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20% off downloadable patterns! So I broke down and finally bought the pattern for the Bacchus Socks I've been eyeing forever. Now I just need to convert the pattern to magic loop, since that appears to be the only way I like to knit socks. And get a 2mm circular needle.

zvi_likes_tv had surgery at 8am this morning. She's out now and her doctors are so confident about her recovery, she may be home by this evening (Sunday, Nov 29th 2009).

Dreamed last night that I'd uploaded a bunch of fic to AO3. I was disappointed when I woke up this morning and it wasn't true, because I'm lazy that way.

I also dreamed about the fic that's been percolating in my head for a few days now. I want to take the "John and Rodney get stranded on a planet that practices slavery" tropes and make it about John and Ronon, but I don't want to use the idea that Ronon has to be the owner because you have to fight hand-to-hand if anyone challenges you for your slave. Not that I have a problem with that trope, but it's been done, and done well; I want to do something different.

So my idea is that this particular world was used for genetics research by the Ancients, and about 10% of the population has the ATA gene. After the Ancients left, the gene carriers, called the Gifted, established an oligarchy where they ruled, sometimes as benevolent dictators, and at other times, not so benevolent. About a hundred and fifty years before the Atlantis expedition, the non-Gifted rebelled. They didn't kill or exile all of the Gifted, though, because they needed them to work much of the technology, so instead, they enslaved them. All adult Gifted are "bonded" to a person referred to as a Keeper, whose job is to make sure that the Gifted does his assigned tasks without exceeding the boundaries.

Somehow, John and Ronon get stranded on this planet, and Ronon has to be John's Keeper. In addition to John letting his submissive side out, and Ronon discovering that he likes being the one giving orders to John, I want to look a little at Ronon's conflicted feelings toward the Lanteans, and both of them realizing where the Lanteans' attitudes of patronizing superiority to the rest of the Pegasus Galaxy could be heading.

Of course, I've got to finish my Podbang fic--at least, once I get the replacement for the microphone Ogdred used as a chew toy--and figure out what I'm doing for prettylightsfic, and I haven't had much writing drive lately. But we'll see...maybe next year if there's an SGA Big Bang I'll try to do something, if only because there's not enough Ronon/John fic out there.

Those. People. Be. Trippin'

STILL

STILL they play this shit.

I suppose I should be grateful or something that 2009 is bringing some of the muck all out into the light. But this is some BOLD ass racist shit. And everytime I want to stop giving Obama a break, I see one of these oozing white thought sores and think, nah dread. Let him settle some more. Cause those people have lobbyists and who knows what shit dem a pulling behind the scenes.

IJDEK!

So yeah, because my sleep schedule's been so fucked up, I haven't been taking my Wellbutrin. I really really need to remember that it's not optional.

Dinner tonight, which should have been dinner last night, was good, but it was only half of what I meant to serve and the meat was just a little too pink even though my meat thermometer said it was a lot more done that it turned out to be.* I really didn't feel the cooking vibe so we had the caramelized butternut squash/sweet potato dish (which was very good) and lamb, which was very good even if it was a little pink. We'll have greens and mashed potatoes tomorrow.

Things would have been a lot smoother if I'd been taking my meds, as it was I stressed this one waaaaaay too much.



*Um, hi...I'm really not in the mood for recommendations or helpful hints or solutions or whatever here.

That anxiety this morning? Knocked me out for the -whole- day. Now to see if I have a brain for food making.

ETA: On the one hand, I want to go 'I have trauma from shopping?!!' and then y'know, I remember my child & teenhood.

Right now I'm mostly thankful that I no longer have a migraine.

There's food in the oven and I'll do a much longer post about it all later.

Hope those of you who celebrate (and those how don't) had a great day!

Naturally, I requested Static Shock, and now I'm spreading the word in hopes this will reach someone who can actually write Static fic. :)

I now own a Philips MP3/video player*. So, does anyone know how I can get my various AVI files (and DVDs) into SMV format so I can take them places with me? Preferably a free way?

*And a pair of boots that are too narrow in the heel, so I'll have to return them. :(

Edit of SQUEE: I just realized I can now conveniently listen to podfics!

Have just bought myself an external hd enclosure, and a internal hd. Cost just over $100. I can buy books. I can buy food. I can buy groceries. I can pay my bills. But when it comes to certain purchases I end up like this, wanting to pee and vomit on myself in total fear that I made the wrong choice, didn't do enough research, didn't do enough number crunching.

I know I researched this for most of the year. I know that my experiences with TigerDirect were positive several years ago, and chances are they'll be positive again. My mother's experiences are not my own, especially given how she tends to complicate a situation.

Still, logic? Ain't no friend of anxiety. Logic gets the 'Talk to the Hand' and Anxiety sashays off and owns the place.

PS: Waited an hour and a half to add a $7 mouse to my order. My order? Already processed and in a box. And thus I'd have to pay shipping. So uhm, guess I'll mosy down to Target or something - if I find the energy, and see what I can do and hope things last out till then.

PPS: The Media Player of my dreams, ie, with features I've been dreaming about? Just became available. Of course I just spent money on myself. So I have difficulty seeing me spending even -more- money on myself. Guess I should take comfort knowing it is -here-. (ETA: OMG it has ... ok, this would just be boring tech gush. But it has unexpected tech gush. Seriously, if they threw in a camera, I'd likely end up buying it right this second)

It has a camera.

A camera people.

*puddles into amoeba of drool*

*Willow knows what she's getting herself for the holidays, even if she has to call it an early birthday present*
ETA: There are WEP vs WPA complications. But not enough to keep from all 'Oooh'

zvi_likes_tv available via Twitter. (Either DM's or @Zvi_likes_tv)

She says she's bored, so anyone willing entertain her with tweets, feel free.

Somehow, the Friday the 13th DVDs I ordered on the 23rd, shipped on the 24th and arrived today. And they managed that with Super Saver shipping (because I'm cheap). Dude! :D

I thought the "Lewis Vendredi made a deal with the devil..." opening lasted through season two; I'm sad they cut it on the DVDs.

I wish Rashid had been in more than two episodes. He was awesome.

Zvi, (zvi_likes_tv) is currently inpatient (and doing better for it) and accessible only via her cellphone.

Good wishes appreciated.

Just woke up, crashed this morning with residual panic (sometimes it comes in waves). Best thing so far in the fifteen minutes I've been up? GP Doctor got my message, called to find out how I was, understood that I don't have control over that level of panic, let me know I didn't have to take the medicine and we could work something else out, wants to make sure I try and get a reschedule in within two weeks.

I want to cry in relief.

It lowers so much remaining tension with dealing with people. Really.

Meanwhile I want to attempt to tidy up some in the apt, and see if I can't cook myself a turkey breast for Thursday.

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Oh yeah, in Dreamwidth Isn't Archiving My Comments With LJ Archive News? I deleted all but my race rants from imported LJ entries. LJ-Archive still can't sync properly even though it now says I have 14698 comments instead of 70k something. Also despite using LJ-Sec to delete posts, some just randomly stayed and had to be deleted by hand. So I'm pondering that LJ-Sec is yet another tool that doesn't quite work with Dreamwidth.

( It got longer that expected )

Take a bagel, slice it, toast it and put a generous amount of cream cheese on both slices. Then take a couple artichoke hearts and chop them up fine* and use them as sammich filling. Serve with Kalamata olives on the side.

Speaking of food, we got our box yesterday; I was just too wiped to report it.

Persimmons, tangerines, apples, kale, chard, lettuce, some other green and sweet potatoes.

( rambly stuff about greens and T-Day dinner )

I pre-ordered Nox Arcana's Winter's Eve CD (and finally ordered Phantoms of the High Seas, too). Music to listen to through the new year! ^__^

Due to a bit of stupidity on my part, I spent the day without internets. And you know...I missed people, but not the internets themselves. Lemme know if anything interesting happened.

Actually, you all should be glad I spent the day offline; I'm grumpy and crampy and apparently someone, probably Og, slept in just the wrong spot on the bed, forcing me to sleep in a certain position, so my knees and back hurt. It's not that I wouldn't happily kick him off the bed, it's that he does it in the middle of the night and I automatically adjust without waking up.

For those not on my NaNo filter, I'm declaring it a half win. I wrote 20,500 words and I'll probably manage another 5,000 before the end of the month. Or who knows, maybe I won't. Still that's 20K of fic I didn't have on October 31, so there you have it.

I have to go to our local upscale grocery store to pick up the lamb tomorrow. That's gonna be fun. I also have to go to Coco's to pick up the pie so at least I'll have French Toast for lunch or something.

You know that Christian side hug thing I linked to earlier? Well, my brain refuses to remember the actual lyrics, beyond, "Gimme that Christian side hug," but I'm earwormed by the beat...so I'm afraid I'm coming up with alternate rhymes for "side hug", like "self love" and "butt plug". I am quite sure this sullies the purity of their white boy gangsta rap about how they're such sexual deviants they can't even hug someone without being uncontrollably turned on.

My lyrics do make about as much sense. The last round went, "I'm a rough rider/with a Jesus butt plug/So gimme that Christian side hug/ 'cause I practice self love."

Edit: It dawns on me that apparently, Fundie boys are all Edward Cullen, terrified they will be overwhelmed by Bella Swan's outrageous flavor.* See what repression gets you?

*(tm cleolinda, IIRC)

And you know, I love knitting, but this is a LOT of work (not to mention the OMG WON'T FINISH ON TIME! panic). It's kind of making me feel guilty for all the times I've asked to have something written/drawn/made for me, instead of just telling people to drop ten bucks on a gift card from Amazon or Knitpicks.

(On a related note, I have things for people from that meme at the start of the year, and I am SO FAILING at getting them packed up and mailed out. Bad Dragovian. Bad.)

So y'know how I said I'd make it to my doctor's appt? I forgot I'm not the sole voice of authority in here. Just cancelled it.

Too much anxiety at confronting her about the lyrica. Just left voicemail saying I couldn't come in and explaining why. Now maybe my womb will stop hurting just a little bit and I'll stop shaking and my chest will stop hurting and I can stop crying.

Y'know?

Sometimes, I am brave. At other times, I worry my anxiety might cause me to shiv someone. Ok maybe not cause me to shiv someone. But shving could seriously happen - I get violent or terrified when I'm very anxious with no real way to tell. And seriously, if a treat of Peanut Butter Cups shaped like Christmas trees couldn't get me to leave the house, and the threat of a library fine, then I need to pay attention and not try to walk, outside, when my lower half feels all TMI.

Meantime, I'll be over here curled up in a ball, trying not to should or 'you are such a coward' myself. Oh yeah, also no SI - have to remember to focus on that.