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dragonlady7) wrote2020-01-15 04:01 am
dragonlady7) wrote2020-01-15 04:01 am
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I absolutely hyperfocused and wikipedia-spiraled at work today except it wasn’t wikipedia, it was some bizarre website about Norse history, and it was only after I’d been reading article after article that I manually truncated the URL to find out what the fuck I was binging on and discovered it was the personal website of some weeaboo only for Viking stuff kinda guy, but it had really good cited sources and a ton of original photography and research on it, and anyway. I also watched a bunch of videos on turf building construction.
No, I’m not going to build a Viking longhouse to replace the yurt, but only because I don’t fancy trying to figure out what kind of turf would be suitable in this ecosystem.
And no I’m not going to write a novel about Vikings but I am absolutely going to write a fantasy novel loosely based on the colonization of Iceland only set, like, in the future. Adding it to the list.
I also finished editing and posting all the Iceland photos but I opted to make a comprehensive album that contains all the photos and therefore it’s not actually like… artistic merit like I usually do for photo selection, so there are some stunners but there are also like videos of the back of an airplane seat and stuff. I tried to make them chronological, that was my concession to logic. I’m just going to post a few of the highlights one at a time on Instagram probably.
I have done all of the cooking this week but at least dude has done several of the dishes?
I’ve seen posts about chore charts going around and I’m seriously contemplating getting one. Not just because so much of the shit I do is absolutely invisible to him, but also because I think surely he must do more around the house than I realize, and if we put it on a chart I wouldn’t feel so miserably alone in what feels like my single-handed attempt not to live like an animal all the time.
I need to buy myself a new dayplanner to replace the one I had actually been intermittently using for ten months when it caught fire. I still have its charred corpse shedding cinders onto the back porch carpet, I’ll have to steel myself and discard it soon but I want to look and see if there’s anything left but I can’t bring myself to so it’s just ashes everywhere. Sigh. (Yes, I found identifiable charred pages in the wreckage and salvaged them but that was really mostly just self-torturing of me.)
I’ve never used a dayplanner past March before, but it almost feels like a judgement against me to have this happen to it that one time.
(That’s not true, I had a dayplanner in Scotland, and lost it on a train, along with every bit of journaling I’d done about my first romantic relationship, and that was just really sad, and it took me a few years to try to pick up the habit again and by then I’d forgotten how that sort of thing works.)
I absolutely hyperfocused and wikipedia-spiraled at work today except it wasn’t wikipedia, it was some bizarre website about Norse history, and it was only after I’d been reading article after article that I manually truncated the URL to find out what the fuck I was binging on and discovered it was the personal website of some weeaboo only for Viking stuff kinda guy, but it had really good cited sources and a ton of original photography and research on it, and anyway. I also watched a bunch of videos on turf building construction.
No, I’m not going to build a Viking longhouse to replace the yurt, but only because I don’t fancy trying to figure out what kind of turf would be suitable in this ecosystem.
And no I’m not going to write a novel about Vikings but I am absolutely going to write a fantasy novel loosely based on the colonization of Iceland only set, like, in the future. Adding it to the list.
I also finished editing and posting all the Iceland photos but I opted to make a comprehensive album that contains all the photos and therefore it’s not actually like… artistic merit like I usually do for photo selection, so there are some stunners but there are also like videos of the back of an airplane seat and stuff. I tried to make them chronological, that was my concession to logic. I’m just going to post a few of the highlights one at a time on Instagram probably.
I have done all of the cooking this week but at least dude has done several of the dishes?
I’ve seen posts about chore charts going around and I’m seriously contemplating getting one. Not just because so much of the shit I do is absolutely invisible to him, but also because I think surely he must do more around the house than I realize, and if we put it on a chart I wouldn’t feel so miserably alone in what feels like my single-handed attempt not to live like an animal all the time.
I need to buy myself a new dayplanner to replace the one I had actually been intermittently using for ten months when it caught fire. I still have its charred corpse shedding cinders onto the back porch carpet, I’ll have to steel myself and discard it soon but I want to look and see if there’s anything left but I can’t bring myself to so it’s just ashes everywhere. Sigh. (Yes, I found identifiable charred pages in the wreckage and salvaged them but that was really mostly just self-torturing of me.)
I’ve never used a dayplanner past March before, but it almost feels like a judgement against me to have this happen to it that one time.
(That’s not true, I had a dayplanner in Scotland, and lost it on a train, along with every bit of journaling I’d done about my first romantic relationship, and that was just really sad, and it took me a few years to try to pick up the habit again and by then I’d forgotten how that sort of thing works.)