*drag drag drag*

[railenthe]

First off, I wanna offer a much appreciated thanks to everyone who was worried about me the last three days.  My extended absence is less of my leg and more of me being a derp: I left my computer at a friend’s place, where I was doing freelance housekeeping.  I didn’t think that was so bad—after all, there would be time to go back and snag it after a while—

 

Except that it also turned out that I had also left my phone there.

I’ve spent most of the last few days stuck in the dark ages, and it didn’t much bother me lately: being heavily doped on my pain medication and busy making bread, I didn’t think about it.  Also, I didn’t think about my draft, either: that was kind of nice.  Didn’t think about the somewhere nearabouts 10K more words it’ll take from “Winner” to “Completed Zero Draft.”

 

The second day in, though, I started getting the twitches.  “I haven’t checked LJ!”  “I haven’t answered messages on Facebook!”  “I haven’t blocked the insert-number-here spambot that keeps filling my Twitter page with links to porn!” “SWEET MERCY I HAVEN’T CHECKED THE KINK MEME.”  I activated my old flip phone with a fifteen-buck prepay pin number, called people to let them know I was off-radar, felt guilty about going AWOL right after getting injured, and then put the phone down because the thing’s so old it had started to burn my hand.  Let me tell you, going to grab my phone and its junk could not have come soon enough.

 

Got the thing back today: my phone, and my computer.  Gave the BF his early gift—a copy of FFII—and played probably more UMvC3 than was good for me—

(What?  Vergil’s smoking hot.  And his brother ain’t bad either.  Yes I know they’re twins and yes I think Vergil’s just a tad hotter.  Well usually.  Not to mention that you can confuse the living hell out of people when you have Dante in Vergil’s coat and Vergil in Dante’s.  DEMON TWIN SWAP BABY.  There’s something else I get to do now: watch DMC Let’s Plays.)


There were other things that came up over the last few days, among them a decided feeling of “MEH.”  I think the BF is going to lose his patience (again) but he’s pulled enough shenanigans in the past that it’s stopped affecting me.  It just makes me feel so “MEH” that, much like Cat-Duck, I give not a—well, yeah.  Meh, I’ll give it until I’m off the painkillers again.  Maybe this time around it’s those.

 

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And now rambling.

 

It’s damn cold out lately.  It’s kind of chilly in the apartment—if there were room to take my A/C out of the window, it’d be better, but there isn’t any place for it to go right now? that chunk of pantry is now occupied by a table and a bin of pots and pans.  I’ll cover it somehow.  Preferably BEFORE it freezes over.  On the upside, this giant hotel-style blanket is very nice when it gets like this.

 

They have me on light duty at work, due to my leg.  Right now that basically means ‘just enough time to not lose my insurance.’  I’m trying not to stress out about it.  That’ll get me nowhere.  Besides—from the ranting I heard from the other housekeepers today, I think a shakeup’s in the wind.  So, again, I won’t worry about that.

 

I’m wondering if I can spend this Christmas with my folks.  I haven’t spent a full holiday with them since we actually reconciled, and I haven’t seen my folks in three weeks—and that time we happened to be going to the same place and saved a trip by combining it, all business.  It’s not that I dislike his folks, but I miss mine.  …there’s something that never would have been said four years ago.  But that’s all behind us now.  If it happens, I’ll see if I can provide dinner rolls.  I make a mean sweet roll.  Not as in a dessert roll, but a sweet bread roll.  The kind that you just pick up and eat as is, nothing to go with it but a glass of iced milk.

 

…You know what I notice?  I ramble a lot when I’m stuck offline for a chunk of time.  I’ll shut up now and get some sleep.

 

And, I know I don’t say this enough, but—you guys are all awesome.  You know that?

 

Well, now you know.

 

Now, where’s my giant pillow, ACE bandage, and Tiger Balm®?  I’m ready for a good' night’s rest…

Comments

Off topic but I am so glad to have a Zoicite icon now, especially a Ho Yay one at that...

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Well I'm glad to know you're okay!

Christmas plans are hard to make; I still don't entirely know what I'm doing this year even though I'm having it with my parents. (Well I still live at home so it's to be expected...Hey I don't have the means to live independently at the moment and it's damn hard to find a suitable living space in London.) Though following the Japan trend of Christmas at KFC intrigues me, even though I find it overpriced and rather meh.

Popeye's Chicken is better. That is all

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It could ALWAYS be worse. My mantra right now is:

*taunt Fate* BRING IT, you decorated strumpet!

…I don't insult well when I'm tired.

The plan isn't even all that complicated with my family: everybody cooks something and brings their food. And an empty stomach.

Yay, Ho Yay!

Mmm...chicken...

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I fail at insults full stop. The best I can do is give something a stupid name like Mr Snuggle Wuggles or Sven Creampuff Titwank or Crotchface. But again, good to know that it's not going to bring you down.

My family just doesn't seem to have a plan anymore; it used to be that my grandmother would come up from Buckinghamshire for about a week and a half (sometimes we'd have to then send her off to my aunt's in Swindon) but of course since she passed away a year ago that is no longer an option. Last christmas we needed a change of pace because her passing had been fairly recent so we went to a friend's but we don't really want to repeat it if we can help it. (We spent too long there and their cooking wasn't as good, not helped by the fact that said friend is a homoeopathy health nut so anything remotely indulgent is frowned upon.) At least your plan is easy to sort out, right?

Zoicite from Sailor Moon was what made me fall in love with manipulative bastards and bitchy ukes; he's my favourite SM character (Fisheye is a second and he's partially there because of his voice actor) and such a delicious sissy jerkass. The fact that the anime made him and his superior Kunzite a canon couple is probably why I dig yaoi so much even though they never get any further than some suggestive stroking. I also managed to find a Fisheye GIF too (along with several Little Mermaid ones, some old hollywood actors and a few more SM ones) which makes me a very happy SM villain fangirl. (Also I found an anime featuring Ishida's character as a terribly ho yay bishonen schoolboy (who's also a villain) where he screams out his lover's name several times and whaddya know? Lover's name happens to be the male version of my name. I am highly tempted to try making that my ringtone so I always have him calling "TOFFEE'SREALNAME-SAMA!")

ONE SHEEP TWO SHEEP RED SHEEP BLUE SHEEP /creative license

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At least you have more than two. I usually revert to "Bastard" and "decorated strumpet" by default. Oddly, when I have to have one of my OC's curse, hoo boy is that a filthy invective! (Of course, in that work I have the opportunity to display just how vile an insult is by showing the ABSOLUTE SHOCK of those listening. That's the most fun.) Hell, if this brings me down, I'm screwed. I don't do well when I get brought down. As in "HEY WOULD SOMEONE GO PULL RAI OFF LEDGE?" not-well.

Luckily I have DDFF, Pangya, and…impossibly distracting voice-acting with sheep counting involved. I don't even understand what's being SAID in this first intro clip deal and I'm feeling more relaxed. I wish my download speed was faster. I've been waiting for ten minutes for the first 100 count.

I never watched SM growing up—no channel I got aired it. I'm thinking about it, and it's adding to the not inconsiderable pile of animated stuff that I have to catch up with PONIES PONIES PONIES PONIES.

Hey! What's wrong with health nuts? Three meals out of every four I make are healthy! …ish. Sorta. I can make health food taste sinful, and I can make the decadent desserts pass for health food. (You should try my creme brulee. You would not believe that it's low-fat. No one does. And unless they're reading me right now they'll never know.) Then again, a bad cook is a bad cook is a bad cook, and as such, my condolences. Not much worse than bad food. Bad food at a rough time is even worse. I mean come on.

BAD COOKING IS SACRILEGE. IS NO EXCUSE. MUST COOK BETTER. MUST LEARN. *emphatic stab at air with fork*

…sorry, I went Qu!Gourmand there. Where was I?

No, seriously, where the hell was I? I completely lost my train of thought.

Mercury Star Power!!!

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My insults are usually an odd blend of some patronising title, an expletive and some baked good. Evidently I have something against pastries.

Once Mediafire works a bit better for me I'll try getting you Fukuyama, Kishio, Morikawa and Wakamoto's up. (Schala was kind enough to send me the last two and I have to say that they are...different from the others. Morikawa does play it slow and relaxing but only after the first 100. Wakamoto on the other hand makes it sound as though he's going to eat those sheep...)

Sailor Moon is not something you really can get into at the moment because Toei has been such a bitch with the licence that it's not available online (people will try to upload subs or the dub but it'll be removed so quickly) and the DVDs are selling at ridiculous prices. If you have a decent anime selection at a video store nearby that allows you to rent the DVDs then I'd recommend it but I don't know how easily available it is. (It's crazy hard to find in the UK. I have to buy my DVDs from america.) The dub is notorious for making a lot of extreme changes to make it child friendly (so Zoicite and Fisheye who were both gay got changed into women, Sailor Uranus and Neptune were lesbians and they became 'cousins', the demographic was changed from teens to little kids etc.) but it is actually pretty enjoyable, partially because of how narmy it is. The Japanese original is also really good because the music is beautiful, the voice acting is splendid and it is the starting point for a lot of cliches you find in mahou shojou anime these days. It's one of the few cases where I prefer the anime to the manga because there's a lot more character development (especially for the villains) and even though there's a lot of filler it's really fun.

I don't mind people trying to make meals healthier - it's when they get preachy on what you can and can't have that I draw the line. She goes and snoops around our kitchen and would lecture me for having soda, nutella or twiglets. EXCUSE ME, THIS IS MY HOUSE AND IT IS MY STOMACH AND I WILL POISON IT HOW I LIKE THANK YOU VERY MUCH.

I may have to try Quan's approach to gourmand if we go to hers for dinner again - I imagine great feast. I satisfied by that. Grammar not my friend.