daily moments in images and words
I still sit like this. Now when I do it, my elbows turn a bit further out, and my hands a bit further in, and people tell me I should stop doing that, ack. and yet. I still sit like this. three...
I woke up this morning to the alarm and a screaming headache. Tried to ease it, failed, and called in sick, and went back to sleep with a handful of painkillers and a weighted lavendar bag on my eyes. It worked. I woke up at noon feeling marginally more human, if a bit migraine groggy. Which is good, as I have a conference call in an hour, and I need to clean up my presentation for Montreal tomorrow, pack a bag, and drive up to Canada in a few hours. But first I needed to tend my thumb; I smashed it with a mallet...
"This is quite a project I've undertaken." I offer Spock eyebrow. He elaborates. "To watch all the Treks in order.""It's a long-term commitment we've undertaken.""We? You're not watching all of them. You're watching, like, half, sporadically.""Yes. That is my project.""I think your project is to endure my project." Sorry, everybody, I'd stay to chat, but Jean Luc is on the big screen, and I have a project to participate in.
While I was in DC, I was sitting talking with Sarah Houghton. She posted a year ago about Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome, which she has and copes with daily. A short bit: "EDS causes every collagen cell to be faulty and programmed to be too stretchy. This means that skin, tendons, ligaments, and other collagen-heavy body parts are super-stretchy and flexible. For example, I can touch the tips of my fingers to the back of my hand. Joints are very unstable, painful, and dislocate often. Oh the stories I could tell...
Because everyone needs one. What's on yours? Bad Day - FuelF**kin' Perfect - PinkSober - PinkClose Call - Rilo KileyWindmills - Toad the Wet SprocketDear Avery - The DecemberistsDesperation - Miranda LambertDon't Carry It All - The DecemberistsA Long December - Counting CrowsJane Says - Jane's AddictionCrowing - Toad the Wet SprocketWho Says - John MayerDancing On My Own - RobynBetterman - Pearl JamA Murder Of One - Counting CrowsUnwell - Matchbox TwentyCome Back Down - Toad the Wet SprocketGrenade - DelilahIf You...
I was just at the opening reception for the conference at which I'm speaking tomorrow, and I came upstairs to spend an hour working on the last details of the speech, whilst texting with Justin and...
I got back from DC last Saturday night. I worked about 70 hours in the subsequent 7 days, and I leave for San Diego on Wednesday around 4:30 am. So, naturally, after spending a few hours working this morning (fortunately, curled up in the loveseat in the office, with a blanket and a cat), I spent the day doing chores. I picked a broiled chicken clean so that we have a box of chicken in the fridge for salads and sandwiches. I made meatloaf, mac and cheese, and garlicky spinach and mushrooms for dinner. I washed...
Huh. With the exception of the food poisoning at New Year's, I haven't gotten really sick in a while. I mean, I take the occasional sick day for headaches and back pain, or for I-feel-really-crappy-and-need-to-sleep days, but it's rarely a major illness. I came home early on Friday, after spending two days drinking that godawful effervescent Airborne stuff, because by Friday at lunchtime I felt like walking across my office to get a water bottle was the equivalent of swallowing sandpaper while climbing a mountain...
I have a tshirt that says that. I also have one that says Self Rescuing Princess. And one that says Wrex Is My Wingman, which is an in-joke about Mass Effect that, in essence, indicates that I'm Shepard, and gonna save the fucking world. I read this, just now, from a romance novelist talking about herself, and about her two best friends: "Which may be why I write such overwhelming heroes and such vulnerable heroines. My heroines have a lot of what I feel inside and cover up. I’m a kick-ass woman — I don’t...
Theme created for Posterous by Obox
