Present and Unaccounted for

First I have a confession.

I totally did not get the concept of why anyone, ever, would want to watch someone else play sims. This seriously confused the hell out of me. I could not have thought of anything more pointless, boring or such a complete waste of time if you had paid me to do it.

But (you knew there was a but in here) because I really do try to not outright judge things I have never experienced first hand (yes, I fail at that sometimes. I admit it. I am human and sometimes, OMGASP! wrong.) when I saw holleyb76's announcement of an upcoming (actually in progress) livestream I thought "What the hell, at least then I will know", and off I went to see what was going on.

I learned two things, The first, I have gotten way more reclusive than I thought I had. No, seriously, I know it doesn't seem like it, but I have. Watching the chat scrolling by on the side I actually had a moment of terror when I thought about joining in. Cold, sweaty palms and everything. This is a bad thing. Sure, I seem fine here, I know here, this is familiar. Kind of like I know for absolute certain I could go stand in front of a room full of strangers and give a presentation. Depending on the topic I could even do it cold with minimal to no prep. Yet when faced with having to directly interact with those same people ... just thinking about it is making breathing difficult.

If anyone else who was there tonight noticed I was really quiet, now you know why. Bear with me in future okay?

The second, and far more relevant to the topic at hand here, it was actually interesting. I can't say it was fun, probably in large part due to the issues mentioned in my first point, but it was interesting. I was surprised and I think I will be stopping by to watch another livestream next time one pops up on my f-list and I can make it.

So, after that eye opener and still a little shaken I did something really stupid. Dumb. Completely disregarding any semblance of intelligence I like to think I have. I went to read this weeks simsecrets ...
( long, some might say opinionated, wall of text under the cut )

Soooooooo, guess what I haven't got a single word of yet?

I am not worried though. Okay, maybe a little, but if I actually sit down and get typing I know I can knock out 3000-5000 words a day no problem. Only every time I open word something happens, like the excruciating pain, or an out of the blue all day bbq suddenly appearing on my patio (seriously). I'm getting a little nervous about opening up word.

I do plan to get started on that tonight, get it written and then go do the few pics I had planned to include ... as soon as someone comes along and makes me put the manga away ... *headdesk* Can't. Stop. Reading!

Seriously though, Crimson Spell is surprisingly good and Earthian has an interesting premise so far.

This is not writing yet though is it?

I should totally just do it all here in an entry that way I can get you guys to help keep me accountable to myself (that made sense I swear!) oh! I know, Google docs! Real time typoing (that was not) on my part, bouncing around from scene to scene with inline notes (that I somehow always manage to remove all of ... the day will come, I know it!) and anyone who is interested can just pop in whenever and see how it is going? Anyone up for that? Yeah?

Here you go. Drop in whenever comments are totally open.

*edit* 1400 words! With time out for dinner. I have just been informed it is movie time (we are watching edward scissorhands) so I am packing it up for tonight and will be back to writing either way later tonight or tomorrow. Was fun though, especially chatting with people when they dropped in.

Rather an ovarian cyst.

Plus side, no surgery. Downside I can expect this "delightful" (heavy on the sarcasm) feeling to continue for at least the next 5 days with the potential to flare up for the next 3 months.

And Mathew thought I was joking yesterday when I said "Just kill me now." HA!

I am not really doing any singing at the moment because OW! Though the nursing staff in the recovery room at the Royal Jubilee (no joke) hospital would like everyone to know that I have the most awesome hair ... totally relevant.

Right, so a procedure that is supposed to cause "minimal to no discomfort" (it says so on the paperwork, for serious, this is not supposed to hurt) actually hurts like hell. It also causes extensive swelling and random shoulder pain.

My poor GP. She is so confused by me. I feel bad for her. No one can figure out why my shoulder is hurting, and grinding when I move it or why I still have difficulty breathing. It may be internal swelling, but that isn't supposed to happen either. They can't work out why I still have low blood pressure or why I have slight hypothermia.

All things considered though it went smoothly and I will recover, though not as quickly as was expected due to the previously mentioned things that aren't supposed to happen happening. My neck is swollen all the way up into my lower face and my chest is swollen as well and I am breathing in short, shallow breathes due to pain, but I am still here.

I do have one of the most neatly stitched incisions I have ever seen.
( cut for mildly graphic pic, no blood, just healing )

Seriously, look at that. Shouldn't leave much of a scar at all. I am happy about this and really wish that whomever it was that stitched up the incision from the c-section when my daughter was born had taken lessons from whomever it was that stitched up this one.

You can also see the swelling that is not supposed to be there. Kind off puffed up like a pillow from my jaw down past my ribs. Not infected, just swollen and irritated. Swallowing is not a fun thing right now, nor is talking or breathing or sitting up or laying down or ... okay, yeah, I am just really, really, really, painfully uncomfortable at the moment.

And now that I have confirmed I am still breathing for everyone I am going to go back to concentrating on staying in the realm of the breathing. It is taking a bit more concentration than it should.

Ever had one of those nagging feelings you were supposed to be doing something but you didn't know what? And then, way too late, you remember and you are all "Damnit!"

I totally didn't have one of those moments. What I did have was a moment where I found out my new band Mikhail Mikhaylovich Gerasimov was supposed to be on tour with Kostroma (fronted by simlili) ... like a month and a half ago.

We totally missed the tour guys, sorry. The new album, a creative collab with Paul Valery, is out though.


Cover art by Dr. G Photography

Wanna get your own?

1 - Go to Wikipedia and hit random. The first random wikipedia article you get is the name of your band.
2 - Go to quotationspage.com and hit random. The last four or five words of the very last quote of the page is the title of your album.
3 - Go to flickr and click on "explore the last seven days"; third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.
4 - Use photoshop or similar to put it all together.
5 - Post it with this text in the caption and TAG the friends you want to join in.

You have totally been tagged.

Sooooo, the fishing poll is up for sim_spiration's Go Fish. I'm a little ... nervous(?) about the genre that has taken an early lead for me, though I am REALLY looking forward to seeing some of the other genre/writer match-ups that are emerging.

There is still an issue I need to work out though. That issue is:

Do I go with already established characters and either AU or just a side story that is not relevant to the main plot they are already in or completely new characters?

I can see positives and negatives for both. I think I will wait until closer to having a firm result from the poll in mind before I decide that ... or, as usually happens something will wander through my head and decide for me. Or maybe I will settle it with a poll here.

Meanwhile, I think I have some reading to do I am not exactly familiar with a couple of the genres. Time to go brush up on those.

Just been busy as hell. The goatlets are doing wonderfully (and all have names finally. I will get more pics up with their names in the next day or so.)
( stuffeth )

First, the project I am ridiculously proud of.


( cliky-click-clik )

Told you they would be posted.



( Rawr! )

I like kittens, I swear I do, really. To the point that when I pick one up it immediately gets kisses and hugs and usually sung to ... but honestly, they are driving me crazy!!!!!!!

Background:

We acquired, by way of they kind of just walked in one day, two cats who had been abandoned. This is not at all new for us abandoned cats have a way of just showing up, usually accompanied by one of the cats that lives here. If we can find their people great, usually though if they have a tattoo or some other form of identification the "owners" are contacted and vehemently deny they ever had a cat or claim their cat died. I really, REALLY dislike people sometimes.

Anyway, so these two very pretty girls (no ID, mostly skin and bones from hunger) moved in, got fed and cuddled and cleaned up and all was good. Except, they were both pregnant.

Fast forward to now. The kittens, all 7 of them, are 6 weeks old. I have been trying, all day, to write. I have managed a whole (Count em!) 6 sentences. The rest of the day has been spent chasing kittens around trying to get them to use a litter box (which, in their defense they are getting better at), cleaning up spilled litter boxes because with this many kittens one is not enough and my dog is a klutz, refereeing the food dishes (none of our other cats need kitten food, they are pudgy enough as it is), extracting claws from my leg, retrieving my mouse from the little paws that keep reaching up behind my keyboard and grabbing it (One of them did this randomly a few days ago, now they ALL do it), rescuing the dog from being pounced, rescuing the kittens from being licked to the point of soggy by the dog, extracting kittens from dangling off the sides of the bird cage,  removing kittens from my keyboard, removing kittens from my desk and cleaning up the coffee they were splashing in, making new coffee - sans kitten splashing, untangling kittens from my hair because it is fun to pounce attack my hair from the top of my monitor,  and saving my cell phone from claws on the screen because "ZOMG! There is a kitten in there that looks just like me! ATTACK!" .. this is bad for the touch screen by the way.

All of this is made even more interesting as I end up doing it with one hand. The other hand is occupied holding onto the one kitten who came down with sniffles the other day (His mother is stupid and took him outside in the rain, which is when we learned she knows how to open the window). His sniffles are better now, he is for all intents and purposes completely healthy, but he lost a bit of weight by not eating much for a day and hasn't fully regained his strength. In the meantime his favourite spot is in the crook of my left arm alternately sleeping and playing with my hair. I try to put him down, give him to his mother, someone else, etc. Nope. as soon as I get back to my desk a tiny little paw taps my shoulder and then I have an orange fluffy ball of purring kitten walking across my shoulders to get to "his spot". If I don't hold onto him, he does the holding on instead and then I have to remove the claws from my skin.

They really, really are driving me crazy.

And, yes, I know I am going to miss the little shits when they go to their new homes, I just needed to vent .. and apparently the practice backspacing, because I have had "help" typing out this entry. :/