2025 week 36

Sep. 9th, 2025 06:46 am
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decided to go to bed instead of writing this post last night. correct decision, i think.

tbh i've been sleeping pretty garbage lately. my sleep has always been bad, but i'm really sick of waking up at 4am and being unable to go back to sleep. let me rest, body!!

didn't get much productive done last week on account of there being new ff14 content for me to do... whoops. i did have a few busy days with IRL stuff, as well. i did manage a little fic writing, but i'm on the worst chapter of the whole thing so it's slow going. in theory i'd like to start posting the fic soon, but i'd like a buffer of chapters and my writing pace has been far too slow for that of late...

this week however my schedule is much more free, so i'm hoping to make progress on at least some of these fronts. i'd love to get webstuff done in particular... but we'll see.

Sicky update

Sep. 8th, 2025 03:13 pm
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Dunno if it's the anti-cold herbal tea I had or the spicy noodles, but both nostils are open again at the same time, and my chest is a lot less congested.

Now to try to get more sleep finally.

Ooooh shiny

Sep. 7th, 2025 11:05 pm
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So I got an email tonight-- seen in my last check of the evening-- inviting me to beta the new Procreate. Which probably means it's a fairly broad beta at this point, because I'm nobody, but --

Um. Yes PLEASE.

I've only done a bit of playing with the new brushes but holy crap it's so good. Some of them have dynamic color interactions, behaving more like physical media. Some of them have amazing texture. Some of them would make amazing calligraphy.

I've gotten through 12 of the 18 categories in the comes-with-Procreate default library, and I really ought to go to sleep, but eeee this is so cool!

vital functions

Sep. 7th, 2025 10:50 pm
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Reading. Lake of Souls, Ann Leckie: finished the Radch stories; on to The World Of The Raven Tower!

The Painful Truth, Monty Lyman: in progress; not yet Cross with it but also not yet Impressed by it.

More Dreamwidth catchup.

Listening. More Hidden Almanac!

Eating. SO many tomatoes.

Exploring. Poked around Preston a very little!

Growing. ... SO many tomatoes. More watering system established at plot (so hopefully all the peppers will still be alive and well upon my return). Sowed some probably-past-it seeds.

Observing. A saw a deer on the drive up to Preston! A proper big one with antlers and all! We were very impressed.

Also the local owl Yell.

Sick update

Sep. 7th, 2025 12:26 pm
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Doing a bit better, still sick. Throat is almost normal. Not quite as achy. Nose now runs occasionally, and having sneezes occasionally that make me cough and struggle to breathe. Able to stay awake a lot longer.

Main issue is, I have basically no appetite and even less energy than usual, so I'm forgetting to eat until it makes me nauseous, and it now comes with having to fight the strong urge to vomit. (IE, standing over the toilet swallowing my own spit again and again to keep myself from puking, which is very unpleasant, especially as I prefer to pretend saliva doesn't exist because it's grosser than piss or snot to me.) Exacerbated by the fact that when I do remember to eat, it's like... a slice of bologna or some noodles or a cookie. Or a banana. I could probably eat tacos, and I have the hamburger for it, but no energy to cook. My biggest meals have been Chef Boyardee.

Losing track of time more than usual because I just don't have the energy to care about the time, which makes many of the above issues worse. Been doing nothing but watching YouTube videos, though I did also watch half an episode of "Dimension 20: Cloudward Ho!"

I honestly would rather have burning diarrhea that smells like a dead skunk fermenting in piss for twelve days in Arizona than this cold. At least I can function mostly normally with diarrhea.

I feel like an idiot

Sep. 6th, 2025 04:58 pm
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Guy came around with "the government wants you to have a free phone because you're on benefits"

and my roommate who is aggressive with solicitors wasn't home

and so I said sure (thinking maybe I could use it to try swapping the sim card from mom's old untextable phone)

even though I know better

so now I have a phone I don't really need, that may or may not be a scam, that I regretted accepting like five minutes later

(they didn't take cc info so maybe the worst they can do is harass me)

...fml

Signal Boosting: Ladies' Bingo!

Sep. 6th, 2025 02:15 pm
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[community profile] ladiesbingo, a Bingo challenge that is for fanworks about the relationships between women, is open for round 13! Here are the categories for the prompt list; you can request a card here.

Now, I don't read much fanfic so I don't know how much of this is true, but it does feel like there is a need for more fanworks exploring womens' relationships. I mean, my own fanworks are largely male-centered, with the exception of my Alisaie/Lyse fic, and even THAT fic was primarily from Alisaie's POV with not much Lyse in it. So I figured, let's get a card and be the change I want to see. Maybe? I mean, I still hardly write fanfic, but maybe a card will spur me on?

my card under cut )

This doesn't happen often anymore.

Sep. 6th, 2025 03:41 am
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I'm sick with something. I think a cold? And that is highly unusual for me. I can't even remember how many years it's been since I caught any kind of contagious disease, but it's been between five years and ten years, if not longer.

See, when I was a small child, I got sick with variations on the cold constantly. I was always stuffed up, often with a runny nose and every now and then sneezing out great green gobs of nose mucus that would stretch out towards the ground, so I would always carry facial tissues, and no matter how many I had, it was never enough. This continued for so long, uninterrupted, that I could not taste anything growing up, which is why I used to drink coffee and eat very spicy foods when I was little, because I could actually taste those things. I also loved really bitter foods like crab apples and lemons for the same reason. This continued so long that I can no longer breathe through my nose unless I'm concentrating on doing so.

Then puberty hit, and I started getting ill less often. By high school, it was down to a few times a year at most. When I hit my 20's, I stopped getting sick at all. Yes, eventually that constant sickness was replaced by the side effects of depression and anxiety, and eventually I got IBS, but I am 85% sure I've not had a cold or flu more than once or twice since hitting 20.

So yeah, having a cold now is intensely unusual for me now. Luckily, I am not stuffed up, nor do I have a runny nose. The first symptom was a mildly sore throat. Then I noticed my muscles were getting achy. And I was a bit too warm.

I took some pain reliever for the achiness and took a nap. That was 9:25 PM. I woke up half an hour ago (3 AM) after having had the same oddly familiar fever dream over and over and over again for that whole time. Now I'm awake, my throat feels better but still mildly sore. I still ache all over, but I think my temperature is back to normal. Can't be sure. Oh, and I feel like I'm floating languidly through a river of molasses, which is some kind of brain fog.

I ate some fruit (mango, strawberry, and blueberry mix), had some iced tea, had a bologna sandwich, and had some Oreos. Now I've written this all down I'm gonna go watch some YouTube.
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Or at least "the other line I meant to highlight from the Wikipedia article":

There is increasing evidence that the smooth muscle that lines the airways becomes progressively more sensitive to changes that occur as a result of injury to the airways from dehydration.

I had only taken 700ml of water with me; I'd blithely assumed I'd be able to top up at the café and then had Too Much Social Anxiety to ask or even check whether they had a jug out, because that's a thing my brain is definitely Doing at the moment. ... and then on the way back I was desperately thirsty and stole most of A's water, and I am just personally finding it Very Interesting that the thing my body wanted me to do most was More Fluids.

Yesterday I beat the Capra demon

Sep. 5th, 2025 03:01 pm
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Please enjoy this eloquent depiction of The Capra Demon Experience:



(Content note for animal harm in the form of killing horrifying skinless zombie dogs. Also one man's slow descent into existential despair.)

This is a notorious point where a not insignificant number of people ragequit and stop playing the game altogether.

Also as previously mentioned I struggle badly with tracking multiple inputs, I have the reaction speed of a slime mould, and my default combat state is "panicked and flustered."

It took me about 7 hours (spread across multiple days -- admittedly, most of this time was doing the boss run again and again and again and then dying within seconds of the fight starting) and I am very proud of myself.

(And right now I am dealing with a medical stressor -- hopefully nothing, but had to go get some tests, waiting on results -- so I will take my distractions and wins where I can get them.)
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While out coming back from the grocery store where I had gotten a new light bulb, I spontaneously remembered something I used to do waaaay back in high school: writing these first-person perspective stories taking place in a setting called "the Eternal Prairie." This was a realm that was basically an infinite plane best described as "flat Earth, but infinite" except that like, the ground was equivalent to the floor of that universe -- dig deep enough down and you literally cannot go any further because you've hit the absolute floor of the universe. Similarly, the sky was like the ceiling: if you flew high up enough, eventually you would hit that ceiling and be unable to go any further. But in all other directions, that realm was infinite, and that whole infinite plane had various terrain and biomes on it, including plate tectonics. The name "the Eternal Prairie" was technically a misnomer, as prairie was just the first biome I explored in that realm. And it wasn't even the one I went to most of the time; usually I would pick a forested or slightly wooded biome, mainly to swim in streams and lakes and stuff.

I word it that way because these stories were basically self-insert demi-fiction. IE, I was writing them as though they were accurate accounts of real trips to that realm, which functionally was just an excuse for me to escape mentally to a world with no people, where I could run around naked and safely swim and do whatever else I wanted to do. And I do mean safely; one of the things I remember about the setting was that it was impossible to be hurt or drown or die while there. Animals there were always benevolent as long as you try to didn't hurt them first. Mostly, though, the animals kept their distance. Also, I could shape-shift.

Some details I have forgotten. I know there was a day/night cycle there, but given it's an infinite plane, there's nowhere for a sun to go, so I don't recall how that worked. I may have even handwaved it away. I'm pretty sure I wrote dozens of these stories, but I only have one remaining story in my possession, which I put in my book of shadows at some point. I skimmed it a bit ago, and was reminded that the alora fruit and cylinder fruit that eventually ended up in Traipah first appeared in the Eternal Prairie stories.

I think there may have also been connections between the Eternal Prairie stuff and my Vah'zyahl stuff, long before they were called the Vah'zyahl. The Vah'zyahl are another series of stories I tell myself to this day, starting back in high school, involving being part of a post-human collective with disposable/swappable 'meat puppet' bodies. IE, blank cloned (mostly biological) cyborg bodies that are super hard to kill because they have Deadpool-level healing due to nanites in their system; their tech gives them all kinds of amazing powers, too. There are hive minds among the Vah'zyahl, always by choice and only offered to of-age adults, but mostly they just use their nanites to body-swap into any form they want to (robots, aliens, other genders, etc) and to have what is essentially a form of always-on (unless they choose to disconnect) Internet in their heads, though the Vah'zyahl Omni-net is beyond massive; the modern world's entire data storage and processing of all its computers ever made (including smart phones and tablets) would fit into half a gram of Vah'zyahl nanites, and the Vah'zyahl equivalent to a very small server farm is a Matryoshka Brain that measures both storage and processing space in yottabytes (10^24 bytes) and xenottabytes (10^27 bytes), if not larger.

Anyway, one of the big things about the Vah'zyahl is, they are avid explorers of both the universe and the multiverse, using technology-based portals (and I'm fairly sure I usually 'got to' the Eternal Prairie using Vah'zyahl tech). Their tech is basically They even show up a bit in my Ravenstone series, name-dropped on occasion, and there's a few side characters who are part of the Vah'zyahl culture, first introduced in book six, and showing up again in book 7. The Vah'zyahl also ultimately have their roots in Traipah. In fact, their name -- Vah'zyahl -- is a deliberate misspelling of the Traipahgnanog words/phrase 'vahzii ahl,' which means 'many one.' Which when properly interpreted in context means "the many are one" / "many=one." Also it's a pun on the similarity between the TPNN word "ahl" and the English word "all."

The main reason I'm talking about all this is, I'm sort of tempted to go back to writing "Eternal Prairie" stories, because my life is very boring and I could use an escape. Still debating whether to write them the same way I did before, or to change things up and make a proper shareable story about it, with someone else from our world finding the place instead, an escape from their horrible job and stressful life under capitalism. Probably the first one, TBH. I could really use a setting and story type that let me write solely for my own pleasure, without it having to be any good. Also, if I wrote it as proper fiction, I would have to write that character's shitty life, even if just for a few pages to start with, and I would rather not.

Things

Sep. 4th, 2025 07:12 pm
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Books
Finished the Danny Lavery book, except for the missing pages. (I told the librarian, and she ordered a new copy and put a reserve on it for me.)

Started Dossie Easton and Janet W. Hardy's The Bottoming Book. (I bought The Topping Book too, and decided to, well, start from the bottom.)

Fandom
The Lays server (Nine Worlds fandom) held a bingo-themed prompt fest for the month of August: there was a grid of prompts (anonymously submitted to a google form, then posted on AO3 by the exchange mods), a 500 word minimum, and a collective goal (which we met) of blacking out the whole board. I wrote part 1 of Peer Review, and hope to write and post the concluding part soon. I hope the anonymous person who posted that prompt isn't too upset with me. (It was me.)

Music
Went through a few days of listening to Vienna Teng's 'We've Got You' a perhaps concerning number of times.

Games
Spire-slaying continues: have now unlocked (but not beaten yet) Ascension level 9 for all four characters.

Crafts
Secret!cross-stitch still in the design phase, but I've made progress.

Did a weekend DIY project of painting my clothesline and restringing it.

Garden
It's September, which means that the grass/weeds have exploded almost overnight, and it's raining often enough that mowing is tricky to manage.

I planted some lavender and rosemary near the clothesline, and they are still alive so far and even (the lavender) flowering.

Hope you're all doing okay.

Life in the Fast Lane

Sep. 4th, 2025 04:26 am
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job )

Jake's latest ear infection hasn't been getting any better with the anti-fungal drops so he's got another appointment today. A RVN told me they might consider a sedated flush so they can closer examine it. Jake's started drooling more than usual for him as well so they'll check that out too. If they do a sedated flush, maybe they can clean his teeth and take a good look and figure out if there's an injury.




The electrician is coming by today to replace our sockets so I'll be able to finish cleaning and prepping the sitting room walls for painting. I need to get some sandpaper if I'm going to try to extend the life of the skirting board




I need to take some courses to do more work myself because Patrick is too lazy to do the stuff he's supposedly qualified to do. He hasn't touched the walls in weeks, for example. He planed the door the other day but he only planed the bottom saying the top and area where the latch is didn't need done. That door still doesn't close after he's planed it unless he forces it shut from the inside (which defeats the purpose.

Or maybe I'll just see about getting a barn door. That would be ideal anyway - then I can leave the top-half open for ventilation and still stop Jake from getting into the kitchen. We've been trying to put that off since we want to move the door/frame entirely and knock out the wall between the kitchen and burner room after the gas is put in to make it a kitchen/dining space.




My dad is visiting for two weeks and we're having a good time but it's also a bit... Eh... Because he's freaking out, because he's dealing with house expenses and bankrolling my brother. And it's really hard not to resent him for especially the latter part. I mean he's subsidising my brother probably about £1,500/month, and he feels he has to because my brother has gone and had a kid, but you can't get him to realise that he's not saving them by funding them - he's 63 years old. Eventually, he will be unable to work.

I'm also disgusted with my brother for having a child he can't afford, and I feel like subconsciously, or maybe even more malicious and purposefully with the guidance of his wife he did this on purpose because our dad was at the point of realising he can't finance my brother anymore. I mean, my low-ball estimate is that he's given him roughly £200,000 over the last eight years. It's probably more because a lot of those years he was paying the full rent, not 70%. He paid for three months of rehab and paid off his debt a second or third time so he wouldn't go into bankruptcy - so that was probably almost £50,000 between rehab and bankruptcy on the table. I think my brother or his situationship at the time realised at some point he was going to stop and decided to have the baby to basically make Dad feel forced to keep financing them. For the baby.

And it's really hard to not resent this because my sister and I have always been so responsible. I mean, me less so than my sister, but not for lack of trying - I work hard and have great work ethic, and I do well at paid work, but I struggled with academics. I suspect I have some issues similar to my brother - I did test for a visual LD in college and based on my friends I do strongly suspect ADHD and autism. But I've usually managed to cope and dig myself out of my own messes. My sister had to deal with a divorce and cancer and Dad is living at her house because he can't bear to live with our brother, but he's not chipping in to the mortgage last I knew. I had to deal with a cancer screening, two broken limbs, a retaliatory eviction and pseudo-homelessness for three months.

So for him to be visiting and moaning about having to pay 70% of my brother's rent! And I've let him stay at my place too and have been cooking every day. At least he's chipped in for half the meals we get out when we're too tired from walking around all day. But you do think, it's just not fair. It's not fair on him mostly - he should stop financing our brother. He needs to. He needs to stop just saying he's going to and actually do it. He's not helping the grandkids. He's setting our brother up for failure because someday he won't be able to finance him anymore. He's going to die someday thinking our brother will be instantly homeless because he's never even been able to pay rent! He needs to stop to force our brother to figure it out!

And then to add insult to injury with all this, I don't know about my sister, but most of my dreamed-of works for the house are a cumulative total of at most £105,000. And I mean literally all of it:

Fencing/gates - £3,000 (front and back).
GFCH or heat pump - £4,000-10,000.
Kitchen - £5-10,000 (lower range self-remove with Patrick's dad. Possibly cheaper if we could find a charity shop kitchen and self-install).
Solar - £3-5,000
New roof - £10,000
Patio - £3,000
HRU - £3,000
Flooring - £2,000
Bathroom extension downstairs - £50,000 (I'm basically doubling this from the grants available to be safe, by the way).
Updating insulation - £10,000.

I could literally do everything I want in the house and not even touch half of what my dad has spent on my brother just in the last ten years. I'm not entitled to his money, but I am entitled to the resentment of disparity between siblings. Me more than my sister I think, even, because I'm eldest, I struggled with more childhood trauma than either of them (I was the only one alive for our sibling death and ensuing investigations/tortures, uncle death, poverty until my uncle got my dad a job with a computer company) and I had an undiagnosed LD and issues that my dad was desperate to get my brother diagnosed with because he was causing problems, and didn't realise I had the same issues because I was more prone to inattentiveness and daydreaming. Especially looking at my grades since he brought all my elementary school report cards - the signs were definitely there that I was struggling. I just coped better, because I had to, because all the resources and attention were going to my brother.

This is all old news, but obviously the times he's been glued to his phone fretting about money my brother has spent stirs things up again. Rather than try to deny I'm even entitled to recognise the disparities and inequities between siblings, I've accepted it so I can move on. He can establish boundaries between himself and me, and my sister and himself, but not my brother. Patrick thinks it's favouritism for him being a boy, and I try not to agree with that and say it's because he has more serious issues.

Except, I also had issues, which he ignored, because I wasn't as obnoxious or loud or annoying about it, not necessarily because they were less impactful on my life. So maybe it is more because my brother's a boy.

Let me put it this way, if I went and got pregnant, I don't think I'd be getting more support just because I had a grandchild. He's made it pretty clear that my sister and I are on our own because he can't afford to help, because he's too busy helping our brother. We're not entitled to help but it is a major disparity.

He says he has a therapist, but I wonder if he really does. If he does, I wonder if he's ever really honest about the disparity between the kids and if the therapist has told him he should be setting boundaries for our brother. He's going to die so much younger than he should if he doesn't. I hate it. I always want to ask my brother if he realises he's literally ageing our dad by decades with all the stress. Does my brother realise he is literally killing our father? Because sometimes it really haunts me.

all things very

Sep. 3rd, 2025 10:11 pm
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  1. Have achieved More Event Prep: both the arrows catalogue updating (albeit not printing), and Folding All The Potions that printed successfully.
  2. Friend is watching Orphan Black for the first time. I am getting Yelling. It's DELIGHTFUL.
  3. Yesterday, leaving the lower limbs class that has been prescribed in an attempt to reduce the risk of reinjuring my ankle again, I... turned my ankle. (This is not the good bit.) In more or less the same way I did in April, that was the motivation for the current round of physio, but whether it was the exercises having actually helped anything at all or the fact that I was wearing different (and more supportive) boots or just pure luck, while it's a bit sore it is not e.g. refusing to bear weight any time I don't pay adequately close attention to how I load it, so I'm counting that one as a win.
  4. We forgot New Elephant Day on Monday (Sheldrick Wildlife Trust calendar) so instead had New Elephant Day today... AND IT AN ADORABLE BABY RHINO. 13/10, etc.
  5. I am nearly at the point where I think I might be able to read the Wikipedia page on action potentials and derive meaning from it? I'm definitely slightly less confused about the cell biologist's definition of depolarization than I was even yesterday...

Galumph!

Sep. 2nd, 2025 05:24 pm
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It turns out that there is a timeout to the "let's test your equipment" for the browser-based telehealth appointments with my therapist. That timeout is 5 minutes. I had to switch to my phone, which is always vexatious for me.

Recently, Belovedest hauled Dad's old machine (dubbed Galumph, after the imaginary draft horse stallion Dad always talked about as his preferred riding beast) out to test it and see if it would run. (The massive monitor that came with it did not run, but I have found a suitably crusty-looking TV and other screen based appliance repair shop to attempt a repair.) Galumph ran. Belovedest looked at the specs. "That's a freaking RACK SERVER masquerading as a desktop!!!" they said, or words to that general effect.

So after we returned from the Michigan trip, I told Belovedest that it was time to take them up on their offer to rebox my poor old suffering machine.

I accidentally gave them the wrong figures for my C: and D: drives, so there was a bit of a flurry at first, but after they switched them, they were able to get to a login screen. I opened my Chrome / User Data / Default / Sessions folder, copied the most recent Tabs_* and Session_* files to a subfolder that I've named "Explicit Distrust" and launched my browser.

All 1,5XX tabs opened.

I've been trying to decrease them a little bit ever since, starting with my Main window, where the tabs tend to proliferate with abandon. (Trying to do this on the old hardware took forever, in addition to me getting distracted by shiny things.)

United Healthcare is at it again

Sep. 2nd, 2025 05:17 pm
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United Healthcare sent me a letter, dated August 26, to tell me that they were taking away my primary care of record (not actually my real primary care) -- retroactively not covered since May 16. And assigning me to someone whose UHC profile shows that he only takes 0-17 year old patients.

"If you have any questions" I could call in. Where I learned that there were a lot of those letters sent out in error.

I requested that the UHC phone agent quote me with any creative profanity she'd like to attribute to me when conveying my displeasure to her supervisors.

I called the schedulers listed for my "new primary care", who instructed me to call UHC back to say that I wanted to keep my actual primary care doctor (who I've had since my former nurse-practitioner went into Infectious Diseases. And gave me the "MPI" number of my current doctor, and further instructions on how to make this happen. (But it can't continue happening until tomorrow, because both of them close down their phones at 5.)

Kudos to that agent, who was on the phone with me past her scheduled departure time. I thanked her for that.
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multiple colours of sliced tomatoes, prominently featuring some blue-black with red stars

(By "today's" I mean not "all of those harvested today, nor even yesterday" but rather "the tomato course with dinner".)

I really love the ridiculous stars on the tops of the Blue Fire.

2025 week 35

Sep. 1st, 2025 07:23 pm
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hmm. i feel like the last week was a blur...

honestly, it's been a bit touch and go. pain levels have been high and have kept me from doing some of the stuff i've wanted to do — although i did finally get back to trails in the sky the 3rd, if nothing else. this game feels a lot shorter than the previous two, which i don't really have a problem with. it mostly feels like an extended epilogue, which is fun and different for a whole game to be about, ha. (also, all the stuff with kevin and ries is proving to be good inspiration for one of my current projects.)

speaking of trails, i have finished the fanlisting for estelle bright. there's a pretty thorough introduction for those unfamiliar with the game and character. i really can't wait for the remake of the first game, especially now that we're in september and it's only a few short weeks away. (all the more reason to finish 3rd sooner than later.)

in ff14 news, i had to leave one of my raid groups because the times were just not working out for me; i have made my peace with it but am sad i won't be able to continue with that particular group. my ex farm group is still going well, though; we're about 40% through the grind for the newest extreme. one pair of wings dropped this week and the lucky winner was... me?! i still can't believe it.

writing has been continuing, but has been up and down. still working at it, though.

i think that's it for this week!

Returned from Mitchagain

Sep. 1st, 2025 01:37 pm
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I picked a hotel based on price and reviews, and I think I picked poorly. Housekeeping was by request only, but they communicated that exactly bloody nowhere. The staff were universally friendly and courteous, but the lack of communication about that vital issue was overwhelming. I had to request housekeeping on Sunday twice, and the second time the person who arrived with fresh towels and to take away the garbage said something peculiar, about having us on the housekeeping list the next morning. I inquired, and learned that it is a lingering Covid safety policy. I would rather have universal masking as the lingering Covid safety policy.

Spicy mango frozen margaritas are delicious. We went to a local brewery, I think on Friday after the parish hall setup for the party. S & Z went for the frozen margarita "flight" and we passed the little goblets around for tasting. I tried the raspberry daiquiri (non frozen) and found it too sour. But I was able to enjoy the hot rim on the mango margarita, to the extent that I looked up recipes and got a bottle of Tajín after we got home. We played Sushi Go (except for Mums) and Wizard (except for me). There was no duckie in the big fishbowl drink as they were out. Alas. Hot Rim is our new band, and all the titles of the songs are double entendres, each followed by a B-side entitled "... Vociferously!"

Pips' partner H came for Saturday and Sunday, and it was very good to meet them. Belovedest has a sticker on their water bottle reading "I'm the enby sheep", and H is another such enby sheep. And Goth. We took to each other immediately.

The anniversary party was a hit. I even convinced Belovedest to dance with me to "I Will Survive", which I named as "our song" — not incorrect, but it's my song from nerd camp, and I believe their song by way of yeeting the evil ex, rather than our song together.
Cleanup on site was very swift, and we didn't actually have to stack all the chairs. Afterwards at home (the parental home), V and Mums put away leftovers and sorted the salad (cucumber and tomato separate from the lettuce) while the rest of the kid generation gossiped and played games and I carefully pulled the photos off the science fair board and sorted them back into their ziplock bags.

There was Sunday brunch, and I think we may not go there again — both of us and perhaps more of the party had mild food poisoning symptoms that afternoon. It didn't ruin our days fully, but I was glad to have my fully stocked medical kit on hand.

Squaredle is one of the family preoccupations. It's a NYT game that resembles Boggle, except it's a composed game rather than random, and the boards vary in size and shape. (One recent one was a 5x5 doughnut, with the middlemost letter missing.) There were also games of Boggle.

I did have the new folding power chair for the trip, which saved my strength for the important things. The acquisition is its own story, with the Bastard & Our Lady's own lucks. (This is a distinct entity from the folding scooter, which should arrive later this month.)

Crochet updates:
My #10 crochet cotton super Goth beaded choker is finished with the structural crochet work and needs the final outside beading. I'm waiting on more of the beads.
The self-striping granny triangle shawl has the first triangle complete, and I could wear it like that if I wanted to. Now that I know how it's sized, I've started the second triangle of three to make it a trapezoid.
Secret #10 crochet cotton project with a due date: I need to make a crucial measurement, but I found the perfect button in my collection. Awaiting the first chain. And I am pleased beyond measure to have been commissioned it.

Yellface is extremely glad we're home. She lectured us at length about having left, in tones I've never heard from her before. That was the extent of her displeasure, fortunately.

I experimented, and got us a first class upgrade on our way out. There was almost enough foot room for Belovedest, and enough elbow room for me. I even napped some. There was a cheese plate, and I felt secure enough in my prophylactic meds to partake. The only problem was the combination of my swoopy sleeves with armrest cup holders, so my right sleeve became saturated with ginger ale for a while.
Coming back was very crammed, even though we were in the premium seats with some extra foot room.

I'm glad I went.
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