Oh, in other news? I totally found my way into a humblebrag about the Good Stuff today. This friend asked if I have a tumblr, so I was telling her about that, and she asked if I knew my followers or what, and I was like, "...well, there are 2500 followers, so." GOOD STUFF, people!!
'The Message'
Natter 71: Someone is wrong on the Internet
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
GOOD STUFF!
I do pretty well with the being in the moment stuff, which I learned here. But I have trouble with, well, times of trouble. I mean, sometimes the moment sucks! Which I guess is when the other aphorism kicks in, the only way out is through. But I think it's hard for me sometimes to tell the difference between paralyzed with indecision and not freaking out about the future. I don't feel particularly anxious about the future at the moment, and the future probably totally bites for a while here. So then, am I living in the moment or in total denial?
Currently I'm being bombarded with Star Wars questions that I do not have the mental capacity to answer because I'm also ordering the week's groceries in another tab. Why don't we see Anakin being born? But why doesn't the movie go back that far? Why isn't Emperor Palpatine a ghost? But why is he a Sith? But why did Anakin turn to the Dark Side? But why was he so angry?
If only all of children's challenging questions could be answered with "No one knows for sure, honey, but I'm pretty sure George Lucas has been abusing hallucinogens for years."
Dude, Lise, this is some epitaph worthy stuff:
Bulls****ing is hard, but tellin' the truth is easy....you can write!"
are you having to watch the prequels too? because there has to be some limits for the agony one should experience as a parent. You don't deserve this punishment. Are you a felon, Jessica?
One of my proudest moments as a parent was when Dylan asked us to turn Phantom Menace off because it was boring. So the only prequel-era stuff he's really seen is Clone Wars.
Citric acid! I have that in my spice cabinet. Hmmm....
this is some epitaph worthy stuff:
I'm telling you!
Well, 0 for 2 in sports tonight. Well, actually 1 for 3, because the Blackhawks won this afternoon.
But on the plus side, watching basketball I don't actually care that much about was the perfect backdrop for sorting my inbox and the mail basket, wherein I found my Christmas steakhouse gift certificate, yay! But not my missing W2.
He just had this interchange with Thelonious' son:
That was AMAZING. He must be giddy!
Jesse, there's never too many ornj kitties!
They just finished. He says it's the best any work of his has ever been performed. YAY!
Yay Liese, that is so monumentally cool for your SO. He'll hold onto this night for a long time.
And Kat, I'm sorry you're having one of those nights. You and your work ethic always amaze me.
I on the other hand am NOT being productive, or at least not productive enough. sigh. I'm sure the martinis I made at dinner aren't helping, but then again they did a marvelous job of dampening my desire to tell my bratty kids to fuck off. Fair trade off.
Liese, wow, that's...that's almost all the appreciation you could want. Y'all definitely need to deposit that in the back so you can withdraw interest if a cold night comes by.
Kat, another oil might work indeed. I don't mind cooking complex flavours in olive oil, but if it's strong enough to be a flavour of its own I pretty much guarantee a migraine.
I didn't do all the things I needed to. But my hair is cut, I drew Amy her birthday present, finished up my draft pics for the fic/art challenge, and responded intelligently to my sister about the five or six SPN episodes she watched today. But I did not do anything in the kitchen bar taking things out of it. I need to bake cookies, and I want to do two batches, but that would mean buying more butter...oatmeal cookies tomorrow morning before meds, and I will make the next ones (that I can't finish and that I break up) during the week itself.
Kat, that all sounds very overwhelming. If soothing thoughts counted....well, I'm out of practice. I hope that's not a problem, if rusty soothing thoughts come across the ether to you? I'm sure there's no lockjaw threat.
They just finished. He says it's the best any work of his has ever been performed. YAY!
I would Favorite this if this were Twitter, but thankfully it is not, so, YAY!
There we go: Facebook has Like, Twitter has Favorite; B.org needs a YAY button!
(Not really.)
Go to bed, Self, you're drunk.