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Ahh, OK. Sorry. Am a stressed out little Watcher-in-Training. Doctor Who helped though!

Zenkitty, that sounds very strange. Sorry that I have no further ideas. Trapped nerves can come from the oddest things, though - even sitting in a way that you're not used to.

Teppy, great corset!

We were going to go to a poetry reading tonight, but TCG's mouth is still hurting him and I have a massive headache. So, a quiet night at home instead.

There was an article about Fernet drinking in SF in our paper today that made me think of juliana. I half expected her to be mentioned somewhere in the article.

Turns out a little yoga eases the problem, so yeah. Probably a trapped nerve, and maybe I need a new desk chair. Better a pinched nerve than the world's slowest cardiac event, anyway.

I had bought what I thought was a pork roast, but it was "picnic sliced", so kind of like a bunch of large chops. I took one of them today, cubed it up. I trimmed the fat, then rendered it in a pot. I diced half an onion, a few cloves of garlic, a stalk of celery and half of a carrot, then added them to the rendered fat. I browned the cubed pork, then added about 1/2 a cup of wine and a cup of chicken stock. I threw in a bay leaf, then put it on to simmer for two hours. It made the most lovely ragu. I made papparadelle (if I'm going through the trouble of making a great sauce, it deserves fresh pasta). I added some butter to silken and thicken the sauce, then tossed it with papparadelle and parmesan.

fucking amazing, if I do say so myself.

Holy crap, that does sound amazing.

The bottom part of the corset -- the part that went down in front of the general pants-zipper area -- is ALSO not part of a rope corset; I just had leftover rope and wanted to do something decorative with it.

That's some fine work, there. But I thought those hangy bits were meant to be connected under the groin area.

Actually, the skinny clothesline did loop back to the rope in back, and then back to the front, and THEN I did the weave-y thing.

What I did Friday night: rope corset, front; rope corset, back, rope gauntlet.

I think I saw that on Martha!

She learned it in prison, I hear.

Martha was keepin' it real.

fucking amazing, if I do say so myself.

Oh wow. That does sound like something special. Feel free to pour any leftovers through the interpipes.

This afternoon Matilda and I stopped by P-C's place running errands in the middle of a long, long day that ended with our poor car crammed to the gills with boxes of things for eBay and/or Half Price Books, but the brief stop was like a fun little holiday into a land of awesome toys and graphic novels and craziness (one wall is crooked and the kitchen looks like an abandoned Escher sketch! there's a real honest-to-God attic with a ladder that pulls down from the ceiling, and musty-smelling warm air with dust motes dancing in the light from the single window, and bare roof beams, and mysterious boxes!). She was quite thoroughly charmed and charming.

As, per example:

Me (picking up an Avatar stuffed animal): Look, Matilda, P-C has a Momo! We've never seen one before!

Matilda: Oooh, you know who else has a Momo?

Me: I don't think anyone we know does, honey. That's why this is so special.

Matilda: No, Mommy, no. You know who else has a Momo? Aang!

Then, in the car on the way to Half Price Books, she kept wondering where Uncle Neil had gone, and if he could go for a ride in the car with us once we cleared out the books. But maybe Uncle Neil was tired, or he had to go to work (which is a frequent thing with her; we were reading a Little Golden Book of Bambi, and when the gun went off and Bambi ran wild in the forest calling for his mother, she said sagely, "I think his mommy had to go to work").

Anyhow, the car is now clean and Uncle Neil can ride around in it anytime he wants.