Happy 2015

Jan. 1st, 2015 07:52 am
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Here's hoping anyway, right?

Two besties came over last night. We ate, chat, and polished off a couple bottles that had gotten lost in the wine collection and were, miraculously, still good. I was pleased and relieved since one of them was a $40 bottle of Pineau des Charentes. We planned to watch a movie but, as often happens when we get together, spent five hours talking instead. The were gone by 10:45 and I was in bed and asleep by 11:15. Ahhhh.

New Year's resolutions were never my thing, although I think they're great when people use them as a tool to improve their lives. If you're making resolutions this year, I wish you all the best! And also, I'm nosy, so feel free to share them in the comments.

I suppose I can consider my Intentional Movement program a new resolution that I got a head-start on it last week.

Recently I've been incorporating a new style aesthetic into my wardrobe. It's a sort of post-apocalyptic look, but wearable. A little more thrift store punk and less Burning Man. In my head I think of it as "delicately grim." I made a Pinterest account to track ideas for it if you're curious. Because of that, I've been pondering another 365 photo project: taking a photo of my outfit every day. I'm worried I'll be exhausted of that by March, though. Maybe I can aim for three outfit photos a week or something? It would certainly motivate me to be more imaginative and daring with my combos. I'm always inspired by [livejournal.com profile] splix's fashion choices and combinations. It looks fun, but I don't have that varied of a wardrobe. Well, I can at least try it for a couple months and if I'm not enjoying it, nobody is going to force me to continue. One side benefit would be that the only appropriate mirror for such self-portraits is the one in my sewing room and taking a photo in there every day would certainly cause me to keep it a bit tidier.

In other news, the due South Sekrit Santa creators were revealed yesterday, so I can post a link to the piece I did for it this year: A Second Chance. I'm really pleased with this one. It used up the last of my maps of Chicago, though, and my last atlas entry for Canada. So if I'm going to continue doing these, I gotta go buy some more paper Chicago and Canada maps, which ugh. Not that they're expensive, but it seems ridiculous to buy new ephemera for my collages instead of finding them at the library book sale or thrift stores. I guess if anyone has old maps of either that they'd like to send me? The older the better, actually. Not like I have to worry about updated roads and such.

A list of all the works for the challenge are here.

Anyway. Happy New Year! I certainly wish a happy year on all of you still here and reading. I know at least a few people keep up with me here who don't even have LJ accounts so can't comment (hi, E-Dub!) and it's nice to know that I'm not shouting into a void. LJ is getting smaller and less active all the time. I know it's going to stop being a viable community eventually, but I'm sure I'll be one of the last hold-outs and I appreciate all of you who are also sticking around to the very end. Big, sexy kisses to you all.

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This article explains why I don't eat or drink anything with soy lecithin even though most people (a former health care practitioner included) say it's okay, even with my soy allergy, because it was "so highly processed the body doesn't recognize it as soy." Frankly, that explanation of why it was supposedly safe did a lot to convince me not to eat it.

I'm sure everyone is sick to tears of the whole Miley Cyrus/VMA awards debacle, but most people are talking about the problematic sexuality issues. I'm of the opinion that the larger issue here is one of racism. This article addresses it well, and in particular this part struck me on a personal level:

It's not that we can't share. It's that until such time as black people are not ridiculed and debased for the styles and music and lifestyle that they create, live and breathe, hands off. Until such time as black fashion, art and music can become mainstream without having to be passed through a white filter, hands off.

Until such time as being black is no longer seen as something less than, hands off. That's it.


In light of those very true words, I'm giving up on learning to twerk. I know this sounds like a joke, but really it's not. I honestly think it looks like a lot of fun and I'd love to learn to do it, even if I never actually did it in public, but now...no. Sorry, [profile] aprilstarchild.

Check out my new Out to Lunch sign for the office.

The graduate student from Korea returned from her visit home with some presents for me: actual CDs for Psy (Psyfive and Psy from the Psycho World) and 2NE1's first full-length album.

Fuck Yeah


I can't wait to get home and listen to these in full quality on our home system!



Speaking of people giving things to me, [profile] tessagratton gifted me with this Tumblr post yesterday. I laughed until my face hurt. She promised to do this for me since she'll probably outlive me. [personal profile] mckitterick suggested putting it on my tombstone, too, only with a slight change to say "this place" instead of "this park" and I think it should also include an engraving of the planet Earth just to hammer home the message. YES.

Also seen/reblogged on Tumblr:
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WHAAAAAAT. I don’t follow professional baseball anymore since the Actions Of Certain Players have broken my heart too many times. But FUCK I still love the game. This gif captures some what I love. The physical grace of it, the amazing feats that I just don’t see (or appreciate) in other sports, and the camaraderie between players—even those on opposing teams. I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU, BASEBALL. Even when players let me down, I will always love The Game.
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Yesterday didn't turn out to be quite as restful as I'd planned. But I was able to help out a friend and the whole experience was certainly educational. As a result though, I was fucking wiped out by the end of the day and preemptively called in sick to work for today. Which meant my body didn't feel the need to wake me up at 6am. Which meant I slept straight through the night, not even getting up to pee, from 10pm to 8:30am.

AMAZING.

Today's Tuesday, so you know what that means: Tuesday, July 16: Due South, part three. There is a lot more meta in this collection, so you know. If you missed/want the earlier editions, Part Two is here and Part One is here.

And now I'm gonna go eat breakfast.
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Let's get the serious stuff out of the way first:
Shit's still going down in Texas, y'all. A pro-choice advocate was removed by state troopers during her testimony because one of the legislators on the committee didn't like what she was saying.


Article about the incident here. Warning: The video made my blood pressure go up. Just so you know.

Check out Joan Jett's leather jacket, on display in what I assume is a rock and roll museum. Look at her buttons.



*whew*

OK.

Last night I managed to get my Etsy shop up and running! Use code "acleverfan" to get 10% off through the end of the month.

Big thank yous to [profile] stuology for her photography, [profile] msmitti for modeling, [profile] radiantmephit for hosting the photoshoot, and especially to [profile] miischelle for modeling as well as her invaluable assistance, advice, and support through the whole process. It wouldn't have happened without you, bb.

Tonight I'm catching an early show at the Replay. Michael Buck is opening and I'll be leaving after he finishes. So if you want to catch some good tunes and a quick drink before it even gets dark tonight, meet me there. It's supposed to start at 6pm, but it's Replay, so... I'll be there at 6pm to get a table, anyway.

Tomorrow is my session with Andrew where I will not be doing anything resembling a metcon, and then an afternoon matinee of Pacific Rim.

Sunday I drive to Olathe to meet with [profile] sdemory and [personal profile] orrin to hash out details for the booth at Crypticon where I'll be serving as Demory's booth girl, cosplaying Dead Girl, a character from this story.

Somewhere in between all of that I want to finish cleaning the floor of the Chevelle, get the pieces cut for Dead Girl's clothes (I'm making her a dress and 30's styled undies), do laundry, and prep food for the following week. Pretty sure that's all entirely do-able as long as I don't let myself get caught on the couch with my computer open to AO3 or have another fatigue episode.

WHICH, speaking of, I feel pretty good today! Only took a week to get over that fucking baby metcon from last Saturday! Wooo!
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Up late with friends two nights in a row. DID I LEARN NOTHING LAST WEEKEND? Apparently not.



As soon as I pay my credit card bill this month, I'll be donating a bit of money to Mashrou Leila's fundraiser for their new album. This band is SO AMAZING, people. I wish I had the extra scratch lying around to qualify for the donation tier that gives the three-CD-and-a-tee-shirt reward. It occurs to me that if I would get off my ass and get my Etsy shop started, I might have the money for that. God, I just hate dealing with shit like that. I'm fine with making the product, mailing the product, etc., but I despise the process of putting the actual stuff online, describing it, filling in the shipping costs info, blah blah blah. WTF, self. Get to it, already. Jesus.

I am slowly ridding the refrigerator and cabinet of FODMAP stuff. Next week I'll be able to conform to Whole9's FODMAP shopping list without wasting food already on hand. I'll give that a month and see if it helps with the abdominal swelling issues.

Yesterday was my appointment with Dr. Khosh. Unfortunately, my thyroid results still weren't in, which was annoying but oh well. We talked about my improved energy levels now that I'm back on the Adrenal Cortex supplement and how the diuretic tincture he gave me might be helping with the swelling since I'm only suffering intense swelling episodes (defined as my stomach sticking out farther than my boobs) one or two days a week instead of every day. He also did an acupuncture treatment on me, and unless I see zero or negative results, I'll continue seeing him on a monthly basis for acupuncture since Kiva is gone. Once he had all the needles in me (and holy crap he put a lot of needles in--I didn't count, but probably close to twenty) he stuck two adhesive pads on my abdomen, right to either side of my navel, and hooked me up to a contraption that's basically a TENS unit and let that work its magic while the needles settled. That was kind of cool. And tickly. The needles he uses are teeny tiny things that I hardly felt at all. He even put a couple in the bottoms of my feet, and yeah, they were a little startling when they went in, but once they were in, it was no biggie. Those must be some crazy fine needles.

Last night we had three-quarters of The Latenight Callers over for drinks (hence the late but totally-worth-it evening) and were gifted with a copy of their new album. It's half new stuff and half re-recordings of some of the tracks from their previous two EPs. GOOD STUFF, FOLKS. Check them out, go see them live, buy their music.

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My goodness I've had a lazy holiday weekend. Much of that was due to the knee still feeling a bit wonky on Saturday, so I spent all day just lying around the house and eating.

Sunday I did get several pairs of bloomers made (nine pairs!) and nearly ran myself out of lace. I've got just enough to fill a special order for [livejournal.com profile] stuology for being my photographer. I won't order more until I see how the shop does. For those who might have missed last night's post, I decided to go with something simple and easy to remember, if not terribly clever: bloomershop. Frankly, I was amazed it was still available. So, Etsy shop coming soon!

Today is a day spent with an old friend whom I haven't seen in years (years! crazy!) and then this afternoon outside in a park with a group of friends I haven't hung out with all together in years (years! crazy!). There will be children (hence the need for outdoors and park), so that'll be interesting.



I must remember to bring bug spray.

Amy'll be here in an hour, so I'd best go make my breakfast.

Fortunately for you all, I already prepped a Tumblr collection for today. Tuesday, May 28: Aliens and Predators.

Complicit

Oct. 28th, 2012 10:10 am
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Two nights in a row of not enough sleep. Not cool. Lovely times with friends, though. I'm enjoying it (and the wine) while I can.

I put this up on my Tumblr, but I'm posting it here, too:

I wish my moderate Republican friends would simply be honest.
They all say they’re voting for Romney because of his economic
policies (tenuous and ill-formed as they are), and that they
disagree with him on gay rights. Fine. Then look me in the eye,
speak with a level clear voice, and say, “My taxes and take-home
pay mean more than your fundamental civil rights, the sanctity
of your marriage, your right to visit an ailing spouse in the
hospital, your dignity as a citizen of this country, your
healthcare, your right to inherit, the mental welfare and emotional
well-being of your youth, and your very personhood.” It’s like
voting for George Wallace during the Civil Rights movements, and
apologizing for his racism. You’re still complicit. You’re still
perpetuating anti-gay legislation and cultural homophobia. You
don’t get to walk away clean, because you say you “disagree” with
your candidate on these issues.

- Doug Wright, Pulitzer and Tony Award winning playwright

Tonight is the second dance class with [livejournal.com profile] msmitti. I should probably try to get in a nap or things might go worse than last week. In fact, I think I could fall asleep right now.
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Today's Tumblr collection: Tuesday, October 9, 2012 Reasons to Watch 21 Jump Street.

Go read this review of a vibrator (all text, so fairly SFW).

My weekend was packed and I ran myself a little ragged. Paying for it today. Next weekend isn't going to be any lighter, but once KCRF is over, my schedule is pretty easy for the rest of the year. Starting October 15, I'm making an effort to avoid scheduling more than one late-night activity per week.

The wedding on Sunday was lovely (read: the shortest ceremony I've ever witnessed, with super cool vows) and the reception was fantastic (open bar, a guy hand-rolling cigars, good social time). We got home a lot later than I anticipated, though (who expects to stay at a wedding reception for five-plus hours?), and Monday was COLUMBUS DAY so it was my traditional day to hang with [livejournal.com profile] tessagratton and [livejournal.com profile] nataliesee at faire. [livejournal.com profile] radiantmephit was able to join us again this year and we had loads of fun.

But now I am tired, my lungs hate me (holy crap I smoked a lot the past two days), and I keep getting minor nosebleeds from breathing all the dry and dusty air.
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First off,

[livejournal.com profile] tama_grey is awesome.


She drove to Lawrence last night to bring me a made-for-belly-dancers body stocking, which will allow me to eat today so I don't have to fast until 11:00pm which is when I'll get home from tonight's Smoker promo in KC. Baby, you rock.

Wednesday's fasting test was informative, if not exactly helpful in regards to my ability to eat the day of a show. I finished my breakfast at 9am, fasted for the rest of the day (not even allowing lemon juice in my water), and I was still up an inch around my waist and a tad over two inches at my navel from my pre-breakfast measurements when I re-measured at 8pm. Apparently I need time and sleep for the swelling to go down. This reinforces my cortisol/adrenal issues theory. I need the significant decrease in cortisol levels that sleep provides for the swelling to completely disappear.

Kiva told me last night at acupuncture that she's still unhappy with the quality of my adrenals/kidney lines. She said she couldn't tell me what not to do, but she strongly discouraged me from returning to Crossfit until KCRF is over. Maybe even wait another month or so.

I see Dr. Khosh again on November 19. I'm going to ask to have my cortisol levels tested again, to see how the four-plus months of being on the adrenal supplements are helping. I can tell a difference within a week of not taking them, that's for sure. My energy levels are even worse, and I have a tendency to veer into depression. But it will be helpful to see some numbers.

I want to go back to Crossfit, but I don't want to do it at the expense of my general health. This is me, not being angry at my body, or asking it to do things that will prevent it from eventually being better! GOLD STAR FOR ME.

*sigh*

Perhaps I'll enroll in an actual yoga class once KCRF is over. Yoga Center of Lawrence has a Level 1 9am Saturday class that starts October 27. There's also a 5:45 Thursday class for Levels 1 & 2, so I could go to that right after acupuncture. I'll talk to Kiva about her thoughts regarding a class immediately after a session.

Mash-up fans: Titus Jones has a new album. I'll be checking it out today.

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Locals: The Amphitheater Previously Known As Sandstone has another Saturday concert, but at least it's not an all-day music fest. The show starts at 7pm, so Smoker will be well over by the time it starts. Good thing. The bands? Motley Crue, AC/DC, and Poison. I'm pretty sure this means that P Gate will be closed (again), so plan accordingly if you need to be on site Saturday.

I went to CrossFit this morning and felt pretty okay for most of it. The warm-up was kinda fun--a wheelbarrow with partner across the gym, switch positions to return, then five burpees, repeat for a total of three times. I was mostly okay with the wheelbarrow once my partner was instructed to hold my legs closer to the knee than the ankles because I don't have enough strength to keep my back from sagging (ouchie on the low back, there). She let go sooner than I expected on one round, though, and I fell hard enough to take the skin off my right knee. For skills, we did push presses (which I rock at, technique-wise, even if I can't actually lift very much weight) and deadlifts. And, okay, deadlifts are not my best thing, but they're better than overhead squats where I fall back onto my ass with some regularity. So I was feeling pretty good about those, and the WOD wasn't too terrible because it did not involve running. Five rounds for time:
5 Hand Stand Push Ups (I did this nifty prep for HSPUs)
10 Pull-ups
15 Knee-to-Elbows (I worked on just getting my hips to 90 degrees)
20 Kettlebell Swings
25 Squats

I finished in 25:01, which was pretty slow, but I was taking breathers to avoid a coughing fit (yeah, I'm still coughing) and just taking it easy in general because, you know, MY BODY. I felt tired, not wiped out--which was good. But my ears felt like they were stopped up and they were ringing like crazy. That was new. And not cool.

Luckily, I had acupuncture this morning, so I told Kiva about it because (an hour and a half later) they didn't feel much better. After hearing about my respiratory infection and hives and a super miserable three-day weekend at KCRF and that I still went to CrossFit twice this week, she looked at me like this:



Apparently ringing and pressure in the ears is a sign that your kidneys are stressed like whoa, which means there is a good chance (in my case, it's about a 99.999% chance) that the adrenals are pretty much shot to fuck. So she did a lot of work on my kidney and spleen lines in hopes of getting some relief to my adrenal glands before they completely give up on me. Again. She also told me that for the next week, the most I should be exerting myself is walks and yoga. No lifting. No heavy exertion. Nothing that winds me, makes me break a sweat, or causes muscle fatigue.



Obviously I'm not going to be able to adhere to that for Saturday's Smoker, but I'm looking at a return date to CrossFit delayed until September 24.



Yesterday afternoon, I had a good and helpful email exchange with a friend who has similar thyroid and adrenal problems. I asked her the same question about finding an internal motivator for not hating my body and she had some great advice. I want to make a whole post about it, though, so it's going to have to wait for tomorrow.

In the meantime:
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I would ask "D'you think there's slashfic out there yet?" But I think we all know the answer to that.

From BBC Two's production The Hollow Crown

Out with friends last night, one of whom was visiting from St. Louis. I actually closed down the bar. Yes I did. Craziness. Fell into bed around 2:30 and still woke up at 7:00 this morning. *sigh* Worth it, though!

Last week's goals:
Practice some dance Check

Start on the new costume Fail

Budget time wisely Check

The third one took precedence over the second one, and to be honest I ran out of steam by Thursday. What with the Campbell Conference the weekend prior, I hadn't had a day of rest for nearly two weeks. Apparently my brain and body really need rest days because I was just dead by Thursday afternoon. This wasn't helped by the fact that sometimes, when I reach that level of exhaustion, it's hard for me to sleep. This is why it takes me weeks to get past my insomnia issues, when they pop up. It's a nasty cycle. I wonder if this is a cortisol issue--perhaps I should mention that to Dr. Khosh. BTW, I didn't get my nap yesterday. Tried and failed. So I'm working on about ten hours of sleep since Friday. Yay. Really hope this doesn't trigger another insomnia bout like I had this spring. Man, that sucked.

I found out that CrossFit Lawrence has changed their WOD hours and they have a 6:00am one now. If I went to that, I could still make it home in time to shower (quickly) and make it to work by 8:00am. But if I'm not sleeping...that's not going to work so well.

I'm not sure what to set for this week's goals. Maybe I should shoot for practical, one-shot things this week. So let's say:

Stop by Star Struck Clothing to see if any of my bloomers have sold.

Scrub the downstairs shower because it's seriously due.

Give double-unders another go just once before the weekend.

That'll do.
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Over half-way over, actually. JFC.

I think I might be getting depressed again. In an attempt to counteract that with some adrenaline tonight, I'm doing this at home:

Double-under practice, followed by 100 single jumps for warm-up

WOD:
50 air squats
40 mountain climbers
30 situps
20 push-ups
10 sprawls

I got another bill from Peak Performance (my useless physical therapist's office) for another $54 for a visit back in January. I'm still $277 behind in payments, and can only afford to pay one $50 payment a month right now. If this keeps up, I'll never get this thing paid off.

Happy-making: I got to see [livejournal.com profile] theoneinblue who was in town for a couple hours. Afterward, I checked Half-Price Books clearance CD rack last night and found three CDs by The Killers. So yay for seeing good friends and picking up some new music.

Going up

Jun. 26th, 2012 09:55 am
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I give you to, my darlings, this staggeringly hot photograph that is still safe for work. Check it. UNF. Thank you, [livejournal.com profile] pennswoods for brightening my morning with your Tumblr post. XOXO

Something else that cheered me up: someone made a fanvid of the Avengers cast. Not an Avengers movie fanfid or a slashvid. No. No, this is just a vid of clips and stills of the cast. On the red carpet, in interviews, Scarlett getting her star on the Walk of Fame, etc. There are people out there even more crazy obsessed crazily obsessed than I am. This makes me feel better. And no, never you mind how many times I watched it. Hmph.



Last night I had a faboo time chatting it up with [livejournal.com profile] belluthien and L since they were in town for some college-related type stuff. Good company and loud music = Good Times!

Tonight it's dance drilling with [livejournal.com profile] msmitti. If I want to make my goal of three workouts this week, I need to squeeze in some exercise before she comes over. I might practice my double-unders, too! In fact, maybe I'll try that "Annie" warm-up from June 11. 50-40-30-20-10 double-unders and sit-ups. If I have time, I might even try the WOD from that day: 30 Burpees, 30 Pull-ups, 30 Squats, 30 Dips. I can do all that with stuff we have at home.
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First off, a huge Thank-You shout out to [livejournal.com profile] tama_grey who bought me a lovely piece of art and those crying Pluto place mats I mentioned ages ago! LOVE LOVE LOVE!

I'm a stickler for proper language use, but what is proper varies with circumstance, location, and audience. Please see this language of Tumblr starter guide if you're puzzled by how people interact in that medium.

I la-la-la-love makeup and I take advantage of the slightest occasion to do it all up dramatic and shit. Check out this image of how something as simple as eyeliner use and placement can completely change the look of one's eyes. And because, you know, I'm still obsessed with Avengers, have some Avengers eyeshadow designs. Really wish I could find this in a larger file. I'd like to see the details on some of these, especially Iron Man, Black Widow, and Hulk.

Oh, I forgot to mention, I have a new favorite Tumblr. Conversations in Marvel. The ones that got me hooked were, of course, Sleipnir reference one and Sleipnir reference two.
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I'm soliciting advice on how to remove a set-in red wine stain from a white dress shirt. My standard "spray on a hell of a lot of Resolve and launder" didn't quite cut it. Please feel free to offer suggestions in the comments. Note: I did not run it through the dryer, so there's that.

Here's an Avengers gif that I loved enough to reblog on my Tumblr. I'll have another Tumblr collection up this week. I'm sure you've all been waiting on tenterhooks for that.

Tumblr ate my day yesterday and it was awesome. I did get the laundry done, but the housecleaning? HA HA HA. I didn't even my suitcase completely unpacked. It's still lying open on the downstairs floor with my shoes, belts, iPod speaker, handcuffs, and some other miscellany waiting to be put away. OH, TUMBLR.

I found out about a new type of fanfic where people take screencaps of different movies that starred actors from a particular fandom and use them to write a story in the fandom. Hard to explain, but here's one example. And here's another. Does this type of fic have a name? Because I love it and I want to try to search for it.

[livejournal.com profile] tama_grey, whose Grade A introspection I've mentioned before, has a fantastic post about fatness and fitness and self-acceptance. If you're someone with body issues who wants to be healthy (not "in shape," or some other nebulous term about physical form, but honestly healthy), go read it. These lines in particular spoke to me:

I believe I need to get to a point where: 1) I accept that the size of my body is not an indicator of my worth as a person, 2) I am in a state of peace and acceptance with my current body size, and 3) I choose to change not out of fear or pressure, but for myself and my personal comfort.

I believe that if I am not ashamed of my body size, I can successfully change it.
(emphasis mine)

and this, from the comments:

what I really desire isn't measured in dress size or muscle mass. I have to be able to love myself as I am at any given moment. Without that baseline of acceptance, it's an endless journey (not to mention an insanely frustrating one, should legitimate health complications physiologically prevent me from reaching any preconceived ideals). (emphasis hers)

JUST LOOK AT THE WORDS OF THIS WOMAN. So so so awesome.

And speaking of fitness and health, I'm hauling my ass back to CrossFit. I was planning to run errands tonight (since stuff was closed yesterday) and get to CrossFit tomorrow, but today's activities look kinda fun:

Warm-Up:
10 Push-ups, 20 Spidey Lunge Arm Touches, 30 Squats, 20 Inchworms, 10 Burpees

Skill:
Front Squat 6×7, Thrusters 7×5

WOD:
Baby Tabata: 4 rounds each (20 on, 10 off)
Squats, Sit-ups, Knees to Elbows, Burpees

I might try to make it there for the 4:30 WOD! Maybe if I can sneak out of here a couple minutes early...I wore makeup to work today, and getting all that off adds about five to seven minutes to my get-out-of-the-house time. Mascara sweat streaks = Not Desirable.
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It's no secret that I love pop culture and, hence, internet memes. One of my favorite crossover things is Texts From Last Night put to various fandoms. Shakespeare, for example. Or Disney heroines. Or Dr. Who. Check out this fantastic Avengers one. And, of course, if you want, more Avengers ones...

There is no http://textsfromstartrek.tumblr.com/

HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE

Here are forty good questions to ask yourself or others, link courtesy [livejournal.com profile] ms_danson.

I encountered a small crisis last night with Sherlock. ...Um. Before I go on, do other costumers call their costumes by name? Or do you mostly refer to the item as an item rather than an entity? In other words, would you call the project "Sherlock," or would you call it "the Sherlock coat?" I think it's interesting that I have never named my cars (which seems to be a common thing in our culture), but I've always named my costume projects. Hm.

Anyway.

I encountered a small crisis last night with Sherlock. I don't know if it's a factor of the heavier weight of the wool (compared to the mock-up and prototype fabrics) or if something got tweaked in the final alteration, or if I was supposed to fix something and forgot, but something is wrong with the back length and the back waist hits me about an inch lower than it should. When I discovered this, it was 9:45 last night and I figured it was best to sleep on it and decide this morning if I would continue with the coat being a little oversized or if I was going to rip out the side seams, detach the back skirt, and attempt to shorten the back piece from the bottom.

There is always the chance that shortening a pattern piece from the edge will make things...wonky-fitting. It's why pattern pieces have a line about 1/3 to 1/2 way through the middle that says "lengthen or shorten here." I do have enough fabric to re-cut the back should absolute worst come to absolute worst.

I'm just a little mystified as to how it happened in the first place. It's got to be the weight of the back skirt. That fucker is massive. I just didn't realize it would pull the entire back down to that extent.

Of course, the good news of this is that [livejournal.com profile] sherwood21's gracious and competent assistance allowed me to feel confident enough to start cutting the wool in the first place! She made that armhole alteration look so easy. And, really, it was. Now that I've seen it done. I like being able to add to my seamstressing vocabulary.

Welp, guess I should get to it. I can probably get the whole thing taken apart and (possibly) basted back together before I leave for my acupuncture appointment.

Update: Ha ha ha ha!!! Okay, maybe I should just dick around on the interwebs until after my acupuncture appointment. I just ripped out ten inches of the front princess seam instead of the side seam.
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The future belongs to the few of us still willing to get our hands dirty.

I can't stop laughing at this gif:


Why do I not have a Buzzcocks CD? Most of the time when I look at my music collection, I sit back with a self-satisfied "Awesome." But once in a while something like this hits me and I think "What the hell, music collection?"

Thanks to the time and generosity of [livejournal.com profile] redheadfae, I HAZ A SHERLOCK SCARF. Me and the cat in the gif. Which I'm still laughing at. [livejournal.com profile] redheadfae went to the Sally and found a lightweight wool skirt that I dismantled, dyed, cut into strips, stitched, and ta-da! Dark blue scarf. The seam lines for the strips are arranged so they're hidden in the wrap around my neck--you'd never know it didn't begin life as a wool scarf. Tragically, the original skirt was a Pendleton, but OH WELL. It was badly out of fashion, and one of those "so badly out of fashion I hope it never comes back" fashions. No great loss.

TIP: The Dillon store on 6th street has a much better selection of RIT dyes than Michaels. Seriously.

I am a day behind on Sherlock because last night I was feeling a combination of still-hungover and emotionally-unprepared should the muslin not work. So instead I did the scarf and made an actual dinner. This afternoon: Muslin For Real.

Tomorrow, providing the universe does not prove to be overly cruel and heartless this afternoon: I Make The Coat. Also, re-watch Reichenbach Fall with [livejournal.com profile] msmitti and work out any last-minute costume details as well as finalize our blocking for the presentation. Also-also, pack.

Friday: Get to hotel. Start drinking.

I'm not going to make it to CrossFit this week and that's just how it goes.

I leave you with this, possibly one of the best Ryan Gosling Hey Girls I've seen yet.
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So, I'm sorry, ladies, but...

[livejournal.com profile] tama_grey is a brave, honest soul who puts her evolving life goals on her LJ and shares how she's doing with each one. At the risk of embarrassing her to death, I gotta say that I have such respect and admiration for this woman. She has worked incredibly hard to overcome various life troubles and she never quits. She might get knocked down or experience setbacks or get depressed or feel rotten, but she never quits. Baby, you are amazing. Anyway, yesterday she put up some new goals and one of them is: ID (by my physical reaction when I think of them) top stressors in my life right now and brainstorm a few ways to reduce their impact.

I love this idea. I have stressors that I love (my gravitation to last-minute costuming schedules) and I have stressors that I hate (the shit with the summer workshop/conference stuff). The problem is, my body doesn't differentiate between my beloved and hated stressors. So I'm putting a huge burden on my system by indulging and allowing these things to consume my life. I need to find a way to minimize all stressors, so I can then pick and choose the stressors I want to retain.

Conveniently, Whole9 Life (parents of the Whole30), posted an article today about rest and recovery and how our bodies respond to different levels of stress.

Also appearing on my F-list in the last 24 hours was a post by [livejournal.com profile] shrijani where she mentioned eliminating (or at least reducing) one particular negative character trait not to benefit others, but because indulging that negative character trait is bad for her. More good words, in good time, from another person I respect. Because, yes, continuing to navigate and manage the CSSF summer stuff the way I've done for the past five years is beneficial to a lot of other people, but it is very, very, very bad for me. And I no longer want to do things that are bad for me.

Er. Except for smoke. *tsk*

So, now. What to do with this information. Time to ponder.

*nudge*

Apr. 4th, 2012 10:50 am
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I really really really need to go do my job for the rest of the day, but before I do:

Thank you [livejournal.com profile] tessagratton for the heads-up on the Tumblr where I found this. Because seriously.

And now, to task!

Oh, wait, one more thing.

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