| Blah! |
[Dec. 15th, 2009|09:31 am] |
Today I feel like I expected to feel straight after getting my teeth out, or perhaps the next day. Migrainy, sensitive to light, sound, and touch (sheets hurt! Sharon's hair brushing against my arm hurts!). There was a touch of this yesterday, and today is notably worse.
And it's affecting my mood in surprising and unexpected ways. Not bad, as such, just odd enough where I'm going, "Huh? Why am I feeling like that?" and wanting to send lengthy emails to a couple of people talking about my mood, partially because I'm finding it curious.
Oh well, time for more painkillers and to go back to resting in the dark. |
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| Priorities... |
[Dec. 13th, 2009|12:45 pm] |
One of the things I've become conscious of in recent months is my priorities. They haven't changed, I'm just aware of them now.
While my health and fitness has improved slowly but steadily since the stroke, I still have a fairly limited amount of spoons, and even when I'm doing well, it doesn't take much to steal them all if I'm not careful. I've been tending to beat myself up a bit for not getting things done, but then recently I realised how it is I work my limited resources. ( Read more... ) |
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| Question Meme (revisited) |
[Sep. 12th, 2009|12:25 am] |
Life is stupidly tiring and busy at the mo'. Lex is refusing to sleep, which woldn't be so bad but he insists we don't sleep either. So here is a mostly pre-written post I've been meaning to get up for ages.
Way back in January I did the Interview Meme. As it stood, I still had a bunch of questions to answer, I answered most of them at the time but babalon_93 hit me with five questions that required detailed answers, two of which were stumpers. And it's taken me until now to finally answer the two I found most difficult. All the rest were answered way back in early Feb. I haven't made any changes to my old answers to update them.
So, below the cut, my answers to questions posed by ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) stephiepenguin, arcadiagt5, and babalon_93. If you posed questions for me that I haven't answered here, feel free to repose them and I shall attempt to answer them sometime in the next eight months. ( Very long... ) |
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| Grump |
[Jul. 1st, 2009|11:50 am] |
I've had an interesting few weeks, in the good way. My headaches stopped about a week/week-and-a-half ago, and I've gotten a lot done in that time.
Amongst other things, I made space in the library for Sharon's desk and computer, and moved it all so that we now no longer have a computer room but Lex has a bedroom. Lex also now claps when he hears the word 'clap,' and he seems to be enjoying swimming.
Working with the wonderful arcadiagt5, we've gotten the Chronos Awards sorted, and will be announcing the nominees as soon as we've gotten a couple of small details confirmed. And the awards are being designed and made by two fabulously talented folks in the special effects/model-making field, so they should be nice.
I've fixed the ceiling fan in the bathroom, been visited by some good friends, and sent out surprise presents to a small handful of others. Plus, I'm doing some fun panels at the upcoming Continuum 5, and I was able to justify the purchase of the original Night Stalker series, and seasons 1 & 2 of Supernatural for a panel I have planned for C6! These fall outside my yearly budget of $100 for DVDs, because I basically need them for research, so huge bonus (paid for out of shop profits, rather than household budget)!
So, why did I wake up so dreadfully depressed this morning? ( Read more... ) |
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| That feels better... |
[Dec. 12th, 2008|09:53 am] |
Lex woke me at six, and rather than try to get back to sleep when I knew it was pointless, I got up and blearily started to wrap parcels. Nearly caught up on the business ones! Yay!
Then around nine, a story idea that appeared in my head last night crystalised into something writable. And so thirty minutes later, I had a 1000 word character piece which, unlike my last effort, doesn't totally suck. Oh, it needs a good edit and some tweaks, but I'm happy with it. Probably a 7/10, possibly an 8/10 if I get the editing right.
Just feels nice to have written something that someone may actually like to read. *happy sigh* |
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| Writing |
[Nov. 27th, 2008|10:23 pm] |
I wrote 764 words Tuesday night. It's the first bit of fiction writing I've tried in quite a while.
It's all tripe.
I don't normally come away from something I've written thinking it's crap. Rough, simplistic, needs work maybe, but not rubbish. I can see the gleam of the ideas and people, I just need to polish them. This was a turd.
What makes it especially interesting and frustrating is that I had this entire first bit in my head, and knew it worked, and what went down on the page wasn't what was in my head. Even now, I have it in my head, and I don't know how what came out on the page got there. Even as I typed it, I knew I wasn't saying what I wanted to. Never had that trouble before. Oh I may not have the exact words, I may not have captured the feeling I was going for, but I was usually at least in the right general area.
On the plus side, I don't think there's any random words or sentences, which was a big problem for a while after the stroke. And my spelling has gone to hell, but it's not like my spelling was brilliant to start.
Interesting to try and start again, but the new issues are disheartening. Oh well, I can but try. |
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| "You won't be able to take the baby on those trips of yours around Australia..." |
[Oct. 19th, 2008|01:30 am] |
A brief post for the many, many people who said we couldn't travel to remote places with Lex.
Post-Melbourne trip, my son, at 8 weeks, has seen more of the country than most of the people who offered me this advice, and we aren't home yet. Interestingly we have discovered travelling with him so far inland is no different than travelling with him from Canberra to Melbourne was.
10,000 years ago we all used to be nomads, yet somehow we managed.
And I have the Belwood!
A quick selection of pictures of places he's been, below the cut.( Read more... ) |
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| I need help! |
[Oct. 8th, 2008|12:37 am] |
No, not that sort of help, you bastards! I'm stuck. Genuinely stuck.
You see, just after Lex was born, we looked at his birth certificate and Sharon asked, "What are you going to put down for yourself as 'Occupation?'"
Without pause, and in a tone of voice that implied that it was a weird question, I replied, "Drover."
Then realised what I'd said. I haven't been a drover for over 15 years, but it's still so tied up in my identity that it's who I feel I am. So then I started thinking about it.
What is my occupation?
Strictly speaking I run a small business, but that's not who I am except from the perspective of wanting other people to be able to get this stuff too. It's what I do to stay sane given I've yet to defeat my inability to write fiction since the stroke.
I can fit into a box, but there'll be a lot of me sticking out the cracks and over-flowing the top.
One of my running gags has been that I should just put down Work of Art, because my life is my canvas and I just keep playing with it. You know, Bastard in the phone book, Danger as a middle name, always playing to the crowd, even when they aren't there...
Some may say 'This is Lex's Birth Certificate, he won't thank you for putting something silly on there,' and they may be right. But you know, every time I look at my birth certificate and see under occupation for my dad 'Slaughterman/Drover' it brings a palpable sense of who my father really was back to me.
And I'd kind of like Lex to have the same thing...
And let's face it, if he has my sensibilities, there's not much I could put down that would bother him.
So I've done a poll. I may not go with what people say, but it may help me figure out what I'm going to put down... So vote away! ( Poll below cut... ) |
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| 41 |
[Sep. 22nd, 2008|10:38 am] |
I'm freshly showered and shaved, I'm wearing red and white stripey socks and dalek underpants, and my son gurgling away in the bouncy gulag.
Today I'm 41 and all is right with my world :) |
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| Gender issues |
[Sep. 2nd, 2008|06:29 pm] |
We've been out and about a couple of times in the last two days, which has knocked the stuffing out of both of us. Many people have commented on our baby, and when they hear he's a boy, they all talk about what a good-looking or handsome child he is.
I'm thinking of introducing him to strangers as a girl now and again, just to see what they say.
Once I'm bored with that, I may start saying he's a hermaphrodite. |
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| Some people never learn... |
[Aug. 8th, 2008|05:29 pm] |
Sharon's pretty bright. She was certainly the quickest of my partners to be able to accurately guess where I was going with certain pieces of weird logic and silly jokes. But then some days she just doesn't think.
( Conversation from earlier today... ) |
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| Own/buy your friends... |
[Aug. 7th, 2008|06:06 pm] |
On a completely different note, am I the only one who finds Facebook applications like Own Your Friends/Buy Your Friends, kind of skin crawlingly offensive?
I'm not for sale, I am not owned. What there is of me, my friendship, love, and affection, is given freely, as it should be. |
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| *kaf* *kaf* baby *kaf* |
[Jul. 18th, 2008|11:45 am] |
I have a cold. It's to be expected. I'm mixing with a lot of people with swimming and such, not to mention going from a heated pool to the Canberra cold. It's slowing down my progress on getting through things, but I'm not fussed.
I was actually feeling crap enough that I spent several hours lying in bed yesteday. At one point, as I was lying there, I thought "Ahhhh.... this is a luxury I won't have shortly." Once my Manitou demon-spawn comes bursting out Sharon's back (how many people get that reference?) being able to actually rest while sick will become a thing of the past. ( thought on uncoming parenty stuff below cut. ) |
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| It's all me, baby! |
[Jul. 16th, 2008|11:21 pm] |
Swimming exhausts me for the entire next day, so you can imagine how buggered I am tonight after a lesson. I'm at the tired level where all my filters start to shut down one by one, so anything that's in my head starts to just come out. Fortunately typing filters things a little bit. But not much. I only just avoided replying to someone by saying, "Just send money... or naked pictures..." Given I don't know them that well, I rethought that one... just...
Anyway, my point here is my general silliness. After ten years of marriage, Sharon has just discovered that the silly stuff I do around her, mum, and other people, I also do when I'm on my own.
I thought she knew!
I was really surprised. I mean, I wasn't hiding it. Hell, I can't pass a mirror without gurning, or checking out how my body looks in different poses, and trying to decide which pose is funniest/stupidest/most likely to get a laugh. I talk to myself in silly voices. I mean I couldn't be as constant with my silliness if I wasn't this way when she wasn't around. The facade would slip. Oh I have my serious, quiet times. Lots of them. But the random acts of stupidity are always lurking in the background. And just because no-one else is present, so what?!
Shaz - 'I didn't realise you still do this stuff when you have no audience!'
Me - 'There's always an audience. Just because I can't see them doesn't mean they aren't there.'
harveystoat, gutter_monkey? I figure you're the two who would most be likely to do the same.
Life's too short not to be enjoying it every instant you can. Back me up, someone! |
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| Special people |
[Jul. 16th, 2008|09:26 pm] |
Last day or two I've been going through one of those periods I regularly go through, where I feel quite deeply the influence people have had on my life, and my appreciation of them. Some of them are folks that I don't see or talk to very often at all, but just knowing they are out there does wonders for me. They brighten my day just by existing. ( Cut for rambly explanations the like of which you've read before, so why bother? I mean really? )
So why not do it yourself. Send someone (not me) a brief message telling them... something! It can be appreciation for who they are, or things that they've done for you or other people. But do it! You don't have to wait for a reason, the fact that they are your friend and great should be reason enough.
Of ya go, ya buggers. Get writing! |
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| For those interested... |
[May. 30th, 2008|12:02 am] |
Got and email today and Sian thinks the sperm donor article with Sharon and I is in this weekend's Australian. No idea if it's Sat or Sun. |
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| Quote meme from PRK via Mynxii |
[May. 25th, 2008|09:14 pm] |
I'm still hiding out from the world, but in the absense of real content I present the following...
"Go here and keep hitting random quotes until you get five that resonate with you, then post them in your journal."
Half of the harm that is done in this world is due to people who want to feel important. They don't mean to do harm but the harm does not interest them.
T. S. Eliot (1888 - 1965)
In the long run, we get no more than we have been willing to risk giving.
Sheldon Kopp
And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.
Kahlil Gibran (1883 - 1931)
Life is a great big canvas, and you should throw all the paint on it you can.
Danny Kaye (1913 - 1987)
Family isn't about whose blood you have. It's about who you care about.
Trey Parker and Matt Stone, South Park, Ike's Wee Wee, 1998 |
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weird
contemplative
tired
cheerful
uncomfortable
curious
accomplished
mischievous
irritated
sick
hopeful