Blog Buddy Crystal on Bead Happily Ever After asked some entirely reasonable questions, so here we go!
1. What bad habit are you having a hard time breaking?
Procrastination! Or else having so many projects that no matter what I do, I'm putting something off, which LOOKS like procrastination even though I'm always as busy as I can physically be! But I hate being bored, so...
2. What’s the best decision you’ve ever made?
Dialing a phone number ooooone more time.
3. What’s your favorite place for daydreaming?
See that first answer? I can zone out anywhere, anytime, any situation! It's hard to tell over the internet because-- hey, why can't I upload my consciousness into a robot body? Maneuver it like a toy, at a distance? I know there's primitive computer interaction technology and-- ah! The over alarm!
...Everyone will be relieved to know I don't drive.
4. When do you feel most confident?
When I've got a migraine coming on. Pleasant, no! But prodrome brings with it the sort of belligerent certainty that causes great wars and starts new countries, and makes me think that this time I can totally write a novel! Tonight! Of course!
...It'll work someday, goldurn it.
5. How long could you go without talking?
I've got laryngitis, so I guess we're about to find out!
6. What makes you mad without fail?
People telling me what to do with my body. "You should get some sleep, Cara!" "You need to eat more vegetables!" "You should try this medication I never researched that you already tried three years ago at peril of your liver!" Noooo, it's my body! And I'm a big girl! I don't WANT a nap!
See, it's making me mad just thinking about it!
7. Best way to wrap your guy around your little finger?
Give him bacon! Actually, that works on me too...
Now go look at Crystal's blog! It's ever so much more dependable than mine, and full of fun conversation!
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Saturday, September 25, 2010
Friday, October 17, 2008
Daily Sketch: Dentist!
Gyah, missed yesterday! Hope I didn't worry anyone too much.
I'll catch up later, but here's the sketch for today:
I have a peculiar affection for dentists. Their work is so straightforward, like a sort of medical carpentry. And I like the little birds that dentist* in the mouths of giant (relative to them) monsters.
Hence, this picture, which is about half- done.
*In English, any noun can verb. Try it!
The lovely MVincent- Mannie of Mannie's Mandibles has tagged me once more! Hurrah! In keeping with today's sketch, I'll make mine medical:
1. I had reverse headgear and a palate spreader for three years. Right in the awkward tween years. Gangly, uncoordinated, shooting people with rubber bands when they broke off my sharp metal chin-prongs. constantly drooling-- oh yeah, I was a charmer. I knew I could never believe anything my mom said when she insisted I was *still* an attractive child. Love you mom, but you were lyyyying! Or possibly insane.
2. I wanted to be a surgeon when I was a teenager. I still would like to be able to do that, but it's not a physical possibity ("I shoot with this hand"-watch Blazing Saddles, you'll get what I mean).
3. Relevant to #2, I have dissected:
two fetal pigs
3 frogs
a cat
2 rats
All before my junior year of high school. I do in fact know where the spleen is and what it should look like.
4. I have never broken a bone. I have dislocated every single joint in my body at some point, with the possible exception of the cranial suture (the joint in the top of the skull).
5. I can usually reset any joint I happen to dislocate, except my ribs. Anyone with good tips on self-manipulating their ribcage, there's a population of EDSers waiting to give you a prize.
6. I am missing a tooth. This is not because of poor hygiene, or even my usual native weak enamel, but because the tooth just failed to show up after its original baby version disappeared.
7. I have been stung by bees, wasps, and scorpions several times, and it just gives me a bit of a buzz and makes me giggly. But booze makes me pass right the heck out; I can't even drink enough to get a hangover. I have no idea why this is, since biochemistry is not my thing. But as alcohol is easier to avoid than scorpions in my life, I'll take it!
I'll catch up later, but here's the sketch for today:
I have a peculiar affection for dentists. Their work is so straightforward, like a sort of medical carpentry. And I like the little birds that dentist* in the mouths of giant (relative to them) monsters.
Hence, this picture, which is about half- done.
*In English, any noun can verb. Try it!
The lovely MVincent- Mannie of Mannie's Mandibles has tagged me once more! Hurrah! In keeping with today's sketch, I'll make mine medical:
1. I had reverse headgear and a palate spreader for three years. Right in the awkward tween years. Gangly, uncoordinated, shooting people with rubber bands when they broke off my sharp metal chin-prongs. constantly drooling-- oh yeah, I was a charmer. I knew I could never believe anything my mom said when she insisted I was *still* an attractive child. Love you mom, but you were lyyyying! Or possibly insane.
2. I wanted to be a surgeon when I was a teenager. I still would like to be able to do that, but it's not a physical possibity ("I shoot with this hand"-watch Blazing Saddles, you'll get what I mean).
3. Relevant to #2, I have dissected:
two fetal pigs
3 frogs
a cat
2 rats
All before my junior year of high school. I do in fact know where the spleen is and what it should look like.
4. I have never broken a bone. I have dislocated every single joint in my body at some point, with the possible exception of the cranial suture (the joint in the top of the skull).
5. I can usually reset any joint I happen to dislocate, except my ribs. Anyone with good tips on self-manipulating their ribcage, there's a population of EDSers waiting to give you a prize.
6. I am missing a tooth. This is not because of poor hygiene, or even my usual native weak enamel, but because the tooth just failed to show up after its original baby version disappeared.
7. I have been stung by bees, wasps, and scorpions several times, and it just gives me a bit of a buzz and makes me giggly. But booze makes me pass right the heck out; I can't even drink enough to get a hangover. I have no idea why this is, since biochemistry is not my thing. But as alcohol is easier to avoid than scorpions in my life, I'll take it!
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Six Secrets
I got tagged by the lovely Good Witch Too to come up with six secrets about myself. Because, she says, I am one of "chatty ones". Hmph! Says me, and Hmph! Again! Doesn't she know I am a shy subtle introvert? Well, fine, I'll play, just to show that I'm a good sport despite libelous awful slander, and also because I have desperately wanted to be tagged in a blog game for like three years. Thanks, Witchy!
This one is a problem,however, because I don't *have* six secrets. I'm a very open person, and I have no shame. So this is more "Six things people haven't asked much", ok?
1.Lavender makes me ill. I don't mean I don't like it, I mean it gives me headaches, and, if ingested as in tea, makes me nauseous. This puts me at odds with about 70 percent of the holistic relaxing products out there.
Yet I appear to be resistant to all forms of insect venom. Ants,spiders, bees, wasps, bark scorpions...all have had their fangs and/or stingers in me, numerous times, with nothing more than the momentary pinprick annoyance I would get from any sharp jabbing. If civilization collapses, I'm totally turning bee hunter and selling the honey for my upkeep.
2. My best friend in high school came to my wedding, and that was the last time I really saw him. That was ten years ago. I still miss him every day.
3. I don't ascribe to any of the standard religious belief systems even a little, but I have absolute faith in my own way. To put it in the geekiest non-math terms possible: I believe this life is like a session of a tabletop RPG, the best ever invented. We're here to experience as much as possible, to have fun, and to learn how to be more ourselves. Everyone when our characters are sometimes at loggerheads it's good to remember we're all playing for the same reasons. And when this session is over, and we regroup for the next campaign, if the big GM Over All feels like handing out character points they will not come for picking the right ideological horse, or accumulating the best swag, or even having the most impressive character (fun as that all might be), but will instead be based on how well we were true to our character in this life, and how much we added to the game for our fellow players.
Also, I am totally going to be a superhero in my next campaign. Just for contrast, you know.
4.I have written fanfic.
If you do not know what that is, please do not attempt to find out.
If you do know, let me hasten to add that mine, at least, had neither Mary Sue nor sex scenes.
Nor are they published, online or otherwise.
Nor are they on my surviving computer's hard drive.
Yes, my old shame is gone! Bwahaha! I laugh the laugh of someone who will never have her adolescent prose held against her.
5. I am really hilariously disabled. Between the seizures, the daily migraines (every time I craft, draw, write, or otherwise create, it brings on a migraine. I mean a whopper. The longer I work, the worse it gets. This doesn't stop me or anything, but it's an irritating sort of tradeoff- the ability to interact with the world? Or the ability to create my own?), and the genetic connective tissue disorder, there's not a part of me that works right. I'm so very obviously disabled that I got approved for SSDI *on my first try*, in *under six months*. Unless you've been through the process or know someone who has, you don't know what a freakish rarity that is. As one of my husband's coworker's put it, "What is she? A head in a jar?!?"
Which I'm not, but I do have maybe eight semifunctional hours in any 24 hour period. The rest of the time I'm unconscious or immobile. I don't talk about it much because for me it's so old hat it's boring. But it's still there, and it affects everything, even when I'm having a good day, because I know I'm borrowing that day against the pain later.
But hey, I look good doing it!
6. I have modeled nude. Among my many malfunctioning systems is apparently the one that controls modesty and shame.
Nonetheless, I do not post pictures of myself in any identifiable capacity, because I like to maintain an air of mystery. I'm such a very blatant person, this sort of paper mask is the only one I can maintain. *choke* It's my only chance to be narratively interesting! Please don't take it away!
And seriously, if there's anything you're wondering about me, ask! I cannot tell a lie! Or shut up! It's like a syndrome or something.
Ooh, I have to tag people. Well, if they're following along, I'd love to hear from:
Mannie Mandible, who clearly has a playful streak,
Darkling Woods, who seems very mysterious to me,
Sygnet and TagsandButtons , who probably won't have the time, what with the running one of the chattiest groups to ever chat, but I'd still like to hear their Six,
Mondry, Miss Yknot herself, because she and her name both tickle me,
And Zappy Turtle, because how could I not love a zappy turtle? Look at that little shell!
Ok, now. Honestly. I'm a'goin'. I have work to do. Really! Quit poking me with the pitchforks! At least leave comments!
This one is a problem,however, because I don't *have* six secrets. I'm a very open person, and I have no shame. So this is more "Six things people haven't asked much", ok?
1.Lavender makes me ill. I don't mean I don't like it, I mean it gives me headaches, and, if ingested as in tea, makes me nauseous. This puts me at odds with about 70 percent of the holistic relaxing products out there.
Yet I appear to be resistant to all forms of insect venom. Ants,spiders, bees, wasps, bark scorpions...all have had their fangs and/or stingers in me, numerous times, with nothing more than the momentary pinprick annoyance I would get from any sharp jabbing. If civilization collapses, I'm totally turning bee hunter and selling the honey for my upkeep.
2. My best friend in high school came to my wedding, and that was the last time I really saw him. That was ten years ago. I still miss him every day.
3. I don't ascribe to any of the standard religious belief systems even a little, but I have absolute faith in my own way. To put it in the geekiest non-math terms possible: I believe this life is like a session of a tabletop RPG, the best ever invented. We're here to experience as much as possible, to have fun, and to learn how to be more ourselves. Everyone when our characters are sometimes at loggerheads it's good to remember we're all playing for the same reasons. And when this session is over, and we regroup for the next campaign, if the big GM Over All feels like handing out character points they will not come for picking the right ideological horse, or accumulating the best swag, or even having the most impressive character (fun as that all might be), but will instead be based on how well we were true to our character in this life, and how much we added to the game for our fellow players.
Also, I am totally going to be a superhero in my next campaign. Just for contrast, you know.
4.I have written fanfic.
If you do not know what that is, please do not attempt to find out.
If you do know, let me hasten to add that mine, at least, had neither Mary Sue nor sex scenes.
Nor are they published, online or otherwise.
Nor are they on my surviving computer's hard drive.
Yes, my old shame is gone! Bwahaha! I laugh the laugh of someone who will never have her adolescent prose held against her.
5. I am really hilariously disabled. Between the seizures, the daily migraines (every time I craft, draw, write, or otherwise create, it brings on a migraine. I mean a whopper. The longer I work, the worse it gets. This doesn't stop me or anything, but it's an irritating sort of tradeoff- the ability to interact with the world? Or the ability to create my own?), and the genetic connective tissue disorder, there's not a part of me that works right. I'm so very obviously disabled that I got approved for SSDI *on my first try*, in *under six months*. Unless you've been through the process or know someone who has, you don't know what a freakish rarity that is. As one of my husband's coworker's put it, "What is she? A head in a jar?!?"
Which I'm not, but I do have maybe eight semifunctional hours in any 24 hour period. The rest of the time I'm unconscious or immobile. I don't talk about it much because for me it's so old hat it's boring. But it's still there, and it affects everything, even when I'm having a good day, because I know I'm borrowing that day against the pain later.
But hey, I look good doing it!
6. I have modeled nude. Among my many malfunctioning systems is apparently the one that controls modesty and shame.
Nonetheless, I do not post pictures of myself in any identifiable capacity, because I like to maintain an air of mystery. I'm such a very blatant person, this sort of paper mask is the only one I can maintain. *choke* It's my only chance to be narratively interesting! Please don't take it away!
And seriously, if there's anything you're wondering about me, ask! I cannot tell a lie! Or shut up! It's like a syndrome or something.
Ooh, I have to tag people. Well, if they're following along, I'd love to hear from:
Mannie Mandible, who clearly has a playful streak,
Darkling Woods, who seems very mysterious to me,
Sygnet and TagsandButtons , who probably won't have the time, what with the running one of the chattiest groups to ever chat, but I'd still like to hear their Six,
Mondry, Miss Yknot herself, because she and her name both tickle me,
And Zappy Turtle, because how could I not love a zappy turtle? Look at that little shell!
Ok, now. Honestly. I'm a'goin'. I have work to do. Really! Quit poking me with the pitchforks! At least leave comments!
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