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dragonlady7It's misting out, in a sort of, "let's water your plants more gently than you do" kind of way. It's depressing, but in an enjoyable way. Except it's picking up now, which sort of spoils the effect. And here I was, settling in for a long annoyingly-dry summer of Disaster. Eh well! We may have vegetables yet! I have a full rain-barrel, that's for sure.
I looked out just now and there was that damn baby bunny again, over by the garage. I crept to the door and went dashing out to gitch it (I gonna gitchoo!! Onea these days, ya little stinka!), but it ... simply vanished. I don't know where it went. I can't fathom where it could possibly have gone. It's a phantom baby bunny. Which is plotting to phantomly eat all of our non-phantom lettuce. We had some lettuce for lunch yesterday, by the way, and it was excellent. So now the bunnies can eat it. Bastards!!
Dave's aunt stopped by while we were out yesterday, to pick some of our basil (ours is thriving, but hers hasn't taken off yet, and she needed it for a recipe). She left us some dill. (We have dill already, from her. It's doing well. We also have random dill volunteering in our vegetable garden, out of nowhere. Obviously Great-Aunt Matilda planted dill back there, but, uh, we cut the sod and removed it and turned the soil over to a depth of a foot, and the dill's still coming back. Good thing we like dill. Dave made salmon with dill last night and it was excellent.)
I guess we'll put the additional dill in the garden near the cucumbers. Why not? A pickle patch!!
Too bad it wasn't parsley: we actually need parsley, as ours is growing exclusively vertical and has almost no leaves.
(We also need mint. The "mint" Aunt Ruta gave us is carefully quarantined in a pot and, uh, neither smells nor tastes, nor looks, like actual mint.)
Also, Dave's mom is randomly giving us anise. With which I've no idea what to do, but we'll think of something. It's what we do: we think of something.
Now I was going to whine. What was I going to whine about? I hardly remember.
I'd planned on whining about the inexplicable tangles in my hair that I have been unable to remove despite persistent efforts, but I managed to remove them this morning. So that's out.
I am whiny about the pain in my neck. It's really bothering me.
I have a massive blemish on my cheek, which is ugly and gross. So there's that.
Mm, I can't remember what else I was going to whine about. So I guess I'll stop. But I was having fun, enjoying the cold raininess and the general feeling of sorriness for myself. (It's fun now and then.)
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tehta is more brilliant than I and in a short bit of Elf Theatre has boiled my entire angst-epic Nirnaeth Arnoediad Aftermath fic down into a tremendously humorous bit of dialogue. Bwahaha-- I mean, Le sigh. It doesn't help that I don't know where I'm going with it from here. I had a good idea last night, but I don't know if I can face all that Ecthelion-torture. I'm sorely tempted just to let the Elf Theatre stand, as it's much more entertaining than what I had in mind. *wallows* I don't know what to write next... Mmm, this wallowing is nice. It's kind of like... a mud-bath. I need to find more things to feel sorry for myself over. I'm enjoying this tremendously. Writing is haaaard. *wallow* Mmm.
" All this wallowing in self-pity is extremely egoistic. For shame!" Mmm, ego.
Oh, I know what I was going to whine about!
Having switched systems from an always-open Safari window with Gmail in one tab and my f-list in the other, in which I would refresh whenever the mood struck me to see whether i had new mail or anyone had posted something interesting, I now have a system of notifiers. iJournal's notifier is horridly buggy and I keep having to quit the program and drag the fucking icon out of the dock in order to clear the visual notification of new posts, which is a bummer. (I'm going to have to do it again in a minute.) The Gmail notifier is, however, working charmingly, and will quite soon be ready for beta testing.
But having this new system has transformed checking my mail and friendslist from something I do into a "don't call us, we'll call you"-- I am now deprived of all those little moments of hope when I go to check my mail and think "maybe there'll be something cool in there!" because I can just glance at the notifier and, since it actually works, know instantly that "no there's not". There isn't, and it will tell me when there is. Which there isn't.
Le sigh. Le boo hoo. I absolutely require hot chocolate. Now. Mmm.
I looked out just now and there was that damn baby bunny again, over by the garage. I crept to the door and went dashing out to gitch it (I gonna gitchoo!! Onea these days, ya little stinka!), but it ... simply vanished. I don't know where it went. I can't fathom where it could possibly have gone. It's a phantom baby bunny. Which is plotting to phantomly eat all of our non-phantom lettuce. We had some lettuce for lunch yesterday, by the way, and it was excellent. So now the bunnies can eat it. Bastards!!
Dave's aunt stopped by while we were out yesterday, to pick some of our basil (ours is thriving, but hers hasn't taken off yet, and she needed it for a recipe). She left us some dill. (We have dill already, from her. It's doing well. We also have random dill volunteering in our vegetable garden, out of nowhere. Obviously Great-Aunt Matilda planted dill back there, but, uh, we cut the sod and removed it and turned the soil over to a depth of a foot, and the dill's still coming back. Good thing we like dill. Dave made salmon with dill last night and it was excellent.)
I guess we'll put the additional dill in the garden near the cucumbers. Why not? A pickle patch!!
Too bad it wasn't parsley: we actually need parsley, as ours is growing exclusively vertical and has almost no leaves.
(We also need mint. The "mint" Aunt Ruta gave us is carefully quarantined in a pot and, uh, neither smells nor tastes, nor looks, like actual mint.)
Also, Dave's mom is randomly giving us anise. With which I've no idea what to do, but we'll think of something. It's what we do: we think of something.
Now I was going to whine. What was I going to whine about? I hardly remember.
I'd planned on whining about the inexplicable tangles in my hair that I have been unable to remove despite persistent efforts, but I managed to remove them this morning. So that's out.
I am whiny about the pain in my neck. It's really bothering me.
I have a massive blemish on my cheek, which is ugly and gross. So there's that.
Mm, I can't remember what else I was going to whine about. So I guess I'll stop. But I was having fun, enjoying the cold raininess and the general feeling of sorriness for myself. (It's fun now and then.)
Oh, I know:
tehta is more brilliant than I and in a short bit of Elf Theatre has boiled my entire angst-epic Nirnaeth Arnoediad Aftermath fic down into a tremendously humorous bit of dialogue. Bwahaha-- I mean, Le sigh. It doesn't help that I don't know where I'm going with it from here. I had a good idea last night, but I don't know if I can face all that Ecthelion-torture. I'm sorely tempted just to let the Elf Theatre stand, as it's much more entertaining than what I had in mind. *wallows* I don't know what to write next... Mmm, this wallowing is nice. It's kind of like... a mud-bath. I need to find more things to feel sorry for myself over. I'm enjoying this tremendously. Writing is haaaard. *wallow* Mmm." All this wallowing in self-pity is extremely egoistic. For shame!" Mmm, ego.
Oh, I know what I was going to whine about!
Having switched systems from an always-open Safari window with Gmail in one tab and my f-list in the other, in which I would refresh whenever the mood struck me to see whether i had new mail or anyone had posted something interesting, I now have a system of notifiers. iJournal's notifier is horridly buggy and I keep having to quit the program and drag the fucking icon out of the dock in order to clear the visual notification of new posts, which is a bummer. (I'm going to have to do it again in a minute.) The Gmail notifier is, however, working charmingly, and will quite soon be ready for beta testing.
But having this new system has transformed checking my mail and friendslist from something I do into a "don't call us, we'll call you"-- I am now deprived of all those little moments of hope when I go to check my mail and think "maybe there'll be something cool in there!" because I can just glance at the notifier and, since it actually works, know instantly that "no there's not". There isn't, and it will tell me when there is. Which there isn't.
Le sigh. Le boo hoo. I absolutely require hot chocolate. Now. Mmm.
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Date: 2005-06-16 04:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-16 05:04 pm (UTC)WELL, SHIT.IT IS JUST AS WELL. I MUST ATONE FOR MY DEEDS.no subject
Date: 2005-06-16 11:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-17 03:02 pm (UTC)Oh, you mean-- oh, right. Well. Actually. I haven't made much progress but I do feel like the Sexual Healing thing is kind of silly. So someone besides Glorfindel may actually be the one who helps him rebalance his brain. And actually, usually with real PTSD cases, the realization is internal. But, honestly, I was drinkin' Singapore Slings last night instead of writing. :D
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Date: 2005-06-17 09:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-19 01:09 pm (UTC)At the moment I am stuck over Alqualonde revelations. They do not fit here. They must happen earlier. I can't figure out when. Ecthelion is not an idiot: they would have to happen early.
I think E's recovery is going to have to be multi-stage. At the moment I do think he is too distraught to listen to reason. I think something is going to have to alleviate his actual insanity first, and just taking a nap isn't going to do it. Glorfindel will undoubtedly use his considerable sensibility to help him make sense of all the guilt and trauma, and the Alqualonde experience will definitely be brought up there, but I don't think it would actually help E. much if it were actually a revelation. So I think G is going to have to fess up very early. And I don't know what E will have said. So I have to think about that. And I... Bah. I have tomorrow off. so maybe I can think about it then.
On another note, something just changed at HASA and I can no longer use it with Safari. That blows hugely. I may not be posting anything else there. That sucks. My mood is not improved.
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Date: 2005-06-19 02:20 pm (UTC)A few days back I had a thought: I don't think it makes sense for Ecthelion not to know that Glorfindel came from the Feanorian host, but I can see Glorfi sort of failing to mention that he actually killed someone during the Kinslaying. I mean, just seeing it is a reasonable reason to leave the Feanorians. And Ecthelion might think that Glorfindel's mother rejected him earlier, when he decided to leave. (Many families seem to have split over that decision.)
Anyway, I think *my* Glorfindel's plan in the same situation would be to convince Ecthelion to act more-or-less normal, no matter how crazy he feels, because it is his Duty to continue being useful, isn't it? And I think acting sane might help him reach sanity.
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Date: 2005-06-19 02:58 pm (UTC)Well, I mentioned my travails in the comment I managed finally to leave in the workshop discussion I was commenting in, and since it's a story the webmistress is writing, well, she'll read it. If I have time later I may attempt to figure out just what doesn't work and make a more comprehensive email out of it all, but at the moment I'm just pissed off. It seems to be a new system, and the error I got said "this doesn't support Safari. Don't bother with a bugreport." Which struck me as hostile and rather offputting. I like Ang, am addicted to her Hands of the King, have emailed her over a number of issues, and it strikes me as unlike her to tell my browser to fuck off, but it remains rather upsetting.
> don't think it makes sense
I am faced with the fact that really, I have to work out that conversation, and figure out who knows what. I don't know if Glorfindel could bring himself to tell Ecthelion the whole truth-- but I don't know if Glorfindel could bring himself not to, either. He is someone who doesn't do the duplicity thing very well. Although he does blithe ignorance quite well.
So I kind of have to take some time and do that. Which annoys me. And that's what I don't like about the last scene I posted, with Glorfindel trying to talk sense into Ecthelion-- there's nothing really wrong with the scene, but it has a quality (to me at least) of skating around what I don't know, and so it doesn't go places it should. It is not directed from within, it is directed from without by my knowledge-gaps concerning the background.
Acting sane would at least be a start, though. You're right.
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Date: 2005-06-20 10:22 am (UTC)