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| Monday, July 13th, 2009 | | 10:00 pm |
| | 9:06 pm |
Things I have been thinking about.
It was nice to hear a standard vox-pop broadcast from Pakistan. Regime-change by words and nudging, and not gun-toting. I am probably getting a horribly one-sided view of the issue, but the theme of the report was ordinary Pakistanis going 'wait, what?' about what living under the Taliban thumb means, and then wondering how come they're flogging women in what sounds like the Pakistan equivalent of Birmingham, instead of it being a weird rural thing 'way out there' like they'd been thinking. I do feel it's all very simply presented though, so I owe it to myself to read more. I had a weird episode of rage earlier. I just... snapped. Not even about anything in particular, but it manifested as wild resentment about the state of downstairs, which got relentlessly tidied with absolutely no regard for anyone else's happiness or wellbeing. Pol and Random are going to be sorting out paper for weeks, probably. On the other hand, the living room is now somewhere I can relax, instead of a sort of distressing maze of absolute cluttered awfulness and rubbish. I feel a lot better. I was terrified of the fallout afterwards, but there hasn't been any. Apart from bursting into tears at random moments, that is. I don't think I'm very well... Pol was weirdly calm about the whole episode when he got home and even praised me for tidying up. He'd been shopping and cooked stew for dinner. Random got a kebab and we all sat together in the more or less tidy living room and ate and chatted. It was, in fact, wonderful. For me, anyway. It was like being at home, a feeling I've not had for a long while. I've been spending weeks basically hiding in my bedroom and trying to disappear. When I have appeared, I've been snappy and miserable. I have plans to wash my bedding, have a shower and get dressed in proper clothes, even though it's pretty close to what should be my bedtime. I am not going to sleep early tonight and I want to get my self-respect back. Mental health can be like that: you crash and burn for a while and then you pick yourself up, dust yourself off and start building your sanity again. Basic routines. Eat, sleep, wash, dress. This entry was originally posted at http://supermouse.dreamwidth.org/9283.html. Please comment there using OpenID. Current Mood: drained | | 8:57 pm |
| | Friday, July 10th, 2009 | | 7:49 pm |
| | Thursday, July 9th, 2009 | | 12:50 am |
Things I have been thinking about.
Not an awful lot, to be honest. I got very poorly on Monday and ended up in A&E with a 'you're fine, but you weren't wasting our time' combination of D&V and abdominal pain. It turned out I'd just hurt muscles in my abdomen and back with being sick. I can recommend the workout, I lost six pounds in a day and gosh, am I toned down thee. On the other hand, without very strong anti-emetics, it would have been an emergency eventually, and they gave me another strong dose on top of the emergency double-dose from a GP before they would let me go, so I was really quite poorly. Perhaps another plan would be better then. I have gone right off wasabi beans, probably for good. Tuesday was mostly recovering, followed by a tooth clean and even some shopping, coming back in the most severe blat I've walked home in since a teenager. I got soaked, and I am usually a bit of a Granny Weatherwax for staying merely damp in rain. I read that some London Underground stations got flooded in the same rain, but I don't know about locally. I cooked! Yes, yet again the day was All About Me. Today has been housework, given that I did not awaken until 5am, television, cuddling with Pol and a short bout of hieroglyphs. I am actually inclined to go to sleep soon. Current Mood: relieved | | 12:36 am |
| | Sunday, July 5th, 2009 | | 6:05 pm |
This weekend.
If I was supposed to be thinking about things online, well... I haven't. I had a night of poor sleep, not going to sleep until 3am or so, then up at 8am after frequent waking, before going off to the game tired, headachey and out of sorts. I had a wonderful day. Sessifet took me there, via Tescos for munchies, so I got to have sushi (yay, even unto the warned-about RAW FISH which you can apparently now get there) for breakfast, with champagne rhubarb yoghurt after, which is very nice. All washed down with strawberry and rhubarb smoothie which turned out to taste entirely of bananas. I mean ridiculously so - it tasted more 'banana flavoured' than of real bananas, even, like reddish Nesquick. I had brought the ingredients for ham sandwiches, but was invited instead to lunch by Tim, so I lunched on a nice beef pie, home-made mash, veg and gravy. Proper food. Very nice. Then mostly I read until the game began. The game was good. We all very nearly died, but didn't quite, in an epic battle with twists and turns and drama and despair and final, hard-won victory. I don't think any of the party are very keen on going up against a party containing a Minotaur ever again. 34 strength when in rage and a whirlwind attack. Ouch. Compared to that, the druid that popped in and out of trees to surprise-attack people was merely annoying. We actually took an attack out to coup-de-grace the Minotaur just to make absolutely sure no more surprises were forthcoming. There was a funny spot when we had to decide whether to save our geomancer, played by ccooke, who was frozen by Hold Monster next to a Blinking spellcaster with lots of cold spells, or whether to all go at once after a fleeing nearly-dead cleric in very shiny, very expensive adamantium plate armour. I was out of the room when the final decision was made. When I left, it could have gone either way. By the time the battle was over, it was about 11pm and Sessifet was waiting to take me home, so I cleared out very quickly and was still a bit buzzed when I got home. It was a good game. Current Mood: pleasedCurrent Music: Radio 4 | | 5:40 pm |
| | Friday, July 3rd, 2009 | | 6:34 pm |
Things I have been thinking about.
In a fit of my usual self-centeredness, my cares have all been about Biting Midges, which are teeny, teeny, tiny little mosquito-like flies the size of fleas with a very, very itchy bite. They're a major pest in the West Highlands of Scotland, Australia and apparently parts of Horwich. I'm used to the non-biting sort, so I only found it mildly annoying when dozens clustered eagerly over my arms and face. In Nottingham, they generally just want a break before they use your body heat for cool and sexy thermals to wander round and round in. But these ones fly first class and like a refreshing drink before they go up again. I can't take antihistimines, generally, either. Yay. Hydrocortisone cream helps a little. I say all this, while Sessifet is hobbling about with quite an amazing round missing patch of skin and flesh. It is to shaving cuts what the Grand Canyon is to river valleys. I still have a scar from a shaving cut of similar depth and smaller magnitude. I'm vaguely aware tennis is going on, somewhere. Otherwise I am avoiding the news assiduously, fairly sure I will otherwise only get upset, both at what is being covered and what isn't. This does include the Iran election mess. Quite a lot of the time I am not even aware of the weather. I am aware that Torchwood is doing a play every day on Radio Four, so after The Now Show, I am off to Listen Again. Current Music: The Now Show, Radio Four | | 6:19 pm |
| | Wednesday, July 1st, 2009 | | 9:22 pm |
Things I have been thinking about.
I do not have enough spoons for everything I want to do, and this sometimes gets my goat. I am actually happy, because I am getting annoyed at not being able to do things, rather than feeling worthless and useless because I failed at my plans. I want to be able to rant about a bad day the way techies rant about clueless users. Migraines are arseholes. Today's crept in enough to make me feel too out of it to really get going when shops were open, then sauntered off at the stroke of 4pm. The swine. Then it came back at about 6ish when it looked as though I might be going out to socialise, and dragged me off to my room and quiet and no-people. Again. Cereta's post On Rape And Men got to 4019 comments at last glance, which is astounding. I have to load it in IE if I want to read it, because otherwise ff (with auto-expand widget) runs out of memory and falls over. Mentioning it led to #afpers asking me to link to it, and then discussion on the contents and those discussions were fairly good, I thought. And yes, yes, I do always link to discussions five weeks after everyone else. It takes me that long to think things through. I was introduced to Wanda Sykes today and I mention this so I will remember to go and watch more. So the link is to a search page and not to teh funny directly. Current Mood: aggravatedCurrent Music: Birdsong | | 9:09 pm |
| | Tuesday, June 30th, 2009 | | 11:02 pm |
| | 9:47 pm |
| | Monday, June 29th, 2009 | | 7:15 pm |
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| | Sunday, June 28th, 2009 | | 7:38 pm |
| | 7:16 pm |
| | Saturday, June 27th, 2009 | | 7:50 pm |
Things I have been thinking about.
Radio Four had an Any Questions with one of the questions being How Dare Those Stupid Muslim Women Wear Burkas In Our Nice Clean Country? I paraphrase, but that's the gist of the response. It was all very circumspect, but the overall answers amounted to the following: A. Muslim women wear Muslim dress because they are forced to by men. B. Those Muslim women who *want* to wear it are saddening because they don't know any better. (The answers just did not encompass the idea of Muslim women having any agency at all). C. Muslims need to fit in with Our Way Of Life, which includes complete religious tolerance as long as you don't display Islamic dress. D. All Muslims come from Saudi Arabia or Iran. E. Showing flesh is also a bit sad. Just not as sad as covering up. F. The only positive outcome of wearing concealing dress is not revealing your age and lack of conventional attractiveness. I was not impressed. There also wasn't any attempt to explain what a burka *is*, and how it compares to a niqab or a hijab, so I got the impression that the talk was encompassing the latter two under the name of the former. It's raining! It just started now. The strawberry plants will like that. I left Sessifet in the lurch: I got halfway through cleaning the oven and faded out, then forgot *all* about it until this evening when I went down and found the oven clean and used. Oops. I won't blame Sessifet at all for being miffed. I left three punnets of strawberries out to go mouldy, too. They were going to be Surprise Milkshake for Pol and Arwen last night. Oh well. Current Mood: accomplishedCurrent Music: Radio 4 | | 7:38 pm |
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