exclamatory sundries
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rmI am marginally stalled on my current HP one-shot. Largely, I think, because my day-dreaming is wandering over similar character issues in upcoming Descensus (we are fucked with technical difficulties at the moment, but hopefully this will be solved shortly). Also, that weird heavy grief place I wrote those last two fics from seems to have lifted, which is great for me, but I do love my facility with words when I'm feeling solemn.
I'm also getting _really_ psyched for the JKR reading. Although I worry that no one else is going to be big silly dressed-up geeks other than myself and Kali. This is probably an idiotic worry -- both because it is unlikely and because hello, I bought the damn Snape coat because it actually fits in with my day to day wardrobe. As such, I should get over my shit and just run with it, ne?
Tonight, I had gluten-free Amy's Lasagna. Actually, made from gluten-free ingredients. It was made in a facility that processes gluten ingredients (something I normally avoid as I've had problems), which means it may not agree with me. It also wasn't that good -- but it was Italian food! for the first time in months. It made me happy. Hopefully the gluten-free pizza (not Amy's) will be better. It galls me that microwave pizza used to be a cheap nasty meal, but now it's a $7 treat. All of this is very hard. I should also note, as I noted to someone in email last night, that one of the weirder things about my diet shift since this happened, is I almost exclusively eat foods I can eat without utensils now. I really only use them in restaurants, and even then, such as if I have sushi, it's debatable. No bad table manners or anything, but there's been something in the simplifying of my food (much of what I eat is raw now, if it's not prepared by me, because then I know what's in it) that has also simplified my physical relationship with it.
Also on the gluten-free front -- HOLY SHIT, the gluten-free almond scones from Whole Foods are amazing. They are doughier than a normal scone (which is dry), but I haven't had the experience of anything really being doughy since I got sick. They are amazing, and conforms to the sort of quiet, almost savoury flavours I've come to like in sweets. I literally almost cried eating one of these things earlier. If that doesn't convince you that this is real, serious and life-altering, nothing will. It also occurs to me I need to find a phrase other than "since I got sick" since it seems clear that I've had this celiac thing my whole life (odd stomach, can't gain weight, utterly surly, skin probs) and it just reached a tipping point that made it necessary to diagnose and respond to. I'm still working on navigating this whole thing in terms of both concept and language. Do I have a serious disease or a merely major inconvenience? Does it matter? Does knowing what's wrong with me and responding to it make me more or less sickly than just being poorly and not responding to it? there's a quantification of self in all of this I am still learning how assess and address with precision.
SallyJean.com tells me something _important_ shipped to me on the 19th. But it's not here yet, and I am concerned.
This Anubis thing is getting HUGE in my head. You probably noticed that. But really, it's like this little thing that keeps sliding into place between all these not-so-disparate-as-I-thought things. It's awesome. Also, I chortled last night, reading something or other on it in which Anubis's role as messenger between the underworld and the gods caused the author to describe him as "the sardonic diplomat". I'm very good about not wishing that x or y or z was explained to me when I was younger. But wow, I could have used this knowledge at least a decade ago. But then, I probably wouldn't have grokked it or honoured it. and I'm a little scary when I can "use" things. Maybe "need" was necessary to make me not be a total jackass about it.
I really need, in a non-costuming way, to have some shirts made for myself. I loathe current dress shirts. I loathe soft collars. I loathe 3/4 sleeves (they make me look like a fucking cheetah. They are HORRIBLE). And while it's nearly impossible for me to dress how I wish at all, ever, in this heat, in the fall I'd like to have buttondown shirts I don't hate. This is also something that isn't that expensive to have done, and I really should make a point of it before the end of the year. My life will be a better place when I can just casually mention my tailor. Truly.
In both a costume and day-to-day aesthetic sense, I must note that http://jas-townsend.com/ rocks, despite being too early for my tastes (however, I can wear their boys sizes, and the breeches are quite servicable), and http://www.gentlemansemporium.com/ despie being too late (and not having things that will fit me particularly, but having _awesome_ accessories) both rock my world. But why, oh why, this gap for the Regency era? That said, I have in the last week or so found out where to buy all sots of little things I want/need for my ensemble, both general and for events. Really, you may think I'm nuts, but life is more fun with things like wooden dice, white gloves and monocles. If only I can solve this war between myself and dress shirts life with be quite nifty. Also, I need to get over the fact that the lapdesk I want doesn't exist and just find one I like, because it's one of those objects that has talismanic value to me, and it's high time I got one (it would also e tremendously useful, since my desk is covered with papers and the machine.
I'm also getting _really_ psyched for the JKR reading. Although I worry that no one else is going to be big silly dressed-up geeks other than myself and Kali. This is probably an idiotic worry -- both because it is unlikely and because hello, I bought the damn Snape coat because it actually fits in with my day to day wardrobe. As such, I should get over my shit and just run with it, ne?
Tonight, I had gluten-free Amy's Lasagna. Actually, made from gluten-free ingredients. It was made in a facility that processes gluten ingredients (something I normally avoid as I've had problems), which means it may not agree with me. It also wasn't that good -- but it was Italian food! for the first time in months. It made me happy. Hopefully the gluten-free pizza (not Amy's) will be better. It galls me that microwave pizza used to be a cheap nasty meal, but now it's a $7 treat. All of this is very hard. I should also note, as I noted to someone in email last night, that one of the weirder things about my diet shift since this happened, is I almost exclusively eat foods I can eat without utensils now. I really only use them in restaurants, and even then, such as if I have sushi, it's debatable. No bad table manners or anything, but there's been something in the simplifying of my food (much of what I eat is raw now, if it's not prepared by me, because then I know what's in it) that has also simplified my physical relationship with it.
Also on the gluten-free front -- HOLY SHIT, the gluten-free almond scones from Whole Foods are amazing. They are doughier than a normal scone (which is dry), but I haven't had the experience of anything really being doughy since I got sick. They are amazing, and conforms to the sort of quiet, almost savoury flavours I've come to like in sweets. I literally almost cried eating one of these things earlier. If that doesn't convince you that this is real, serious and life-altering, nothing will. It also occurs to me I need to find a phrase other than "since I got sick" since it seems clear that I've had this celiac thing my whole life (odd stomach, can't gain weight, utterly surly, skin probs) and it just reached a tipping point that made it necessary to diagnose and respond to. I'm still working on navigating this whole thing in terms of both concept and language. Do I have a serious disease or a merely major inconvenience? Does it matter? Does knowing what's wrong with me and responding to it make me more or less sickly than just being poorly and not responding to it? there's a quantification of self in all of this I am still learning how assess and address with precision.
SallyJean.com tells me something _important_ shipped to me on the 19th. But it's not here yet, and I am concerned.
This Anubis thing is getting HUGE in my head. You probably noticed that. But really, it's like this little thing that keeps sliding into place between all these not-so-disparate-as-I-thought things. It's awesome. Also, I chortled last night, reading something or other on it in which Anubis's role as messenger between the underworld and the gods caused the author to describe him as "the sardonic diplomat". I'm very good about not wishing that x or y or z was explained to me when I was younger. But wow, I could have used this knowledge at least a decade ago. But then, I probably wouldn't have grokked it or honoured it. and I'm a little scary when I can "use" things. Maybe "need" was necessary to make me not be a total jackass about it.
I really need, in a non-costuming way, to have some shirts made for myself. I loathe current dress shirts. I loathe soft collars. I loathe 3/4 sleeves (they make me look like a fucking cheetah. They are HORRIBLE). And while it's nearly impossible for me to dress how I wish at all, ever, in this heat, in the fall I'd like to have buttondown shirts I don't hate. This is also something that isn't that expensive to have done, and I really should make a point of it before the end of the year. My life will be a better place when I can just casually mention my tailor. Truly.
In both a costume and day-to-day aesthetic sense, I must note that http://jas-townsend.com/ rocks, despite being too early for my tastes (however, I can wear their boys sizes, and the breeches are quite servicable), and http://www.gentlemansemporium.com/ despie being too late (and not having things that will fit me particularly, but having _awesome_ accessories) both rock my world. But why, oh why, this gap for the Regency era? That said, I have in the last week or so found out where to buy all sots of little things I want/need for my ensemble, both general and for events. Really, you may think I'm nuts, but life is more fun with things like wooden dice, white gloves and monocles. If only I can solve this war between myself and dress shirts life with be quite nifty. Also, I need to get over the fact that the lapdesk I want doesn't exist and just find one I like, because it's one of those objects that has talismanic value to me, and it's high time I got one (it would also e tremendously useful, since my desk is covered with papers and the machine.
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Date: 2006-07-27 09:48 pm (UTC)Yeah, hours in the day is a big PITA for me. It takes me so much longer to do things. And people really don't understand. If I say "We're going to drive instead of walk" people look at me like I not only have two heads, but am lazy to boot.