Author: Allegra

also, 6161 words on the new, new fanfic; I abandoned the last two.

Tomorrow I’m having a family breakfast! We’re going to have waffles, orange juice, bacon, baked french toast, tater tots, coffee, mint tea sort of buffet style. We’re expecting the kids and Alex.

There’s a video of a chicken jumping for some low hanging apples and her legs splay out like a cartoon and her fluffy butt flies up in the air and it’s most convulsing. I want to provide a link but my mother already knows what jumping chickens look like.

Yesterday I gave blood (they no longer take blood pressure YAY IT MEANS I won’t get refused again) and my blood pressure was normal for the rest of the day. la la! although my pulse was supa fast.

Today I’m going to rest, hydrate, breathe and bathe, along with launder, wash dishes and sort through my fonts. I know this sounds like complete bullshit but they maketh Word to runne like a constipated snail so I’m ditching all the dodgy fonts and using it as an excuse to make the font folder names eckshully mean something useful, like Uncial, Graffiti, Holiday, Fandom, SCHOOLDAZE, Precious Titling, Victoriana, Clunky Titling, Unreadable Titling because I’m Antisocial, Dings, 50’s Diner, Stencil and If You Can Think of A Good Case for this Font Have At Her, which I am doing by putting all the fonts together in one document, which works fine in Scrivener, ba dum kish, although, anyway, I won’t get into that. All this to say it is a project, it is as much fun as it is meaningful, and you can take that as you like, and when this is all over, all the nasty Word-barfy fonts will be gone and I’ll have a proper font book and be able to make intelligent design decisions much faster.

Continuing to work on dictation. It’s very weird, the mental gymnastics that are involved. I would speak of it on line but Wittgenstein’s poking me hard .

I’m going to make a sound booth. OMG I just checked out a $23 Canadian soundbooth on Youtube. Isn’t the internet wonderful?

This is a reverse colour image of human shin bone. I then turned it into a bead pattern. This is NOT Inktober, because there’s no ink.

This image is of my own hand, minus the thumb, with water dripping over it. I’m trying to go for a minimalist tarot feel.

This image is in honour of the first Inktober drawing I saw, of a lanternfish, but also in memory of the fish we had over the fireplace in our house on Oakridge Drive.

I decided to come up with a bunch of insults and threats around the word ‘taint.’ I know, I’m deranged.

Kick him in the taint with a Mexican boot!

Kick his taint into his gargle zone! (I pictured a whole animated ten seconds to go with this which was very funny, trust me)

Strain his taint through his teeth with a good swift kick!

Torque his taint to 1500 ft lbs!

May centipedes roam freely on his taint!

I shall freeze-dry his taint and use it for tea!

Cut his taint in two and make curtains for his asshole!

May frost dancers carve his taint with their toe-rakes!

Throw his taint to the feral cats / raccoons / coyotes / crows / ravens / eagles / vultures.

The seminar, which was about podcasting, was fantastically well organized, except for

(jesus, my ears still hurt) getting tossed out of the building as soon as we sat down by fifteen minutes’ worth of THE MOST HORRIBLE FIRE ALARM which consisted of three separate ear-splitting noises and a flashing light that may have much later – at home – triggered an hour’s worth of the most violently coloured and mobile migraine aura I’ve ever had. (It literally occupied, over the course of the hour, EVERY PORTION OF MY VISUAL FIELD which has never happened before, it usually hangs out in the upper left hand quadrant or dead centre while squirming. No pain, but hard to watch TV through, ha ha, and it looked like a rainbow dragon opening and closing its jaws over and over)

and the location, Hastings and Columbia. My mental health is not the greatest and walking through mobs of hungry and unhoused people made me so angry and sad and scared (there was a yeller, who followed me briefly yelling about orgasms which BLEUGH) that I ended up feeling very socially incompetent. On the way out at 3:30 a Korean Christian Church outreach program was feeding people on the corner and I felt a lot better seeing them hand out something hot and healthy, along with sandwiches, because there were hungry people everywhere. Everyone was so thin, I felt my privilege way more than usual and what can I say, I got to sit with it longer than I normally do.

I’m not a good person around privilege. I need to work much harder on it than I am currently, and I got my nose shoved in that.

An unhoused woman held the door of the radio station for us as we went in and out. I thanked her but once again ‘I felt terrible’ the way privileged people always centre themselves in any issue. Yeah I will be thinking this one over for a while.

The seminar covered software, hardware, platforms, styles of podcast, research, editing, basic Audacity use and a host of tips and tricks. Highly  recommended. Kimit and Debbie were awesome.

Current count 45812 because I found a chunk of writing I hadn’t integrated into the HOTMREDUX  manuscript. So since I wrote 7k words yesterday LOL NO I DIDN’T I’m taking the gd day off.

I went to the Climate March but unfortunately my guts, in reaction to eating an orange plus JESUS CHRIST what a lot of people I Grandpa Simpson’d my way out of there and made it home just in time to poop.

Nobody needed to know that, but just in case I try to tell the story of how I led the singing 20 years from now my blog will be here to tell you NOPE.

Waterfront station had so many people in it I was actually afraid for my safety for about 30 seconds. Since I had that fall at the café I’m easily freaked out about stuff like that.

I got acorns from the City Hall garden.

Breakfast with Katie this morning, and in less than an hour I’m off to the Co-op Radio Station to learn about Podcasting. I has an idea.

Current count 39136 words. Almost halfway there! Progress is being made! Today is an editing, not a writing, day.

I em snek

I bite & bite

for all the dae

and all the night

I put mah fess

right up to you

but now I fale

I cannot chue

The video for this however briefly is here. It’s a tiny snake making an incredible bid to eat a human being’s knuckle. ALL IN I TELLS YA.

39027   plug plug plug

There’s some good stuff in there, not enough to pass to the beta reader, however.

So, as left twitter has been pointing out Pelosi got dragged into impeachment by her caucus because TRUMP OPENING CONCENTRATION CAMPS wasn’t enough for her. FUCK THAT parm’me

Here are a bunch of kennings. Don’t poke around unless you have about half an hour, it’s pretty damned entertaining, and also, you have to click to find out there’s nothing under that word yet, which is annoying. Angels, for example, are the people of the moon’s path.

38522 word count. Feeling very yucky and my bp is not great.

I want to run away from home, which is hilarious, because it’s the only place I feel comfortable.

Lady Hale read the UK Supreme Court decision regarding the prorogation of Parliament and she was wearing the BIGGEST FUCKING SPIDER BROOCH you have seen in history and within MINUTES there was a t shirt imitating that look on sale in the UK.

yup.

I have redone the tempo key and tune for Dishing with Joyce. Even when I’m not writing other creative stuff is going on. I haven’t been practicing every day of late, but anyone who thinks I’ve gone soft is advised to inspect my callouses, although not my dulcimer callouses, cause I’m losing them.

The problem is that Rowena is a fucking MONSTER TO TUNE. There are separate issues, she’s not level or flat or anything in any dimension and she was put together in a hurry by a man who openly needed money (at least if my recollection of our facebook convos has any accuracy) so she is gorgeous and a peach and sounds great when she’s in tune but when she’s not IT’S what feels like HOURS OF GODDAMNED FUCKERY because besides everything else merely tuning her to standard tuning DOESN’T WORK because the frets are out by a c-hair. I am seriously considering not taking her across the medicine line. My packing list looks like a horror show.

Anyway, because she’s a monster to tune she gets played less. The little Johnson Mandolin never gets played because it has the worst pegs evar and will not stay in tune in any dimension, but it’s just the one problem, otherwise it’s a sweet little thing.

And because played less, losing callouses.

Jeff’s off at a client’s. He is a noble and faithful consultant, and he needs a hollerday.

I should take my vitamin d, I think I’ve forgotten the last couple of days.

He wore his onesie. For me. Because he knew I would like it. And he likes it. And he can’t wear it to school, which apparently irritates him.

Katie’s recoloured her hair. It’s gorgeous.

Anyway, Katie was going to take Alex shopping after we went to Edmonds Pool with him. She looked so exhausted I volunteered to take him while she shopped. We made chocolate muffins (Jeff will get some when he gets home, which I assume will be today) and he HELPED.

Then he spilled chocolate milk all over the downstairs carpet. But that was the only fly in the oinkment, he was otherwise fantastically well behaved.

We watched a couple of volcano videos and the landing sequence from Europa Report. Also, R. Crumb’s Stoned Again. I have no idea how these things happen.

I love him so much, the little monkey man. Also it was very nice to be able to do something Katie needed done.

5301 words total; lovely brekkie yesterday and then a quick shop with Katie.

iceberg pictures for ZAZZLE AND CURB APPEAL

4691 words total on new chapter

Sometimes the requirement for brevity is a blessing. Posit a character not given to much talking and to speaking of his emotions, unless he’s irritated, not at all.

Someday the love and affection I feel
Will be held up and mocked
or be rendered unreal
We’ll never get closure
so babe, here’s the deal:
I’ll love you the best that I can

(slow waltz time, like old fashioned country music)

So:

It’s a fanfic song, because pairings in sff are constantly under attack. In the case of the pairing I’m thinking of, since s6:17 at least they’ve been teased about it and rendered unreal means that any shift in the timeline takes them out of each other’s lives, like it never happened.

But also, I’m writing about what’s going on with me right now. I am trying to be a wise elder and accepting of change and loss, but I’m stewing about things and stuff and it’s not making me cheerful and wanting to go to a Climate Strike event today.

Dour as my mood is… I’m writing.