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Just haven’t really been posting much again.  I need to get back into the habit of it.

I had the sort of dream last night where I’m pretty sure my subconscious was trying to tell me something.  And I’m pretty sure that what it was trying to tell me, I already know.

We were out doing a group thing for some sort of holiday or something, and my grandmother got it into her head to go camping after, like everyone did last time (when I apparently wasn’t invited or something, because I had no idea what had happened last time).  It sounded fun, until I learned that it was in Canada.  Which is well and good and all, exept I’ve got no passport, so guess who’s not going to Canada.  Grandma decided we should do something else, but then someone else who’s not even in my family hijacked the trip and took us up to the border anyway.  And I was screaming that I cannot go to Canada, and my sister was screaming that the kids she had with he were hers, and she couldn’t just take them to Canada.  And my mother was telling us both to shut up and grow up and just pretend we could, or some bullshit.  Which is funny on a meta level, because my mother is not even allowed in Canada.

So, we got to the border, and the other person (who I’m not really sure I want to name, because of reasons) threw the biggest bitch fit about how we were all abaonding them, and then… turned around and abandoned everyone so they could go sit in a Canadian bar.  And my mum was trying to get everyone else to cross the border (which involved wading across a small river, but there was border patrol on the other side?), and then we all started shouting at her.  And I threatened to walk back home if she didn’t just leave the other person and take the rest of us the hell home.  And my brother said he’d walk with me.  But no, that would be abandoning her.  And probably because of the whole not being allowed in Canada thing, my mum decided she was just gonna sit in the front off the van or whatever we were in, in the woods, in the cold, and let the other person just have their fun.  So I got out and started walking down the road, and lo! my brother had not followed, like the chode he is.  And I had no idea where I was going, so I picked a direction at random.  

At one point, I realised I was walking barefoot on black ice, and it was cold and awful, and I think I managed to lucid dream myself a pair of boots, but that was the end of that sort of thing.  Because then I was shouting at Siri to get me directions home, and he kept doing random internet searches instead.  And I was screaming and crying on the side of some road somewhere, and when he finally did get my directions, he was really snarky and rude about how long it would take to walk home.  Like, fuck you, Siri.  And then he did the thing that all of my walking dreams tend to do, and led me through a bunch of random houses, because that’s totally how directions work.  And they all kind of blended together, and I had to go through a maze to find the road again.

At one point, I found the house of someone who I think was supposed to be a friend, but I don’t remember who they were.  They offered me lunch, but not, like, a ride home.  So I had a sandwich, and started walking again, and once again wound up going through houses and back yards and shit.  Like, there was one point somewhere, where the walkways I had to take were these gravity-defying planks, and a flight of wooden stairs that had steps missing, and basically everything I’m terrified of.

Sometimes when I wake up mid-dream, I get sad that I wasn’t able to finish it.  That one was verging on nightmare, and it can go away now.

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I’ve not been doing a whole lot, other than fucking around on deviantART and trying not to freak out.  My appointment is on Tuesday, and, uh.  I’m kinda freaking out.  I’m in that place where I’m not sure if I’m more afraid of the diagonisis, or if it comes back as another question mark.  I’ve been doing almost literally nothing the last few days, and I feel absolutely fine for it.  But the second I start doing any amount of anything at all, I start to regret it.

The result of this has been so much monotony that I went all day today thinking it was Sunday, and that Robin Hood would be home tomorrow.  I told him to pick up some cheese and sauce, and I’d make him a pizza when he got home.

Except.  Today was Saturday.  Which, you know, I think I knew that.  Because I went down to get the mail, and actually found mail down there.  My god, I’m going nuts.  Help.

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Welp

Apr. 3rd, 2016 02:00 am
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So, I wound up going, and even though I did puke pretty much as soon as I got home, I’m pretty sure that was mostly motion sickness from Grandpa getting lost on the way back.  My brother was kind of an ass, in the way that he’s always an ass, and kept handing out drinks to everyone while reminding me that I’m sick and I can’t.  Which is actually not even an assholish thing, in the greater realm of asshole behaviour.  It’s just his way of acknowledging that I’m sick and his 70/30 mixes of rum and coke would kill me.

Actually, though, the highlight of the party was my aunt bringing her new fella around.  Because I do enjoy few things more than watching the new guy sit there going “wtf is going on” while everyone calls each other names and fling sinsults and brings empty cups of coffee when coffee has been requested.  That Minions movie was on, and there’s a character in a pinstripe suit who’s about eight feet tall and has a massive nose.  Every time he showed up, Grandma said, “Look, Terry’s on TV again!”  And then Terry (my brother) would shout from another room to quit obsessing over him and find someone else to get a crush on.  At one point, I’d grabbed a couple of Doritos, not realising they were spicy nacho.  I took a small bite of one, and when I decided I didn’t want them, I was about to fob them off to someone else, but Grandma stole them right out of my hand instead.  I didn’t want them anyway, so I just sat down quietly while she gloated and ate her stolen chips, and then had a good laugh at the moment she realised they weren’t plain nacho cheese.  Something nobody else noticed, until Grandma got up and announced that she had to go to the bathroom to “blow her asshole out.”  An hour later, she was still complaining at how easily I’d given up the chips, and that she should have realised.

And this is just… our normal?  But the poor new boyfriend was just sitting there trying to keep quiet, and not sure if he was allowed to laugh.  At one point, Grandma had mentioned that she stayed up past midnight last night watching TV, and my mum told her to quit watching so much porn.  “No, it was a western or something!”  Which just turned into assless chaps and cowboy fetish.  And the poor dude just had no idea what to do with any of this.  So that right there was kind of worth getting out of bed for.

And then on the way home, Grandpa just completely drove past the freeway.  So we went on this long adventure, trying to find it again, because there was nowhere to turn around.  At one point, we drove over the freeway, so he figured it must just be the next right turn.  And then we drove under the freeway, and wound up completely losing it all together until I finally asked Siri to save our asses.  Up until that point, I’d just been using him to beatbox to my Grandma, which she seemed to enjoy.

But I’m home now.  And seeing what the kiddo got gave me a good idea of what to get her.  A trumpet, surely.  And probably a ball of some sort, since she likes those.  The trumpet, because I’ve already got her a drum, some cymbals, and a piano.  She can start her own Big Band at this point, and my brother can deal.  But now I’m totally done.  I’ve been sick, and feel a bit better now.  I’m probably going to go read or something.

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Ergh

Apr. 2nd, 2016 04:53 pm
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I’m really debating not going to this party today. I feel that bad.  I don’t even know what time it’s at, and what time my grandparents are gonna be here to pick me up.  Nobody has actually told me anything, other than that the party is today.

I warned my brother last night that I might not be showing up, because no matter what I do, I’m miserable.  After that, I went to bed, and had the sort of dream that went far beyond omen, and was probably straight up prophetic.  It wasn’t about the birthday, but I’d cancelled on something else.  Everyone was making some sort of treat for wherever they were going, and I kept trying to come back home.  But I couldn’t, because my mother kept shouting at me about how it didn’t matter how I felt, I  had to go.  Any argument I had about my health was shot down with demands to quit being a baby, and how bad this will make everyone else look, and how I  just need to get over myself.  All things that were, frankly, things she would, and probably will say at one point.  Especially since when I made the mistake of telling her what’s going on, she berated me for all my lifestyle choices, telling me that this wouldn’t be happening if I’d just shape up.  

So now I’m sick from all the pills I’ve been taking, already in pain, and feeling guilty about not feeling like I’m up for the six or seven hours we’ll be spending between the party and getting to and from Vancouver.

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Bleh

Apr. 2nd, 2016 05:51 am
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I went to bed yesterday, just wanting to puke from all the ibuprofen I’ve been taking.  Today, I figured I’d skip it, because surely the pain wasn’t actually THAT bad.

The pain is, actually, that bad.  It’s half ten, and I’m thinking about taking my second set of three.  And now I’m at this awkward stage where tomorrow is my neice’s birthday party, an hour away.  So, do I take my pills tomorrow and be kind of sick all day, or not take them, and be in pain all day?  It’s not a fun decision to make.

Sunday, I’m going to try to do a lot of catching up that I haven’t been able to do lately.  I’m so far behind on a lot of things, and I can’t seem to get caught up, and now I’m at the point where I’m almost considering putting my shop on Vacation mode.  Except, that’s money I need.  But I’m not able to actually do the work to fill some of the orders.  augh.

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My aunt called me a couple hours ago, telling me that her car broke down, and she couldn’t get it home, so could she have it towed to my place.  So, I’m thinking, wow, tow trucks must really be expensive, because she only lives 15 minutes away, but sure.  If you think you can get it into my carport in the alley, you can park it here.  Maybe tow trucks cost extra on the highway?  What the hell do I know?  I don’t drive.

She’s never been here before, so I went to go stand outside to wave her down.  Then, while I was waiting for her, I realised I need to go take my mountain of pills, so I came in to do that, and heated up some stroganoff to have with them.  And she still wasn’t here, so I took my dinner outside to go eat it while I waited.

And then, I saw it.  There was no tow truck.  It was my grandfather’s pickup, slowly inching its massive weight around the corner, with my aunt’s car behind it on a chain, going WHUMP CLUNK WHUMP.  And I’m watching this, absolutely aghast, as she rolls down the window to the pickup and leans out, shouting for me to go meet them in the alley.  Not sure how to argue with that, I took my dinner downstairs and stood in the alley, pointing to the two empty spaces in the carport, making it very clear that they have to park in #6, becausee #5 will get angry at us if we take her spot.  So, they CLUNK WHMP CLUNKed their way down the alley, and stopped just outside of my space.

And that’s when it began.  They needed to get into the engine, so my uncle went to open the hood, and… nothing.  All that CLUNKING and WHUMPING as the car was being pulled it ways it was never meant to be pulled twisted the latch, and the hood was stuck closed.  I’m standing, trying to tell my aunt about all the fun medical testing I’ve got to look forward to, and what it may mean for me in the long term, while my uncle and my grandfather have come up with a 2×4, a broom handle, and a tire iron, which they are using to beat the holy living hell out of the car.  Somehow, this managed to work, and they got into the engine, only they seemed to have forgotten about whatever it was they were doing in there in the first place, because now priority number one was fixing the latch.  Which the just beat up with the same 2×4, broom handle, and tire iron.  Eventually, the problem was solved by my uncle just putting the 2×4 down so the hood couldn’t latch.

Now, we had to get the car into Robin Hood’s parking space, and it’s lucky he’s at work right now, and that the space is empty.  So, they put me behind the wheel, and they all decided to push it into the spot, only… there’s a little hill, just steep enough to keep you from pushing your car into the carport.  I hadn’t even noticed it before, but it’s definitely there.

So, then what?  Well, my uncle looked at the situation, and decided that, yes.  Let’s put the chain on the BACK of the car, and then tow it in a parallel fashion, using #5’s empty spot, into my spot.  I took video of this shit, because idk, I felt like videotaping someone getting horrendously killed, I guess (nobody actually got killed, which is kind of surprising).

See?  Bad.

And after all that, we finally got it in, and still had to push the rest of the way, since the truck wouldn’t go far enough into the space.  And because they spent so much time trying to start a car that wouldn’t start, the battery was dead, and by now it was getting dark, so they needed to jump the car to turn on the light so they could get all their stuff. And then, with it all loaded into Grandpa’s truck, and Grandpa back out in the alley, my uncle decided that maybe we should push the car out a little bit, since it was right on the line, and might annoy #5.  With, with a nose that low, we were trying to push from the front, and utterly failing, and my uncle was pissed off because we were laughing at how much the car was just not going to move.  So of course, he puts his foot out, and manages to push the car back on his own, which just annoyed him even more.  And then, as he was getting out, he went to hit the locks, and… the battery was dead again.  So Grandpa had to get that massive damn truck back into the carport to give my uncle a second jump.  While that was going on, I finally asked what was actually wrong with the car, and what the plan for tomorrow is.

It’s either the fuel filter, in which case, fine.  They’ll be out of here in ten minutes, and I won’t even realise they were here at all.  Or, it’s the fuel pump, in which case they will be here all day, so I’ll probably wind up buying them lunch or something.

So, that was my evening.

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As I was on my way to the supermarket across the street, my clinic called and asked if I could be in there at 3pm.  I said sure, skipped the supermarket, and walked down to the clinic.  Which was kind of dumb, because I then got to walk ten blocks in the heat, wearing a hoodie.  So I was pretty gross by the time I got there.  But I got poked at some more, and my test results from last week got examined.  There are some abnormalities in some of them, but normal abnormalities, I guess.  They weren’t in the “perfect” range, but they weren’t off by enough to mean anything.  

But after some more poking and considering, I was given a referral for neurology, for a nerve study, which will either confirm and exclude the doctor’s theories that it might be neuropathy.  They’re gonna call me tomorrow to schedule it, and boy, I’m not looking forward to that.  At the same time, it’s an answer?  Maybe? I mean, any diagnosis was probably never going to be a nice one, but I guess there are worse that could have come up.  In the meantime, I am to take a mountain of ibuprofen with every meal, so I stopped at the teryaki shack across the street before stopping into the supermarket to get the milk and cream cheese I needed, along with the mountain of ibuprofen I’ve been prescribed.

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It’s probably missing.  I can’t figure out how to make it so links and multiple images cross-post.  It’s all done through post-by-email, which for some reason strips out all my links, and only ever gives you the first image in a post.

So if you’re reading on LJ or DW, you can always get the full post by clicking on the crosspost link at the bottom.  

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I can’t believe how big my potato is already.  I moved it to a bigger home today, and it was already becoming pot bound.  It’s barely been in there more than a week.  Damn, potato.

  
Look at how big it is already though.  It’s probably going to outgrow this pot as well, but I’ve got a little more time to find a properly big one.  Then when the potato’s done, I’ll probably find a tree to plant or something.

Also finished the drawing I’ve been working on forever.  I’ve been playing around with OBS and livestreaming on Picarto, as well as starting up a YouTube channel for time lapses.  I call them speedpaints, but they’re not, really.  Speedpainting is far beyond the realm of my ability.

  
It didn’t turn out as nice as I’d have liked, but I got way too ambitious with it, and burnt out really quickly.  Multiplying shadows from three light sources sounded like a fun idea, but it was just hell.  Pure hell.  I’m gonna let that one sit in the back of my mind for a while before trying again.

If you want to see the last few hours of work, condensed into 20 minutes, click here.

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I haven’t been doing any shopping lately, on account of everything else going on right now, so pickings in the house are kind of scarce.  Robin Hood was grumbling about being hungry, and eating all my snacks, so I told him to make dinner.  He didn’t want to, on account of there not being much in the house and I guess he’s not feeling super creative, so I offered him macaroni, or hamburger helper.  He HATES macaroni, and got mildly offended that I even offered it, but tbh, I offered it because I know he hates it, and I wanted to irritate him.

So I got up, started browning the hamburger (which is the one thing we do have in abundance, thanks to Winco), and pulled out the box from the cupboard.

See, I knew we had a box of hamburger helper in the cupboard.  What I did know know is that it was cheeseburger macaroni.  Which is pretty much exactly what I’d have done if I’d made macaroni.  Beef, peas, macaroni and cheese.  Done.  Guess what we’re having for dinner?

Then I asked what else he wanted with his macaroni, while he was grumbling at me about it.  He asked what we have to drink.  We have Sunny-D.  Which he may be allergic to.

I told him maybe he should have made his own dinner so this could have been avoided, and then threatened to make meatloaf tomorrow.  So now he’s ignoring me.

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Huh

Mar. 26th, 2016 11:29 pm
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Apparently, we stand to get money out of yet another Bank of America class action suit. We’re still getting the occasional cheque from the last lawsuit against those weasels. I wonder how much we’ll get this time. 

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There’s so much stuff that I want to do, and that I need to do, which I’m not actually able to do, and it’s driving me insane. I have not been this bored and this stir-crazy for a very long time.  I tried to get a bit of work done last night, and then again this morning, and barely managed an hour each time.  I’d be feeling fine when I got started, and then the decline was so rapid that by the end, I’d be nearly in tears.

I got something in the mail from Kaiser today, but it was just a printed copy of my X-ray results from the website.  No signs of anything there, so I’m still waiting on my doctor to go over the lab results and work out what they mean.  If he doesn’t call me today, I’m gonna call back on Monday and see if I can schedule a follow-up for at least some pain management or something, because Christ, this is awful.  It’s so bad, I’ve been sleeping out on the lumpy new sofa bed, because it’s the only place with enough room for me to get my arms up and out of the way so they don’t go numb.  It definitely feels like a blood flow thing, and that it’s in both arms is just alarming.  

To keep myself busy, I’ve grabbed a few prompt tables and put them up on Dreamwidth (no matter what I did with WP, the formatting just kept breaking).  I’m going to aim for filling one a day, but I guess that will depend on my energy levels.  I’m bored enough that I’m thinking of walking down to Goodwill to see if I can get a bowl for in the fridge or something.  I keep saying I don’t want a TV in here, but I’m so bored, I’m thinking about having Robin Hood bring the old one and the Nintendo up here, just so I can play some Mario or something.  But anything I want to do is just going to make things worse, and I’m so annoyed about it.  I think the boredom is actually the worst part of it.

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:o

Mar. 25th, 2016 06:39 pm
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I was in the kitchen, pouring myself some Froot Loops, and I saw this!
  My potato is sprouting!  I honestly didn’t expect that.  I just tossed it into the pot for the lulz, and here it is!  I’m going to need to get a much bigger pot for it, so it can actually potato properly.

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So, I spent the day yesterday getting poked and bled and x-rayed and everything else, and my doctor put a rush through on all the results.  I’ve got most of them back, it looks like, and while the x-ray and the first few tests were clear, the ones that came in over night were… not.  There’s a lot of high and abnormal values, which I’m not sure I understand.  I was starting to get kind of annoyed last night looking at all the clear tests, because it was pretty much putting me back to “what the fuck is going on, then?”  Of course, now I’m at “well what the fuck does that mean?”

Here’s hoping he calls me back soon, once he’s had a time to look at everything.  The clinic’s only about 10 blocks away, so I’ll walk down there if I have to, since Robin Hood goes back to work today.

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Intro Post

Mar. 23rd, 2016 11:04 pm
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I’ve friended a lot of people lately, so I guess I should probably do an intro post. You’d think after 12 years, I’d have figured out how to do these things, but I never have got the hang of it.

My name’s Miles.  I’m 30.  I’m getting fat because I like to cook.  I post a lot of food on my Instagram, if you like that kind of thing.  I’m married, I have a pet shark that’s against the terms of my lease, and I run an Etsy shop for embroidery.

You’re probably going to find a fairly even blend (I think) of fandom bullshit and personal stuff on here.  Fandom-wise, I’m only really active in the MCU/Marvel comics.  I write fic, but every now and then I’ll post artwork as well.  Mostly, I stick to the Thor side of things.  Outside of comics and Marvel movies, my primary entertainment source is YouTube.  I watch a lot of channels where professional video game players play games they don’t know how to play.  I really like the Yogscast, and I like the Game Grumps, and have a few others sprinkled in there.  I also watch some really odd channels that basically boil down to people having more irritating hobbies than mine.  Ashens and My Virgin Kitchen are favourites.  331Erock and PelleK are fun, and I watch this silent survivalist and a guy who does horrible things to CDs with a lathe.  I live for the December Jingle Jam.  I took actual time off work to watch parts of that last year.

The embroidery that I do probably can’t be called traditional by any stretch of the imagination.  I haven’t been doing much at all this month, because of convoluted health reasons, but I like to do complicated tapestry projects.

Things like this.  This was fun.  I’ve always got about 4000 things going at once, which means nothing ever gets finished. It’s a habit I’m trying to break.  I tried to take a picture of my shark, but he’s hiding and won’t come out.  And I lost a bunch of my pictures recently, because of an iCloud cock-up.  I am le sad about that.

The stuff I like to cook is many and varied.  Lots of Scandinavian stuff.  Goat cheese is great with everything.  Lots of soups and stews and pastas.  If it looks fun and interesting, I’ll try it.  I had to learn to cook out of necessity, since I’ve got food allergies of a sort that make nearly anything pre-processed kind of deathy.  It makes going out to eat a particular adventure, especially after moving to a new area.  Because then, we have to go on a restaurant tour of the entire area while I find which restaurants are actually safe, and which items on the menu are safe.  Considering I was recently nearly killed by macaroni and cheese, this is not a fun process.  It also means that going on vacation pretty much limits me to finding somewhere that does like, fish and chips or something, since you have to have your head pretty far up your ass to over-complicate that to the point that it becomes a risk for me.

I complain.  A lot.  Mostly about how much I hurt.  Just a heads up there, since I hurt a lot, which is why I complain a lot.  I’ve got back and knee problems, And when I was living in Portland, would fairly regularly run into people who tried to kick me out of my seat on the bus because they only saw a young person, and didn’t see the cane I was holding.  There’s a special place in hell for those people.  It’s the place where all the chairs are covered in very sharp needles.

Uh.  Not sure what else to put here.  But hello to all my new followers!  I look forward to getting to know you!

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I woke up this morning, and realised I had accidentally ruined my last few tootsie pops by accidentally dropping the bag they’re in into my water when I went to bed.  Kind of annoying, but they’re like, twenty cents each down at Winco.  I buy them by the pound.  But I was making noise about it, and Robin Hood made this big, dramatic frown at me, and said that if I’m good at my doctor’s appointment, he’ll buy me a new one.  What an ass.

But my appointment’s in a few hours.  I was worried that with the huge wait, by the time I got to my appointment, that the problem would have gone away on its own.  My lymph nodes went away for a while, but they came back last night.  And my left arm in particular is numb as fuck today.  It’s weird to be glad that a problem is persisting, but at least I actually have a valid complaint, instead of “well, it was bugging me last week…”  

I’ve got a stack of stuff I need to send out today, which I should have done yesterday, but sleep deprivation from this whole thing is making it really hard to concentrate.  And doing orders isn’t really something one should be doing on half a brain.  Bah.

In other, less doomsdayish news, Marvel Bang is starting up soon.  I’ve participated in the past as an artist, but I think this year, I want to do it as an author.  I know, I’ve got so many other WIPs going right now, but Midgard Legends might actually finish before artist claiming even starts for WIP Big Bang, the way I’m going with that, and I’m working on When the Dust Settles on the side.  Having a WIP that’s not being posted probably won’t really affect anything.  The problem is I’m not sure what I’ll actually do.  There’s a Thorki arranged marriage idea I’ve had for a while, and I’ve also got something I want to do with Justin Hammer, which probably won’t be long enough for a big bang.  IDK, what is the length requirement for Marvel Big Bang?  Does anyone know?  I’ll probably still do the arranged marriage one, just because it’s most likely to annoy people, and therefore most likely to be the one I have more fun with.  

I’ve missed doing Big Bangs.  WIP Big Bang just made a post last night, showing all the different fandoms and pairings involved this year, and there were a hell of a lot of sign-ups.  I’m looking forward to seeing what the list looks like once everyone’s signed up.  But yeah, I want to get that fic done as soon as I can.  Which will be a lot easier if my arms don’t fall off, so here’s hoping.

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Jesus fucking Christ, I don’t like doing anything with actual children.  Online gaming, especially.  hur hur, so funny, let’s spawn camp you so the mobs don’t despawn, and then ClearLag deletes all your shit that you keep dropping because there are 80000 skeletons in your front yard.

Between that, and the server being hilariously unbalanced, that was the least fun I’ve ever had trying to play a game.  I spent the entire time running back from spawn, because there was no /back command, so I could never remember where I died.  By the time I did set up a base (right outside of spawn so I could fucking find it again), some little 12 year old cunt stole all my shit and then sat on my roof, throwing snowballs at me.

Goddamn, there really are no good Vanilla Minecraft servers anymore.  And now I’m angry over a stupid game.

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Mar. 22nd, 2016 04:59 am
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I shouldn’t be left alone!  Yay!  I just broke my toe trying to take a bath!  Yay!

wtf.

Tried making home-made ravioli today.  I’ve never made my own pasta, but it turned out pretty good.  It turns out making pasta is almost exactly like making lefse, right down to the stupid, vague-ass instructions.  “Do this until it feels done.”  Okay!  What does done feel like?  And then when you’ve added enough stuff to the flour (be it egg or mashed potato), you gotta roll that shit out paper thin.  Paaaaaaper thin.  And you wonder, is this thin enough?  And it isn’t.  Keep going, loser.  

Pretty much that’s the only point at which it becomes a different process.  The lefse is thrown on the griddle and cooked right there.  The ravioli is cut up and stuffed and glued together with egg, and then boiled.  But everything before?  Totes lefse.  I definitely want to start making my own pasta more often, though.  Maybe not, like, all the time, but more often.  It was fun, and took for fucking ever, and it turns out that a pound of beef was way too much, so now we’ve got some browned, eggy, garlicy, cheesy mince in the fridge, and trying to figure out what to do with it.  

My appointment with the doctor is on Wednesday, and Kaiser has been calling and emailing and texting me pretty much non-stop since I set it up.  Kaiser REALLY wants to talk to me, apparently.  Also, I got a bill this week from my ER visit back in January, so that’s something I get to deal with now.  It’s only $400, but it’s kind of $400 I don’t just have available.  I should be able to do it in pieces, though.  Or at least, that’s how they’re getting it from me, whether they like it or not.  I’m still trying to get my credit cards paid down from having to max them out when we moved, and auuugh.  And I’ll have to pay for this visit on Wednesday, and at least my cards are paid down enough that I can use them.  Augh.

Also, my toe really fucking hurts, and Robin Hood’s kind of put out that I’ve been kicking him out of bed as it is, because I can’t sleep on account of my arms falling asleep almost as soon as I relax at all.  I’m gonna try the sofa bed tonight, and see if the slightly sitting up position helps any.

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I got about 40 fics up (thought it looked like more in the emails, because a lot of them were multi-chapter), before I reached the point where it started to feel like my arms were gonna fall off.  Which is a thing that’s happening these days.  So I shut everything down and got dinner in the oven.  Not sure what I’m gonna do tonight.  Might read a bit, or maybe work on fic.  Not sure.  

I looked into getting more channels unlocked from the cable company, but I’m not sure if I can do that without also including actual television service.  Which, uh.  I don’t have a television.  I just want to watch on my iPad.  I’ll call about that tomorrow, I guess.

My doctor appointment’s on Wednesday.  I’m looking forward to it, but also really nervous.  The thing with my arms trying to fall off is getting worrysome.  And irritating.  

I’ve got a bunch of stuff that needs to go out tomorrow.  In addition to that, I want to try some home made ravioli some time this week.  Which, I have a feeling I’m going to need Robin Hood’s help for, given the state of my arms.  Making the dough is probably going to hurt a lot.  Just sitting in bed hurts, but sitting up at my desk was starting to kill my back, so yay.  Nothing is nice.

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Mar. 20th, 2016 03:03 am
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