Waking up at 2:30 a.m. from a dream where I promised someone I'd order and raise 49,511 chicks (49,511???) into layers for them and then realizing in my dream that I had no money for capital and investment for the chick order, the feed they'd require, the building I'd need (I've lived on a farm with long, empty chicken houses from the previous owner, so I already have a clue), plus the hardware (feeders, waterers) and the electricity and all the gadgets that would entail, and dang if I didn't come full awake actually doing math.
I was insane thinking that plan to tunnel to 0,0 from the -8000s would be a cinch. I can tell you things about acres of lava and miles of cobblestone that would make you hate minecraft forever. I think the game is psychic, it can feel when I'm my most frustrated and disgusted and spawns big gobs of ores to run into, and alla sudden I'm getting 50 blocks of gold and diamonds and all the other stuff around them. I ran into someone else's settlement that turned out to be part of our own township that I had no clue existed (I died in lava and temporarily lost my "/back" to home base, so I popped out on top to see the countryside for a few minutes, talk about total coinkydink), and way after that ran into someone else's super long unclaimed tunnels that for some reason left all the coal intact and never seemed to lead back out anywhere, which got boring real quick, so after I nabbed the coal I just kept plowing my own path through the bottom of the world.
I kept seeing this guy die over and over in the chat log, cracked me up, finally had to get a screen shot.
Anyway, I'm in the -2000s now *dull cheer*. I am getting super rich, though. I've got so many blocks of redstone that I'm thinking about building a Chinese restaurant. I mean, I NEVER see anyone build with redstone, it would be pretty awesome. And I've got 3 double trunks of cobblestone, so I'm thinking about paving the valley between the village and my evil lair and going crazy building a mall or something.
I've gotta get back into the tunnel. Be careful with your grills, guys. (Memorial Day weekend in the States.)
Need. Jam. Stat. Here's to 2015. Waving goodbye to the sadness and angst, although it was enlightening and, once again, life changing. Finally worked through my stuff. In full public view!!! I've come a really long way.
Coffee going in. Bunny countdown on. Wakey wakey, little brain. One more day. Bring it on, 2016.
Braincation is going pretty well, I think. The Sherlock marathon isn't moving along as quickly as I'd hoped because I keep falling asleep, but I'm glad because I'm making up for last week and gearing up for next week. I just had one of the most interactive and wonderful Christmases I've ever had in my adult life (we've been through some really sad and awful Christmases), and all this catching up napping is pretty awesome, too.
I think I've done a New Year's Eve look back through the years, but I don't think I've done New Year's Day.
1/1/2008- I had been through 6 weeks of hellish CMV infection over holidays and didn't know I was on my way further down the black hole, but hey, optimism can't hurt, right?
It's amazing how quickly we adapted to that new 22" monitor and didn't even realize it. We took the Westinghouse back yesterday and have a Samsung on order. In the meantime, going back to this little 17" feels like we're back in the Stone Age. Wild. Here we were fussing about the 22" and we already miss it. But Scott didn't like that brand, either.
I'm feeling pretty optimistic about this new year. I'm drug free again, excepting for the basics-- blood pressure, thyroid, birth control. Feeling not half bad because I'm back in balance controlling the fibromyalgia and stomach problems. Not particularly bouncing around the house, but getting things done and feeling like life might be getting a little more fun again.
Over that last week watched Mr. Bean's Holiday-- sploit, I highly recommend that one.
Oddly, the ol' crochet itch is making a comeback. Wonder if that'll result in anything. And it's a good sign, because I had so much trouble with my hands since the Bell's that I had to stop embroidering, crocheting, beading, and even writing letters. Seems to all be coming back a bit. Hope it lasts.
Also regaining an interest in my websites. Hadn't checked my trackers in months and was pleasantly surprised to see that my Lexx site has been visited from over 15 countries during the holidays. Still having cool ideas about a new chicken blog. Have been doing a little myspace work today on the Eddie Izzard space (thanx for those pjs, sploit, made a cool background... haha) and my other blog, doing some more tossing out and simplifying, so I'll just paste the rest of what I'm thinking over from there.
Hope you all have an outstanding 2008.
Rang out the old year with homemade popcorn balls and POTC monopoly (Scott is a real gloater, watch that guy), and Dick Clark dropping the ball, as it were. Brought in the freezing cold 11 degree wind chill new year with bacon and homemade cinnamon rolls, and cool new stuff. New black toile on pink satin pjs with Eddie Izzard's Dress to Kill dvd tucked inside from my sploit (just about the most clever gift I think I've ever received), a huge new makeup collection for only $15 yesterday on a red tag sale at Penney's with a gift card, and a bunch of really nice winter sox by St. John's Bay for only $1 a pair. Beat that, Walmart. Watching the Tournament of Roses parade now.
:edit: In the event you caught that parade today, it opened with my alma mater, Pride Marching Band - Bands - Missouri State University, which has one of the top bands in the nation and always put on spectacular shows. Today they intro'd the Tournament of Roses president and Grand Marshall Emeril Lagasse. Also in the event that you caught any of the parade reruns on the Travel Channel and happened to see a text 'holla' that said "Scott ur the bomb", that was me, ha.
1/1/2009- I didn't blog anything privately throughout January but I do have extensive notes in February. I was public blogging surveys back then to get through because I'd been so very ill all year and was still sinking. On January 4th I published this one, which I later moved to Surveypalooza for better mobile viewing. from old to new survey I can't say enough for silly surveys keeping me going through some really bad stuff, although that is one of my more boring ones. I started picking up a bit later in 2009 when new Trek sent me through a spectacular rant, and then I disappeared again into private blogging in 2010.
1/1/2010- I actually did this. Seriously. I kept egg charts on my chickens through 2009. That's how desperate I was for distraction in real life.
In 2009, my 5 hens laid a total of 785 eggs.
Jaizzy- 131
Macy- 230
Dooney- 294
Spencer- 99
Bean- 29
Dooney and Macy never went into molt. Spencer and Jaizzy both went through two different molts within the year. Bean went into a partial molt and still hasn't grown some of the feathers back, even after two months.
Jaizzy is several years old and lays gigantic eggs. She's a Production Red cross between New Hampshire and Leghorn who is getting arthritic, but still otherwise very healthy with lush feathers and clean skin. She had Fowl Pox a couple of years ago but didn't seem to suffer any problems from it. She's 'wild' and lives in her own pen, but very set in her habits and now allows Scott to pick her up. She will eat snakes, frogs, and lizards, and can fight like a pro.
Macy is a Black Australorp, a breed famous for being prolific egg layers, solid black from beak to toenail (excepting her comb and wattles). She missed one week of laying this year for unknown reasons, but picked right back up. She's never seemed sick, and she is the top of the pecking order. Her eggs have steadily increased in size until they are nearly as big as Jaizzy's. Very tame, allows petting, walks at my feet, inspects everything we do.
Dooney is a California White, a cross between Leghorn and California Black, bred to be super producers. She is mostly white with a few random black flecks, very energetic, very enthusiastic about food, particular about her nest, and always the first to try to fly out the pen door. She dusts vigorously and will get muddy like a pig trying to dust in wet dirt. In spite of frequently looking very dirty, she lays pretty white eggs, all identical every day right down to the small bulge near the pointy end. She lays through all kinds of weather extremes like a machine.
Spencer is a Brown Leghorn, a fancy breed that looks more like a wild chicken, and certainly acts like one. High strung, preferring natural wild food, obedient to 'herding' only when she feels the need to be part of the group. Panics easily, gets sick easily (seems to be anxiety-induced), but lays *big* pearl colored eggs with very pointy ends and giant yolks inside. If she didn't have a henhouse, she would roost in the trees, and if we had a rooster she'd probably go broody and hatch chicks out in the woods. She can fly 100 feet, and bursts into flight like a cross between quail and pheasants.
Bean is an anomaly. She is a Speckled Sussex, a quiet breed supposed to be a steady layer and good for brooding and hatching chicks, but 'twas not to be with the Bean. I believe she suffered an internal injury or illness of some kind that destroyed her ovaries. She laid very tough shelled small eggs for one month before suddenly expelling a mass of crumbly stones, and has never laid again since, and doesn't seem inclined to start back up or even care to sit on a nest. I can't tell if she's ill, seems fine and eats good. She keeps up ok with the others, but definitely low Bean on the totem pole. Just keeping her around as a pet, see what happens with her.
I'm not going to average how many eggs per month or week comes from 785 since each chicken is so different, and some of them have problems. I assume the egg production for Jaizzy will continue to go down a little over the next year, and that Bean will never lay again. Have no idea about Spencer or whether the other two will actually go into a molt of some kind or just continue to slow molt a couple of feathers at a time while they continue laying. But, I'm also not going to keep count during 2010 to compare to this year. Got a bit old about 6 months into it, and would probably be more fun if I had a bigger flock of chickens to run stats and charts on for fun. But I think we can see that I had pretty good production out of the ones advertised for that, and without experimentation with more of their own kind and changes in feed and whatnot, I couldn't be sure what affects it. The one thing that happened this year that stopped all laying instantaneously was finding a snake in the nest, but once a fake egg was put in the nest, they mostly resumed back to normal. Other than that, and besides actual molting, I can't point to weather, temperature, free ranging vs. staying in, or any particular foods that make laying better. I can tell the chickens ~feel~ better with more fats, non-grain proteins, and greens in their diet than just chicken feed, and they seem psychologically more 'up' when they can get out and run and scratch a bit. The fact that Jaizzy is still producing as much as she is might be testimony to good health care. Another point worth mentioning is that none of my chickens have ever picked up lice or mites from the wild birds around here. I've never had to treat them for parasites or infections, they've never had shots or antibiotics or medications in their feed. I've lost previous chickens to unknown illness that could only be ovarian tumor or possibly eating something like a carpenter nail. And foxes.
Enough of the chicken and egg report. Probably far too obsessed with it, but at least I've learned a few things.
1/1/2011 "2011 revolutions"
Some changes I'll prolly be making over the coming year, although I hesitate to prioritize them into my life as resolutions.
Unsub from the 'patriotic resistance' league of super heroes who have nothing better to do all day than reprint articles off other websites and freak out about them. Two years of people freaking out across the nation is enough to last me a lifetime. I seem to be the only one who understands the tongue in cheek sarcasm I do about the death of our nation as we know it and the end of the world. It's like the joke on the Futurama 4-parter about the spacetime rip showing up, the people screaming in the streets for two weeks until they're exhausted and can barely breathe out a quiet 'aaahh...'
Start ~really~ throwing stuff away. Had a good talk with Scott today about going through the trash to pull things out that he might be able to get a quarter for at a yard sale, like a half skein of yarn I've had for 20 years. If I haven't used it in 20 years, I'll NEVER use it, and anyone else so badly needing to buy it at a yard sale is really pathetic, and Scott would only be enabling them, after holding onto it in the basement for another 5-10 years first, making him even more pathetic than they are. Yeah, throwing stuff away.
On a last year's resolution success note, I have successfully stopped all paid magazine subscriptions from coming through the mail over the last 6 months by refusing to renew anything. What a relief.
Just a quickie coming through, still working on the letter, right around the part about the blue jello.
This came a couple days later. I edited loads of stuff out, but you can probably figure that out.
Such a joy being married into this family. So many good years down the drain. ...
Several errands to run while I'm out. Library, post office, Scott needs 'teeth glue'. Contemplating getting my hair trimmed somewhere other than Walmart. Seriously, I look like a troll doll with short hair on the back of my head. If I greased my hair back I'd look like the Fonz.
Oh, yeah, I forgot I was going to make his family imaginary this year. They don't really exist, it's a figment of my imagination.
Thought I'd take a look back at last year about this time, see what's changed.
1- The little cedar tree behind the deck is gone.
2- Started last year with a ton of snow, nothing this year.
3- I was running sci-fi marathons, this year I'm doing cooking show marathons.
4- I was on antibiotic for swollen glands, and going through that awful neck pain and nasty headaches. This year (so far) is much nicer compared to that.
5- The nurse of the corn made my life a living nightmare, this year I have a new doctor.
6- Went out to eat for new year's, this year nothing.
7- Chickens were laying real good last year at this time, this year nothing at all.
8- Last year a bunch of Florida manatees died of unknown cause, this year Arkansas blackbirds and drumhead fish are dying by the thousands around an area having lots of tiny earthquakes. Maybe a lotta methane and CO2 bubbles are suffocating them or something.
9- --- smashed furniture in gram's house last year, this year he's an angel after punching his mom in the face.
10- Last year we were still breaking ice off the water dishes, this year they're all electric.
11- Last year I could walk out in the bitter cold without having an asthma attack right away. This year I don't go out at all if it's under 30 degrees.
12- --- blew up all over Scott last year. A whole year has gone by and he's still not confronting her, even though we now know the reason last year with her was so bad was because she was boozing on the sly.
13- The neighbor who caught his house on fire down the street across from us is gone now because he died a few months ago.
That was just the first couple of weeks of January last year. I think we've had more change over this last year than nearly all the other years we've lived here.
I'm totally stalling. I need to eat breakfast and wash my hair and get ready to go.
1/1/2012 "the 'stuck in the middle with you' song has been on my mind all day"
I won't share, but we rang in the new year playing board games in an office a young PTSD Iraq vet had moved into because he was terrified to live in his own house for some reason. I just wanna go on public record for being there as a mother-in-law that night when his own mother wasn't. The next few months got pretty rough for him.
1/1/2013 Bunny was in the oven and Twink was moving in and out and Xanga had turned my life upside down... I finally got those new glasses just a few months ago, lol.
I've got to spend January going through the stacks of stuff I cleaned off the table and counter and just dumped into bags. All my medicare stuff, mostly. Nearly have all my old medical paid off now, only $200 left on one bill from 2011. First time in ages. Want to start saving money back for new glasses. Will be 3 years around May. Get organized on where my money will go this coming year so I don't overspend.
12/31/2014 That's today! Pinky blog hits finally ripped passed Pinky Stuff on SyfyDesigns this last fall. I look back on projections I had in 2012 and fall over laughing. I had no idea I would be doing all the stuff I'm doing now.
We have Bunny all day long. I've been up since 5 a.m. and I'll probably be in bed by sundown. I'll probably be back up in the wee hours tomorrow morning, like I was last year. I'm going to call my bluff and raise me double or nothing. Can't wait to see what 2016 is going to bring. Oh, yeah, another full Bunny day on Saturday. You guys won't be seeing me much, lol.
I'm still calling this week a braincation. Sorry social medias, I'm being mowed flat by a 2 1/2 year old. You didn't see me stopping and doing many things in between all the sentences here for the last 4 hours.
This is me and lappy going down together in our final hours together before I pick up the new laptop next week.
Quick look back.
My new obsession taking over my life.
Breaking open like a pinata last spring.
This #bencongruity kept me sane.
Khanlock drove me through the summer.
What the frak, tossed sanity to the wind over the holidays.
And I'm going out with this playlist jam. I hope you guys have awesome 2016s. Don't be stupid tonight partying, ok?
Have you guys ever thought about how real life is the Matrix and social media is Zion, us escaping the Matrix and actually sharing our thoughts? Because in real life we live like they do in the Matrix. I know, you wanna say that social media is the Matrix because we're all 'plugged in', but if the universe really is a hologram and our existence is really more like a gaming system, then the social media we have constructed is our Zion because that is how we escape 'real life'. And then you could argue that one of the Zion theories holds that they never really escaped the Matrix, so therefore Zion is still inside the Matrix, and I say ~*perzackly*~.
lol, someone else is like me
Wo, I feel like A. Smith bouncing around in this guy's head.
What's hilarious about the post that last meme links to is that I am the queen of delete, reorganize, and reallocate, and look where it got me with my phone. I tenaciously hang onto lappy because I'm such a hoarder. I need staff. I keep saying this. You don't need principles to hang onto old tech.
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Taking breaks in between stuffs. So much to catch up on.
Still having problems using my arms. Have violently thrown my new phone bouncing and skidding over 10 feet several times over the last few days. My wrists are a little swollen this morning from the ASTYM but still managed to get dishes done without breaking anything.
Catching up on the lastest Strong Bad vid.
Need to keep moving. May as well just get a playlist going.
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You guys don't see me killing it. How's cauliflower and cheese soup with bacon sound? I'm all over it. Yes, from scratch, and it is luxurious. Sorry I can't share.
O.M.G. And dang it, I was hoping that web address at the end was real.
I really really wanna whine about how badly my wrists ache but I won't stop doing chores and keyboarding, so I know I'm not helping.
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I get lost in thoughts while I do chores. Ignore the drop off. I'm having trubbas spelling on twitter in general today.
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Ok, now I'm passing time until a visitor comes to my house.
Fans just leave me breathless sometimes. I'm in awe of other people being able to so eloquently express deep emotion like this.
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I'm excited.
@SFSeriesMovies tweeted today that Jake 2.0 is finally being released on DVD. I dug around real hard for this show on the webs 2-3 years ago and finally found it, then was very surprised to see the condition it arrived in. Guys, I apparently purchased it contraband, seriously. The quality isn't great, but it was better than nothing. I mean, I assume it's contraband because you can see the TV logo on a station in another country, and the credits aren't exactly kosher, plus the cover art is crap. Thought about demanding my money back, but I'm pretty sure that wouldn't have worked. Anyway, I am very excited that it's actually being released now, I. so. love. this. show. Dare we hope for blu-ray...
When I posted that pic to facebook, it tried to tag Jake as Kai from Lexx, lol. I said years ago (so sorry, that post is gone now) that Christopher Gorham would be perfect playing a Brunnen-G, preferably Kai's son or ancestor in a spin-off or prequel. ~~~~~~~~~~~
Just found out about the Paris attack (little over an hour ago), very sad and shocked. I know a fair number of fans both in France and who have traveled to France, especially around Merlin filming. I've been a big France fan for many years (even before Johnny Depp moved there, lol), spent 2 1/2 years on French language and literature studies in college. I'm feeling the Paris attack as personally as I would if it were over here on my side. I am so sorry you guys are making the news like this.
Leaving it here with these vids. Fandom hugs. If you're not a Merlin fan, that's ok, just soak it in. The friends I've made in the Merlin fandom have run a little deeper than others and brought me out of a long social media lassitude. Just today I was contacted privately by a Merlin fan in Malaysia touching base to let me know he's moving to the States soon to finish a medical degree, and it felt really good to be considered that important in his life to touch base like real family. Fandoms are important. I keep saying that fandoms are the most important social process happening in the world because they, more than any political or religious agenda, are uniting people of all colors and genders and creating worldwide families that care deeply for one another. Fandoms are what will save us.
Stat trackers are like a game of putting clues together. (Maybe that's why I love Sherlock so much.)
My latest mystery is how in the world someone found my Khanlock post from a 'tmj swollen gland' image search. (If you like gross, *click* *that*. Yes, I'll wait.) I didn't use any of those pix, but my only link about it goes straight to someone else's artistic medical depiction somewhere in all that gross mess, so I guess google must have automatically thrown Pinky blog in as a perp by association, because my tags include only the barest 'parotid gland' and 'salivary gland', and TMJ is mentioned only in passing in a word/combo/thing.
But that's the magic of the internet, isn't it? For whatever reason, Khanlock remains my top most clicked Pinky post coming in from search engines around the globe, and I guess I know now that's why. Look for 'tmj swollen gland' and you get Benedict Cumberbatch in all his glory when you need him the most. Not very informative, but the goal is distraction from misery, right? Hope it helps. I know that was sure an extra rough day for moi.
It's rough out there for all of us sooner or later, I think. Just look for the pink glow in the distance on those long, dark nights and know you're not alone.
I've about talked poor @bonenado's ears off this weekend. I bet he's missing the quiet of last weekend, but he's the one who keeps starting conversations, so watching him wriggle his way out of me motor mouthing to get back to his paused TV show is kind of funny.
The problem is, Scott is a big crime lord buff (yes, on top of the zombie werewolf samurai WWII vampire stuff), and I'm a big film marketing buff (among other extensive film obsessions, I own nearly every Johnny Depp movie ever made, read the thousand page bio, studied *everything* about filming the POTCs and at least half his other movies {I did the same thing with Jackie Chan a decade earlier}), so when he asked if I knew who all was in Black Mass, I launched into a power point on the genius who put all these marketable gems together while Scott interjected what he knew about all the cool history behind Whitey Bulger. What really sells it for me, though, is how absolutely creepy Johnny looks in character here.
I don't do movie theaters very well any more (that is one place I really miss being heavily medicated), so I'll have to suffer waiting patiently, hopefully we can get it on PPV fairly quickly, because I'll be a mess waiting for it. Some of you probably remember I'm also a bit of a Kevin Bacon fan, lol.
there's a story behind this if you click it
We're almost ready for the roofing guys. Scott lopped off several really big branches swooping across the yard so they can get a trailer and conveyor up to the house, got stuff around the deck and walkway ready to tarp. I'm hoping they show up on a week I'm booked up and in town every day, which is any time over the next three weeks, because I'm sure internet will be a mess and the noise will make me insane. If not, I've got several pairs of headphones and about 1500 downloaded vids on standby.
You guys know there's a big CERN thing going on, right? Hang on, I need a brain boost with my coffee. These vids actually play in 'compose' here on blogger while I'm working. Cool, huh? You don't get that with the 'beep beep boop' on wordpress. Well, at least I don't. Anyway, in case that prompted anyone else to free associate and wonder what else has happened on Sept 28 through the years, here you go. (:edit: Sorry, wrong day. 9-23 Hey, you can get a t-shirt.) In the meantime... coffee. (Ok, those of you not following, here's your 'end of the world 9-23' search. Have fun.) (Oh, and the song is an illuminati joke.) (I personally don't think 9-23 is the 'end' because they haven't digitized the dollar yet, really wish they'd pull together on this prophecy stuff, this yanking out new end dates over and over is getting sooooo old.) (And if it all turns out to be real, freaking out isn't going to change anything, so chillax and go get some coffee.) (:another edit: Every time an end date is announced, I want a t-shirt with "I survived fill in this blank". I'd have a whole closet of t-shirts if I'd really done this.) (I'm not mocking anyone {ok, yes I am}, but I'm going to have a bit to say in Existential Aspie about people who crave escapism through end world doom and are severely disappointed every time it doesn't happen.) (In a nice way. Not mocking.) (Guys, I. grew. up. with. this.) (My point.) (Ok, now my link is the same color and you can't see it, just click that point thing.)
My Khanlock post continues to be my most searchable Pinky bait. I linked this pic to the referring url because it looks cool, but I can't tell from my end if it'll open up for you.
Why is this not a thing? I can find almost any other ship combo imaginable, but not this.
Heck, there's even a #Jindy ship. Srsly, click that hashtag for the feed.
While I quite enjoyed combing this search for anything Sylar-Khan, alas, I'm stunned that I finally couldn't find something on the webs. I always find everything on the webs.
You know what this means, right? Time travel is REAL, and someone is changing things. Yes, I find it that impossible for SylarKhan to not exist in any form. I find streams crossing Molly/Khan (Sherlock/Star Trek) and Danny/Kirk (Heroes/Star Trek), and even Sylar/Sherlock (Heroes/Sherlock), but not Sylar/Khan (Heroes, Star Trek).
CAUTION- this is a whine post. Poke your eye with a fork before I do.
Last couple of days have felt like I got decked in the jaw. I even asked Scott (j/k, ok?) if he knocked me out because I wouldn't shut up or something and maybe I blacked out and don't remember it. (Srsly, I'm joking. Scott would be terrified of hitting me because he knows he'd have to kill me on the first blow.) (I'm still joking. We don't hit each other.) (Well... sometimes *I* hit. But I don't hurt him.) (Ok, it hurts a little.Sometimes.) (But I did break a door frame once.)
Pretty sure it's a cute little TMJ/trigeminal neuralgia/fibro flare over-response resulting from pred taper backlash, and possibly puffing up a salivary gland. If you've never had a salivary gland infection, you haven't truly lived. It is the hell of swollen glands because every move your jaw makes involves shooting pain and pressure that feels like strep, mono, and the ear infection from hell, even though it's not, it's just pressure on a nerve. I feel like I should be throwing knives and laughing maniacally when I score points. Other than that, I appear and move around and function normally, no fever, no other symptoms, which means it's probably not an infection, and that means the only way this pain will resolve is me waiting it out because it's a nerve flaring up. I need something to viciously stomp on and violently splat. It won't help me feel better, but at least I'll feel gleeful doing it. Yes, the visualizations HELP.
I'm so experienced shunting pain over onto a platform above a dark little hole I go into while I ignore stuff like this that I keep wanting to do something. Working on the book would be useless like this because I wouldn't be able to control venomously shredding everything I think into intensely dark drama, and then I'd have to toss and rewrite later. I've already destroyed myself watching "His Last Vow" again, best not make this swelling sensation worse with more blubbering after what I just did over John and Mary (omg, isn't that the sweetest scene EV-ER, I always lose it when Mary does).
Anyway, I'm prowling around screwing everything up that I touch because I can't stay focused through this pain, constantly dropping stuff (a can of tuna casually tossed itself across the kitchen when I lost my grip on the can opener, stuff like that), even nearly killed lappy spewing hot tea all over the keyboard when I choked weird (thank you, screaming drama queen nerve). About the time I give up and think there is nothing in this world that will make today ok in any way at all, I run smack dab into TREKLOCK. Guys, this is the kind of day I'm having.
Ok, first of all, thank God for fans. I'm only about 10 weeks into my Sherlock obsession and apparently I've already graduated to hardcore junkie. I haven't been this bad since Merlin. You guys really have no idea how hard and fast I can rip through everything a fandom has on the internet, it's like chasing xanax with espresso. I've already done at least 200 or more preemptive vid rescues just in case youtube pulls them, and that's just on the Sherlock/Khan fandoms. I saved less than 160 Merlin vids over a course of 18 months starting 3 years ago, so let's face it, I'm so far down the rabbit hole this time in just 10 weeks that the only thing we can even hope will pull me out is something else dragging me kicking and screaming.
Some of you will read something in my book down the road and think back on this day and wonder how in the world I can really restrain myself that much, because what's inside me is as black as octopus ink, and that's not what I want to be remembered for. This kind of pain on top of stuff makes me feel murderous.
This is my fave spaceship crash E V E R.
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Time passed. It's worse. Since I've been through years of nerve pain, it's more pissing me off than anything. Since I found actual swelling now, maybe I'll go get antibiotic tomorrow if it's not any better. I've never had to get antibiotic after pred because I'm an over the top germ phobe, but since there's a Bunny in my life now, anything is possible.
I didn't catch where this actually came from because it goes to this
but it's the most brilliant crossover I've seen today out of hundreds of fan concoctions. You can click to a treasure chest filled with piles of fan gold and look for it if you want, good luck finding your way out of there.
Did I mention I love fans? I love fans. You guys get me through so much stuff.
Waking up at 2:30 a.m. from a dream where I promised someone I'd order and raise 49,511 chicks (49,511???) into layers for them and then realizing in my dream that I had no money for capital and investment for the chick order, the feed they'd require, the building I'd need (I've lived on a farm with long, empty chicken houses from the previous owner, so I already have a clue), plus the hardware (feeders, waterers) and the electricity and all the gadgets that would entail, and dang if I didn't come full awake actually doing math.
