so I kind of thoroughly destroyed my computer a day and a half ago, to the tune of "there is absolutely no way I can afford to replace or repair this right now," and so I will be even more absent than usual for the next unpredictable while.
there's a computer at school (where I am now!) and there is a computer at home that has no monitor currently and may or may not ever manage to make it online (since it also needs an ethernet cable that might be longer than any that are currently made) and I only have a month of school left and need to make up about forty more massages in the clinic, more or less, so it's not like I'm going to have time to do anything anyway, so ... possibly I'll be able to start posting again after graduation (June 19th)! and maybe it won't be until I get a replacement computer, which will probably be some significant amount of time after that.
in the meantime, I hope everyone stays safe, and if something needs my attention either email me or Rue because that's probably the best way of getting me. (I doubt I will look at any sort of RSS feed / reading list / et cetera, at least between now and September.)
at some point I am going to post a (filtered) picspam (a smallish one, I think!) and ramblespam about some of the many fictional characters (almost all male) swimming around my head.
(there is no lifeguard on duty.)
there are currently two people who have expressed interest in seeing this. one of them lives with me and the other one did not miss the small note posted previously.
If you are interested in seeing this, by which I mean seeing the way the inside of my head works and getting a VERY rough idea of who many of my noisiest characters are, this is the place to tell me that you are interested!
(if it is ~the future~ and you are looking back through my Old Entries and see this, because for some reason you felt the need to swim back this far having added me or while deciding whether to add me, and you are interested, go ahead and comment anyway and I'll let you know where it is once I've added you to the filter, whoever you are.)
so this one time, we were at the Metro 20, and I went into the men's room and discovered that it was the most well-equipped men's room I've been in in my life.
in the stall was the sports section of the paper and a bottle of Spic & Span disinfectant.
it was amazing.
I won't be going there again soon, though, because Rue has come down with swine flu, and so I get to hang out and take care of her through her time of quarantine.
since technically this makes me quarantined too, I ... think. ish.
(meanwhile, despite spending massive amounts of time around her, my only sign of illness has been a slightly-sore throat last night that hasn't been bothering me today except for when I went several hours without anything to drink. similarly my sister, despite picking up a wretched case of mono about two months ago [which I think means she has three more months to go before being considered clear of it], has not gained a case of flu yet despite a lot of traveling around with her boyfriend, who does now have a case of it.)
also, Tamiflu is a) real and b) fucking expensive. I bitch about the cost of my anti-inflammatories, but those are at least a 30-day supply for $80 ... not a five-day supply.
I was tossing around the phrase "Collaboration vs. Utilization in RPGs" the other day, which I'm aware by itself sounds like a ridiculously pompous phrase – what actually happened was I was trying to boil the concept down to the fewest possible words, and those were the ones I got. I think the concept itself is fairly simple; it started out as a comparison in the back of my mind the other night, and I managed to tease it out and actually look at it. When I did that
, I thought something along the lines of "... oh, well no wonder
I feel that way!"
So, to explain it, I'll start with the comparison. ( I'm cutting this because it's kind of long and I'd like to be polite, but I'd really like it if you'd read it anyway. )
Anyone in the local area -- within about a half-hour's drive of me, anyway -- who would like to be one of my massage practice
victims clients, now is a really good time to get in touch with me about it!
AJ, Hope, Kate, and Megan, I am especially looking at the four of you.
(Also you, John, although as you've gone before you are not at the top of the list; sorry.)
Please email me or send me a PM or even just leave a comment, whatever; usually I need about an hour and a half's block of time for paperwork and massage, and a space that is preferably at least 10'x5' for the massage table to go. If you do not have such a space, there are pretty good odds that there is such space in my living room as soon as the last boxes are gone.
You fill out some paperwork, including a brief (confidential!) medical history and (afterwards) a reaction page.
You get a free massage, usually about an hour's duration.
So please! Get massage and help me out! I need to practice on you!
so, uh, yesterday I got into a car accident!
I am mostly okay, except for the predictable flare and probably some whiplash; the other woman involved decided, after walking around to inspect the damage to her car and being a bitch to me, to complain of neck pain and get back in her car so the police would think she was a better person.
I went to see my doctor, who very conveniently was able to see me about an hour after I left the scene, and very kindly gave me a prescription for hydrocodone (also known as Vicodin) 5/500, which means five milligrams of the good stuff and 500mg of acetaminophen per pill.
(Now it's Saturday! um.)
I'm not sure what else to say, honestly. The police report is vague and seems unfavorable and also flatly contradicts physics and my memory, so we'll see if the other driver (the Raging Bitch™) decides to cause a fuss of some sort, in which case I will bring so much fuss the CPD won't know what hit them. (I might get my grandmother involved! When she's involved and the shit gets thrown down, her opponent will be on hands and knees cleaning shit out of the carpet and whimpering meekly for WEEKS. ... so to speak.)
I just want to include a note, here, that invisionary
deserve all the good karma reserved for this half of the week in this corner of the universe; not only did they gracefully allow us to show up way
too early on Wednesday and kidnap their kitchen, but John also kept Rue around all morning on Thursday so they could do some of our laundry (for free. FREE. No quarters were harmed in the cleaning of this laundry
), and then John took Rue to the scene so that she could make sure I was okay (as the EMS folks weren't doing a very good job, really), and later, after the visits to doctor and drugstore, John and AJ even more graciously let us come over and lean on them a lot.
I think I had about the brain capacity of their infant daughter, being highly unable to focus on anything but The Incredibles
for more than about two minutes at a time, and yet somehow AJ didn't seem to be annoyed with me! And we said we'd help with dishes after dinner and then flaked upon realizing how late it had gotten, so I feel super guilty, and if not for the fact that it's way too early and if I'm going to do anything other than a short nap and a shower before going to the parade, it's probably ... a long shower, so I can't exactly go head over there now for ninja dishwashing.
It's a nice mental image, though: someone sneaks into your kitchen, in the dead of night, utterly silent ... and in the morning, all your dishes have been perfectly cleaned and put away.
I currently have
five four invite codes for Dreamwidth (or, uh, dreamWIDTH, as I persist in teasing) that I am not presently using.
They are available on a first-come, first-serve basis.
Comment or email or somehow get me your email address if you are interested in using one of these, because I'm pretty sure that every person from my former list of interested parties has already gotten at least one, so they're open to whoever wants them.