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| Saturday, December 12th, 2009 |
karjack
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11:18p |
Lovely evening.
I spent the evening at the home of ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) kireishojo and mookraker, with miladycarol -- who I have not seen in forever and an eon. madrona stopped in with the little one. So wee! Yet so much larger than the last time I saw her. She wanted to play with my BPAL. I was a big meanie and didn't let her. I should do this social thing more often. It's good stuff. I'm now warm at home and being petitioned by a tabby who is certain that my chicken dinner is, in fact, for kitties. He will know naught but bitter disappointment. Bitter disappointment and kibble. Current Mood:  content |
| Friday, December 11th, 2009 |
karjack
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8:41p |
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karjack
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6:53p |
Peter Watts
Canadian SF author Peter Watts was beaten at arrested at the US border while trying to re-enter Canada. He's home and safe, for now, but is facing charges in the US. juliansinger writes here with more links to the story. Scalzi's take. I don't have much to add. I find this appalling. Current Mood:  blah |
joiedecombat
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8:00p |
[Dragon Age] in which Alistair does not manage to say a single complete sentence
I said Redcliffe was next, didn't I? Well - I lied. And then I did about 2000 words of post-Orzammar that is still not done. :C And after Orzammar there's a bit from the Gauntlet that I have planned that I have not even started on. But this bit is pre-Landsmeet Denerim, right after the party arrives but before they get down to business. That means spoilers for potentially everything through the cutscene that ensues upon arrival, but mostly for the human noble origin. It is way on along the timeline but I'm getting it down now while it's on my mind, since I'm still working on all of the abovementioned. As usual, this is a draft and will probably see some editing. It's a bit squishy. ( like justice I will find you through it all ) Current Music: Thomas Borchert and Brandi Burkhart, "I Will Be There" |
| Thursday, December 10th, 2009 |
joiedecombat
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7:32p |
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH. ETA: Car. Will not start. Again. Seems to be battery, which it shouldn't be because it's a BRAND NEW BATTERY. Maybe alternator, but it refused to take a jumpstart. It is parked at work. I got a ride home. Will get a ride to work tomorrow. I am having horrible visions of this being an every-other-month recurring thing for the life of the car. |
| Wednesday, December 9th, 2009 |
elsewhere7
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8:43a |
Writer's Block: Go it alone
Ahahahahahahahaha! Just around the holidays? Hell no! It's a warm feeling of exclusion felt all year round.And, as I learned recently, any attempts on my part to change this are a stark reminder that I should remember my place. |
karjack
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1:22a |
[Recipe] Sautéed Wild Mushrooms
I guess some days are just lounge-around-feeling-horrible days. Fun! But I was feeling better around ten, so I grilled the cod fillets and topped them with wild honey mushrooms (see recipe behind the cut). I'm not sure how I feel about cod that hasn't been battered and fried. I think I like halibut better. But you know what? The best fish is the fish that's on sale. ( So, about those mushrooms. ) Current Mood:  lethargic |
| Tuesday, December 8th, 2009 |
karjack
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12:25a |
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| Sunday, December 6th, 2009 |
karjack
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5:10p |
Long day.
I've been up since midnight. Woo hoo! Today, lurkitty, pjack, and I went to Keystone Cafe for breakfast. The street was closed to parking, which was strange. While we were eating, we found out why. A house came rolling down the street on a flatbed. An entire house. With a police escort. I have no idea what that was about. They weren't kidding when they said this neighborhood is going places. We sat outside, and the cafe's resident kitty came to visit while we ate. I'm sure her empty food dish had nothing at all to do with her friendliness. Then we went to the holiday market. I spent too much on fancy schmancy soap, plus we hit the farmer's market, where I picked up an apricot-jalapeño jam, which I intend to use as a glaze for chicken breasts. I also picked up a pound of chanterelles and some honey mushrooms, which I've never tried before but they looked interesting. The chanterelles are going into another bach of tomato/onion/mushroom soup. The big, robust chanterelles at the farmer's market were $8.99/lb. At Market of Choice, the puny ones were $14.99/lb. Just saying. I also got an H1N1 vaccine. Finally. Then more shopping, this time for a mushroom brush. I wonder if the price difference between the farmer's market and Market of Choice has anything to do with the latter already having been cleaned up. Whatever. A few pine needles never hurt anyone. Anyway, that was my day. I always enjoy these Sundays out with lurkitty. I was going to stay up and cook, but sleep is looking pretty good. Current Mood: content |
conditor_maloru
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11:39a |
I'm going to be selling my collection of White Wolf books. I haven't played in years, I can't imagine that I'm going to start soon, and as it stands they just sit there collecting dust and taking up space. If I remember correctly, several of you played pen and paper or MU*ed. If there's a particular book (or books) you're looking for a print copy of, leave me a comment with an idea of what you're willing to pay in addition to the titles and I'll let you know if I've got it. I've got the majority of the 1st and early Revised lines - especially the Vampire and Changeling ones, but with a considerable number from the other lines as well. I also have many of the "rare" books, including Shadow Court, the Sidhe book, Project Twilight, The Inquisition, the Nephandi/Infernalism book, Freak Legions, HoL and Dark Reflections. Except for the hardbound 'A World of Darkness' wrap book that includes it, I don't have anything from Hunter. |
| Saturday, December 5th, 2009 |
conditor_maloru
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8:10a |
It is absolutely goddamn bizarre to come here and remember that there was a time when I would write something down almost every single day. Some of it was good. Most of it wasn't. Sometimes I expressed my thoughts clearly. Often I did not. Nobody gave much of a damn, including myself. I have long since lost touch with almost every single person on my friends list. I have absolutely no idea where they are, what they are doing, what has happened to them - in some cases, if they are alive or dead. Some of the people who most frequently commented here 8 years ago - and it has been 8 years - I came to actively dislike. Since I started this journal I have become a drug addict, been in several fights, assaulted a girl with whom I was living, slept on several couches, contributed to several suicides, grown a beard, shaved my head, ingested more illicit substances than 9 out of 10 people are capable of naming, gone through withdrawal a dozen or more times, lost several family members, been hired, been fired, and ended up in maintenance. Beyond what comes to all people with time, I'm not sure I've really "grown" much at all. I have been sober since May of 2008, and sobriety came in very large part because I had no other options. I could not score. I was terrified of being sick. I had only enough to last me for one week. I entered into a Suboxone treatment program the day that my stash ran dry. In a way it has helped. The monumental crashes, the desperate and dehumanizing searches for that one lost pill or bag, the grip of final and absolute need - that's gone now, or pushed so far to the side that I no longer remember what it felt like except in the occasional and momentary flash of panic like a Vet dropping to the floor at the sound of a car backfiring. But the highs are gone, too. The sense of creativity, the ability to produce stream of consciousness pages that people for whatever reason would tell me were excellent. There is a sense of identity that comes with being a drug addict, a reference for your culture and your art and your music and an access to strange and terrible and desperate and wonderful people. I have met no one new since I stopped using. Not a single person. At times I think I made the wrong decisions, that my life was better when I was an addict. If not better, then more interesting. This is the first time I have written something longer than a text message in a year and a half. Of the people I was closeted to when I used, I still talk to only two. One never used. One quit using soon after I did. I can't relate to the others anymore. I can't understand them. Most of the time I can't even tolerate them. It isn't funny to fuck with people anymore. It isn't funny to appeal to someone's worst instincts, to encourage them to be the worst person that they can be and laugh with them every time they do something terrible. What does a junkie do once he doesn't have junk anymore? What does a monster do once he can't be a monster anymore? I can't be a monster anymore. But it's all that I know. No one ever taught me how to be a man. |
| Tuesday, December 1st, 2009 |
evilbeej
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5:01a |
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amused
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