Damn Awesome: Not Just For Macros of Obama

I'm at work, hoarse and silly sounding, but at least here. When I'm NOT here, I'm trying not to talk, but I am very tempted to go to the beach tomorrow, early in the morning. I don't have to talk there, just lay out and drink water with tons of lemon in it and read a book or three. I can leave before the rush and go home and sew, ideally, so that I can get this shit done. Since Spacepants is being standoffish guy again, and I don't have the patience to be around other people right now anyway, I might as well use the time now that I can sew without getting dizzy.

I did manage to get the necklace done (nine strand pearl 4mm bead choker, which I've never done before and will do differently next time, but since the last necklace I made was about a decade ago and eight strands less, I think I'm cool with it) and the flowers sewn onto it. And then I forgot to get a blue rosebud, so I painted one of the pink paper ones with nail polish. I cosplay with great ghetto, I do.

I haven't started on the Cylon 6 dress yet. I fear it. I think I may need to run very thin elastic through the seams, or the draping on this lovely red microfiber is going to get very unflattering very quickly. Anyone have ideas?

Miko, darling that she is, sent me a great high quality photo of the bracelet, and... I'd already cut and filed down the metal bits. Which are wrong. But oh well, because I am Very Damn Broke and I cannot spent any more money on these. I am missing the wig, and that is going to be the subject of this and next weekend's bargain hunting, and that is IT. If I screw up, I am just going to have to deal.

I should not be drinking this half cup of coffee, but I am. So there. The green tea with lemon will resume after this sweet, sweet, cinnamony goodness.

Thing that is good.

I'm going back to bed now.

99.7 degree fever (I tend to run low normally) and I just cried my eyes out at the finale of Chi's Sweet Home.

Yeah, this day's been a wash.

So.

Uh.

If I were to maybe start reposting the Utena Thumbnail Theater eps on here, what might be the thoughts from folks on that? And hopefully starting 'em up again. I mean, I don't have the resources to bring my site back right now, but LJ is certainly an option... I miss doing them.

ATTENTION TO ANYONE EVER:

PLEASE PRINT OUT AND REFER TO THE FOLLOWING SHOULD A QUESTION ARISE IN FUTURE EVENTS.

IF YOU ARE A MAN, AND YOU HAVE ENJOYABLE, VOLUNTARY SEX WITH ANOTHER MAN, AND YOU ARE SEXUALLY ATTRACTED TO MEN, YOU ARE GAY OR BI. ESPECIALLY IF THIS OCCURS MORE THAN ONCE.

IF YOU ARE A WOMAN, AND YOU HAVE ENJOYABLE, VOLUNTARY SEX WITH ANOTHER WOMAN, AND YOU ARE SEXUALLY ATTRACTED TO WOMEN, YOU ARE GAY OR BI. ESPECIALLY IF THIS OCCURS MORE THAN ONCE.

TRANSFOLK ARE A DIFFERENT KETTLE OF FISH AND I WILL THANK YOU NOT TO CONFUSE THE TWO.

IT IS REALLY NOT DIFFICULT HERE, KIDS.

(Brought to you by stupid people ALL OVER THE PLACE AAAAAAAARGH.)

(Yes, I am very crabby today. The other receptionist has been out for two and a half days and doing her work, on top of my own, on our busiest days of the week... it wears on me. My kingdom for a competent backrub.)

Yesterday was a personally historic day, as it marked My First Migraine.

Yaaaaaay.

Ooog, that was a bitch of a headache.

So, how're things?

Edit; ::has just skimmed the flist for the last two days:: Well... shit.

Me: Good Morning, thank you for calling [Company], this is [MyName], how may I direct your call? (I emphasize this with every call, in the vain hope that someone will actually pay attention and not start telling me about their gall bladder issues.)
Caller: Hi, I bought your [pet product] for my dogs, and I gave it to my dogs, only it sixty hours and refrigeration so I wanted to know if it's a good product-
Me: I'm sorry, ma'am, I'm just the-
Caller: -have two dogs and eight years and five and a half and-
Me: -receptionist, and I can't answ... (oh forget it, she says to herself, and waits it out)
Caller: ...two dogs so like I said want to know if the product is good.
Me: So you have a technical question regarding the refrigeration of the product, correct?
Caller: I have a QUESTION.
Me: Yes, ma'am. Your question is nutritional in nature, correct?
Caller: YES, a QUESTION. I have a QUESTION.
Me: Okay, our nutritionist can help you with questions about our probiotic produc-
Caller: I HAVE A QUESTION.
Me: Yes, ma'am, I understand that. I'm going t-
Caller: ANSWER MY QUESTION.
Me: I'm sorry, I'm just the receptionist, so I can only direct your call-
Caller: I HAVE A QUESTION. A QUESTION.
Me: I'm going to transfer you to our nutritionist now, please hold.

...what was so confusing? Seriously? The hell? This woman wasn't hard of hearing- she didn't do any of the stuff one learns to recognize through years of CS phone experience and having a sister who works with deaf kids. The connection was fine. She was either a native English speaker or had become fluent enough that she no longer had any sort of accent. She wasn't particularly old. I had three other calls coming in, all of which went to voice mail because I couldn't get this woman off the line. Humanity confuses me.

Getting close to Costume Crunch time for SDCC. Does anyone who is more up on Battlestar Galactica than I am know where I could get a really clear shot of the silver bracelet that Baltar's model 6 is wearing in the Last Supper picture?

But the Lovebot dress is coming along- tailored it much closer to fitting, converted to strapless, wired the hem, and got some boning in there. The nice thing is that because it's all going to be covered, the underlying structure of the whole thing can be ugly as hell- it'll be invisible once I get the floof on over it. More of that to come, and then I start in on making it the 80s prom nightmare I know it must be. But who found clear lucite stripper shoes for six dollars after tax? Oh yes, that would be ME.

White Queen... is not going to be completely accurate, no matter what I do to it. I don't have the budget to get the right shoes or the right corset. I'm going to add extra boning to the corset I DO have, and paint over the black spots on the boots. I need to make a new cape- the one I have is just crappy, because I made it for like three bucks in twenty minutes. I wasn't going for high art there.

The one that's making me nervous is the red dress from that Last Supper BSG billboard. It's not only a special kind of unflattering, but I really don't have any leeway in making it- any one mistake is going to be glaringly obvious. (Also, dammit, those pictures were photoshopped so that it was more flattering and effortless looking. Also, I've no idea what her shoes looked like in that photo- they're shadowed out with PS. I need to get the wig for that, but otherwise, I've got all the supplies I need. (Miko, my love, I am entirely expecting to have some Eights on my side!)

I had better get some good pictures outta this, I tell you what. This is my first Comiccon; I'd like to think I will at least made a little impression on those who see me. ;p

Now to get ready to go dancing, pending on my friends not all coming down with a contagious case of the LAME. Nyeah!

Briefly awake to take some more painkillers, and this a question that I need to address to the universe:

Why the hell has every single one of my gmail ads in the last three freaking days involved urination? SERIOUSLY. WHY. I DID NOT INVITE THIS. PLEASE STOP.

Now I'm going to pass out again.

I'm too tired to summon up a decent "Fuck That Noise, California Voters" rant right now. Seriously, guys, must we keep going around this carousel of ballots? Until you stop being shitheads and admit that fear and bigotry are the only reasons you keep desperately denying equal rights to people you don't approve of- which, by the way, really obviously flies in the face of those "separation of church and state" and "all created equal" bits that you cannot ignore without giving the lie to how much you luuuuuuuuuuuuurve America, you JACKASSES- we are going to keep refusing to roll over and accept your injustices. And shame on you, Supreme Court. You know good and damn well that Prop 8 is prejudice trying to shove its way into law, pure and simple.

Knock it off. Seriously. You're being pricks.

Stuff has happened, but I need to sort out my feelings about one thing before I post about it. In the meantime: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b8m7Sk81PIk

Yes, this is totally my preteen years coming back to haunt me via the CW, why do you ask? This looks WONDERFULLY terrible, and while it is no Forbidden Game, I am so watching it. Just for Damon, I am watching the SHIT out of it. So hard.

Because I forgot to mention it before, goblin sharks are quite cool and intensely creepy.

That is all.

...of only using icons I've made or inspired. Although who knows, maybe the artist's been reading my mail.

Fuck the haters, y'all. Vanilla is a totally valid, delicious, interesting flavor and can stand on its own without any augmentation THANK YOU VERY MUCH. (Not that strawberry and chocolate aren't welcome. &hearts to them, naturally.)

Nothing particularly interesting going on here that I can talk about. New job is boring, but in three months I can hopefully get benefits and start accruing sick days and the like. Two annoying temps here are annoying. (And this is coming as someone who staunchly maintains that not all temps are incompetent and socially inept. However, one is juuuuuust over the line of too friendly to be uncreepy, and the other one has a lot of difficulty doing things like putting numbered invoices in numerical order. Sigh.)

Unfortunately, though new job is, you know, a JOB, it is only paying just enough for me to keep my head above water. Which means I'm not going to Anime Expo this year- I can't afford the ticket and I can't afford to take the time off work. I'm only barely managing to rework some old costumes for Comiccon with purpletophat, and even then missing one day of it is going to be all I can manage this time around. But at least I get to see animiko and co., right?

My mother just recently moved across the country to the east coast, for work. I'm glad she likes the new place, and I'm glad she has a job, but selfishly, I wish she'd stayed where she was. That was my home for over fifteen years. Now I feel... adrift. Where I live is good, but it isn't home. And while yes, home is where my family is, etc., I get very attached to places. I seem to need some physical location to have as my own. It also means I'll be seeing my family even less now.

There have been crises small and not-so-small going on, but none of them are mine to tell.

Who wants to make me rich (and famous, if it's unavoidable) so that I don't have to deal with half of this stuff?

Things That Do Not Smell Of Cat Pee:
Oranges
Televisions
Wigs
Vampires
NOTHING IN THIS DAMN ROOM OR MY BATHROOM

I am using the apple cider vinegar spraybottle like some kind of insane pickled cropduster. I don't know why the cat is doing this, but I REALLY REALLY WISH he would STOP.

Things that are fantastic!
- http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hunkerin%27
"A respite from a world of turmoil. The main purpose of hunkerin' is to get down and hunker together. It's a friendship thing: get your friends to hunker with you. The man you don't know is the man you haven't hunkered with."
- http://www.funnyordie.com/videos/6eddb255b2/a-gaythering-storm (because you have NO IDEA how much incoherent, snarling, clawing rage the original version of that ad sent me into. I was unfit for human company for hours.)
- http://images.encyclopediadramatica.com/images/8/89/Longschro.jpg Who is LOOOOOONG.
- This RP. Seriously. I'm having way too much fun. (Bonus points if you can name all the vampires represented in that log.
- These.

It has probably calmed down, though. I have also, in an unrelated note, laundered everything in my room that could be laundered (barring two pillows). Tonight, after the gym, I plan to vacuum it and then get started on my mending, because I am sick of living in messiness. Also, because I have been completely unproductive lately and it's getting to me.

For those who are aware of my weird Whatever The Hell It Is personal life thing, I have finally come up with a nickname for the individual. Henceforth, all references will be to "Undefinable." Now you know. (For those who aren't, uh... you are now?)

The Will-It-Or-Won't-It temp reception job has become Will, except that I have signed the letter accepting their offer, but none of the tax documents or anything really OFFICIAL looking. But I have a time card for swiping into their system! And I'm told I get a electronic key today. I'm just... twitchy. I have been here before, you know? The sprawling land of "no, we are TOTALLY hiring you just as soon as we can!" that is bordered on all sides by the River of By Hire We Actually Meant Let Go After Eleven Months. It is a pretty land, but treacherous. And a small part of me is still talking about "career" and "you're almost thirty" and "you don't want to be a receptionist your whole life" and "settling" and oh yes, "barely out of your Desperate wage range," but then I look at the job situation out there and I remind myself that it isn't forever and that any income is better than nothing and... I still feel like a complete loser. So there's that. Don't worry, I'll get over it eventually. (They also haven't said anything about insurance. I really, really, really hope they are going to say something about insurance soon.)

This RP is eating my brain. Just to sum up, guys? Hellsing's Alucard and Anita Blake's Jean-Claude singing and dancing to Bye Bye Bye. Yes, that one. Yes, on purpose. And that's not the weirdest part.

I have no money, and that brings us to the end of my early-morning summation! Now I will go back to punching holes in purchase orders and dreaming of my bed.

Dear Teabaggers (Snrk):

Stop wasting delicious tea, you morons. If you MUST be contradictory idiots who don't know their history, use another event and send the tea my way. At least then it will DO something.

No love, but lots of amusement,

Notacatgirl.


Speaking of things I'm not, I am also not a random defecator of blankets or stealth urinator of plastic bags. Both of which I discovered in my room at random times yesterday. With my FINGERS. Foul and noisome beasts.

I am declaring the room a Cat-Free zone until I do some major cleaning. So at least two days, because my body is giving me some fairly strong "sit down, shaddap, and drink your gorram tea" vibes. Tonight I shall be offline (not as in off the internet, as in non-operational) for maintenance, I think. My immune system is due for a defrag.

I keep having anxiety dreams about going back to college/being back in college and either forgetting that I was enrolled in a class and never showing up, thus failing, or Hindenberging again for some other, unrelated reason like some me-characteristic mishap. Last night I had a Special Combo Bonus, in which I was rushing to get a final project/paper/test in on time, and as I was running into the building, disrupting another class (another feature in these dreams, which I actually never got all that wound up about in real life), and handing it in, my car was stolen. So THAT was barrels of fun. And then, at some point later in the dream, the restaurant I was in might have caught on fire. Those details are fuzzy.

Then I woke up because the cat was horking up a pair of hairballs and I had to get him at least off my bed before he expelled.

I think I was simply not meant to get any sleep last night.

About twenty minutes after I got up, as I was walking out the door, the thought floated across my mind that I could not wait to go back to bed.

This is going to be a long day.