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Argh, yesterday was one of those days where a horde of tiny little things go wrong just enough to annoy, anger, or frustrate me, but not be, in each of themselves, enough to be terrible. It culminated in my graphics tablet, which has been behaving wonkily for months now, going bad enough that I said the hell with it and ragequit the piece of art I was doing and bought a new tablet from Amazon that, at least, had free one-day shipping. And I went ahead and walked back on my principles because, dammit, although they have the customer service from hell, they make the best tablets. So that was yet another source of frustration.

And all that means that my head is doing twingey things at me because tension headaches are one of my big migraine triggers, so I'm not sure if I'm going to have to leave work and go take meds or not. Bah.


Jul. 27th, 2016 10:43 am
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I took a vacation day today to get some work done on various art things and OF COURSE I wake up with a terrible headache. It's being slowly driven into submission but I'm not yet at the point where I can sit and focus on a screen for that long.

...I should probably get off the intertubes, in that case.
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Heh, well, this weekend turned out a little different than we intended because Toby got sick. Not sure with what, because it's the same symptoms he gets for EVERYTHING (fever, body aches), but he's feeling exhausted and cranky and spent the weekend playing Skyrim and Fallout 4 instead of all the things he'd planned.

And I spent Saturday playing video games, intending to get down to work on Sunday with all the design/art work I'm supposed to be doing, but because he felt so much worse on Sunday, ended up cooking so we'd have food this week if I get sick with what he's got. (He cooked also--made telera rolls because they didn't require him to stand up for long periods of time, and he felt like doing something constructive earlier in the day.)

I'm feeling pretty normal, though, so with luck I'm going to miss whatever it is he's got.
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Man, there's a lot of Skyrim and bird pics on my DW/LJ lately. But that's mostly because my life has been dental appointments, Skyrim, working on ebook covers as Augusta Scarlett, and watching Community. And in the past couple of days dealing with sleep deprivation.

Last week we went to a local Japanese restaurant's five-year celebration, which was set up in the form of a matsuri (Japanese festival). You bought tickets, and used them to buy various bits of food onna stick or food inna paper cone, and wandered about. I also had a cup of sake called The Fox's Wife, which smelled bready and tasted mild--I quite liked it.

We also went to see The Intergalactic Nemesis this weekend, a live-action graphic novel, as it was called. It was basically six performers: three voice actors doing all the dialogue, someone whose job was to project the comic panels (sans speech bubbles) on the screen and advance them as the actors carried on, someone who improvised the soundtrack on the piano, and the star of the show: the Foley artist, who did all the sound effects. The experience was interesting, although the story itself was eh, because it deliberately was aiming at all the standard '30s pulp tropes.

Before the show we ate at Yolk., which is so over-the-top hipster in the name (note the period) that it's hilarious. Quite tasty, though.

Also, yesterday at work I had the Mystery of the Missing Paper Towels. I keep a roll of paper towels in my office for lunch things, and yesterday my half-used roll was missing. No clues left behind. Today, as I brought in a new roll of paper towels, I passed by the trash can/cart used by Housekeeping and noticed a half-roll of my exact brand of paper towels in their stash of cleaning implements. My best guess is that whoever cleaned my office in the wee hours of the morning assumed it was theirs and picked it up. I'm not going to mention anything about it because complaining about a half-roll of paper towels feels petty, but my new roll is locked away in the cupboard in my office now.


Apr. 29th, 2016 04:38 pm
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Can tick "drive through golf-ball-sized hail" off the bucket list. Do not recommend.

Most of it was quarter-sized, and I think nothing larger hit the car. I was terrified that the windshield would crack. Can't tell until the storm is over and we can inspect the car in better light than the garage has if there's any dents.

It was a very short-lived storm, luckily. I was still panicking whether I should pull over and shelter behind buildings when it ended. I was trapped at a light for most of it, and had gotten maybe 100 yards down the road when it ended.
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We did yardwork on Saturday morning. Toby cleaned up the immense number of twigs and sticks that had somehow gotten trapped in our yard after the past few sets of storms, and I attacked the back hedges, which were threatening to engulf the house, with the hedge trimmer.

Now I hurt all over, but especially my forearms and hands. Even my fingers have DOMS, and I don't think fingers HAVE muscles.


Apr. 11th, 2016 10:00 am
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This is going to be the Year of the Theatre for Toby and I--we've already seen a couple of things I don't remember offhand, went to see David Mamet's Sexual Perversity in Chicago at the university where we work a couple of weeks back[1], and we went over to Dallas to watch/listen to/experience the Ghost Quartet on Saturday.[2]

The university is putting on The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas at the end of the month, which we may go to--and we've invited Toby's mom since she likes it--and we've got tickets to The Intergalactic Nemesis in May. WHEN WILL THE MADNESS END?

[1] Toby loves Mamet's dialogue, and neither of us had seen this play before. I'd seen the first About Last Night, which was an adaptation of it that Mamet hated, but remembered nothing other than the bathtub scene. Impressions: we both thought the whole of the play was sort of eh, the actors did a good job but Mamet kind of lost the thread in the middle. They set it in the era it was written-the '70s--but you could easily update it if you wanted to because the male characters are pretty much Red Pillers (Urban Dictionary link).

[2] "A song cycle about love, death, and whiskey." Ghost Quartet. The performers sing a number of songs that spiral around and in and out of myth, fairy tale, and mystery, following four generations of a family, focusing on the relationship between two sisters. We liked it a lot, although Toby thought they were trying a bit too hard at some points, while I disagree. :) Still. Highly recommended, if it comes by your place! You can also buy the soundtrack on Bandcamp, and I suggest that you do.

Staging was nifty--each of the performers plays a number of instruments, and the audience sits in a U-shape around a performance space. The women performers are on stage, mostly, while the two men sit out in the audience area. At times they interact with the audience--sending whiskey around at one point, handing percussion instruments out at another. What was unexpected and very effective is that for a space of about four songs, they turn out all the lights, so you're sitting in total darkness. For the ending (rot-13'd because it is kind of a spoiler), gur cresbezref oevat vafgehzragf bhg gb gur nhqvrapr naq tvir gurz gb nhqvrapr zrzoref naq unir gung crefba cynl vg (klybcubar, qehz, rgp), naq nsgre rnpu zrzore cnffrf bhg n srj bs gurz, gurl fvyragyl qvfnccrne. Riraghnyyl jr nyy ernyvmr gung gur nhqvrapr vf cebivqvat gur zhfvp, naq vg'f hc gb hf jura gb fgbc vg. :) Bapr rirelbar qevsgf gb n fgbc, gur cresbezref erghea gb gnxr gurve objf.
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Two things:

1) One of those companies that gets unclaimed property for you and charges a percentage of it (you can get the same money yourself without giving anyone a percentage) has phoned me and sent mail to me trying to get me to contact them back about unclaimed property belonging to the estate of my mother.

My mother is not dead, and is in full possession of her estate. They even called HER number and left a message for me concerning contacting them to reclaim property belonging to her estate. I am terribly, terribly curious as to why they seem to think she's dead, but I don't really want to contact them back. (I have done unclaimed property searches--there is nothing in her name.)

2) Librarian Rhapsody:
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Back home from the cruise. Very tired. Toby is all peopled out and has retreated to his office to bury himself in videogames. I am catching up on LJ/DW and transferring photos from the cameras to the computer, in the vain hope that I will one day actually upload some of them. Cats are insisting on pets and fighting with each other because they both want my undivided attention.

Will most likely crash early.
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We're going to be late for work because the tornado sirens are going off. :)

They go off for severe weather warnings--winds over 55 MPH, hail over 1"--and not just tornadoes, and I don't think a tornado has been spotted just yet, but it's a pretty bad storm out there, and it's going over the area between us and work, so we're opting to sit it out.

I didn't make it to work yesterday due to a migraine...or what I thought was a migraine. Over the course of yesterday, some jaw pain developed on the same side and now I have a working hypothesis that I've been grinding my teeth in my sleep and that's triggering the headache. Especially since I still have the headache, although it's better now that I'm upright and not lying down. Toby wears a night guard to sleep, as does my mom, and we have some cheap plastic emergency ones in the medicine cabinet, so my plan is to try one out tonight and call the dentist tomorrow.

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