Nadia

Does wearing neon-pink pants make me more or less gay?

Just FYI.

In the "bad" category:

- I have been diagnosed with Rheumatoid Arthritis, an autoimmune disorder which can be crippling as it advances. We've caught it surprisingly early, though, and I don't have any joint damage yet, at least. I love mystifying my doctors.

- My mom is putting one of the cats down, whaa. She's like 18 years old - ancient. She was sort of "my" cat (I cried about leaving her when I moved out of my parents, lol). But she can't keep food down any more. Poor old fat thing.

- I THINK I MAY KILL SOMEONE IF SCHOOL DOESN'T START SOON. (It won't until January.) It pisses me off because I could be done with it by now, I swear. Just give the the GRE and get it over with, fuck.


In the "good" category:

- I'm starting a medication that, if it works, should not only keep the joint damage at bay, but I won't feel tired and hurty for no reason anymore.

- Also, all of the other blood tests I had came back negative, so I don't have Lupus or Leukemia or something. Which is nice.

- I start Roller Derby this week. I'm probably going to be a Ref. One word: outfits.

- My boyfriend is awesome and agrees with my life choices such as eating organic (which now makes up 90% of my diet) and living in a log cabin (which we're probably going to do instead of buying a house).

- Speaking of diet, I've nearly stopped my dairy intake completely, and I'm having less stomach problems, which is good. (Although it kind of chafes me because I'm not lactose intolerant - I took the test - but aparently my lame digestive system just can't handle it.)

- I "borrowed" my mother's sewing machine. I made an awesome tutu skirt, and I'm working on a Lolita dress that's pastel blue cordoroy with embroidered snowflakes, which I'm going to edge with white fur. It's going to be awesome.




And for the locals, we're having a Halloween party on Friday the 30th. Come in costume, BYOB, let me know if you don't know where I live now. You know me, my parties are awesome.

I got this work-related email today:

WALK NAKED IN AMERICA DAY
Don't forget to mark your calendars. As you may already know, it is a sin for a Muslim male to see any woman other than his wife naked. He must commit suicide if he does. So next Saturday at 4 PM EST, all American women are asked to walk out of their house completely naked to help weed out any neighborhood terrorists. Circling your block for one hour is recommended for this anti-terrorist effort. All patriotic men are to position themselves in lawn chairs in front of their house to prove they are not Muslims and to demonstrate they think its okay to see nude women other than their wife and to show support for all American women. Since Islam also does not approve of alcohol, a cold 6-pack at your side is further proof of your anti-Muslim sentiment. The American government appreciates your efforts to root out terrorists and applauds your participation in this anti-terrorist activity.
God bless America
It is your patriotic duty to pass this on. If you don't send this to at least 5 people, you're a terrorist-sympathizing, lily-livered coward and are in the position of posing as a national threat.

In related news, I dressed in Lolita for the first time in a long time. Last year I was loli all Summer, but I live in an area that gets insanely humid, so let's just say the results were...not so loli. Thank the Gods for Autumn. (Centerpiece: Meta carousel skirt.)

Guess what's back on the table again?

I no longer feel the need to be politically correct when it comes to religion. I've always tried to be nice, because I understand that spirituality is an important part of humanity, and I have serious respect for people who make sacrafices for causes they believe in.

But I don't see why that should extend to beliefs that are fucking stupid.

If you think God wants you to throw yourself into buildings, you're an idiot.

If you think God wants you to suffer because it's wrong to take medicine or infusions or a doctor's help, you're an idiot.

If you think God hates science and wants you to plug your ears and shout "LA LA LA", you're an idiot.

And if God really does want any of those things, he's a fucking asshole, and if I ever meet him, I'll tell him to kiss the broad side of my ass.

Currently listening to: MC Hawking, "Fuck The Creationists".

Applied to go back to college. Finally.

A.S in Mathematics, possibly expanded to a B.S. if I feel like it. Sending my essay tomorrow, then it's just waiting to hear back. FAFSA done. Semester starts in January.

Also, I kind of want to join Mensa, just to be a pompus ass.

(Fun Fact: I just spelled "Mensa" incorrectly.)

I have nets on my compy now.

( Some technobabble. )

I got woken up at two in the damn morning by cops stopping someone right under my bedroom window. They gave him drunk tests. They apparently felt the need to SAY EVERYTHING VERY LOUD. I hate them so very, very much.

9:30 - bed
10:30 - fall asleep
12:00 - woken up by ??
1:00 - fall asleep
2:00 - woken up by loud cops
3:00 - fall asleep
5:00 - time to get up

Not a happy camper.

I scraped all the skin off one of my knuckles a week ago, and now that it's healing, it itches so much I want to scream.

I learned to purl.

Oh god dammit. Fucking Worcester. What a shithole. New Hampshire doesn't want your shitheads, Massachusetts - stay out!

To view an ebook or long pdf file on your iPod: http://www.ipod-notes.com/. Awesome.

Lolita Meme.

I'm a Classy Classic lolita who likes to write poetry while reading G.L.B's, and I'm a big spender!

Specifically, I write limericks.

There once was a loli named Hanna
Who secretly longed to be Mana
She scrimped and she saved
Till her willpower caved
Her Moite made her top banana

Er, okay, maybe not.

(Dear Internet, "Hanna" does not rhyme with "piano".)

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jgs     /////~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~/.-'

        MY INDICES ARE CONTRAVARIANT



...That is all.

Vect is officially my hero and mentor. (I think this is my favorite chapter.)

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40KQOTD:

You wake up. You are on a massive throne connected to countless cables and tubes, all stuck in you. Around you are a bunch of big guys with armor, tech spears, and pointy hats, none of whom have noticed you are awake. You don't have much of a memory, but you're pretty sure the last thing you did was sacrifice the last bit of your power to kill your favored son-turned-evil.

You have a mighty urge to take a piss.

For some reason you are happy that you look like glam superstar David Bowie. You don't know who he is, you just know this is a good thing.

(Everything about that thread is awesome.)

Something just terrible happened to me yesterday.

(You can stop worrying right now - I'm be facetious.)

I'm craving chocolate poptarts something awful - you know, all melty and gooey inside - but since I can't eat them I go to the store to find a suitable substitute. I find these:



Mmm, those look good, right? This shit right here:



That shit be raisins.


(The bars actually would taste fine if they'd been called "rasin bars". They just don't taste like chocolate. They're like Fig Newtons.)


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Here's the link to the Rainbow Wank. From here. I meant to post it yesterday and forgot.

My favorite part is the discussion on the definition of the word touch, which goes something like this:

- Rainbows can't actually "touch" the ground because they're made of light, which is a "visual phenomemnon" not a physical one

- Light can so touch things because it's made of particles

- "Yes, light particles are real things, but the ones hitting the ground don't hit your eyes so you can't see them now, can you?" Quote.

(I want to reply: Except that the act of SEEING involves light particles bounching off things and into your eyeballs, so if you see a rainbow on the ground, it's bouncing off the ground and into your eyes. SCIENCE! But why would I bother replying? WE'RE ARGUING ABOUT RAINBOWS, GUYS.)

Rainbow wank. It really made my day.


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Yawning is a side effect of the medication I'm on. Yawning. I cannot stop. It's driving me insane.

I just read wank about rainbows.

The Tuesday game has been postponed for X amount of time, but the Sunday game has started up again. Our DM is a teacher, and it's harder for him to do in during the school year, so our meetings are sporatic.

I won't get into the whole backstory, but we're all around level 8, currently exploring a desert tomb, looking for a legendary artifact to help save our homeland. The last game we had our asses handed to us so there was much biting of fingernails at the beginning of this session.

In one deep sanctuary we find a Djinn who'll lead us to the artifact, if we prove worthiness by killing all the nearby mummies. We do a decent job, setting them on fire with magic and torches and convienietly-timed Turning from Yours Truly.

But then we meet a Greater Mummy. He causes automatic Fear paralysis. Everyone fails their rolls. I fail by one.

Oh shit.

But wait! I am a Priest of the Goddess of Luck. You know what my special power is? Once a day, I can ask for the Luck of the Goddess, and add +1 to any roll.

But this is a Greater Mummy, a Special I can barely hope to Turn. I'm the healer, I don't do damage (plus my THACO sucks). What could I possibly do?

I roll a 20. I Turn him. The only roll that would Turn him.

The Goddess takes care of her children, eh?

Fudged some 4chan icons.







and the one I'm using, of course.

Commisar Fuklaw disapproves of my lj icons.


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Oh, and: pagan_nh. I got annoyed with there not being one. Got to spread the word - I'm thinking of actually taking out a local ad.

EDIT: Amazing how one little hyphen can screw up an entire post.


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Oh, and I'd been meaning to get a Delicious account for ages, because I bookmark things all the time and never ever find them again. So yeah.

Homosexuality in Viking Scandinavia. Gay Vikings: better than Folgers.

(Actually, I'm really becoming interested in Asatru. It appeals to me and shares a lot of the same beliefs I hold that Wicca-based systems don't quite match. Plus, their unspoken motto is "Asatru: The Religion With Homework". How awesome is that?)

EDIT: Oh, I meant to add: "History is altogether silent as to the practice of lesbianism in the Viking Age." Actually, history is almost entirely silent about lesbians in any culture. Most women didn't write, most men didn't care.

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Prof Gets Payed to Troll. I wish I was him.

However, he states, "If you aren't a member of the tribe, you get whacked with a stick. I look at social groups with dismay."

I look at it as fucking awesome. There are some tribes I want to be a part of; there are others I want to troll. Sometimes they're the same place. It's called socks.

I think it's interesting that he calls normal people "medieval and crude" in the way they treat trolls, but he says nothing about the trolls themselves. I wonder what he thinks. I might shoot him a letter.

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A few random notes:

Happy Birthday Nikola Tesla. You were quite a Dude.

Also wearing a new wig that is the best thing ever.

Will report in on crummy health maters later.

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EDIT: Hooookay. Phew. All went as planned. (Except that the street I live on, the street I work on, and the street that the clinic is on are all under construction. Argh!) I now have low doses of Ritties and Citalopram, hur hur hur. Hopefully we'll see some improvement.

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Oh! And two amusing dream stories: I had the most VIVD dream of eating a blue raspberry lolipop. I could frigging taste it. Then when I left for work this morning:

ME: See you after work.

BOY: *asleep* Yeah, today I'm going to find a better trade. *rolls over*

ME: Are you talking about World of Warcraft, honey?

BOY: Yes. No. Wait....

ME: Go back to sleep.

Um, remember how we all had a Period Party last month? I don't get to celebrate with you guys this time - mine's started an entire week early. Let me smell you guys so we can get back on track.

(Stress is the most likely culprit. Amusingly, when I looked it up, a girl who had the same problem jokingly blamed it on the full moon. Just funny since that was the night before last.)

You know what's a giant inspiration to me? The Gnomes.

Did anyone else read that as a kid? I love that shit. It's been my model for secies creation for a long time. I love how detailed it is, everything from skeletal structure to how they decorate their homes.

(And speaking of their homes, if I had the money, I would sell everything I own and buy a giant piece of land and build a rustic house in the woods based on it. I have this werid fantasy about living self-sufficiantly, growing my own food and making my own clothes and furnature.)

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Related: Hey, librarians and book people. I'm looking for a book. Something that specifically tracks plants during the year: when they sprout, when they bloom, etc. It's great to know "blueberries come out in summer", but I'd like a more accurate timing, preferably by week, "blueberries appear around week 26". Specifically New England area, or at least the US.

( Continued babble. )

(Let's try this again.)

This is in response to this post of dwg's. Anita Blake fans/enemies can join in.

( Concerning Anita Blake versus Religion )

Good Sweet Lord, can you imagine Merry and Anita meeting? Has that fic been written? I'm totally going to do it. DON'T MAKE ME.



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(Might as well edit this entry, as it's already about books.)

Starting Tailchaser's Song, by Tad Williams. I think I'll like it: I like the author, I like cats, I liked Redwall.

I'm only through the introduction, which I actually enjoyed due to the author's self-depreciating sense of humor so similar to my own. (Most intros are boring.)

More importantly, I also found it inspirational. Here's a guy who worked a dozen crummy jobs since High School, never quite finding his niche. He does vague artistic stuff without direction on the side, with only occasional non-serious writings. One day he just up and decided he was good enough to write a novel, took a couple years to type something up, then picked his nose for a while. Now he's this famous full-time author, right?

Sound familiar? Can my life go that way, seriously? Is this just my Time Of Crummy Jobs? I don't need to be Famous, but if writing could be my life....

Time to push aside this writer's block and keep going with Book 1.

Fuck you,Livejournal. Fuck. You. I'm fucking sick of my posts being eaten. Is this happening to anyone else?

Oh, awesome. Friday's my appointment to get back on my old meds and possibly some new ones to take care of my suspected fibromyalgia, but I got to wondering if there were problems taking both together. Not only is it okay, but people are saying they work great together. Frigging sweet.

Also, another symptom: holy shit, is that why I'm itchy all the time??

Counting down the days.

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sachicoon, I didn't see your message until now. I can't check my email at work, and I can't use my work email, but you can send me a private message through LJ if it's not too late.

Finished Fallen Angels. *waggles finger* Oh, that wacky Chaos.

Please let me go back to sleep.

Who here thinks Minekura-sensei must be bisexual?

Hahahaaa I've talked to that woman before. This was our conversation:

LADY: *mumbles something too quiet for me to catch and hands me an anti-abortion pamphlet*

ME: I'm not here for an abortion. I'm here to buy birth control, so I don't have to have an abortion.

LADY: Ohhhh, but DON'T you KNOW? Birth control is SOOO BAD for you!!

ME: Whatever, idiot. *walks away*

Apparently she's been towed away by police before for crossing the line with the people she approaches.

I'm all for the right to peaceful protest, but lordy she's an idiot. She's not been there the last few times I picked up pills, (un?)fortunately.


(Fun fact: I spelled "birth" as "bitch" and had to fix it. Yes, I was there for my Bitch Control Pills, because otherwise I bitch too much.)

Holy shit, 40K wank?? Hahahahaahaaaa! This gives me great joy.

Also: I can't believe there's still Otherkin wank.

Today is a good day.