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I'm not motivated to talk about anything today. I'm not surprised by the Ferguson grand jury decision, but that doesn't mean I'm not sickened, repulsed, and angry.

I also don't know that I have the fortitude to venture onto Tumblr today, so thank gods I prepped this collection well ahead of time. Tuesday, November 25: Illustrations.
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This article, a woman's letter to her Republican father, is mollifying, if not heartening. I am still sick and sore from yesterday's election results, but it helped a little bit. Thank you, [livejournal.com profile] redheadfae, for the link.

This Tumblr post. SO MUCH THIS.

No but look at his face when he says “carry a gun”. Look at how he widens his eyes, flares his nostrils, and curls his top lip. He is angry that he’s being told “we don’t like this, stop doing it”. Not just angry but indignant.

In his world, men are allowed to treat women however they please and to scream at them in the street. He’s not saying “carry a gun” because he thinks women should literally arm themselves (okay he probably thinks more people should literally arm themselves) but what he’s really saying is “too fucking bad”.


I mentioned in a comment to yesterday's post that one of the reasons I'm having such problems dealing with the election results is I'm too baffled to be angry. I can't process it. I'm stuck in a cycle of grief and I don't yet have the emotional language to pull myself out of it. It's difficult and confusing and frightening. I don't like it.
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Kansas is so, so, so, so fucked you guys. SO FUCKING FUCKED I can't even. I feel sick to my stomach. What in the hell is wrong with people. I can't fathom how/why so many people would vote to re-elect a man who is destroying this state.



I am just ignoring all that for now because there is nothing I can do about at the moment so I'm going to talk about STYLE.

When I put outfits together, I am generally more pleased with outfits that give me a varied silhouette. I don't like the way I look in straight leg trousers. I much prefer things that narrow at the knee--leggings with boots, or slim pants that tuck in, or even trousers that cuff high to show off funky socks or ankle boots. This is becoming more and more true as I gain more mass around my midsection. With this in mind, I've decided that I'm going to ignore the fact that knickers might have passed out of fashion a couple years ago and pick up some corduroy and wool trousers from the thrifts to alter into below-the-knee knickers. This'll also be a great time to use some of the funky accent buttons I've had in my stash for a few years. Putting cute buttons on the cuffs will look charming.

I also have a few sweaters that are too small for me now, but I love them and am not willing to give them up so I'm going to do some surgery on them, too. I plan to open up the sleeves down the outside from shoulder to wrist, and the sides from armpit to waist. Then I'll grommet them and lace them up. Funky way to add a couple sizes to a garment, eh? Hurray for still having tons of grommets left over from my bodice-making days. I even have two sizes of each color (0 and 00 in gold, black, and silver tones), so I can do smaller grommets down the sleeves for variation.

The state of Kansas might be going down the toilet, but at least I'm gonna look good.
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This is not the news story I wanted to see this morning, but I saw it anyway. Good timing, though. I have to attend a Violence In The Workplace seminar this afternoon and I am so bringing this up. Here is my prepared statement/comment/question because I know I'm going to be too angry to wing it:

While it’s important to talk about how we can best stay safe in the event of a campus shooter or other highly public but realistically rare violent occurrence, how does KU intend to address the tragically common and shamefully unpublicized violence committed against rape victims on and near campus? I am referring to the story that came out in the Huffington Post this week, regarding the student who was disciplined for a rape charge by merely being put on probation, entered into counseling, banned from university housing and made to write a reflection paper. If the university refuses to call rape by its name and instead uses the term “nonconsensual sex,” and if the university considers community service “too punitive” for a physical and psychological violation of another human being, how am I supposed to feel safe on this campus?


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Sep. 2nd, 2014 09:59 am
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It's a free country and all, but if you looked at, linked to, or posted the leaked photos of Jennifer Lawrence and other women, I am judging you, hard, and am really close to removing you from consideration for future interactions. I don't feel I need to explain why, but this article does a nice job. And this this Tumblr post sums it up even more succinctly:

If you say

"Don’t take a nude pic if you’re a famous woman and don’t want it leaked."

You're also saying

"Don’t wear a hoodie if you don’t want to be mistaken for a criminal and shot."
"Don’t get drunk at a party if you don’t want to be sexually assaulted."
"Don’t argue with a cop if you don’t want to get killed."
"Don’t walk home by yourself if you don’t want to get raped."

Victim blaming 101: Everyone should live in fear from ever doing anything.

To which I say


Today's Tumblr is Tuesday, September 2: Wings.

This was my first Labor Day Weekend spent at home in ten years. It was amazing and relaxing and wow do I not miss KCRF even one teensy little bit. I thought about writing up a post about it yesterday but then realized Oh fuck a bunch of that. I'm not out there? I'm not even gonna think about it! and it was wonderful.
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Got to kick another ignorant asshat to the curb on FB yesterday. Yay. So far, everyone whining about how I don't give men/cops/oppressors a fair shake and listen to their side of the story have all been white men. This is my surprised face.



Here are some of my favorites of his comments:

"Is it acceptable to call out anti-white racism too? Or is it strictly anti-black racism that needs attention?"



"Perhaps I am too far removed from the norm to see that racism and misogyny are encouraged...Maybe we should aim to have everyone say 'I'm not like that' and have it be true. Because there are, in fact, people who are not like that."



"...the leap to the argument that "(The Black Man) Has no rights which the white man is bound to respect." Is, thus far unsupported."



"Based on personal observation, I see far more prejudice and discrimination directed towards whites and americans, preemptively, than I do the other way around."



After nearly three days of this bullshit (no kidding--he kept this up for three goddamned days), and after he posted a "think of the poor cops" comment, I replied:

"X, you have crossed a line. You posted a "but please think of the cops" comment RIGHT UNDER someone who had a traumatic experience with police brutality. I am all for fair conversation, but you continue to fail to acknowledge (among other things) the fact that good cops are in the EXTREME minority and they are COMPLETELY failing to condemn the behavior of their comrades. Please feel free to not comment here anymore. Also feel free to chastise me for being closed-minded or participating in censorship. But the first amendment only protects you from the government telling you that you can't say something. It doesn't protect you from my telling you that you're acting like a jerk and to stop saying hurtful things in my presence. Also feel free to think less of me for not being open-minded to other points of view. That's fine. I cannot and will not engage in a friendly manner with someone who has such a disparate view on basic human rights. Don't bother responding. Please. Don't bother."

And then his truly epic flounce:

"No bother, but you've just shown why you are unlikely to succeed in affecting any positive change. You have my sympathy."



So that's one thing FB is good for. Helps me weed out the fucking assholes. Unfortunately, it also does nasty things to my blood pressure. I've been short-tempered and nasty lately. Sorry, [livejournal.com profile] mckitterick. I need to incorporate ways to remain engaged in politics and social change without it taking such a toll on my mental health. I tell people that in order to care for others we must first care for ourselves. Time to apply that to my own life.
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My Tumblr is FERGUSON FERGUSON FERGUSON WHAT THE FUCK FERGUSON right now (and let's not even talk about FB where I actually had someone I knew twenty years ago piping up to talk about PROPER USE OF TEAR GAS and LAWSUITS*), so I really need LJ to be something else for me today.

* Here is his entire comment: If the police use tear gas improperly, then they are liable. If it used properly, the mother can be charged with child endangerment. There is a middle ground where the mother is not liable and the police used it properly as well. Because, you know, throwing tear gas into a non-violent crowd that has families and children can TOTALLY BE "proper use."



Nerdfitness has a good article on how to get over your fear of going to the gym. There's a link in the story that takes you to this piece on how to be a good spotter which I'm linking here as well because this is good information for long-time gym folks who might not be inclined to read that first piece.

I walked this morning, and met up with [livejournal.com profile] sherwood21 who volunteered to be a motivator for me. Thank you, bb! I got there right at 6am and it was so dark. I'm not sure how much longer I'll be able to do this. I don't relish walking around a dark track. Pffffff. It was pretty cloudy this morning, though, so provided Wednesday and Friday are clear, I'll be able to better judge lighting conditions for the next week or so.

Also, you guys, I have what would be an embarrassing confession to make except for the fact that ho ho ho don't you wish it was so easy to embarrass me. I bought a vibration platform. I know. Right? But I saw on someone's LJ that she'd bought one and that a friend of hers tried it and had near-immediate improvement with her digestion.



I started to read a bit about them and found studies show that vibration platforms can assist with the improvement of circulatory problems and bone density protection. Hm! So [livejournal.com profile] mckitterick offered to buy me one and it arrived last week and you guys it is so weird and strangely enjoyable. I haven't noticed any immediate improvements, but we all know I'm slow to change.

So y'all locals, if you're over at the house and want to stand on it for a while, lemme know. It's a hoot.

And then there's this:



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The video of this poem wasn’t recorded or posted today. It wasn’t recorded this week. This recording of Javon Johnson’s poem was published just a few days shy of a year ago.

“It’s not about whether the shooter is racist. It’s about how poor black boys are treated as problems Well before we’re treated as people.”

And we stand here and shake our heads at those people screaming and raging at hundreds of years of hate and mistreatment. We mutter about how surely Michael Brown, Trayvon Martin, Eric Garner, Jordan Davis, how any and all of them surely did something to provoke the hostile response that brought about their deaths. We allow a dozen looters, a handful of people out of hundreds of protesters, to influence our sympathy toward an active outpouring of righteous anger and grief.

Shame on us. Shame on us and worse if we do not actively, loudly, and ceaselessly strive to change this hateful, evil, and racist system.

Do not say it’s not your fault. Do not say your family never owned slaves. Do not say you’re not a racist. Do not say anything that attempts to absolve you of guilt. Instead of defending yourself, defend those who are robbed of their voices and their lives. Speak up every time you hear someone—a friend, a relative, a co-worker—say something racist. Make it clear to everyone with whom you interact that you do not tolerate those comments, those jokes, those insidious remarks that marginalize and belittle people who are dying because of their skin color.

It’s trite, but true: If you aren’t part of the solution, you are part of the problem. You are the problem. You. Not the poor black boys in Mr. Johnson’s poem. You.
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My Tumblr dash is full of horrifying photos and tweets from Ferguson, MO.

I just wrote a long email to a (white, male) friend who yesterday posted on FB a comment about "well, but maybe he might have deserved (being shot)" and "these people who are rioting and looting are just acting like criminals."

I'm supposed to compile the packets for next week's GTA orientation.

All I want to do is burn shit down.

Update: Friend wrote back and agreed his words were problematic. So at least that is off my emotional plate.
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I assume people have heard about the Ferguson, MO shooting? I'm not going to link to any articles, because so far I can't find a single one that first addresses the fact that cops shot an unarmed kid. Every single news article I can find online leads with the looting and the rioting and look at these horrible black people and oh dear injured police officers. Just fuck that. FUCK THAT. The wretched media monsters need to open the story with the fact that a young man was just robbed of his life. But no. What is most important is that businesses are being harmed and two officers have been injured.



A couple weeks ago, I dropped my plastic sippy cup at the office. Having an open container of liquid next to me at my desk is a hazard (an open container of liquid next to me at any location is a hazard), so I needed to replace it*, but I've been doing my best to avoid using plastics as food/drink storage. Even BPA-free stuff isn't really in the clear, IMO. So I plunked down the money for this little setup. What with purchasing the mason jar, lid-and-straw pack, and the pack of lids-with-rings, it came out to be about three times as expensive as a basic plastic sippy cup. Even more than the loads I dough I drop on supplements and specialty doctor visits, it's the little expenditures like this that remind me of the privilege of wealth. I'm grateful to have the resources to do what I can for my health.

Which, speaking of, I had some blood drawn this morning for a six-week-later analysis of the tweak Dr. Khosh made to my thyroid tincture and another full female hormone panel. I'm curious to see if the new testosterone supplement made enough of a difference to switch permanently because it is expensive. Hell, they're all expensive--I'm currently on supplements for regulating estrogen, progesterone, testosterone, cortisol, and my thyroid, plus the stuff I use to help me stay asleep at night--so knocking the price of one bottle down even $10/month is helpful.

* The fact that I broke my sippy cup by knocking it to the floor while it was half-full of water is sufficient information about the necessity of lidded beverage containers, I think.
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I want to print this New Republic article on fabric, make it into a dress and wear it every day for the rest of my life.

This essay is depressing, though. "Things aren’t getting better for women on the Internet; they’re deteriorating, and ignoring the problem amounts to being complicit in it."

On the other hand, it's Friday. So yay. I didn't have any bad dreams last night. I slept well. I made it to the gym this morning where I did not injure myself (or anyone else).

I completed nearly all of my food prep for SDCC last night (meatballs, salmon cakes, and banana/almond flour pancakes--all of which freeze and travel well). The jerky has been marinading since Tuesday. I'll dry it Sunday. I'm set for protein for the trip! I also made myself a new pair of bloomers to wear for PJ bottoms.

While I was running errands (new water bottle, my own package of A shirts so I don't have to steal [livejournal.com profile] mckitterick's for sleeping in, memory card for the GoPro), I picked up a container of this curl lotion. God damn it is amazing. It encourages curl without being stiff (like a lot of curl lotions), nor does it get flaky/chalky (like mousse). Also, it smells delicious. I have no idea why I never thought to look in the African-American hair aisle for curl lotions. I'm throwing out my other curl products when I get home tonight.

Five more hours until the weekend. I'm giving myself tonight off to just hang and enjoy [livejournal.com profile] mckitterick's company. Then tomorrow morning I hit the ground running and don't really stop until I leave for San Diego. Latenight Callers show, KC errands, grocery shopping and food prep for [livejournal.com profile] mckitterick's week in my absence, two going-away parties for grad students, training session, henna, laundry, and then it's Monday.

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Article one: Why so many kids can’t sit still in school today

Article two: Men prefer pain to being alone with their thoughts

GOSH I WONDER IF THESE THINGS MIGHT BE RELATED. I don't mean that there's a direct causation, but I do think that not letting children play alone is incredibly damaging to our species. I've brought this up before, and had a great link to an NPR story about it, but that was years ago. Basically, the study showed that children who were not given alone play time, and instead were ushered from activity to playdate, did not develop a sense of personal responsibility like children who were left to play alone or with other children under no adult supervision. And that window for learning that internalized sense of responsibility does not re-open easily, if at all. Terrifying.

Here's something a little lighter. It's Vimeo, not YouTube, so you might have to click the square to get anything to show up. How to film comedy. Not just how to film a bunch of people being funny, but how to use the medium of film to actually show comedy.
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Y'all, I am so tired and my innards are all fucked up and I leave for Atlanta in twenty hours and uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh.

The tiredness is due to early morning thunderstorms because otherwise I've been sleeping really well thanks to resuming the progesterone treatment. The fucked up innards are due to resuming the progesterone treatment. I'm having out-of-cycle spotting and minor menstrual cramping a week after my period ended again. Right on schedule, same as last time. So it looks like I have the choice of sleeping and spotting/cramping or exhaustion and a regular cycle.



I shipped my progesterone tincture to the hotel (along with a dozen cans of sardines and other food) but now I'm thinking I won't take it because god knows I won't be sleeping regularly at the con, anyway.

Also, this morning I clocked myself on the jaw with my umbrella handle (don't ask) and now I have a bit of a goose egg just to the left of my chin. Awesome. I can't wait for it to start to discolor. It'll be kind of cool for the bare-bones Sebastienne Moran cosplay I was convinced to pack and will be wearing on Saturday, but otherwise it's stupid and annoying.

In the OH FUCK NO column, we have this little gem that I found on Tumblr today.



From the original post: These cute metal creatures aren’t simply minimal modern sculptures. They’re an awesome series of CCTV cameras created by Italian designer Eleanor Trevisanutto to look like perching animals - squirrels, birds, lizards and insects. They were designed for Parson, an Italian company working to make electronic surveillance less obtrusive and more stylish.

My response: An Italian company working to make electronic surveillance less obtrusive and more stylish. Electronic surveillance. Less obtrusive. More stylish. DOUBLE PLUS UNGOOD, Y’ALL. Double plus fucking ungood.

ETA: Oh oh oh! I almost forgot. I got a gel/shellac manicure yesterday and while I'm happy with the color, I am not happy with the execution. The color is slightly streaky and the nail on the middle finger of my left hand is slightly cloudy and bulged due to the top coat being applied unevenly. Of course I couldn't tell this in the lighting of the salon, but once I was driving in the car it was really obvious. I turned the car around and went back, but the nail tech was already in a session with another client and couldn't fix it (I guess she was the only nail tech working? I don't know). This is the third unsatisfactory salon service in a row I've had a Beauty Brands. I shan't be going back for anything except product purchases. Very disappointing, because their employees used to be really good.
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Y'all, I am so tired and my innards are all fucked up and I leave for Atlanta in twenty hours and uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh.

The tiredness is due to early morning thunderstorms because otherwise I've been sleeping really well thanks to resuming the progesterone treatment. The fucked up innards are due to resuming the progesterone treatment. I'm having out-of-cycle spotting and minor menstrual cramping a week after my period ended again. Right on schedule, same as last time. So it looks like I have the choice of sleeping and spotting/cramping or exhaustion and a regular cycle.



I shipped my progesterone tincture to the hotel (along with a dozen cans of sardines and other food) but now I'm thinking I won't take it because god knows I won't be sleeping regularly at the con, anyway.

Also, this morning I clocked myself on the jaw with my umbrella handle (don't ask) and now I have a bit of a goose egg just to the left of my chin. Awesome. I can't wait for it to start to discolor. It'll be kind of cool for the bare-bones Sebastienne Moran cosplay I was convinced to pack and will be wearing on Saturday, but otherwise it's stupid and annoying.

In the OH FUCK NO column, we have this little gem that I found on Tumblr today.



From the original post: These cute metal creatures aren’t simply minimal modern sculptures. They’re an awesome series of CCTV cameras created by Italian designer Eleanor Trevisanutto to look like perching animals - squirrels, birds, lizards and insects. They were designed for Parson, an Italian company working to make electronic surveillance less obtrusive and more stylish.

My response: An Italian company working to make electronic surveillance less obtrusive and more stylish. Electronic surveillance. Less obtrusive. More stylish. DOUBLE PLUS UNGOOD, Y’ALL. Double plus fucking ungood.

ETA: Oh oh oh! I almost forgot. I got a gel/shellac manicure yesterday and while I'm happy with the color, I am not happy with the execution. The color is slightly streaky and the nail on the middle finger of my left hand is slightly cloudy and bulged due to the top coat being applied unevenly. Of course I couldn't tell this in the lighting of the salon, but once I was driving in the car it was really obvious. I turned the car around and went back, but the nail tech was already in a session with another client and couldn't fix it (I guess she was the only nail tech working? I don't know). This is the third unsatisfactory salon service in a row I've had a Beauty Brands. I shan't be going back for anything except product purchases. Very disappointing, because their employees used to be really good.
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Hey, it's Friday the 13th! So here's something horrible and frightening for you.



I woke this morning with a sore throat. FANTASTIC. I hope it's just the dry air but I'll be purchasing a new neti pot this weekend. The neti pot will help with dry sinuses, too, so win/win.

My little "check-out" episodes at last week's hypnotherapy were not a one-time thing. During last night's session I checked out for what felt like a long time. Long enough that I came to consciousness while she was talking and I had no idea what she was talking about until I could put it into context with the next thing she said. I am a deep sleeper, but I have a very difficult time falling asleep with background noise (ask [livejournal.com profile] mckitterick or any of his friends whom I've had to aggressively shush when they hang out late at our house). Also, my body clock doesn't allow me to fall asleep between 4pm and 9pm unless I'm very ill. So the fact that my brain clicked off for I don't know how long (couldn't have been more than a few minutes) is very unusual. When the session was over, I mentioned this to Jennifer and she assured me that I never stopped responding. So either I was responding while unconscious or I blanked out in the middle of one of her sentences and regained awareness before she stopped speaking. Very interesting.

And yes, I am fully aware of the humor inherent in posting about hypnotism and Carl Sagan at the same time.

There is so much to do this weekend. I have no idea if I can fit it all in. I want to collage my 2014 planner since I didn't get a chance to do that over Thanksgiving weekend. I want to sew a party skirt for the department holiday party on Sunday since I've outgrown my other party clothes. I want to go see the new Hobbit since Martin Freeman. And of course there's all the usual weekend stuff: laundry, groceries, cooking for the week, meeting with Andrew...and then the party on Sunday evening which I really don't feel like attending but must attend because I put something in the auction to raise money for the English grad student organization and I need to be there in case people have questions about it. Le Sigh

In other news, it was crazy slick outside this morning. I had to walk in the grass all the way up to campus. And where there was no grass (crossing the street or driveways) I had to do my little old lady shuffle. It was warm enough that I wore my light coat, but the roads and sidewalks were dangerously icy. STUPID WEATHER.

I hope I don't fall on my ass trying to get to the gym tonight.
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Hey, it's Friday the 13th! So here's something horrible and frightening for you.



I woke this morning with a sore throat. FANTASTIC. I hope it's just the dry air but I'll be purchasing a new neti pot this weekend. The neti pot will help with dry sinuses, too, so win/win.

My little "check-out" episodes at last week's hypnotherapy were not a one-time thing. During last night's session I checked out for what felt like a long time. Long enough that I came to consciousness while she was talking and I had no idea what she was talking about until I could put it into context with the next thing she said. I am a deep sleeper, but I have a very difficult time falling asleep with background noise (ask [personal profile] mckitterick or any of his friends whom I've had to aggressively shush when they hang out late at our house). Also, my body clock doesn't allow me to fall asleep between 4pm and 9pm unless I'm very ill. So the fact that my brain clicked off for I don't know how long (couldn't have been more than a few minutes) is very unusual. When the session was over, I mentioned this to Jennifer and she assured me that I never stopped responding. So either I was responding while unconscious or I blanked out in the middle of one of her sentences and regained awareness before she stopped speaking. Very interesting.

And yes, I am fully aware of the humor inherent in posting about hypnotism and Carl Sagan at the same time.

There is so much to do this weekend. I have no idea if I can fit it all in. I want to collage my 2014 planner since I didn't get a chance to do that over Thanksgiving weekend. I want to sew a party skirt for the department holiday party on Sunday since I've outgrown my other party clothes. I want to go see the new Hobbit since Martin Freeman. And of course there's all the usual weekend stuff: laundry, groceries, cooking for the week, meeting with Andrew...and then the party on Sunday evening which I really don't feel like attending but must attend because I put something in the auction to raise money for the English grad student organization and I need to be there in case people have questions about it. Le Sigh

In other news, it was crazy slick outside this morning. I had to walk in the grass all the way up to campus. And where there was no grass (crossing the street or driveways) I had to do my little old lady shuffle. It was warm enough that I wore my light coat, but the roads and sidewalks were dangerously icy. STUPID WEATHER.

I hope I don't fall on my ass trying to get to the gym tonight.
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Today's Tumblr collection is Tuesday, October 1: Smoking, part...four, maybe?

In other news,


This weekend was not great. I was cramping pretty bad all day Saturday. Felt better on Sunday, but started to get a headache mid-afternoon. So glad I was able to get through the show okay, although I felt like my performance was crappy.

Around 6pm the pain started to blossom into a sinus migraine and by 8pm I was down for the count. I couldn't walk straight or open my eyes all the way. I was able to fall asleep (thankfully) and woke on Monday feeling better. Once I started to move around, though, the headache started to return. I spent the rest of the day with what can only be described as a migraine hangover. Today is much better, but I am completely exhausted and I can still feel something sneaking around in the back of my head.

Not awesome.
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This. Is. Amazing. A personal trainer fakes his own before/after shots. BRILLIANT.

Not so brilliant:



Members of Raghsidad performed a belly dance and cheerleading routine called "Kinetic Infusion" during the opening night party for the Fringe Festival at Spencer Theatre, UMKC Performing Arts Center, on Thursday, July 18, 2013 in Kansas City, Missouri. The Fringe Festival, which features theater, dance, music, burlesque, film, spoken word, visual art and fashion continues through July 28. Go to kcfringe.org for more information on show times and locations.

WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK.

I ... guess? ... I shouldn't disparage this without having actually seen the number, but... I. just. can't. I can't. Cheerleading is a sport. I have a lot of respect for people who can do that crazy ass gymnastic cheer stuff. But it is not dance. IT IS A SPORT. Why pull random shit together with bellydance and call it FUSION? I hate it. HATE IT. Thanks(?) to [personal profile] redheadfae for the heads up.

I found out yesterday that these things exist. Japanese Flying Squirrels. Yes. Leave it to Japan to make something already cute even fucking cuter. I mean Come on. JEEEEZUS.

Fellow lovers of action/shoot-em-up flicks and badass women, Check. This. Shit. Out. Yo. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAT.



Crypticon Costume Update: Last night I finished sewing the dress for Dead Girl and did a bit of work distressing it. It was weird to intentionally fuck up a garment not five minutes after finishing it.

I now have oil stains under the armpits and down the back for sweat, and I rubbed more oil on my thighs for stains where she has wiped her hands down her legs during chores, etc. [personal profile] mckitterick and I had an amusing time trying to tear the dress off me to make believable rips (one at the right shoulder, one at the left back), and I took a wire brush to various wear spots (collar, hem, shoulders, front bodice). I still want to get some dirt stains on the skirt but the dirt in our yard is too hard and dry. I also want to get a bloody handprint on the the front hem of the skirt (as if a man tried to grab her skirt from, oh, say, a pit in which she was trying to burn him), but I need to do some research on how to make a fake dried blood stain. Fake blood will stay red and that's no good. I want that ugly, rusty brown color.

A million thanks to [personal profile] orrin for finding information on how to create fake rope burns. Tonight or tomorrow I'll build her arm scar (it'll be a prosthetic, held on with spirit gum, so I can reuse it instead of rebuilding the scar every time). This weekend I want to get a photo of the test run of the full costume, in makeup. Then I can start building the character (a random, unnamed extra that I'm calling Pit Girl) from his other book. Pit Girl will be easier to dress than Dead Girl, since I don't have to actually sew her outfit, But she needs a lot of little fiddly things--charms, tattoos, accessories--that'll take some time to collect. Basically, in my head she looks like Occult Magic Practitioner Goes to Burning Man. She should be a lot of fun to build.

And finally:


FUCK. YES.

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