sometimes I just want to shake him. (Which is totally the point.) I am also not yet ready for Strange & Norrell, although I bet I'll get to that after The Proofhouse, because (dammit) Gorgias makes me think of Mr Norrell.
I WOULD LIKE TO REREAD THE COMPANY, BUT SOMEONE STILL HAS MY COPY (I wish I'd written Aidi Proiapsen.)
Avaryan Rising (not the Dark)
The Silmarillion
Death's Master
The Nonborn King
Jack the Bodiless
The Fionavar Tapestry
The Name of the Wind
The Proofhouse
I have a lot of new things to read but it's that time of year when my brain is so pulped by heat that I can't process NEW ideas. TIME FOR OLD ONES TO SIFT OVER.
The fall of Gondolin, Pwyll Twiceborn, mercenary Lylas and Aiken Drum and Mirain (the good one) and Merriman Lyons and Gorgias, dammit Gorgias.
I don't know yet that I'm ready for a Sandman reread; I do love Morpheus but sometimes I just want to shake him. (Which is totally the point.) I am also not yet ready for Strange & Norrell, although I bet I'll get to that after The Proofhouse, because (dammit) Gorgias makes me think of Mr Norrell.
I WOULD LIKE TO REREAD THE COMPANY, BUT SOMEONE STILL HAS MY COPY (I wish I'd written Aidi Proiapsen.)
My life is pretty sweet,
Aug. 4th, 2011 12:15 pmeven more so in comparison to the subject of the Chick Tract that someone left me as a tip yesterday.
OH AND ALSO
Jul. 29th, 2011 07:08 amMy totally awesome BFF got linked by WoWInsider. I am at least as cool as those guys, so I am telling you straight up to check out her raiding blog.
:D
:D
I was scared about my planned run on Thursday, that being a five-mile run with two miles at tempo pace. My average pace has been a 9:20 mile for the past month or so, and a tempo pace is supposed to be race-pace, which - for me - is about an 8:25.
But yesterday was a five-mile easy run, and I ran it at 44:10, counting the ten seconds I jogged in place to wait for a car.
SO APPARENTLY I CAN DO ALMOST TEMPO-PACE WITHOUT EVEN TRYING, and now I am JAZZED for Thursday.
Work continues unabated. Ten consecutive days without a day off seems a trifle excessive to me. I am hoping that drama goes down after the all-management meeting on Sunday (THREE HOURS of all bossmans and a bosslady). Much hollering, much clearing of the air, address given to the senior bossmans occasionally using his shift to take a nap in the back while there are only two harried baristas to take care of the entire morning shift. I am so glad that I didn't have to be the one to say that.
All of our pets are SUPER RETARDED and SUPER ANNOYING lately. I understand that this is because it is ungodly hot and they are suffering from an abundance of fur, but still, GET OFF ME, I DO NOT WANT YOUR LOVE, IT IS TOO FLIPPIN HOT.
My guppy, she is ten months old. <3 Soon she will be a whole year. I cannot remember life without this tiny human. It must've been pretty lame.
But yesterday was a five-mile easy run, and I ran it at 44:10, counting the ten seconds I jogged in place to wait for a car.
SO APPARENTLY I CAN DO ALMOST TEMPO-PACE WITHOUT EVEN TRYING, and now I am JAZZED for Thursday.
Work continues unabated. Ten consecutive days without a day off seems a trifle excessive to me. I am hoping that drama goes down after the all-management meeting on Sunday (THREE HOURS of all bossmans and a bosslady). Much hollering, much clearing of the air, address given to the senior bossmans occasionally using his shift to take a nap in the back while there are only two harried baristas to take care of the entire morning shift. I am so glad that I didn't have to be the one to say that.
All of our pets are SUPER RETARDED and SUPER ANNOYING lately. I understand that this is because it is ungodly hot and they are suffering from an abundance of fur, but still, GET OFF ME, I DO NOT WANT YOUR LOVE, IT IS TOO FLIPPIN HOT.
My guppy, she is ten months old. <3 Soon she will be a whole year. I cannot remember life without this tiny human. It must've been pretty lame.
A thing that always bugs me:
Jul. 22nd, 2011 08:42 pmWhen authors describe someone's voice as "chocolatey".
No matter who does this (and I have counted six authors who have), it never fails to piss me off, because there are so many different kinds of chocolate.
Obviously they usually mean "sexy" or something like it, but god damn it use a good strong adjective for it, not something weaksauce like "like chocolate" you asshole, using food alongside sex bugs the CRAP out of me.
EVERYONE WRITE THE WAY I WANT YOU TO, FOREVER.
Brandon Sanderson and Rick Riordan are excused on the grounds that they already do. Likewise Tanith Lee, who has perfected sensual without stupid.
No matter who does this (and I have counted six authors who have), it never fails to piss me off, because there are so many different kinds of chocolate.
Obviously they usually mean "sexy" or something like it, but god damn it use a good strong adjective for it, not something weaksauce like "like chocolate" you asshole, using food alongside sex bugs the CRAP out of me.
EVERYONE WRITE THE WAY I WANT YOU TO, FOREVER.
Brandon Sanderson and Rick Riordan are excused on the grounds that they already do. Likewise Tanith Lee, who has perfected sensual without stupid.
I got up at 4:30 this morning to run five miles, before the ungodly heat could dissuade me.
I am a winner and I can do whatever I want if I set my mind to it.
Of course, now I will know that I am capable of getting up and putting on the big runner panties should I need to, so any excuse to the contrary will be rightly written off as "being a pussy".
I am pretty tired, nonetheless. I am working steady shifts from this last Tuesday until next Friday, which is pretty much eighty hours. I feel bad whining about it when I know people with office jobs who work exactly that much every two weeks and don't even consider it a THING, but I can't help feeling it's slightly different with shift work, as it's always sliding your days around.
Further worktiems drama! I'd hoped we were over this. APPARENTLY NOT.
That gup! So cute, that gup! Her new favorite game is YELL AND THEN GIGGLE. <3
I am a winner and I can do whatever I want if I set my mind to it.
Of course, now I will know that I am capable of getting up and putting on the big runner panties should I need to, so any excuse to the contrary will be rightly written off as "being a pussy".
I am pretty tired, nonetheless. I am working steady shifts from this last Tuesday until next Friday, which is pretty much eighty hours. I feel bad whining about it when I know people with office jobs who work exactly that much every two weeks and don't even consider it a THING, but I can't help feeling it's slightly different with shift work, as it's always sliding your days around.
Further worktiems drama! I'd hoped we were over this. APPARENTLY NOT.
That gup! So cute, that gup! Her new favorite game is YELL AND THEN GIGGLE. <3
TODAY I DID THESE:
Jul. 12th, 2011 09:46 pm- ran
- worked for nine hours
- washed some dishes
- PROMOTED SYNERGY
- wrote four letters
- worried about religion and wondered about spirituality for like an hour
- read the hell out of Kindle!A Dance of Dragons.
I STILL LIKE STANNIS BARATHEON. DEAL WITH IT.
Some of my co-workers and I have been discussing the fact that aprontiems is not as fun as it used to be. It would TOTALLY be fun again if we just hired some more people @_@ getting slammed all the time is not as fun as you'd think it would be.
TOMORROW I WORK AGAIN, AND THEN I AM TOTALLY GOING TO HAVE TWO DAYS OFF AND SEE IF I CAN BE CREATIVE
- worked for nine hours
- washed some dishes
- PROMOTED SYNERGY
- wrote four letters
- worried about religion and wondered about spirituality for like an hour
- read the hell out of Kindle!A Dance of Dragons.
I STILL LIKE STANNIS BARATHEON. DEAL WITH IT.
Some of my co-workers and I have been discussing the fact that aprontiems is not as fun as it used to be. It would TOTALLY be fun again if we just hired some more people @_@ getting slammed all the time is not as fun as you'd think it would be.
TOMORROW I WORK AGAIN, AND THEN I AM TOTALLY GOING TO HAVE TWO DAYS OFF AND SEE IF I CAN BE CREATIVE
- run today: 5.00, 50:58. I started out well (first mile 8:40, second mile 18:30, third mile 25:38), and then around the fourth mile I began getting super tired. This is probably because I ran up every single hill I had today, so by the time I hit 4.5, I was pretty wibbly in the legs. That's no big; I called a walk break, and decided to just walk the last half-mile home and enjoy the sunshine.
- My new running hat is so awesome. I'ma order two more of them, they are BOMB SKULLIEZ. This one is pink! The other two can be yellow and black. I heart me some yellow, it is like sunshine snuggling my head.
- I also heart my shopvac. Ha ha ha scatter kitty litter everywhere, will you, cats? NOT TO WORRY, I HAS A SHOPVAC. I VAC WITH IT. I VAC UP UR SKITTER! Not so tough now, are you, cats? That's right. Pussies.
- I have not been writing well lately, and it has made me a whiny emo twit, complete with my hair hanging in my face, which is fixed like so: :( The hair I am gritting my teeth and bearing, because it's at that awkward stage where it is almost long enough to be in a ponytail, but not quite, and so it just kind of flutters around and has a precious little curl to it, but won't stay out of my FACEY.
The writing is somewhat a problem. I need to go back to just writing small scenes. OR FORUM POSTS, GOD. I'm behind on just about everything. It bothers me, but something is clogged. A lot of it is that I do want to write about Greyspell, but whenever I do sit down to do that, a voice says "that's worthless, why don't you write about something you could make a living at, like Graycloaks or something?" And that depresses me and then I don't write anything because then it's a chore.
I have a new half-marathon plan that I kyped from the good folks at Runner's World. Monday I begin it! Hurray!
AND NOW: APRONTIEMS
- My new running hat is so awesome. I'ma order two more of them, they are BOMB SKULLIEZ. This one is pink! The other two can be yellow and black. I heart me some yellow, it is like sunshine snuggling my head.
- I also heart my shopvac. Ha ha ha scatter kitty litter everywhere, will you, cats? NOT TO WORRY, I HAS A SHOPVAC. I VAC WITH IT. I VAC UP UR SKITTER! Not so tough now, are you, cats? That's right. Pussies.
- I have not been writing well lately, and it has made me a whiny emo twit, complete with my hair hanging in my face, which is fixed like so: :( The hair I am gritting my teeth and bearing, because it's at that awkward stage where it is almost long enough to be in a ponytail, but not quite, and so it just kind of flutters around and has a precious little curl to it, but won't stay out of my FACEY.
The writing is somewhat a problem. I need to go back to just writing small scenes. OR FORUM POSTS, GOD. I'm behind on just about everything. It bothers me, but something is clogged. A lot of it is that I do want to write about Greyspell, but whenever I do sit down to do that, a voice says "that's worthless, why don't you write about something you could make a living at, like Graycloaks or something?" And that depresses me and then I don't write anything because then it's a chore.
I have a new half-marathon plan that I kyped from the good folks at Runner's World. Monday I begin it! Hurray!
AND NOW: APRONTIEMS
THIS JUST IN FROM SPAIN:
Jul. 6th, 2011 04:25 pmI am still dumb, lazy, and worthless; gup still adorable; nothing written; The LXD is my current favorite thing; I miss Psych.
EVERYTHING IS AWESOME.
Jun. 15th, 2011 06:11 pmn_______________________________________
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