Chris

Oh god.  Random.

( Needle-stuff here, nowt else. )

...I have now squicked myself out.  Class act, X.

- More, that is three full days and two travel days of nothing to do but feed/shoot (insulin) a cat, and walk an incredibly sweet dog.  Shockingly, I'm okay with this a whole lot.

- Today I had a mini-worry-dump, because I am an extremist.  rosefox mentioned how she had a babysitter growing up, who was one of the family, except for that that's a phrase to use to minimise white guilt, basically.  My brain, being both tired and oversaturated, did this: "I will need to find care for this child.  What if I try to get a nanny or babysitter or day care, and it turns out I'm being horridly racist?  I knew having a child would be hard, I am not stupid, but it's like "the forest is hard" versus "these trees right here, also bloody hard" -- every single decision is going to be hard, forever.  Maybe I can't be a parent.  Maybe I can't be anything!"  All in like 10 seconds.  And then I got all teary and useless.

This is why I tell myself I will fuck up as a parent: not out of the usual self-denigration impulse, but as preventative medicine against my extremist/perfectionist streak.  "I have to do this exactly right, or else you might as well kill me and harvest my organs."

Due to the 15 minutes of sleep I got, I was a prime candidate for being enraged at the wind pushing on me.  Today, it was the wind pushing my rain jacket's hood back, thus enabling me to experience the full refreshing delight of fucking rain on my fucking face.

Internal dialog at the time:

"I don't want to sew a strap or tie onto the hood.  I want to sew the flesh of 17 dead rats into it to bring it to life, soak the entire rotting thing in a mixture of lemon juice, salt, and pus-infused gin, then flay the skin from the hood, in order to teach it to do its god damned job."

I note this to remind myself that I'm pretty good at creating things, and I shouldn't be so hard on myself.

Today's episode of "I don't say 'literally' lightly":

I literally have more yarn than I have clothes.  Including my bathrobe, and my coat, and all of my shoes.  I checked.

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Turns out, I somewhat* enjoy have folk over, in an introverted house-host fashion.  I am an introvert, and am not even good at making a to-experience when I'm the guest, let alone when I'm societally obligated to administer and otherwise populate the list.

But I am okay with having folk over who I don't have to organise socialising plans around/for.  My best friend trista stayed over this weekend, and esmereldaferalv stayed over for a bit before that, and they had their plans and such, and all was perfectly, entirely copacetic.  (One prompted me to get a bed, and one prompted me to get an apartment key copy made.  Total bonus!)

It's like... less bed & breakfast, more very visiting-related co-living.  Seems I'm fine with the latter.  Makes me want to natter with Josh (live-in partner) about being available to do this more often.

* This has absolutely nothing to do with any recent houseguest, and everything in the world to do with not wanting to unintentionally overpromise anything, at all, in any way. /introvert

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With this visit¹, this makes five women I've seen in person who (a) don't shave their legs, and yet (b) still have less hair on their legs than me.  I must've been spliced with a freakin' bear in the womb, or something.  A bear with a watermelon head².

1] I'm in New York in the summer.

2] I joke that I was spliced with a watermelon in the womb, which explains my gargantuan, default-hat-useless head.

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( Criteria, that I can remember. )

My Delicious bookmarks:

• Libertarianism Makes You Stupid
  From 1997; still amusing.
  (tags: libertarianism essay economics)

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My hands and back are in revolt.  They have presented me with a list of their demands, but it was unfortunately illegible.  They're trying to disconcert me with buzzing not-quite-pain at the bottoms of my shoulder blades, but I will stand strong against their unreasonability.

I kind of want a bath pillow.  I do not, however, want this.  I would never not hear Pink Floyd, and sometimes I do want other music.

I also kind of want some sort of tray for the bath, but that might be edging into the ridiculous.  "Could I also get room service?"  But it would be perfect for putting things on.

At some point, I really must figure out where on earth the litter box could even go, once I cram Josh into an allergist's office.

I currently have a covet-on for this, for my Star Trek books.

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A Facebook advert recommended Civil Twilight to me, based on that I like Muse.

(a) I'm convinced it's because the line-up looks a lot alike, superficially.

Muse: http://www.bbc.co.uk/blogs/zanelowe/muse-thumb-400x315.jpg
CT: http://www.theagencygroup.com/artistphotos/CivilTwilight.jpg

Brunette lead singer/pianist, blond wispy-haired drummer, stockier short-haired sullen bassist.

(b) Seriously, the lead person for CT looks like fucking RPattz.

CT: http://www.citybeat.com/cincinnati/imgs/hed/art18456widea.jpg
RPattz: http://images.inquisitr.com/wp-content/robert_pattinson.jpg

CT: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8RdbxfbsL9s
RPattz: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b8OU_yk84N0

As in, I had to go look the band up, to make sure he hadn't started one.