I've had a lovely day of ambling from coffee shop to coffee shop, caught a lot of Pokémon, done some raiding, and spent the afternoon doing all of the above while nattering to keziath. My foot only got achey towards late afternoon and while it did need an ice pack when I got home I think the aches are of the this-foot-still-needs-to-build-up-
Special Agent Kheldar has spent the day carefully replenishing his solar batteries and occasionally bouncing around like a cat half his age. He appears to be very much in favour of the arrival of spring.
Go and check out my new arty blog essence-of-eclectic.blog!
I've made this a separate WordPress blog because
- Dreamwidth is kind of frustrating in its really primitive user interface for pictures.
- It's really nice to be able to just take a photo with my phone and then blog about it.
- It enables me to be more focused in my writing about art/craft, having a separate blog for it.
Not that I'm necessarily going to stop posting here about art/craft, but half the time I'll be linking to posts I made there instead.
So go and check it out! Make comments! Look at the pretty pictures!
She was actually surprised by the twist. This is such a novel experience, I felt I had to record it for posterity.
We've also watched Empire Records (Eva was deeply caught up in the question of whether or not Joe is actually Lucas' foster father, or if he's just fatherly) and 10 Things I Hate About you (we lost Heath Ledger entirely too soon). Also, unrelated to this all, Jenn and Eva watched Legally Blonde. I was surprised that Jenn had never seen that movie before. She was surprised that I've watched it at least seven times already. I'm not sure which fact is more surprising.
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1. Taken far too many people on apartment showings. (Due to a handful of early move-outs, we now have four sample apartments we can show people with no prior notice. In theory this is a good thing. In practice, it means I have been doing significantly more walking-and-talking than I consider ideal. *wry*)
2. Addressed, wrote, and mailed a batch of thank-you notes for my church stewardship committee.
3. Rented two parking spaces.
4. Stayed on top of office paperwork and now finally have some time to get non-paperwork tasks done, like updating apartment photos on our website and refreshing our ads on rental listing sites. \o/
So I'm going to get on that photo stuff.
plassyuing flight rising bc i can do that w right mouse hand
& weirdly, ipad & pencil 2 drawing on procreate. last night: sketches of pike & enperoro georgiou
ara ius playing the game arsenal an fps w evil chickens. i thought of you, rachelmanija
oik, typing 2 hard. see y'all l8r
“Cary doesn’t want a special name,” Kerry relays. “But that’s cause he’s mad we’re a system and he doesn’t want to be one because he’s being a jerk.” “Kerry,” Amy chides. “I’m proud that we’re a system just like I’m proud that we’re mutants,” Kerry continues. “There’s nothing wrong with it for the Davids so there’s nothing wrong with it for us.” She listens again. “Well other people are stupid. That’s their problem, not ours.” She turns to David again. “I was already trying to decide what our system name should be before—“ She falters, then rallies. “I think we should be the Karies. Kay ay are eye ee ess.” “Tell them I think that’s a great name,” Divad says. “And me!” Dvd insists. “Our system really likes that name,” David relays, and offers the Karies a smile.
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The exterminator came also, which is good because last night was like a nightmare in the kitchen. Things had been mostly quiet on the bug front lately, and I guess I got complacent because I was not prepared at all for last night. But I watched him spray the baseboards and put some gel on the lip of the backsplash above the sink where I can't reach, and hopefully that will take care of the problem. There's no food out and the sink is dry after 8 pm, and I wish they would just go away. It's so upsetting.
I also got the laundry done, and I'll fold it tonight while watching the Mets. Yesterday, I caught up on Brooklyn Nine Nine, which was a good choice, because it made me laugh a lot, and then last night's episode made me laugh even more. Everything with Holt was COMEDY GOLD. And Mark Evan Jackson looks amazingly attractive with that beard.
In other news, did you know that jelly shoes are in fashion again? I would like a pair of gold sparkly ones, but I doubt at this point I could wear them comfortably. I lived in them in the early 80s though. And those awful Dr. Scholl's sandals - you know the ones! - before graduating to Candie's.
Anyway, here is today's poem:
All Objects Reveal Something About the Body
by Catie Rosemurgy
Crisp is to the apple what
flexed is to the body.
Being bitten is to the crisp apple
what walking is to the ripe body, but it's more complicated than that:
the apple of the face has been given
to the running juice of the body
and the body, which is often gracious,
makes it shine.
Having a core is to the apple
what having a core is to the body, city, method, circumstance, endeavor.
Having a core is flower-shaped and hurts
in the way that having a shape hurts, which is to say
it hurts ironically, because to have limits
is not just to make a declaration upon a mountainside,
it is also to be the mountainside. Having a flowering core
also hurts in the way that being flower-like always hurts,
which is to say sexually, as if the whole self
has exceeded the skin, which it hasn't, which means
we always seem to be opening but never ever do.
Both these types of suffering color the air
when we pause to have them. The affected atoms
are hard to see amongst the billions
of sofa atoms, newsprint atoms
but, like the illnesses in the crystalline sea, they are there.
Red apple sliced, quartered, salted. Green apple,
alone in the basket.
Anything left on the shelf becomes weak,
suggestible, vulnerable to other shapes, hungry to be refilled
by something other than itself,
a poison apple.
The joining we do with others needs containing.
Imagine the mess. Imagine a finger touching the sack of the heart.
Imagine being stopped, controlled that powerfully.
Imagine nothing like that being possible. Nothing ever stopping you
at the root of the breath. Huge apple.
The world in reference to you. How you move. Time a backdrop.
Or close the other eye: you in reference to the world.
How it varies and happens simultaneously.
Character/Pairing: Thirteen/Missy, cameo appearances from the series 11 team
Genre: Angst, fluff
The Doctor and the Master are bound to feel each other's emotions. They've gone through periods of delighting in this connection and through periods of denying what they feel isn't their own.
After the colony ship, after regenerating, the Thirteenth Doctor struggles to relearn how to ignore the longing in her hearts.
It works until it doesn't.
crossposted to doctor_and_master
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Anyway, I'm about to leave work and brave whatever weather mess is out there. I'll be joining in on the writing fun (finally!) tonight. Jury's out on whether I go to yoga class this afternoon or not. Guess it depends on how bad it's coming down. (The roads where I live have a tendency to flood a little soooo...)
May you be dry and productive where you are!