Nadia

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.

Hahahahaa I got a Jem and the Holograms shirt. It says "CREW" on the back, which makes me laugh more. (But it's a Large, and I'm a Large and all...except it's a men's Large, which is slightly different. I'm going to have to belt it or something.)

Also a small typically-cryptic book update: The light at the end of the tunnel comes ever closer. Not that it's anywhere near finished, but I can actually see the pieces falling into place, the story coming together, the holes being filled. It's like every time I sit down to write, I add this-that-or-another block to the Lego castle.

(It occurs to me that my poor metaphors are unlikly to inspire trust in my potential audience.)

I was always impressed by authors who put out a book every year, but I can see now that if I put more focus on it I could probably do it. It's just a matter of shoving it onto paper.

If I get published, there may not be a sequel, for I might explode with joy.


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Warhammer Fantasy is Lord Of The Rings on a cocktail of steroids and GBH.
And Warhammer 40000 is the above on a cocktail of every drug known to man and genuine lunar dust, stuck in a blender with Alien, Mechwarrior, Starship Troopers and Star Wars, bathed in blood and turned up to eleventy billion (and then set on fire). Twice. With chainsaws.

Time to offend some people on LJ! Because I seriously never do that here!

Here's what's pissing me off this time: FOX's More to Love.

( FOX's More to Love is a load of bullshit. Come argue with me. )


TL;DR: STABBY STAB STAB I still hate television. Also, I have really good spelling. But I can't close my html tags.

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Grandpa Dreadnought: WHAT IS WITH THIS 'BLU RAY' NONSENSE? I REMEMBER BACK WHEN YOU DID NOT HAVE TO BUY A NEW MEDIA DEVICE EVERY 6 MONTHS!

Anon: Blue Ray is Tau technosorcery. It's blue (Coincidence? I think fucking not!)

Grandpa Dreadnought: BUT WE ULTRAMARINES ARE ALSO BLUE.

Rubric Marine: Tzeentch has a Blu-Ray, and several other kinds; he watches a movie on random ones.

Tech Priest Naile: Ultramarines are secretly minions of Tzeentch, keeping the Raven God's minions in line. Now Ultramarines are awesome.

Theurd the travelling Librarian: This all seems to be going as planned.

Dear FL:

Stop talking about Michael Jackson, because some of the things people are saying are seriously ignorant and pissing me off, and I don't want to start an LJ war by offending someone over a topic so stupid.

In other news, I feel like shit, so maybe I'm just extra bitchy today.

(I've been losing weight, though, finally, after all this time. I rule.)

( Some random bitchery )

Listen to this: two of my friends are having some kind of issue with each other that nobody quite understands. They're at the point where they'll be in the same place together, but won't speak to each other. So there's a big group of us playing a board game, like 8 people, and X sits down with us and we're all like, oh, yeah, join in. And Y says, "I'm not really comfortable playing with someone who's not talking to me," so X gets up and goes outside to smoke. X can't leave (I would have) because I was the one who drove her there.

Isn't that the most intensely rude thing ever? I actually didn't hear Y say it, I was talking to someone else, but I really wish I had. I would have flipped my shit.

I was trying to stay out of the problem between these two girls, but guess what? You just made it my business.

I think that from now on, if someone complains to me about anyone, my response is going to be, "Because you're such a prize, right?" FFFFF

( Moving Right Along. )

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I forgot to wish sachicoon a happy brithday. @_@ I'm really sorry. I'm dumb. You're one friend who doesn't piss me off on a regular basis; I should be nice to you. (lol)

Or maybe I won't even make a playable army, but just Totally Not Serious conversions, because apparently I can't take anything seriously for more than five minutes.

(LJ has been eating my posts lately.)

Also, Emperor purge /tg/ for getting the line "Many fine books have been written in prison" stuck in my head, except that it's Ciaphas Cain saying it. FFFFF

(Remember these? I got sucked in again.)


( You open one of the 996 boxes on this floor and find... )



( How could anyone throw THIS away? It's... )



( Dig Deeper... )

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I'd love to run a Cyberpunk style game about the Warehouse. It would be the most confusing, trippy game ever. Warehouse 23, the RPG.

( Actually, it would be awesome to play it this way: )

The biggest problem is that you wouldn't be able to propose the game to anyone, because they'd already know the plot.

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I just found a box with "A brand-new copy of Hello Kitty 40,000.". GG, Warehouse 23.

COWORKER 1: "Why does everything need to be so God damned difficult?"
COWORKER 2: "Because it's just like farts in a tub."

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Oh, TOW.

Through martial skill and might, Abaddon has won the respect of the other traitor legions and is shown to be an inspiration to the Chaos Space Marines. Ciaphas Cain described him as being 'a bit cranky in the morning'.

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Speaking of Slaaneshi-Turned Sisters of Battle:

To me that is as ridiculous as having a Canoness walk up to Lucius, say "You know, you should really stop that", and he just goes "Oh, you're right, my bad." and returns to the Imperium.

All these quotes mean I'm trying to make an army list before I buy, but I'm having a hard time deciding what I want, because I don't have enough experience to know how I'm going to function. So I'll probably end up going with my current plan, which is Buy One Of Everything and go from there.

Note to self: upload that electrocute album. Dammit, game night tonight.

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you still get wounded on a 6. now what would 1,000,000 lasguns do when weilded by bs 1 clerks...even if you had re-rollable 2+ saves you would still take 771 wounds.

Rogal Dorn: "See? MATHS PROVES MY POINT!"

Horus: Scoffs. "So what? I have a 2+ save against logical arguments"

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EDIT: Holy crap, I just heard that twenty people got laid off from where I used to work. What a dump.

Back to the doctor. So much fun. Hurry up. Answers. So tired. It's starting to affect my life.

Or maybe it's been affecting it for a long time. I've just grown complacent.

(Man I want this one pair of shoes, but I just bought like four other pairs. I'm hesitating because they're more than I want to pay for, but they're actually $200 shoes, so maybe I shouldn't complain about $30?)

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EDIT: OH fine I give up.

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Magnus the Red: "I had no idea of what went on behind the scenes … or left out of the narrative, as the case may be"

Ahriman: “This is all just for one Legion. Imagine mobilising nine of them, and the entirety of the lost and the damned!"

Magnus the Red: “I have new respect for Abaddon now"

Ezekyle Abaddon: "Well 'Despoiler' is just what I'm known by the Imperium. Amongst the forces of Chaos, I'm referred to as 'Abaddon The Lord of Red Tape'. People fear my mastery of paperwork and run in terror from my bargaining skills. Hell yeah, Marneus Calgar; suck on my 'Charter For Equal Pillaging And Spoils For The Thirteenth Official Black Crusade'!"

( A little health babble. )

Been inactive on LJ. Dunno why. Just not interested? Felt pretty crappy all last week. Feel pretty crappy today. Talking to the doc today. I wish they'd hurry up.

Emotionally I feel good, though. I'm losing weight and getting into better shape. It's nice when your boyfriend actually notices and compliments you.

Here's a gay gawff haiku:

the delicious dead
blueberries in the graveyard
it rained a little

I spent Friday night at the bar talking about Dragonball Z. Lol.

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For telophase:

Shikigami Zeppelin Teacher is a shoujo manga that takes place in a society that is airborne, where all buildings and landmarks (skymarks?) are suspended far above the ground. Noboru Hideki is the teacher on the floating classroom Shikigami. His 7th grade class accidently goes on adventures as it travels the skies, and they all end up learning valuable lessons.

I'll draw up a super-shoujo cover spread tonight after work. I'm thinking Noboru-sensei will look like Indiana Jones.

lol, glad to know you guys are suffering, too.

My fucking period is giving me a major migraine. I love being dizzy all day.

Rheumatoid factor (RF)
Antinuclear antibodies (ANA)
C-reactive protein (CRP)
Uric acid (UA)

All normal. YAY I can finally use this image!



(As opposed to this one.) (At least, it's assumable.)

So. It'll be July till I find out exactly what the deal with the possible-fibromyalgia is.

Picture it: comic book called Super Force, where the four fundamental universal forces of elecromagnetism, gravity, and strong and weak neuclear forces band together as heroes. Gravity will have a fallout with the others, but will eventually reunite the team to fight against the Dark Energy, Quintessence.

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I'm trying to personify the forces now.

Strong Neuclear will be the leader, honest but anally goody-goody.

Gravity will be smart and manly but brooding (like Batman).

Weak Neuclear will be the geeky techy guy.

And Electromagnetism will be the handsom but distractable ladies man.

Q is the standard cackling black-clad villian.

Plots will be metaphors for physics theories.

Dialog shall be riddled with high-brow jokes.

Now they all need capes.

(I'm actually starting to really like this idea.)

Friend's List Notes:

1. Man, LKH is complaining about needing to research for her writing, and then the next day is all, "Oh, that's just what the story needed to keep going!" Like it's a surprise? Has she ever written a book before?

2. Circumcision is a barbaric practice that I will never inflict on my children.

3. Hahaha, I like how the girls are laughing at someone's grossness, but don't think anything of using a picture of a butthole to do so. Ah, NETS.

4. Dear FL, tagging your entries doesn't work if you don't put commas between your words and phrases.

5. I hate Twitter feeds. If I wanted to see them, wouldn't I have Twitter already?

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I didn't finish my sewing, but I did start and finish the embellishments on a spank-y skirt. It's an aqua 3 tier that I've had it kicking around for a long time now. I added two lace-trimmed hearts made of pieces of a hacked kid's sweater. They're colorful stripes made of something really soft and fluffy, with a hint of sparkle. Tacky as hell, looks great.

The rest of my outfit is missing something. I've always had a hard time with layering. I think I need a tank to go over this shirt. Back to the thrift store.

(Actually, what's here is good. Pink/aqua argyle socks, my sparkle magenta converse match one of the heart stripes, and my spring green shirt also matches a stripe. And then my loads of plastic jewelry, of course.)

I picked up a couple other thrift things: a super-short pink skirt with two dotty ruffles, a weird longsleeve tee with "mary jane" and a cartoon girl, a perfect heart-covered thermal, a pink furlined hat. Plus a hoodie that'll probably go under the kinfe. Total cost: $7.

(I really need to get a camera.)

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For some people with ADHD or related disorders the itching and scratching of the skin is a way of self-stimulation. The pain helps to activate the brain and to stay focussed for a while. Many people with ADHD are not aware of these habits.

I'm aware of it when I start, you know, bleeding. I'm just impressed that I'm still itchy when there's no more skin left.

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Man, reading all these Spank! blogs makes me want to start a punk clothing store. It would be so awesome. Not sure if around here is the place to do it, but we used to have a big punk scene. It would be so cool, going around and buying items, making a bunch of fun things.

(Actually, now that durby's going, maybe the scene'll pick up again. Hmm.)

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( Fun With Fibromyalgia (Er, just looking stuff up.) )

This weekend I barfingly-rainbow carebear corset shirt, fairykei style. It'll have a matching (arguably matching) skirt that pink with hearts and all ruffles.

I'm going to have to think of some way to spruce up the corset's detailing. I was thinking of adding a pink ruffle around the top, and maybe some cute false buttons. I've got rainbow-colored ricrac to put on the front seams, too. I haven't decided if it's "enough".

(Today I'm dressed properly lolita, though. Well, minus the hair.)

There was a second skirt I wanted to make from this pattern, too, but I couldn't find the right fabric for it. I swear it was there the last time...maybe I imagined it?

(I suppose I'll just be grabbing anything that's appropriately colored, now. Like I need more fabric in my house.)

(The trouble with fairykei is that I think I'll fail at failing. I'm one of those lolitas who likes lolita because I've always sucked at coordinating. But you're kinda supposed to clash with spank!-esque stuff? Watch me not be able to pull it off.)

I don't smoke pot regularly. I haven't smoked it in years, come to think of it. I consider myself, therefore, non-biased.

Let's put it this way:

A few years ago I had a painful gum infection. It was pain where my choices were throw up or cry. I have never been in such pain in my life.

I was prescribed hydrocodone, aka Vicodin. That's a pretty common, normal pain medication. I spent the next three days throwing up violently, unable to keep anything down, with my head spinning drunkenly. I'd black out if I stood up.

I looked up the side effects of this drug. Beyond nausea and vomiting, and beyond fainting and blacking out, the final two effects were BRAIN DAMAGE and DEATH. I stopped taking it.

A few years ago I smoked some pot, one of the handful of times I've used it. I felt a little light-headed, and playing GTA made me flinch every time I ran into something, so I switched to watching TV. Part way through I realized my neck didn't hurt.

I have had neck pain for as long as I can remember, constant, unending pain. My neck didn't hurt. I cried.

So the side effects of marijuana are, what? Being "high"? From personal experience, it seems like the side effects of pot were a hell of a lot more desirable to doctor-prescribed narcotics.