Just so people know, there was an accident involving my laptop a few days ago, and on top of that I’ve been spending all day every day at Lib Dem HQ (when a by-election suddenly becomes a general, a lot of campaign staff disappear) and that’s taken my writing time this week. I have a new laptop, though, so will be resuming blogging tomorrow, with a review of Michael Nesmith’s autobiography
(I am at the register for my morning shift when a woman walks up with a dress, holding it up.)
Customer: “Should I purchase this?”
Me: “Ma’am, you can purchase anything you desire under limitations to our policy.”
Customer: “Oh, all right, then.”
(The customer stands there, thinking. Finally, she walks off. A few minutes later, the alarm goes off by the door for items that haven’t been purchased.)
Customer #2: “Did that woman decide to not purchase the item?”
Me: “I think so.”
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Finished reading Elif Batuman's The Idiot last night, and ... well. I really liked it. I liked it a lot. I thought Batuman did a pitch-perfect job capturing the voice and outlook of a 19-year-old college freshman and thrusting us into her life. What really disappointed me were the many stupid comments on the "pro" review sites (Slate, the AV Club, the Washington Post), left by people who had never read the book but thought they knew everything about it. I know, I know -- you're not supposed to read the comments. :-P
Weather is on a yo-yo string; ridiculously warm yesterday, almost chilly today. Have not seen any baby bunnies for a couple of days now (and I am glad; they are adorable but I want them to move on because Layla). Also noticed we have another tomato, this time from one of the Black Krims.
Watched Lincoln the other night and enjoyed it. Afterwards I fell down a Wikipedia rabbit hole -- guys, meet the last person to have looked Abraham Lincoln in the face. (The Life magazine article cited at the bottom, #6, is a somewhat more detailed write-up, although you have to scroll a ways to see it. But then you get to see all the cool period ads.) :-)
* Royally Screwed by Emma Chase -- which reminded me of why I'm generally speaking not a fan of contemporary romance novels. This was recommended by the ladies at SmartBitches and on sale for $1.99 which is how I got suckered into grabbing it. Also I thought I needed to read it to appreciate the sequel. (I really didn't.)
( Royally Screwed by Emma Chase )
* Royally Matched by Emma Chase
( review below )
I won't be reading any more by her. They were okay. But not worth spending more time or money on. Flirted with "The King's Bought Bride" but once again, same trite tropes...broke elementary school substitute teacher/art gallery temp is hired by rich prince to pose as his wife for one year, in exchange for paying off her brother's debts and drug rehab. I found the set-up somewhat interesting, but the writing didn't work for me in the sample and ...I wanted a stronger heroine.
2. What I'm Reading Now
Witches of Karres by John Schmitz -- I think. On Kindle, I was reading Kerrigyn Byrn's The Highlander. But I think I will attempt Witches instead, if I like it, I might buy on Kindle. I don't like reading paperbacks, I find them tough on the eyes.
Also I'm hard on books and I'm borrowing this one from a co-worker.
I don't know what I'm reading next.
Age: I watched the Challenger explode live at school when I was in the 5th grade.
Location: Small Town, USA
Describe yourself in five sentences or less: I'm an artist / a creator/ a starry-eyed optimistic. I'm an introvert, a smart ass, and I say fuck a lot. (Don't worry, it offends me too) I live on a farm. I have muddy boots, painted fingernails, my own business, and a large collection of bungee cords. This is my fifth sentence.
Top 5 Fandoms: If you want to consider them as such... veg*n food, my husband, marketing/design, cruelty-free living, daydreaming
I mostly post about: Daily ramblings. Farm life. People in my life. Work. Smart ass things I should leave unsaid, so I write them instead.
I rarely post about: Politics & religion. I steer clear of both.
My last three posts were about:
-- Awkward encounters all day long
-- A trainwreck of an issue with a former friend
-- Whacking the fuck out of my leg while feeding the goats
How often do you post? Daily, for the most part. My writing style fluctuates greatly with my moods. I reserve the right to not make any sense at any given time as well as the right to make you think that six totally different people are writing in my journal. I even entertain myself in that aspect. Just go with it.
How about commenting? I comment when I have something to say, which is sometimes a lot and sometimes not.
A GIF to describe how your day has been so far:
(A craft store I frequent is notorious for long lines. This incident finally showed me why.)
Cashier: “Ma’am. The discount was applied. It is 40% off one item at full price.”
Customer: “No! You’re cheating me! You didn’t do it right! I should only pay 50 cents!”
Cashier: “The item was $1.00. 40% off of $1.00 is 40 cents. You would only pay 50 cents if it was a 50% off coupon, which we do not have.”
Customer: “F*** you! You’re just stealing from a hard working mother. And what’s this extra money you’re charging me?”
Cashier: “That’s the sales tax, ma’am. It’s applied to every purchase, wherever you go in Texas.”
Customer: “Tax? I never have to pay tax. And now you’re taking money from me! How am I going to buy milk for my kids?”
Customer #2: “Lady… are you seriously arguing about 13 cents? If it’s that big of a deal, I’ll give it to you. And if you really care about your kids, you wouldn’t waste your money on a bubble wand. You’d buy your kids the milk first.”
Customer: “It’s the principle! I should only pay 50 cents on—”
Customer #2: “No. You are not only a terrible parent, but fail at math. 40% off a dollar is 40 cents. Not a single penny more. 50% is 50 cents off of a buck. Coupons here only go as high as 40%. Quit holding up the line, pay for your item, and get the h*** out of the store. And don’t help your kids with their homework. We don’t need more of you in our lines.”
(The first customer ended up swearing and holding up the line even more, but Customer #2 seemed pretty content after that. He’s probably dealt with customers like her before.)
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INTERESTS & HOBBIES (and a few extra details): I love to read and collect books; I'm the epitome of "bookishness". Mainly: contemporary fiction, poetry, essays, nature/science writing (especially women's relationships with the environment), memoirs (especially those about mental illness and recovery), some graphic novels (Adrian Tomine, Alison Bechdel, Lynda Barry), la la la. I'm on Goodreads (www.goodreads.com/ghostwire) I like to take long walks, I watch silly television shows, I have a crazy cat that I adore, I"m a night owl, I like riding my bike, I'm a homebody, I'm extremely shy/introverted, I deal with mental health issues, I'm an INFJ, I'm a MSTie, music keeps me sane (my first love is classical, but I also love alt country (just got hooked), dream pop (Cocteau Twins!), post rock, americana, gothic americana (Woven Hand!), NEKO CASE, Veda Hille, PJ Harvey, Kristin Hersh, Kaki King), I could go on and on, but for the sake of brevity (too late, oops) I'll stop there. (www.last.fm/user/skymotel)
LOOKING FOR: Kind souls, fellow dreamers, kindred spirits.
ANYTHING ELSE?: I'll be up front: I'm gay and I struggle with mental illness. If either things make you cringe, we probably won't get along. Oh, and I'm a dork. Big time.
ALSO KNOWN AS: ghostwire
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* One bookshelf has had its broken shelf repaired and others upgraded to metal brackets. Another has been declared nonrepairable.
* Two chandeliers have been fixed so all the bulbs light up. We'll need to get new candle sleeves for a couple of the sockets though.
* Two wooden chairs have been glued and strapped to stabilize loose parts.
* An outdoor porch light has been fixed so it lights up now.
I may have forgotten stuff too. Yay, progress!
Today my therapist hugged me at the close of our session, and I realized that it was the first hug I'd had in a couple of weeks. My mother doesn't hug, neither does anyone else I see, and being bereft of physical contact is something I'm finding very challenging. I'm not sure what the solution is. One of the reasons I miss my son as much as I do is that he is a very physical human being, and I got hugs all day long. I took them for granted; one thing this past six months of my life has taught me is that one should never take any aspect of any relationship for granted.
It's a beautiful day today. The weather is hovering around 20 degrees (70 degrees F), the sun is shining, trees are sprouting blossoms and leaves, and gardens are full of daffodils and tulips and other spring flowers. My little plot out front is bright and cheerful. It's lovely to have the windows open; the cats like that as well. I love spring.
Speaking of cats, I had to lock them in the kitchen last night. Both of them decided that my desire to sleep was unacceptable, and they kept sitting on my pillow and meowing me into consciousness. I don't like barring them from my room, but egads, they were annoying.
Tomorrow I have to mow the lawn. My brother has been over to show me how to use the lawnmower and put gas in it. I am nervous, I've never cut grass before!
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Bell is not a graceful writer, but he conveys his information clearly. He is a sane and responsible Ripperologist--meaning that he assesses evidence logically, refers generally to "the Whitechapel murders" to avoid questions about which women are "canonical" Jack-the-Ripper victims and which aren't, and regards all letters, chalked messages, pieces of kidney, and other communications alleged to be from Jack the Ripper with healthy skepticism--and has done a great deal of research into the lives of ordinary bobbies, specifically in H Division (Whitechapel), but more generally in the Metropolitan and City Police. Questions about uniforms, about training, about what a constable's "beat" actually consisted of, about the likely career path (you could rise up steadily through the ranks as long as you didn't trip yourself up by getting sacked for being drunk on duty--which happened a lot), the procedure for interviewing witnesses, communications between Scotland Yard and individual stations, what happened when someone was arrested for drunk and disorderly, where the chinks were for corruption to creep in. He goes into detail about Sir Charles Warren's rise and fall (including some incidents I had never read about before), and throughout he presents the Whitechapel murders as much as possible as they were experienced by the police of London.
Highly recommended for anyone researching--for whatever purpose--the police of late Victorian London.
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(My manager and I get along very well. I’ve been working for him for about two years and while it’s a great job, I found out about another rare employment opportunity that would be too good to pass up. It’s a long shot, but I apply. I have been forthcoming with him throughout the process, telling him about it even before the application window opened. He says many times that while he hopes I get it because it would be great for me, he also hopes I don’t because he doesn’t want to lose me from the staff. After I turn in my application, I hear nothing for literally two months before finally being called to let me know I’ve made it to the first round of interviews and arranging for me to meet the hiring committee. I arrange with a coworker to cover my shift on the day of the interview, and then call my manager to let him know as I won’t see him for a couple days and don’t want to delay in notifying him.)
Me: “So the reason he’s covering for me is… I finally got a call back from [Prospective Employer]. I have an interview that day.”
Manager: “You’re a b****.”
Me: *laughing* “I know you mean it with love, so thank you.”
Manager: “Yeah… I know this is a great thing for you, but I really hope you do terribly. Just awful.”
Me: “I appreciate it! See you Friday!”
Manager: “See you then!”
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The first of the grass seed that I sowed in the forest yard is starting to sprout. Yay. Yay.
My hope is that at some point soon I can start identifying a place to host the digitzed vids (i'm not necessarily thrilled with my vids site host and have been talking with Mrs. Killabeez about migrating my personal and professional web sites elsewhere), and then start putting things online and maybe with the help of some of the other cannibals, put the handful of vids that are digitally remastered onto Critical Commons. I have an account there, but have never actually taken action on using it--not enough spoons, etc. etc.--but I can do that because I think it'll be a good place for those things to exist, since they're a part of fannish vidding history. And then I don't have to worry about stupid YouTube blocking them or whatever.
Now I just have to find the…energy and ability to do these things. When you can't even get out of bed in the morning, it's hard sometimes to look at this stuff and want to do it, but I know that as the unintentional and unelected keeper of these things, it's something I gotta do.
But now I've hurt my hip. Sort of my hip, like over it? And it's fine until I want to move a particular way. And it's annoying because I was plenty comfortable and now I'm emphatically not, if I try and move sideways.
Also we did mindfulness of breathing and what I was mostly aware of was how tight my sports bra is. Probably I need a less bitey bra to meditate in.
so there were a few distractions.
But I like meditation and I'm in a better mind than when I started so is win.