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kellan_the_tabby) wrote2005-02-01 08:58 pm
kellan_the_tabby) wrote2005-02-01 08:58 pm
Reading back through...
Instead of vacuuming the cat, I've decided to read through my entire LJ and see what I wrote a while ago that strikes my fancy, or doesn't make sense any more, or something.
So I wrote the following almost a year ago:
Had weird-ass dreams about Gulf Wars. Really not so much what I would _expect_ to be dreaming about, either. Something about camp, and something about heralding Great Court which is a _damned_ improbable thing for me to be doing, now, innit...?
So now that I've helped herald court twice...ya never know, huh?
Took a brief break in there to run up to the grocery store for something. Paused to pet the neighbor's dog on the way. The dog's name is Boy. Her name? _No_ clue. *sigh*
New neighbors. No dog, I'm afraid.
From Southern Region Spring last year...
Went to see the A&S competition. Some _very_ nice stuff. Dietrich cooks; I think I knew that, but now I definitely do. The man makes pork I'm willing to _eat_.
And this 12th Night he got his manche. Very pleased. Unfortunately he wasn't around Saturday night of Birka to spill beer on my bed again.
I was waxing rhapsodic to giselle0002 and meradudd on the wonders of fresh tomatoes with fresh basil and mozzarella while Lewis was at the store getting stuff for taco salad (with fresh tomatoes), and lo and behold he returned home with basil and mozz along with everything else...
...and we never did get around to eating the mozz and basil, nor the next time he bought them, nor the next...
See, I realized a week or so ago that when I'm having a hard time getting motivated, or staying on focus, or otherwise generally not doing very well at the task at the moment, I get really negative at myself. 'Hey, stupid-head, what'd ya do that for' and 'get off yer ass and get moving' and 'just shut up and stop whining and _do_ it' and stuff like that.
So...today I tried to keep moving without being a jerk at myself about it. And whaddaya know, it worked...I was still tired, and I was still kind of grumpy, but less grumpy and more useful than usual when I'm this behind on sleep.
Seems to have worked pretty well. I still catch myself being highly negative at myself, but not near as often, and generally my attitudes towards myself are being a lot more positive.
Post-Southern Region cleanup, and the Shire storage locker...
Roseann will be getting it _really_ organized during Pennsic, so we left her a bit of a surprise which I hope she doesn't kill us for. No, nothing scary. :)
Somehow the Shire had acquired a rather large bas-relief image of a knight in armor, or some such. It's something like two and a half feet square, and maybe three inches thick all told. We'd hung it on the back wall of the storeage locker. Roseann never did say anything about it...
Pennsic...
Used to get bodice tan. Then started to get keyhole neckline tan. This year, got chausses tan. V. odd.
*giggles*
Off to see my Tim for the weekend *big smile*
Ahh, Diamond Wars...
...the Marshin Fane party, which is _really_ not my cup of tea, but I had a lot of fun anyway...Tim got me rum, which helped a lot, and I decided to basically treat the party as if it were Tortuga. Wasn't a difficult stretch at all. In fact the only _really_ big difference between the party and Tortuga that I could see was a lack of people randomly shooting guns into the air.
Coronation...
Had one of those sorts of talks which always surprises the heck out of one, with someone who surprised the heck out of me to be having that conversation with...which is about all I'll say on that matter, except to add that I have spent a certain amount of time rearranging bits of my head since then, and will likely wind up doing a bit more in future. :)
*giggles* And you know who you are...
Crusades...
Oddly enough, I almost felt like I could have read a scroll if I wanted to, without dying of people-looking-at-me...but that can come later.
Which it has...
NaNoWriMo!
Talked to Lewis, and it looks like it's a go.
Day 1...
6066 words and I am going the hell to bed.
The election, somewhere in there...
And frelling Bush got elected again.
I said to meradudd earlier that I felt like half of the country had just voted me off the island, and he pointed out that actually, at least in eleven particular states, it was between 2/3 and 3/4.
I cannot freaking believe that all eleven states voting on measures to ban gay marriage passed them. Apparently overwhelmingly.
Well, fuck y'all, too.
Day 5...
Today I got a bunch of highly useful comments. Yes, useful ones. Once I stopped with the 'my writing sux0rs and I'm all heinous and I should give the hell up and thing'.
Day 19...
I did it! 50,000 words this afternoon.
Ironically, with the thing fundamentally done (the first draft; there's plenty more to go) I don't know for sure how many words I have, since I broke the file into three chunks...
Everything newer than that is new enough that I don't want to comment on it again...
I suppose I ought to have done this post about a month ago, actually, or in two weeks when I'll have had this journal for a year. But now's when I did it, so too bad.
So I wrote the following almost a year ago:
Had weird-ass dreams about Gulf Wars. Really not so much what I would _expect_ to be dreaming about, either. Something about camp, and something about heralding Great Court which is a _damned_ improbable thing for me to be doing, now, innit...?
So now that I've helped herald court twice...ya never know, huh?
Took a brief break in there to run up to the grocery store for something. Paused to pet the neighbor's dog on the way. The dog's name is Boy. Her name? _No_ clue. *sigh*
New neighbors. No dog, I'm afraid.
From Southern Region Spring last year...
Went to see the A&S competition. Some _very_ nice stuff. Dietrich cooks; I think I knew that, but now I definitely do. The man makes pork I'm willing to _eat_.
And this 12th Night he got his manche. Very pleased. Unfortunately he wasn't around Saturday night of Birka to spill beer on my bed again.
I was waxing rhapsodic to giselle0002 and meradudd on the wonders of fresh tomatoes with fresh basil and mozzarella while Lewis was at the store getting stuff for taco salad (with fresh tomatoes), and lo and behold he returned home with basil and mozz along with everything else...
...and we never did get around to eating the mozz and basil, nor the next time he bought them, nor the next...
See, I realized a week or so ago that when I'm having a hard time getting motivated, or staying on focus, or otherwise generally not doing very well at the task at the moment, I get really negative at myself. 'Hey, stupid-head, what'd ya do that for' and 'get off yer ass and get moving' and 'just shut up and stop whining and _do_ it' and stuff like that.
So...today I tried to keep moving without being a jerk at myself about it. And whaddaya know, it worked...I was still tired, and I was still kind of grumpy, but less grumpy and more useful than usual when I'm this behind on sleep.
Seems to have worked pretty well. I still catch myself being highly negative at myself, but not near as often, and generally my attitudes towards myself are being a lot more positive.
Post-Southern Region cleanup, and the Shire storage locker...
Roseann will be getting it _really_ organized during Pennsic, so we left her a bit of a surprise which I hope she doesn't kill us for. No, nothing scary. :)
Somehow the Shire had acquired a rather large bas-relief image of a knight in armor, or some such. It's something like two and a half feet square, and maybe three inches thick all told. We'd hung it on the back wall of the storeage locker. Roseann never did say anything about it...
Pennsic...
Used to get bodice tan. Then started to get keyhole neckline tan. This year, got chausses tan. V. odd.
*giggles*
Off to see my Tim for the weekend *big smile*
Ahh, Diamond Wars...
...the Marshin Fane party, which is _really_ not my cup of tea, but I had a lot of fun anyway...Tim got me rum, which helped a lot, and I decided to basically treat the party as if it were Tortuga. Wasn't a difficult stretch at all. In fact the only _really_ big difference between the party and Tortuga that I could see was a lack of people randomly shooting guns into the air.
Coronation...
Had one of those sorts of talks which always surprises the heck out of one, with someone who surprised the heck out of me to be having that conversation with...which is about all I'll say on that matter, except to add that I have spent a certain amount of time rearranging bits of my head since then, and will likely wind up doing a bit more in future. :)
*giggles* And you know who you are...
Crusades...
Oddly enough, I almost felt like I could have read a scroll if I wanted to, without dying of people-looking-at-me...but that can come later.
Which it has...
NaNoWriMo!
Talked to Lewis, and it looks like it's a go.
Day 1...
6066 words and I am going the hell to bed.
The election, somewhere in there...
And frelling Bush got elected again.
I said to meradudd earlier that I felt like half of the country had just voted me off the island, and he pointed out that actually, at least in eleven particular states, it was between 2/3 and 3/4.
I cannot freaking believe that all eleven states voting on measures to ban gay marriage passed them. Apparently overwhelmingly.
Well, fuck y'all, too.
Day 5...
Today I got a bunch of highly useful comments. Yes, useful ones. Once I stopped with the 'my writing sux0rs and I'm all heinous and I should give the hell up and thing'.
Day 19...
I did it! 50,000 words this afternoon.
Ironically, with the thing fundamentally done (the first draft; there's plenty more to go) I don't know for sure how many words I have, since I broke the file into three chunks...
Everything newer than that is new enough that I don't want to comment on it again...
I suppose I ought to have done this post about a month ago, actually, or in two weeks when I'll have had this journal for a year. But now's when I did it, so too bad.
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I can think of a couple others, but, well. :)
A lot can happen in a year
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