MeeJ

This is my new favorite thing, for now. (NSFW due to swearing in the very title of the page. Also, lots of shouty profanity, which is obviously one of my things.)

I've been inconsistent about my exercise for the past three weeks, which: these things happen when you go on cleaning jags and also have a two-year-old around the house, and also it's too hot for human habitation seriously what the hell tropical storms so selfish just blowing around when I have crap to do. I'm trying to keep up with it reasonably, since my birthday plans include - as they have for the past few years - running a number of miles in the lower double digits (and then eating all the pizza). I can reliably pull off ten miles without having to do overmuch preparation, so I'm considering I've hit a good point in my fitness. Also? I have a sixpack. I'm really very obnoxious in showing it off, too. I'll probably get better about this as I get more mature, but we've seen how mature I can be. We'll SEE.

I'm reading the new David Brin book. It's good, but he's doing the usual Brin thing of too many goddamned characters on their own tears for the first third and then what the hell!!!! Brandon Sanderson does this too, but he does adorable characters better than David Brin (David Brin still does much better dialogue and slang). So far: no giant squids. I don't know if I'm sad about this or not.

This is a documentary about a geisha in Kyoto. It is very nicely done.

Everyone should have seen "Gangnam Style" by now. If you haven't, Google it. I'M NOT YOUR MOTHER, I DON'T HAVE TIME TO FIND YOU LINKS TO EVERYTHING. Oh fine WATCH IT. Safe for work, I guess, but get some headphones.

I am trying not to stress over writing, trying not to make it about deadlines or "you HAVE to finish this", but just trying to ... let it flow. Sometimes this results in something stupid like a page of Graycloak insults, and sometimes it's turning into something cool, like the Vices/Virtues thingy Desnik and I are doing. I still have no idea where that's going, and that relaxes me immensely. I haven't been able to look at my forum tags for a while because the crippling guilt of OMG WHY DIDN'T I TAG BACK YET is cutting that right off. Baby steps. Baby steps. At least I still haven't hit the deadline of "when Walks finishes Kun-"

OH FFFFFFF

So 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.

- 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

a) fucking Havoc, seriously, fuck that guy;
b) awesome;
c) wtf I didn't hate Emma Frost!;
and
d) Takei-est thing I ever did see.

Also, the thought has occurred to me that, owing to Kenrou's total giftage, KenrouxChikara sex is the best possible.

You probably don't want to know how long I spent giggling about that.

- Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (Part One) is charming and I have more thoughts; I will show you them later.
- Man ALIVE I am getting fierce with my running; I can keep an 8:05 mile for four miles. Now to prove it for the Meowathon tomorrow. I'm racing Ali, you guys, and SHE WILL WIN.
- I have worked for the past nine days. I am looking forward to my three days off. I will write, and gupcuddle, and run!!!, and drink BEER.
- I will also um watch more Voltron and She-Ra. Cal and I discovered that the entire series are available on Netflix. It is so humiliating how much of the pertinent mythos I recall without prodding.

and

- Tiny paladin is 74 (in two more quests), and I am so not interested in doing quests for Koltira "Whiny" Deathweaver, as I believe I have gone on record stating that I loathe all death knights neither a) my friends nor b) Thassarian.

This goes double for Koltira, whose name I rather like as a collection of sounds, and of whom, therefore, I had higher standards.

This is the first morning I haven't had a full or double shift in a week, and I'm not quite sure of what to do with myself. I did some chores (as usual, the cats all poop far too much, lazy little mogs that they are) and sorted through some correspondence (my father sends me weekly letters that he writes every Monday morning, and I try to return the favor), and now I have coffee, a full purring dishwasher, and a full humming clothesdryer.

The full and double shifts are a direct result of two facts:

a) I am a good and reliable worker;
and
b) I am a sucker who agrees to take extra shifts to cover for someone.

B is, in turn, a result of two things:

i) I am a sucker;
and
ii) Soon there will be a tiny guppy goddaughter born, and when she is finally on the scene, I will possibly have to call a co-worker and demand that someone come in to cover the remainder of my shift so I can be at the hospital to hold gupmother's hand and reassure her that she should not kill her spouse for putting her through this! Pat pat pat pat. Then I will hold my goddaughter when she is a ridiculous red radish, and beam fatuously into her grumpy wee face, and tell her truthfully that she is the most beautiful little girl in the whole world!

I do have quite a few writing projects to catch up on (I've owed an Abaddon post since EASTER, and I've been writing Tiki and Greyspell in the Barrens for ... since Walks began Rubeus!), and now I've got another one. Livejournal, I am informed by reliable sources (Cal), has finally gone completely insane. Well, I knew that was coming. I had long since deleted my first Livejournal, and a few years back I deleted my replacement LJ due to drama and woe. I've had a good time here at DW, but I kept a single LJ for purposes of story archives and for keeping up with the few LJ people who didn't transfer here, and who still spoke to me (a surprisingly small Venn overlap). This LJ was for Greyspell, and was begun for an RP dressing-room writing community Lyn told me about. The writing community went defunct when most of the players went elsewhere (having finally perfected their characters?), but I kept the LJ as an archive, and filled it in with some of Greyspell's blog posts from another site. The blogs were fun to write, I guess, but I always felt uncomfortable posting his journal entries in public because he is a ridiculously private person.

In any case, I might spend the morning grabbing up all of those stories and blog posts, and dumping them under - respectively - 'wow.fic' and 'pedantic soliloquoys' tags here, so I can delete that last remaining LJ.

Of course, I could also catch up on all of my emails. I have another entry cooking about how I always feel guilty leaving emails unanswered to write journal entries. SO HARD TO BE A WORKING ADULT WITH CHORES.

Oh! And ALSO. Tattoo happens on Friday. :D I am all in a flather and a tizzy, because the ink I want is Elu Thingol's badge (you may recognize it as my default user icon), but I cannot find a decent representation of it on the entire Internets, and I'd like to have something better for Vanessa to work with than "Hello I am a GIF pixelation with the wrong palette" for something that is going to be permanently displayed on my foxy sculpted shoulder.

Proceed dancing around maypoles.

Job: I suspect I will not have it for much longer. Resumes being frantically updated, posted, cover-lettered. Experience tiredly tucked under belt! Valuable lessons learned.

Running: Will not be beating Jake Gyllenhaal in a 5k this month.

Conqueror: For a while I was on a good streak in AB, and then the Horde in this battlegroup apparently got an influx of noobs and wafflefaces, and I cannot get a flag cap to save my LIFE. I did kill a lot of night elves today, so at least I'll always have that.

Writing: Happening. Slowly. I need to get back into the habit of morning pages, which I think coincides with my lately-reacquired habit of going to bed far too late, which results in getting up too late to do more than scarf a poptart, much less do a morning workout and writing. COME ON, MEEJ, EARLY BIRDS ARE MORE AWESOMER.

I guess what I'm saying is that May is rich in potential, but April did not end stellarly. I can live with that: EXCELSIOR.

Y'all, tell me something that pleased you today. <3

Sorafune, TOKIO. This is one of those songs that makes me restless, want to run and jump and yawp gleefully.

I have news! I am waiting until it is official.

THINGS I AM CURRENTLY READING:

- The Escapement, K.J. Parker. (Reread)
- Iron Council, China Miéville (still reading for the first time; I got distracted from it mid-September and ... only recently picked it up again, I do believe I'll have to start over. Unlike Perdido Street Station, not everything in this book is filfy, but that is because this is his homage to Zane Grey, so everything is gritty and dessicated instead. I love Judah Low.)
- The Elegance of the Hedgehog, Muriel Barbery (for the first time).

- Jobs applied for: 19
- Jobs interviewed for: 1
- Jobs really hoping to get an interview for: 7
- Number of times working out has kicked my ass in the past two weeks: 6
- How humiliated I am by this on a scale of 1 to 10: a large 7
- Stories worked on in the past two weeks: 3
- Notes written for other stories: 31
- WSGs won: 21
- Calls I've made/received to/from my family: 4
- Times I have exclaimed, at photos of my cousin's new baby, "OH MY GOD HOW ADORABLE": 17
- Moments of existential angst: 3.75

I have been busy. Thank god for my friends, elsewise I would have gone raving mad and moved into my parents' basement, and they don't even have a basement.