Dept. of Mondays

Monday, 9 January 2017 09:19 pm
kaffyr: Snark about fanfic (Adulthood? It's fanfic)
Adulting Is Haaaaaard

And I'm 61. 

Also, writing is getting less hard. 

But I'm still 61. 

Faced with further contemplation of all those facts, I am going to bed. 

Bonus comment. I have new slippers, about which I am overwhelmingly excited. 

See previous comments about being 61. 

ETA: Augh. I should have made it clear that yesterday was not my birthday, which was back last September. I was just whining about being old. Thanks to all for the birthday wishes, they will make my 62nd birthday, eight months or so from now, extra nice. 




Dept. of Chagrin

Monday, 2 January 2017 12:47 pm
kaffyr: Animation of a Ghibli film scene, water rolling into shore. (Anoesis)
 A [community profile] fandom_stocking  Apology

Folks, for the first time since 2011, when  I fell in love with 
[community profile] fandom_stocking  - the only "-athon" I write for, and the one that has given me such joy - I am most probably not going to be able to fill anyone's stocking. 

When I signed up myself, I was full of plans; I'd just finished the last two promised 2015 stocking stuffers, and I'd thought that had primed my creative pump. And, as I always do each season, I thought perhaps this was the year that I could focus on drabbles, or at least shorter stories. Plus, I had my vacation coming up, and I'd be able to write something every day ....

Yeah. Didn't happen. I can't even figure out definitively why, although last night I told BB it might be that finishing up those 2015 stories had, instead of priming the pump, run the well dry. God knows, this has been a terrible writing year for me; it's the first time since 2007 that I haven't been able to get at least one chapter of Hearts & Moons completed. 

The events of November also have affected me, perhaps more deeply than even I thought. 

Yesterday, the day before my vacation ended, I suddenly wrote two paragraphs of something, and I thought, "Aha! Adrenaline junkie time! You can at least get two stories done before my vacation, and perhaps a third one before the stockings go live ....

And then this morning, I burned my left index finger, ironing a shirt. It's bandaged up now, and doesn't hurt too much, but the bandage makes typing incredibly frustrating. I'm down from 80-plus words a minute to, I don't know, 30-40, what with having to fix up mistakes. GAAAAAAaarrrhh!

tl;dr - after burbling about 
[community profile] fandom_stocking , and looking forward to it, I don't think I can take part. I don't say it can't happen. Anything can happen, of course, and one never shuts the door, but - and there's an end to the sentence. 

Perhaps next year more of us can hang stockings, and I can fill all of them. 

*sighs, heads off to the grocery store*
kaffyr: (Rabbit Mom 2)
Not Dead, Not Even Really Sleeping

It's just that I'm not doing much at all, or at least it seems that way. 

In what I suppose I can call some sort of victory, I finally finished my 2015 
[community profile] fandom_stocking  stories. 

You read that correctly. My 2015 stories. As 
[community profile] fandom_stocking  2016 is well underway. 

Sweet weeping god of fanfic on a rubber crutch. 

Tomorrow, I have another endoscopy, to see if the infection I had in my throat has been taken care of. I'm going to head for bed, but first? I guess I'll upload that last 2015 story and alert its recipient. Who may well be bemused, amused, and confused. 

Then it's on to this year!

...
....
.....

*twitches, remembers she hasn't even started her holiday cards, twitches some more*

Dept. of Thursday

Thursday, 17 November 2016 06:56 pm
kaffyr: (Happy Kyouso Giga daughter)
Cauliflower, Capons, Early Deadlines

I have just roasted cauliflower florets after tossing them with coarsely chopped garlic, red pepper flakes, salt and olive oil. It is really, really good. I don't know why I didn't think about roasting cauliflower before the age of 61. (Me, not the cauliflower.) I have a new side-dish for Thanksgiving!

I was playing around with the idea of having a capon rather than a turkey for thanksgiving dinner. After some thought and reading, I've decided not to do so. I'll just go with a smaller turkey and slow/moist roast it. 

Can you tell I'm going into Thanksgiving dinner mode? Doing so makes me happy. We're having FB and Em, our friend JT, Drs. Gonzo and Bob (not my BB, a different Bob), and maybe a couple of others. BB has asked that we don't talk about politics. Knowing our friends, that may be impossible, but we'll try to minimize the talk. As he says, he'll even be willing to watch football if it stops the political talk. "I want to be thankful," he says, and I understand. 

Early deadlines, early deadlines, early deadlines. Lord, what a pain. And I signed myself up for a Saturday evening assignment, which is also a bit of a pain, although it'll be an automatic 6 hours of pay. 

And now, to sit with my beloved and watch anime!
kaffyr: Keep Calm & dive behind the sofa (Dive behind the sofa)
Thoughts, In No Particular Order

I have been thinking of Leonard Cohen's music today, having been reminded of it via an add on our local jazz radio station for a one-hour remembrance of him. I only got to hear the last 20 minutes or so of it, but it's made me want to listen to his albums, both the early and the later ones. I really want to hear his last one; "You Want It Darker." I heard the title song, and it's Cohen at his elliptical, emotionally unsparing and beautiful best. I don't know what I love about his music more, the words, the imagery, the love he bears for everything he views ... perhaps, too, the past week's events beyond his death have kept him in my head. 

Facebook and Livejournal share the creepy practice of telling you about upcoming birthdays of people who have died. I got one such notification today and was reminded that we all live on, on the internet.

I completed (I think) a conversation over on LJ, in my last post; because I didn't put the post under a lock, this person wandered in and launched into a strong attack on my progressive stance. I decided to try to engage; although the effort wasn't ultimately successful, I'm glad I didn't simply ignore the person. At the very least, he challenged me to think about the best way to respond to his claims. I do worry, from time to time, about living in my own liberal/progressive echo chamber, and requiring myself to step outside that chamber, even if it's just in the tiny way I did with this conversation, is probably a good thing.

BB and I are finally getting into the latest run of anime titles. I'm extremely impressed with one that has the rather unprepossessing English title of "Flip Flappers." I'm not even going to try to describe it, except to say that if you liked FLCL, chances are you'll like this one, too. 

Last night I got the chance to hear Father Michael Pfleger speak in person for the first time. He impressed the hell out of me. 


kaffyr: (We used to dream)
Post Deluge Ruminations

Some of these are gathered from comments I've made in earlier post-election conversations here and on LJ. Others I've thought about more recently. 

All the bitterness, with none of the hope )
kaffyr: (Badly Written)
I Am Running Around in All Directions

I am not quite acting like a chicken with its head cut off (and yes, children, that was a thing in the days when one might dispatch a chicken for dinner), but whatever I'm doing is very close to that. I shall search for a simile when I have time. 

So it seems as if I definitely must complete three days' work before the end of Thursday, because the medical procedure I'm undergoing on Friday has been moved up from 1 p.m. to 10 a.m. And I just realized that I'm supposed to attend a meeting Thursday night, in the midst of preparing for my procedure. The combination of meeting and procedure prep is, for a variety of reasons undoubtedly known to those of you over 50, unrealistic. I am praying that the meeting will actually be viewable online; then I can cover it from home, which will a much more suitable locale, given the prep necessities.

(What? No, I'm not going to spell it out for you, although the hint I gave you ought to be enough. I will say that, in addition to that for which I'm prepping, I'll be undergoing an endoscopy at roughly the same time. God, I love growing old.)

Yesterday I realized that, by covering one story last Thursday, in The Place That I Have Come to Loathe, I missed another meeting in my regular and much-preferred beat. Luckily, I was able to cover that meeting by archived video. Hurrah for 21st century tech. 

And therefore I'm off! Perhaps I'll have enough energy to check back in later today. I'd like that.  

Dept. of Sunday

Sunday, 16 October 2016 05:29 pm
kaffyr: Young Melody Pond regenerates (I can fix that)
How To Make The Coming Week Better

Actually, I don't have a recipe for making the coming week better, so that's a rather misleading headline. But I want to make the week better. So, lack of recipe notwithstanding, how do I do it?

Saving bandwidth since 2006.... )
kaffyr: Doc Yewl from Defiance (yewlyay)
I. Am. TALKING TIRED!

Today is over. I'm so glad. 

Tomorrow, however, is yet to arrive, and it will be a bear. 

I'd like to stay awake to watch Game 3 of Chicago vs. San Francisco, but I don't think I'll be able to. 

I hope everyone had a good Monday!
kaffyr: Animated Canadian flag (Canada!)
As It Says on the Tin

I'm here in Canada with Bob, staying at my brother's and enjoying everything so far except the extreme lack of internet (I told Bob that I am indeed addicted. I've been twitchy and irritable without my phone (no international cellular yet, long, horrible story which I'll talk about when I have more access than the local Tim Horton's) and wifi, but being here, just for joyful things and not for dying loved ones, almost makes up for it. Almost. 

No, really, I love it here, and I'm able to laugh at myself, mostly. I wrote some things (longhand! Lo-fi wonderment!) in my notebook, and I may transcribe some of it tomorrow, although looking at what I wrote only reminded me about how irritable I could get. Still. OK, I'm going to pick up another book for my Kindle, and get the heck out of here, but goodness, it's good to be able to talk to people again (although I won't be able to respond until tomorrow.) And I'll upload a couple of pics I took yesterday, to prove I'm actually here. 


kaffyr: Keep Calm and Carry on At Length poster (Carry On)
I Am Not - Repeat, Not - Going To Give Up On Posting. Or Responding To Posts

Because all of you out there are very important to me. 

I realize that the last few months have seen epic absence from me. Somehow, each day at work has been so much more stressful than it's been in the past, that getting off work in the evening doesn't leave me with enough energy to communicate. I haven't worked out why that seems to be the case - certainly, I've posted like mad during previous periods of extremely high stress - and perhaps it's counter-productive to wonder at the reasons. Poking a stick at a dead horse doesn't do anything for you or the horse. 

Exercise in writing something longer than a tweet )
What I've seen on YouTube )
Union work, huzzah! )
Jazz! )

Nova Scotia, television, gin and hernias )
Dear lord, I'm babbling like a brook. It's time for me to cease. But I can tell you that it's wonderful actually having the time and energy to post. I'm very happy about that. 

Dept. of Monday

Monday, 22 August 2016 05:40 pm
kaffyr: Hayao's realistic Pompoko raccoons yawn in our faces (Pompoko yawns)
A Coyote on Lawrence Avenue

On Saturday night,  BB and I were returning home to Chicago's North Side from some friends' barbecue on the far South Side. As we drove east on Lawrence Avenue, we saw a huge and beautiful coyote walk out into the street, then retreat back into the line of parked cars on the south side of Lawrence, opposite the cemetery at Clark and Lawrence.

More, under here )

Dept. of Thursday

Thursday, 4 August 2016 09:43 am
kaffyr: (Happy Kyouso Giga daughter)
Today, I Will Try to be Awesome

I'll get a pharmacy foul-up cleared away;
I'll help BB get a new phone;
I'll do my job! Yay!
And I'll be back in the evening, after I've made a couple of union-related calls; even more yay!

I hope
kaffyr: (Badly Written)
Again, I'm Trying Again

Perhaps I should stop using Twitter; my attention span has melted like snow, and my ability to think cogent, long-form thoughts has melted along with it.  Three times I've tried to write a post worth someone's time; three times I've failed. And we're not talking about the multiple days that I just didn't try to begin with, or the multiple days I didn't read my f'list, or, reading, did not comment. 

Ah, me. As we are wont to say in our house about whinging too damned much: Grumble, grumble, grumble, whale meat again.  

(Hey, it's a thing. A kaffyr and BB and FB thing. ... Ahem ... Perhaps one had to be there?)

In new TMI news, I went through roughly a week of intermittent nausea that became absolutely awful on Saturday. One doctor's visit later, I need to get a gallbladder scan, and I've been told to lose a little weight, cut the caffeine and cut my stress. Cut my caffeine? Eurgh. I already don't drink coffee much anymore. Cut my weight? Yeah, probably. 

Cut my stress?

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH—

Oops. Thinking out loud again. 


kaffyr: A cartoon dog ponders reality (Subjective pup)
Things I Have Done Lately

1. Obsessed over every episode of Game of Thrones, without ever watching a single episode. Yes, I've watched every scene on YouTube that YouTubers can offer me, loads of reviews and responses. No, I don't have HBO, and ... it's stupid of me. But I'm going to be so upset at the end of the season next Sunday. 

2. Thrown out all the Marion Zimmer Bradley books I've had on my shelf for years. I'd thought I'd keep a couple of books of hers that were important to me because of how they shaped my love for SF&F, and for the sense of wonder they engendered in me. In the end, I couldn't keep any of them. It was a decision a long time in coming, and it was the first time in my life I have ever thrown books out. I don't believe I shall ever do it again. But for me it was the right thing to do. I couldn't stomach giving them to a second-hand store. 

3. Picked up the partly empty drink cup a well-made up gym rat had left on her seat as she headed out the L train door to get to a Cubs game, handed it to her (or her friend, the even more made-up gym rat) and "asked" her to throw it away in a garbage can once she got onto the platform, since "I believe it belongs to you." She did. I am ashamed of being petty about their looks. I
 should not be that way, since I support anyone's right to decorate their body in the way they see fit. I can only point to my upbringing and say it's hard to escape the attitudes I grew up experiencing when it comes to make-up. On the other hand, I am very glad I told her pick up her damn trash. Politely. 

4. Became an employee of tronc. Yes, tronc. tronc. tronc.  Mother of fucking god.

5. Wrote a little more of "Hearts & Moons." Go, me. 
kaffyr: (Tired of typesetting)
I Aten't Dead, Mostly

I was supposed to be at a new board meeting tonight, but I'm feeling like crap, and realized it was a migraine (and possibly a cold that started creeping up on me at a meeting I covered last night. So I'm more or less on the couch, feeling miserable, after eating supper, and I realized it's been almost two weeks since I actually posted anything here. So ... well ....

... I'm here. 

I have a fic to post, which might go up tonight. Maybe. If I feel like it. Augh. I still have two more fandom_stocking IOUs to complete, but this isn't one of them. 

I wanted to re-read a particularly powerful and well-written piece of fiction by 
[personal profile] ljgeoff  (hi, my dear!), but my eyes and brain aren't allowing me to do that with the care I want to lavish on it. Instead, I'll send wishes for quick healing.

I wanted to tell the story of how the remarkable 
[personal profile] gerisullivan  helped pass along a tradition of earrings to me, after hearing about the loss of my favorite earrings in Cleveland. Really recount the event the delight and joy it deserves, I mean, because she is such a marvelously creative and overall remarkable human being. But I don't have the spoon, except to say, Geri, you rock, and I'm still enthusing about your gift to me, all these days later. 

I have emails to send out to our unit owners and renters about a water problem that needs to be fixed on Friday. I have to chase after one of the people I represented two weeks ago in a discipline hearing, to see if he can make it to his first stage grievance hearing next week. But right now, I still hurt too bad to do anything more than post here. 

I want to continue reading Paul Cornell's latest dark fantasy police procedural, "Who Killed Sherlock Holmes," which is on its way to being just as good, and scary, as the two previous books. But I can't read much. 

I thought I might comment on the Dems and GOPs as they flounder and founder prior to their national conventions. But I have not the heart to do so. 

I may go and lie down in the dark. Or I may lie here in the living room and chat, slowly, with BB. Not sure which. 

So how are all of you?


Dept. of ... Uh ....

Saturday, 14 May 2016 03:17 pm
kaffyr: The llama from Polar Bear Cafe (Llama-san)
OK, It's Truly the End Times

I am watching a livestream of Eurovision 2016. 

Also - Australia is part of Eurovision ... how did it drift to the Continent?

Dept. of May Day

Sunday, 1 May 2016 08:05 pm
kaffyr: (Joe Hill)
Happy May Day, Now That It's Almost Over

I had a wonderful evening with BB last night. I enjoyed all the lovely bubbly I had (3 tulip's worth, which probably isn't all that much.)

What I didn't enjoy is the hangover I had. From three glasses of asti spumante. I am so very, very old. 

I can't understand why I don't get any kind of hangover from a gin martini or two, and suffer quite noticeably with the wine.

I did finish my MCU/Who crossover, and it's been posted to the requisite 
[community profile] fandom_stocking  stocking. I hope its recipient likes it.

 

Dept. of Sadness

Tuesday, 26 April 2016 01:25 pm
kaffyr: Rory Williams Pond cries (Rory cries)
Well, It Was My Own Fault

Got the last of my unpacking done, and found that I'd left my little carved wooden box with my four favorite pairs of earrings, including one pair that belonged to my mother, in the hotel room in Cleveland. I called the hotel, spoke with housekeeping, and of course it never even made it to the lost and found box.  

The worst of it is that I felt a completely unworthy anger at having left an extra tip when I left; not a lot extra, but enough that my room mate told me I shouldn't leave it, because she'd left a larger tip the day before.

I mean, what the hell, kaffyr? You can be mad that someone decided to take the box — and I will be oh, so glad to be proven wrong, if I could discover that I'd just pulled the box out of my suitcase late Sunday, and misplaced it in the house — but don't regret leaving the tip. You left the tip because you know that hotel workers don't get paid enough; whether or not one housekeeper couldn't resist taking the box doesn't change the fact that she or he should be compensated fairly, and isn't. And you should never refuse to give a tip because the person who gets the tip might be dishonest. 

All of that aside, I am very sad. That box had the four sets of earrings that I wear. Every other set of earrings in my house, with the exception of two, is unwearable and kept only for sentimental reasons. 
 I really should have listened to the tiny gut-voice that told me not to take the box this time (although I've taken it with me on plenty of trips before.) I didn't, and so I basically lost all of my earrings. And losing the ones that Mum used to wear is particularly hard.


Dept. of Union Stuff

Saturday, 23 April 2016 10:18 pm
kaffyr: (Bacon!)
I Adulted Like an Adult Thing Today

And it has made me very, very tired. 

Veryveryveryveryveryveryveryvery....

*snorts, wakes up*

Yeah, time for bed. 

*wakes up, remembers thing*

Oh, Good Thing: BB has his second eye surgery Tuesday, Hurrah!

Bad Thing: It's the same day I moved my rheumatologist appointment to. So I'll have to move it a second time. Because the next possible date for BB to get his second eye done? August. YeahNOPE. 

Good night all!
kaffyr: Animation of a Ghibli film scene, water rolling into shore. (Anoesis)
 Cleveland, Ho!

Off to Cleveland tomorrow morning; have to get up at 3:45, yay. Wish me luck, folks. 

Nothing else much to say, except that I've neglected my exercises, battled mouth sores (mostly successfully) and screamed like a screaming thing last night when I felt something on my leg while I was reading, looked down and saw a huge fucking hornet. Kicked it off, screamed some more, and was very glad BB was able to kill it. He said it was on its last legs anyways; I'm not so sure. And how the HELL did it get into the house? In April?

Ah well; to bed now for a few hours.

Dept. of Weird

Saturday, 16 April 2016 09:02 am
kaffyr: The llama from Polar Bear Cafe (Llama-san)
Dreams. Go Figure.

I rarely talk about my dreams here. No, wait, I actually never talk about my dreams here. 

But last night I dreamed about being in some sort of polyamorous marriage with Mark Ruffalo and Tilda Swinton, and having twins with Ruffalo, a girl named Ishtar and a boy named London. Who I had to introduce to an older boy and girl who I think must have been their half siblings courtesy of Tilda. 

I ... I think I'm afraid to go back to sleep. 

Ruffalo was absolutely lovely, mind you. 

Dept. of Schadenfreude

Saturday, 26 March 2016 11:37 am
kaffyr: (Sen Waits)
This Made My Day

The people, ordinary people, that could be put out of work by this potential bankruptcy are the ones I feel sorry for.  The higher-ups, and the ultimate owners?  Let's let John Prine answer that.


kaffyr: Animation of a Ghibli film scene, water rolling into shore. (Anoesis)
Grateful

Taking my cue from a number of folks on my friends' list, I'm going to find one or more things that I can be happy about each day. 

Today is Monday. What am I grateful for?

1. Bob. Always and forever. 
2. It's March, almost half-way through, and that means spring is coming. 
3. Daylight Savings Time means it's not getting dark at 4:30 and 5 p.m. anymore. That's good!
4. I got my exercises done first thing in the morning today, after four days of not doing them.
5. I'm eating a tiny bit less starch and carbohydrate; I haven't nearly cut down to where I want to, yet, but it's a start. 

Hmm. Five - that's not bad. 
kaffyr: (Happy Kyouso Giga daughter)
For Owls

'Ware! 'Ware! )

Because I care.  

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