clevermanka (
clevermanka) wrote2011-11-22 11:30 am
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Take two and call me in the morning
Another Due South icon! Oh, Fraser*. I'm getting better at icon-making. Still not as amazing as the things some people create, but better than what I've done before. I need to learn Photoshop better. That'd help.
I woke at 4:30 this morning. Again. I don't remember what woke me, but cramps kept me from falling back asleep. I put away the last of my yet-to-be-filed sewing patterns, altered an ankle-length, lined wool skirt into a knee-length one (and am wearing it right now!), attempted to organize the sewing room closet (impossible at this juncture), and apparently then took a giant dose of Fuck Its because I can't be assed to do much of anything else now.
I don't mind so much the waking up in the wee hours. It's the being quiet in consideration of
mckitterick that is (ha!) tiresome. Being a night-owl, the poor guy goes through the same thing with me--only from the opposite side of the clock. I think our sleep times overlap for only three to four hours a night at the most. I've always been an admirer of the concept of separate houses (living spaces) in the same home. Alas, it's not financially feasible for us.
Subject change!
For the past couple days, I've been involved in a, oh, let's be friendly and call it a "discussion" with someone on G+. In a comment to this picture here that I posted, the person said:
I'm not trying to downplay the way the OWS people have been treated, but you're comparing apples to oranges here. People are openly shot and murdered in the streets in those protests, while people are arrested then released here...
Perhaps I'm overly sensitive to this sort of thing, but anytime someone opens a dialog with "I'm not trying to..." "I don't want to sound..." or "Don't get me wrong..." my hackles go up. That sort of qualifier is the equivalent of the hated "I'm not a racist/feminist/homophobe, but..." line and pretty much negates any potential validity of an argument for me. So of course, I flew into a frenzied rebuttal. For about three days. Um, four days. And after four days, this person is still not getting the point of my disagreement with him. It's one thing for me to disagree with someone. It's another to have someone so completely misunderstand why I am arguing with him. I'm giving up on the "discussion," though, because his latest comment to the thread is based in a reality that is not mine. I don't know how to respond to someone who denies something that can be refuted simply by scrolling up to the top of the comment thread. Ah, well.

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Somebody warmed something up in the department microwave and now the hallway smells really weird. Like, that-doesn't-smell-like-food weird. Time to open up my Man Candle. Which I just tried to find a link for (it's Gold Canyon's Morning Musk and for real, it smells like serious male sexiness) only to discover that the scent has been discontinued. Of course. It's a good thing the scent is strong enough that I don't have to burn the thing--I just open it and let the scent waft around. Mmmmm. Man Candle.
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mckitterick's arms and shoulders now look better than Fraser's in that icon, though. For real. Boy looks good. Need to sew some buttons in his pants to get him wearing bracers more often.
I woke at 4:30 this morning. Again. I don't remember what woke me, but cramps kept me from falling back asleep. I put away the last of my yet-to-be-filed sewing patterns, altered an ankle-length, lined wool skirt into a knee-length one (and am wearing it right now!), attempted to organize the sewing room closet (impossible at this juncture), and apparently then took a giant dose of Fuck Its because I can't be assed to do much of anything else now.
I don't mind so much the waking up in the wee hours. It's the being quiet in consideration of
Subject change!
For the past couple days, I've been involved in a, oh, let's be friendly and call it a "discussion" with someone on G+. In a comment to this picture here that I posted, the person said:
I'm not trying to downplay the way the OWS people have been treated, but you're comparing apples to oranges here. People are openly shot and murdered in the streets in those protests, while people are arrested then released here...
Perhaps I'm overly sensitive to this sort of thing, but anytime someone opens a dialog with "I'm not trying to..." "I don't want to sound..." or "Don't get me wrong..." my hackles go up. That sort of qualifier is the equivalent of the hated "I'm not a racist/feminist/homophobe, but..." line and pretty much negates any potential validity of an argument for me. So of course, I flew into a frenzied rebuttal. For about three days. Um, four days. And after four days, this person is still not getting the point of my disagreement with him. It's one thing for me to disagree with someone. It's another to have someone so completely misunderstand why I am arguing with him. I'm giving up on the "discussion," though, because his latest comment to the thread is based in a reality that is not mine. I don't know how to respond to someone who denies something that can be refuted simply by scrolling up to the top of the comment thread. Ah, well.

Subject change!
Somebody warmed something up in the department microwave and now the hallway smells really weird. Like, that-doesn't-smell-like-food weird. Time to open up my Man Candle. Which I just tried to find a link for (it's Gold Canyon's Morning Musk and for real, it smells like serious male sexiness) only to discover that the scent has been discontinued. Of course. It's a good thing the scent is strong enough that I don't have to burn the thing--I just open it and let the scent waft around. Mmmmm. Man Candle.
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and just for this entry:
Cool story bro
When I first got it, I used to have it open all the time and I swear to you, every female in the department who walked by would ask "What is that candle?!??!" with A Certain Look in their eye ifyouknowwhatImean. Then, once, one of the male students (one of the overbearing, unfunny ones who thought he was funny--you know the type) asked me what it was with a sort of grimace on his face.
"That's my Man Candle," I said.
He sneered. "What man?"
I didn't even let a beat pass. "Daniel Craig." And went back to looking at my computer.
He walked off, looking a little put out at being shut down so quickly.
For real:
This is the smell of the candle made visual.
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:D
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I love the Craig quip,BTW.. Ch Red:D
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It *is* still a choice on the website store (http://waxmancandles.com/store/product_info.php?cPath=24&products_id=35&osCsid=13fd6edd098f0afdaa045d8e682889ef)... yay!
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Also, did I know this grad student?
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Yes, you knew him. I'll email you. ;)
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I would've come unglued. And then banned him.
I am so grateful that I have a small family and the small family I do have mostly ignores me.
GOOD CALL, FAMILY.
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Here's the link, if you can get past the names of the scents. http://scentsy.net/fragrances/collections/scentsy-man.aspx
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Jbird brought home one of those burners and the wax stuff in a cinnamon scent. I wasn't thrilled, it looks too much like a Glade plug-in to me. But, hell, if he wants to buy some more...
;)
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ICON WIN. Of course. I expected nothing less.