Chris

I react seriously to things sometimes.  One thing of recent note: I have a dislike for people making fun of fire safety procedures and announcements.  (It can be any sort, but those are most likely to result in drills and random alarms.)  I understand a lot of what goes into that reaction -- some folk are dicks, and the rest are laughing in the face of danger (warding, not bravado) -- but I still don't like it.

Recently, there was a Twitter story (or whatever you young folk call it): a series of tweets reproducing Hunger Games in the context of a white-collar office.  At the time, that being before I read it, I thought parts of it were pretty funny.

( And then I read it. Note: Spoilers, plus I oversynopsise. )

I'll get the Twitter link tomorrow, I swear.

Also, on reading this, people saying "Rue isn't white?!?" astonish and frighten me.

I updated the LJ Profile Reset script.  It now handles non-LJ profiles better (I missed two types, and one just got added), plus it displays the Installed Games block.

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Today, I learned about The Room, chess boxing, and the virtues of monogamy, in case I was not aware.  So, today was a day.

[eta] Actually, the virtues of monogamy post is pissing me off more than I thought it would, so I should probably not post a long comment at four in the morning.  Yes.

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I was gonna say something, but I forgot what it was.

* I've been recently feeling like I can't get anything right.

* Some of this general despair must be depression.  I got more depressed during the Planned Parenthood thing (I say as though it's past tense, ah ha ha), but did not get significantly happier during the DOMA thing (ibid).  Le sigh.

* http://dominion.isotropic.org/ -- go play this immediamente.

Note: When you play Moat defensively, click to play it once, then click "none".  Also, yes, you can play solitaire.

* I'm acquiring music and drafting a letter because I'm a dork.

* Seriously: http://www.feedbooks.com/list/22 + https://addons.mozilla.org/en-US/firefox/addon/epubreader/

* Goddamn classist Grand Market, tell you what.

* The Dominion online game has been approved of by the game-makers.  <3

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Two quick things.

1) Concealer shaped like lipstick is pretty useful.  (I do girl drag for my interviews, waddayawant.)

2) I could love things more than cauliflower and the dip that comes with those veggie-dip-platters, but I'm not really sure how.  *nom*

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When you create a manual, what software do you use?

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St. Vincent is total win when one is feeling vaguely morose and trapped.

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1) I really do want to go to gaming on Saturday, Saturday being when my flight gets in.  I miss the people, I like the gaming, and I'd love to spend time with people who are familiar to me.

However, introvert cat says, even if it weren't for the fact that I'll be coming down off a 20-hour trip, I am an introvert, and I'm going to need to not be around people for a bit.

It is frustrating to have people-need while being an introvert, I tell you what.

2) I am reminded of alexandraerin's post on privilege, link to follow.  She mentioned that one way in which she has privilege is, she can say "I have a boyfriend".  Not as in she has one, rather that she can say it.  I am reminded of it whenever I talk about "my girlfriend" (infrequent, as I'm at work, but still), and I feel a pang of I don't know what in my stomach.  When I talk about "my boyfriend", I get no such pang.

Life is stupid.

Ah!  Self!  Go get that quote and put it here!  Whoever wrote about IQ vs. creativity, in the comments!

I can't get this monitor up to 1280x1024, and I can't even find the model number (damage to the back obscuring the model #), but it's all okay, because the display is larger and more crisp, and not CRT.  Last thing is to get a better keyboard, one that doesn't stick.

Back to DS9 and holding an icepack to my head.  And reinstalling Thunderbird, on the off-chance that fixes this sending-mail thing.

Query: wrist braces, good, bad, other?

This is just one big life-loving ramble.

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It's possible for me to love Josh or hate this network card more, but I'm not really sure how I'd go about it.  It might involve turtles.  It's hard to tell.

A) We're both trying very much to lay down good conversational patterns and the like.  Partly, I still have mental suck around (a) cleaning and (b) being called on my failure.  I don't want to feel like I have failed as a person when someone says "You left your coffee out".  And I don't want him feeling like he can never speak up.  Paying careful attention to my brain ftw.

And partly, we talked about parenting more.  We're in agreement in a lot of ways, but I wanted to cover what happens when we hit ways in which we aren't.  Or-also, when all our high-falutin' Good Parenting plans are dismissed in favour of being tired and stressed, which is not only likely, it's expected.  And what happens if I'm infertile, or he is?  And so forth.

Josh: I love loving a planner.
Xtina: *beam*

I love me some good convos.

B) Argle bargle snerkle snarf AUGH WRYYY.

Respectively.

One thing we nattered about was my last post, wherein I went on about not wanting to be around people.  He had a twinge of personally-taking, but (a) he told me and (b) I reassured him that good heavens no, I'm just stuck in geeklandia, my bad.  Today, I love feeling able to speak up about such things, and him feeling able to &c &c.

In other news, today I bought a new pair of sandals, two shirts that fit perfectly, two sweaters to take apart, and a mouse, all for $11.  *pleased*  I also got a new plastic drawer, upping my total to three 29qt drawer things for clothes.  How fun!  Oh, I do love days with v. little in the way of human interaction.

I want to make these cookies, but I don't have cocoa, just chocolate chips.  Will those suffice?  Google will tell, but I'm cleaning and chatting right now.  *bustling*

I love summer-like weather.  I love it like no other season's weather.  I'm finally thoroughly warm.  Plus my skin loves it - I have skin that doesn't care for me or its own existence, but it seems to get better when I sweat.

And no roommates are here, which is different, so I'm cleaning and singing at the top of my lungs and I am so happy, I can't begin to explain it to you.

I should write that thank-you note to my therp.

* Yay spontaneous New Yorkian trips by moominmolly and fennel!  I haven't seen them since I moved to Portland, so yay!  And yay for everything socially working out okay.  (M and R and I went to lunch on our own, then R went to work and the four of the rest of us went for chocolate.)

* I left my ring at home like a doofus, and it was driving me mad, so rosefox pointed out I could buy a new ring for now, so I did.  Simple metal ring on my right index finger, and suddenly this mental itch goes entirely away, hooray.

* I've been writing Yelp reviews.  I like reviews, and so I want to contribute.  I still get a bit anxy about what if I got it wrong - the perpetual tape running in the squirrel hive of my mind - but eh.  Worse=worst, someone decides to upbraid me for not seeing the beauty and wonder that is $place, and I look at them funny for thinking that yelling at me is the way to get me to open my eyes.

* Relatedly, when I compare The Strand to Powell's, Powell's wins by a mile and a half, even leaving out employee comparisons.  (Josh works in the warehouse, not in the store proper (to my knowledge), so this isn't a biased-by-my-boyfriend-omg thing.)

* My body fucking hates me and wants me to fucking suffer.  Of this I am convinced.

* Mmm, coffee.  Boo, insufficient coffee.