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| Monday, April 27th, 2009 | | 11:12 am |
(OOC) More sleep-talking.
Jareth: "Hey, kitty. Are you asleep?" CopperCheetah: "Meow meow meow meow." Jareth: "Um. Ok, well, I'm sorry for waking you." CopperCheetah: "Meow meow meow meow meow." Jareth: "Are you going to sleep out here on the couch, or do you want to come to bed?" CopperCheetah: "Meow meow meow meow." Jareth: "I'm sorry, I don't understand." CopperCheetah: "Meow." Jareth: "Ok, well, I'm going to bed. Come to bed soon, ok?" CopperCheetah: "Meow meow meow meow meow meow." Jareth: "Love you." CopperCheetah: "Meow meow meow meow." | | Tuesday, June 10th, 2008 | | 11:20 pm |
OOC: Sleep-talking.
My RL mate has a sleeping disorder. When it's his 'sleepy time', he falls over disturbingly fast. If he closes his eyes for even a few seconds, he's out. Even in the middle of a conversation, or cooking, or whatever. He also often falls half-asleep. His eyes are open, he's talking, he's moving...but he's dreaming, too. Which occasionally gets surreal. We were just watching 'Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom', and he began to drift off... Jareth: "Hey, love? We should go to sleep." CopperCheetah: "Why?" Jareth: "You were snoring, love. Let's go to bed." CopperCheetah: "Ok. Then we should stop the movie...here." *presses stop on the DVD remote.* "And it goes blue." Jareth: "Ok. Bedtime now?" CopperCheetah: "I was thinking that there might be a (unintelligible) connection. There was a (unintelligible) student Waterloo." Jareth: "Umm, I'm not sure if I heard that correct. What's Waterloo?" CopperCheetah: "Yes." Jareth: "No. What is Waterloo?" CopperCheetah: "It's a (unintelligible), about thirty miles from the coast. It's 120 megs, so it's too big." Jareth: "120 megs is too big?" CopperCheetah: "It won't fit." Jareth: "Are they going to cut it down in size?" CopperCheetah: "I hope not. It's a good (unintelligible). It'll take too long to grow another." Jareth: "Um. Let's go to sleep." CopperCheetah: " 'kay." Current Mood:  amused | | Saturday, May 10th, 2008 | | 4:56 pm |
| | Thursday, May 8th, 2008 | | 5:40 pm |
OOC: Cat ownership.
Back when I was a kid, I was riding my bicycle through an unfamiliar neighborhood and happened across a cat that had been hit by a car. It was badly injured and was mewling plaintively...and I didn't know what to do. I stayed with the cat for a little while to try and calm it down, but any time I tried to touch it or move it, the cat hissed in pain. In the end...I panicked and rode my bicycle home. By the time my Mom got home from work and I could beg for help, the cat was long dead. I have more than my fair share of wacky and entertaining phobias, but my greatest fear is being helpless to assist someone who is in pain. That terror has been the theme of recurring nightmares for decades now. One side effect from this trauma is that I am effectively paralyzed whenever a cat shows fear or discomfort. A cat hissing at me can cause angina attacks. And my cat has apparently figured this out. Freya is a smart kitty. If she doesn't want her claws trimmed, she squirms and hides and yowls. Only at me, really. She's very well behaved with the veterinarian. But she knows I'll panic and let her go if she complains enough. So...I take her to the vet to have her claws trimmed. No worries. Except, NOW she's learned that if she squirms and hides and yowls...I won't be able to get her collar on and put her in the cat carrier, either. CopperCheetah had to come home from work to help me bring the cat to the vet. I'm so pathetic. :/ Current Mood:  distressed | | Wednesday, February 20th, 2008 | | 2:13 pm |
OOC: 42
http://www.rhjunior.com/CC/Images/00080.gifHeh. Who knew that it was possible to place within a single comic panel so many ill-informed mis-representations of the scientific community's understanding of the origin of the universe, matter and life? I mean, that's just ONE panel!! I'm impressed. Current Mood:  grumpy | | Wednesday, January 16th, 2008 | | 3:43 pm |
Beans, Rice and INSTANT DEATH!
I'm not an awful cook. I am, however, occasionally lazy. I have constructed a number of 'lazy-day' recipes over the years. For days when 'easy and filling' is more important than 'tastes good'. Today, I cooked a recipe that I have now renamed: Beans, Rice and INSTANT DEATH!! Basically, it's steamed rice, mixed with a can of kidney beans (and the liquid from the can), mixed with a handful of random spices from the cabinet that looked red and angry. Let it steep over low heat for a while, maybe add in a bit of water if it looks too dry. Then, add more spices that look red and angry. Mix s'more. It should now be a dull red color with the consistency of chunky library paste. It has no taste save for HOT!!! Y'know, I really ought to learn some different lazy-day recipes. Gyeah. | | Sunday, November 4th, 2007 | | 11:44 am |
Movie.
In which our cat demonstrates that she is both cute *AND* clever. She's learned to play String Solitaire when no humans are available to swing the string around for her to chase. Current Mood: amused | | Friday, October 26th, 2007 | | 12:21 pm |
I've found a new excruciating experience! Cat-tongue on fresh first-degree burns. (Freya says, "Mmmm! Cooked human tastes *delicious*!") | | Thursday, October 25th, 2007 | | 12:46 pm |
OOC: Insufficiently detailed rule-sets.
After the first night of not-sleeping, I'm just...tired. After the second or third night, though, I can tell that my judgment is wonky. It's not that I can't think clearly. There's usually no perceivable haze, no slowness or difficulty. I can function reasonably well at school or work, think logically and speak articulately. But impulses are more difficult to resist. It's harder to discern what is (and what isn't) reasonable. My emotions are all ratcheted up slightly but it's not consistent. That can be a good thing, sometimes. Occasionally, when I'm really sleep deprived...My mate just needs to walk into the room and I can *feel* my heart beat faster. After day three, being hugged is better than drugs. Unfortunately...it's not just the 'good' emotions that are dialed up to eleven. Little annoyances can feel like gut punches. Something that would normally be 'sad' now feels tragic. Etc. The thing is...I have *chronic* insomnia. This has been going on for years and years and I'm used to it. So...I have coping mechanisms. When I'm sleep depped, I keep up a constant, running internal review of events around me to evaluate if my emotional reactions are appropriate. I have a tendency to try tailoring my actions to what I think is *appropriate* rather than reflecting what I'm really feeling. After all...My feelings are suspect, I shouldn't trust them. This leads to occasional disconnects when communicating with people. For example...Someone will say or do something and I'll feel angry or hurt...but act calm, because I'm not convinced that my emotional response is 'valid'. And then, if the situation continues and I later decide that the anger was justified, my manner and behavior can change suddenly and dramatically. Sadly, I get a lot of "...but it didn't bother you ten minutes ago!" So: Chronic insomnia. Sleep deprivation common. Judgement wonky. It's hard for me to figure out how bad off I am, sometimes. I come up with little rules, little games. For example, I count how many times I nearly fall asleep while driving to class. Once, no worries. Twice, should be extra careful about my temper. Etc, etc. Anyways, the point of this little essay was to provide background information for an amusing anecdote: My first thought after waking up to the feel of my car climbing the sidewalk outside DeAnza University this morning was, "Huh. Does that count as 'almost fell asleep' or not? Maybe I should count it as two 'almosts'...?" Wonky. Current Mood: amused | | Thursday, October 18th, 2007 | | 1:01 am |
(OOC) Armor / Costume foo!
So, I've decided that I need to get hit in the head with rattan sticks more often. Time to re-join the SCA! I've started work on a new suit of armor. This is my first attempt at tooling leather and I'm fairly happy with the current look. There's still a lot of minor adjustment to be done and things that needs to be added, though. ( Images behind cut: )Edited to add: The fox design isn't mine...I was browsing teh intarweb and found a *beautiful* celtic-knotwork ring with foxes on it. I 'borrowed' a part of the design for this armor. Current Mood: cheerful | | Monday, October 1st, 2007 | | 11:30 am |
No Soup For You! (OOC)
I just cooked up a wonderful vegetable soup. I wish I knew what was in it 'cause I'd love to repeat this recipe some time. The steps to make this soup are pretty simple: 1) Decide to host a barbecue / party for some friends. 2) Buy a vegetable-tray appetizer from Costco so that your friends have something to snack on while waiting for barbecue. 3) Watch your friends not-eat most of the vegetables. 4) Toss the leftover veggies(whatever they are) in a pot with some water. Chop in an extra onion, add random herbs and spices and turn the heat on to simmer. 5) Forget about the pot for a few hours while doing homework. 6) Decide that it looks a bit pale, so add a can of tomato paste (for color) and stir 7) Soup! (It's mostly carrot and broccoli, with some tomato and snap-peas and other stuff. For spices, I know that there was some garlic powder and crushed red pepper. And some other stuff, 'cause it was in the front of the cabinet. As for herbs...well...Whatever was currently over-grown in my garden. Yum.) | | Tuesday, September 18th, 2007 | | 5:30 am |
OOC musings on diet and otherstuff.
So, a while back I was going through a rough patch, emotionally...and I gained a fair bit of weight, quickly. I put on about 20 pounds in one month and even more in the months following. Because of my height, body type and type of preferred clothing, I think that most people don't really know how much of a change that was for me. But still...I started having troubles with my joints and back again. Ever since then, I've been in a recurring battle with my weight. The thing is...as I cut my calories, my metabolism just slows down without losing much fat. I was on an 880 calorie per day all-liquid diet for six months...I lost about 20 pounds the first month, then mostly stabilized to a pound every other week. My resting heart rate slowed from its normal 90 beats per minute to about 45 beats per minute. I was tired all the time. And I started re-gaining weight when my doctor insisted on raising my calorie intake to 1200 calories per day. So...I've tried lots of fad diets which had a tendency to work for a while then suffer serious diminishing returns. Followed by regaining the weight and all the other health problems associated with such. Anyways...A few weeks ago, my new doctor did some blood tests and found that my cholesterol level is disturbingly high. Dangerously high. So...He gave me a new diet. For the last month and a half, I've been eating mostly oatmeal and salad, with the occasional skinless-chicken-breast for protein and veggies/fruits for variety. I haven't lost much weight yet, but I did hit a rather significant milestone: Some of my pants are now loose enough that I actually need to wear a belt. w00t! Current Mood: pleased | | Sunday, July 29th, 2007 | | 4:03 am |
| | Saturday, July 21st, 2007 | | 5:37 am |
Book good. Fox happy. Nap time now. (Hey, I didn't even decide to *buy* the book 'til 12:30AM...) Current Mood:  tired | | Tuesday, June 26th, 2007 | | 6:25 am |
(OOC) My morning thus far...
MREOWR! Mreow mreow mreow MREOW! Mreow meow nya meow! MEOW!! Meow meow meow meow meow meow. Mreow! Mreow! Mreow meow meow! Meow! Mreowr nya meow meow meow. Mreowr! purr purr purr. Mreow! Meow meow meow meow. (And, more of the same) Jeebus. I get a sore throat just *typing* all those meows, but my cat (Freya) hasn't gone quiet for a moment since I woke up. Except for when I pick up the string and play with her. I did that for a half hour or so, but the moment I put down the string to type... Meow! Cats are weird. Cute, but weird. Current Mood: amused | | Sunday, May 20th, 2007 | | 9:02 am |
Healthwise, I've had a pretty sucky week. I need sympathy pettings. Current Mood: uncomfortable | | Thursday, May 3rd, 2007 | | 1:31 am |
OOC: Insomnia and alcohol
I can't sleep. I suppose that this isn't a surprise to the folks that know me. I have always had trouble sleeping. The last couple weeks, though, have been worse than usual. It's affecting my schooling. Living in Silicon Valley and working in the tech industry has put me in an environment in which I am often surrounded by those who are more intelligent than myself...But still: Not a dumb fox. I shouldn't be falling behind in any form of math. But I can't fall asleep and I can't stay awake. I can't concentrate. Sometimes when I drive Coppercheetah to work, I'm dizzy enough that I ought not be behind the wheel...but I don't want to say anything 'cause I don't have a choice. I need to get him to work. Then I come home and try to nap, then go to classes in a daze. Melatonin doesn't work anymore. Meditation doesn't work anymore. I have a comfy NASA approved infomercial memory foam bed that doesn't work anymore. I have a quarter of a bottle of single-malt scotch in me right now, and that doesn't seem to work anymore either. It does, however, make me dizzy and more likely to construct rambling and whiny posts on livejournal. Mmmm, 15 year old Cardhu. Last time this happened, my braindoc was quick to blame stress and depression. Heck, I think that he wrote the prescription before he met me (I chose my braindoc through an HMO). I like who I am. I am aware of my flaws and am comfortable with my ability to manage them and make rational choices in spite of them. I have a stable relationship with a person I adore. I'm not in any danger of losing my home or of going to bed hungry. I don't have many friends, but the people I surround myself with are all worth having. I don't feel stressed. I don't feel depressed. I just can't sleep. Current Mood: exhausted | | Friday, September 22nd, 2006 | | 1:20 am |
OOC: WoW mistake.
I just have to whine a bit about this one... I have a level 60 Feral Druid on World of Warcraft. My only level 60, and I enjoy playing her very much. I've put a lot of thought, planning and effort to get gear that suits her style of play. The thing is...I'm in a small guild and we don't have the manpower for large raids. As such, getting better equiptment is tricky. In fact, without going into a raid...the only upgrades available for my current chest and helm are the dungeon-2 set. The thing is...First, I need to gather the Dungeon-1 set so I can upgrade it to Dungeon-2 (through a lot of questing, farming and gold). Last night, another druid friend and I spent time repeatedly sneaking into an instance to get the Wildheart Boots (one of the neccesary pieces of the Dungeon-1 set). Since my character is an enchanter and all the loots are bind-on-pickup...after each fight, I disenchanted all the extra gear we picked up and handed out the resulting components as loot. After hours of work, we both got a pair of Wildheart Boots. Huzzah! We decided to call it a night. And once we were back in town, I noticed that I didn't have a pair of Wildheart Boots in my bag. While disenchanting items to their component parts...I apparantly selected the wrong object. Oops. | | Tuesday, June 6th, 2006 | | 11:23 am |
OOC: Spontaneous Furniture Explosion
I imagine that most people don't like watching someone that they care for get injured. Me, I have a 'thing' about it. A heart stopping, throat tightening, gibbering terror kind of 'thing'. I have recurring nightmares in which I am helpless, watching my RL mate (or friends) get injured in one way or another. Sometimes, 20-30 seperate nightmares per night. It's not the injury itself...It's the moment *before* the injury, that brief second when I can see it coming but am wholly unable to prevent it. No worries. I'm well aware that I have more then my fair share of hang-ups and irrational phobias. I've learned to cope. But, still...running into the living room and finding my mate standing barefoot, ankle deep in broken glass... 8 hours later, my chest still hurts. | | Sunday, July 3rd, 2005 | | 1:17 pm |
OOC: Injury update
The next morning, I got a chance to look at the bike and my clothing a bit more carefully. Apparantly, the bastards didn't miss with the egg. I had yolk on my clothes and there was eggshell on the side of the wheel. Easily cleaned. The bicycle, on the other hand, needed the attentions of a Local Bike Shop. In addition to the previously mentioned problems, the rear deraileur hanger was badly bent. The deraileur, brake levers and pedals are all scratched but still fully functional. The folks at Cupertino Bicycle Shop are my new best friends. They cater to the high-end road bicycle and mountain bicycle market but their repair shop is top notch and very friendly to walk-ins even if the bicycle was not purchased at their store. As for myself...my leg and hand are doing ok. Yesterday my kneecap was twitching oddly whenever I bent my leg, but today the swelling has gone down and the twitching has gone away. My right hand palm is still very sensitive to pressure...if I put any weight on that hand, it hurts. Not as bad as yesterday, though, so I think that it's improving. Another few days and those 'll be fine. My ribs hurt. Owie. Anyways...yesterday I was able to limp around all day, get my bicycle to the shop and visit some friends in the evening. Today I did some lawncare and am being lazy. I'm feeling awfully positive at the moment...things could have come out a lot worse. I'll be fine, and thank you all for worrying about me. Current Mood: relieved |
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