Trying Something

I've filled up a sticky-note full of things I could post about on LJ, which will then get cross-posted to Facebook.

Sacbo, aka The Seattle Art Car Blowout, happened weeks ago. It was awesome, yet I still haven't posted any pictures from it. If it ever happens, it'll be in another post. But the gallery is Here
LJ photo galleries are annoying, you upload photos in the order they happen, and they are displayed in reverse order. So the gallery "starts" on page 2.
Anyway, Sacbo was great, my car was a hit, and life goes on. I'm still getting used to driving an art car every day, but I think I like it.

It was my birthday on the 10th. I'm 48. It wasn't a super-great birthday, in that I feel fat, ugly, worthless, stupid, massively depressed, and have a bunch of minor but very painful ailments that I can't do much of anything about.
I wanted to go somewhere in the woods, so we went up to Meadowdale park in Lynnwood. I'm not going on regular walks anymore, so the hike kicked my ass. Still, the park was absolutely lovely, and the weather was almost perfect.

In regards to the last LJ post about unwanted house vermin- it wasn't a roach. It was a huge spider that appeared on the ceiling above my head several hours later. I used my standard spider-killing technique, which is: wait till the giant spider moves to a position where it won't fall on your desk or couch and disappear, biding it's time till it can climb up your arm when you least expect it and kill you. Sometimes this means waiting for hours for the spider to move, blowing on it gently to encourage it to go in the direction you want. When it doesn't move, cry and feel angry and helpless, because why does this tiny little fucking evil thing have so much power over me anyway!? (It just does, alright?) When mega-spider is finally in position, grab dining room chair and a spray bottle filled with water. Be wearing shoes suitable for stomping. Stand on chair, spritz spider with water. It will go "WTF!?" and drop to the floor. Jump off dining room chair, and stomp on the spider till it's an unrecognizable smear. Feel triumphant and wait several more hours till adrenalin rush subsides enough to go to bed, because of course this always happens at 3am.
Anyone who says "oh, just let the poor innocent harmless thing outside", gets unfriended. Just.... NO.

Trying Something

I've filled up a sticky-note full of things I could post about on LJ, which will then get cross-posted to Facebook.

Sacbo, aka The Seattle Art Car Blowout, happened weeks ago. It was awesome, yet I still haven't posted any pictures from it. If it ever happens, it'll be in another post. But the gallery is Here
LJ photo galleries are annoying, you upload photos in the order they happen, and they are displayed in reverse order. So the gallery "starts" on page 2.
Anyway, Sacbo was great, my car was a hit, and life goes on. I'm still getting used to driving an art car every day, but I think I like it.

It was my birthday on the 10th. I'm 48. It wasn't a super-great birthday, in that I feel fat, ugly, worthless, stupid, massively depressed, and have a bunch of minor but very painful ailments that I can't do much of anything about.
I wanted to go somewhere in the woods, so we went up to Meadowdale park in Lynnwood. I'm not going on regular walks anymore, so the hike kicked my ass. Still, the park was absolutely lovely, and the weather was almost perfect.

In regards to the last LJ post about unwanted house vermin- it wasn't a roach. It was a huge spider that appeared on the ceiling above my head several hours later. I used my standard spider-killing technique, which is: wait till the giant spider moves to a position where it won't fall on your desk or couch and disappear, biding it's time till it can climb up your arm when you least expect it and kill you. Sometimes this means waiting for hours for the spider to move, blowing on it gently to encourage it to go in the direction you want. When it doesn't move, cry and feel angry and helpless, because why does this tiny little fucking evil thing have so much power over me anyway!? (It just does, alright?) When mega-spider is finally in position, grab dining room chair and a spray bottle filled with water. Be wearing shoes suitable for stomping. Stand on chair, spritz spider with water. It will go "WTF!?" and drop to the floor. Jump off dining room chair, and stomp on the spider till it's an unrecognizable smear. Feel triumphant and wait several more hours till adrenalin rush subsides enough to go to bed, because of course this always happens at 3am.
Anyone who says "oh, just let the poor innocent harmless thing outside", gets unfriended. Just.... NO.