phinnia: hand holding rock in pool (hand with rock)
i haven't done one of these in a while - product reccomendations. i do not blog for money, so i'm not affiliatied with any of these products. i just think they're fantastic things and i want to share them with you.

brain comics. drawn by [livejournal.com profile] arjache, it is geeky and surreal and funny (and also blindy-accessible).

izze sodas sparkling fruit juice. my favorite is the blueberry. they taste like actual for real fruits and aren't too sweet; no hfcs either.

lumosity best described as 'brain calisthenics' - it's daily puzzles that measure your progress in separate areas of the brain - attention, working memory, spatial orientation and more. you can track it - and it's FUN. they're always adding new games and 'courses'. ten dollars a month and well worth the money. i started the program when i was trying to make up the brain-friedness i got due to the paxil overdose.

sweet pea toy company makers of Sean's kidsafe mp3 player - it's damn near indestructable and runs on one AA battery.

twinkle twinkle little stars: tie dyed dresses/shirts/etc. okay, yes, it's ebay - but you can buy right fron the seller. she's in singapore, so it takes a little while, but the clothes are worth it: i have two dresses and a shirt and they're wonderful for days that buttons are a problem. <3

the organic vanilla company also ebay - but you buy Tahitian vanilla beans straight from the provider without going through a middleman. fifteen high quality beans for ten dollars. (no, really.)

make and craft. make is more 'building and tweaking stuff' and craft is ... self explanatory. as of now the physical magazines are one and the same, but the online spaces are different and you can poke through the archives.




clickies, both from [livejournal.com profile] bernie_laraemie: guy paid to get his best friend's wife pregnant - and fails. (file is .jpg, not .html.)

newark man charged with DWI after crashing motorized barstool




i am tired and vaguely blah and apathetic. and the kid is being ... a kid. i used [livejournal.com profile] cutie_pattuti65's gift certificate to buy the 'planet earth' series as reccommended by [livejournal.com profile] magie_05. i'm looking forward to that arriving.

pipe dreams i have right now:

going abroad to teach english
going to medical school
getting a writer-in-residence post somewhere (more a pipe dream than usual because it would require me to write something that's worth showing off)
getting a job somewhere far from here
move to Portland/Vermont/Taos/other hippie location far from here

these mostly add up to 'i want to go somewhere that isn't here and do something entirely different from that which i'm currently doing.' also i need more sleep because i woke up at six a.m. pain levels are bad today. i hope you're doing well, or at least better than i am.

edit: took a nap. feeling a bit better for it. corrected the million typoes/repetitions/nonsensical sentences in this post. god, i shouldn't be allowed near a computer when i'm that sleepy. coherent i am not.
phinnia: smiling dolphin face (macrodaisy)
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phinnia: smiling dolphin face (house/OMGolivia)
1. I spent seven years as a vegetarian. It started as a reaction to a badly done cut of meat (i don't remember what type it was now) and ended because of bacon. I still don't eat a lot of meat, and I like to buy local when I can. As far as bacon, I'm terribly spoiled by our local butcher's bacon and frequently refuse to buy anything else. (The backup bacon pusher is a local german deli who has double-smoked bacon.)

2. I hate the fact that I'm not currently working more than anything, because I really do believe in Linda Hirschman's philosophy that women have a responsibility to keep their work history and skills current. I keep applying for jobs but so far nothing's bothered to even call me. This leads to more self-loathing than I can adequately describe.

3. I love to write; I've always wanted to write. But I keep wrestling with the feeling that I need another, more "responsible" job. This leads to even more self-loathing. I really don't like myself very much. I try to hide it as much as I can, but it's really difficult.

4. My legs are spastic - stiff and difficult to move - and my arms and fingers are hypermobile.

5. My first major in college was film. I adore film history and I'm really excellent at writing about it. I wanted to do screenwriting because it was the closest I could get to writing. Again with the 'responsible' job. I would love to review films but - yeah, that again with the not-calling me back/not-finding a job doing it to even apply for.
and twenty more. )
phinnia: smiling dolphin face (paint/palette)
[livejournal.com profile] arhh asked me to tell you sixteen random things about myself.

1. I am secretly a morning person. I love getting up early and having extra time to do stuff. I just wish it were my idea more often than it is.

2. I still don't know what I want to be if I grow up. I change my mind frequently, which is mostly because I love learning and I want to learn EVERYTHING. Right now I'm pondering going back to school again, assuming vocational rehab can cover my tuition; I'm pondering finishing my psych and/or anthro degree and going into some kind of public health/medical informatics type of thing. This may change drastically tomorrow afternoon. it's frustrating sometimes, and I feel ultra-flakey for doing it.

3. I love hospitals. I've always loved hospitals. Probably because there's just so much concentrated STUFF to figure out, and I think bodies in general are pretty neat, they way they're put together and the way they work. And I love gadgets and machines for figuring stuff out. I've wanted to work in the medical field since I was very young (it was that or freelance writing) but I thought I was too stupid to do much with applied sciences for a long time. I've also always wanted to be a writer, but I've been too afraid to commit to that, because I know it's not about to make me much money. I feel very conflicted about this.

4. My greatest inspiration was and still is Rikki Tikki Tavi. RUN AND FIND OUT would be on my family crest if I had one.

5. The first person I really bonded with, (and the only person I really miss from my birthfamily) was my father, who died of I-forget-where cancer (it kind of spread too fast (about four, maybe five months at most) and I honestly can't recall where it started, because I don't get TOLD things by my birthfamily, and hell yes I'm bitter). I miss him all the time. I also am glad that he wasn't around to see me breaking ties with the rest of them, because it would have broken his heart even though it was something that clearly needed to be done. I don't think I would have done it if he'd still been alive, and this is one of the very few "bright spots" (as it were) about his death.

6. I've wanted to be a writer since I was six years old and could hold a pencil. On the other hand I am terrified of rejection and a lot of time I worry that my writing is awful. I'm trying to get over that, because enough of me knows it's not true. I am getting better though. I'm confident enough in a lot of my short-short stories that I've submitted them to various places. Longer stuff needs more work.

7. I used to be terrified of writing fanfic, because I was convinced I'd get it wrong. Even now I mostly play in only one fandom, because my paranoia is just that aggressive. Also I don't watch a hell of a lot of tv. (not as a tv-is-evil kind of thing - I find that patently ridiculous, as inanimate objects have no motivation; just can't be arsed to turn it on most of the time.)

8. I maintain that if I had to have a child again knowing what I know now i wouldn't. I love my kid, but i don't love the hell of postpartum depression/psychosis (which would happen again given my history of anxiety/depression/various mental health problems) the family drama, the lack of sleep, the hell of diapers and doctors and god knows what else, the midwife hell, the fact that hormones make me into a hell-beast - don't know how anyone can have more than one child. At this point I have to bite my tongue when people tell me they're pregnant, because my defaullt question is OMFG WHY.

(note: I know it's not the same for everyone, you don't need to tell me. the neuro calls this PTSD and is working on it.)

9. I met George Shearing once. He was quite nice as I recall. I've also met Douglas Coupland; he was nice, but rather drunk.

10. I go through periods of reading only nonfiction and of reading only fiction. Right now I'm in a nonfiction phase.

11. I never wanted to be a stay at home mother; even as a small child, I assumed I was going to be working. I list my 'occupation' as 'freelance writer' or 'student' (when it applies) because I'd rather be considered that than a homemaker.

12. I do not have a bachelor's degree, which bothers me more than I can adequiately explain.

13. I started drinking coffee during a trip to the Netherlands during high school, mainly because it was there at buffet tables and I wanted to drink something. Coffee there is very strong and sweet. I still like it that way.

14. I still have all of my original body's parts. Whether they work as desired is another thing again.

15. The original iteration of my username was dolphinia, which i used when i was playing on MUSH systems. It lost a few letters and some got mixed around. Oddly enough only one person ever called me 'Dolphy' during that time.

16. I used to know the entirety of a Catholic mass sung in latin. At this point I remember very little although I'm sure they'd come back if I had a reason to remember them. I also know all three verses of Oh Canada, including the french one and the other one everyone forgets.
phinnia: footprints in sand. text: "let us go then, you and i" (let us go)
Our weird Christmas traditions:

We always watch "A Christmas Story" on TBS starting at 8 until we're ready to go to bed, and then we turn it on in the morning again and rewatch it until we've had enough. <3

There's also a story about The Arrogant Worms' Christmas album, a particular song called 'Christmas in Ignace' and how it gets sung at least twice at top volume sometime on Christmas Day; this is because many years ago we we had come home on Christmas Eve to find that our heating was out, so we were wearing layer upon layer of clothes and still freezing (it was buffalo, NY in winter) so we were on very little sleep and were somewhat-hysterically singing 'Christmas in Ignace' as we waited on Christmas morning for the landlord to fix the heat. It's one of those weird things that was terribly amusing on very little sleep and has since continued on.
phinnia: smiling dolphin face (places you'll go)
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phinnia: prayerflags, spread out (prayerflags)
Seen from several: 90 year old woman living with 3 siblings' bodies.

This song was made entirely with Windows sound files. A must-listen. And if anyone can strip the audio and make it into an mp3 I would love you for ever and ever. oh wow! that's taken care of. I love you people, I really do. *hugs friendslist* It's seriously catchy. Courtesy the best husband in this apartment. <3 (and arguably other places, but definitely in this apartment.)

From the amazingly fantabulous [livejournal.com profile] geekchick: Scenes from Antarctica. I have what can only be described as a crush on Antarctica and have for a few years now. It's one of the places I desperately want to go before I die, and it was the source material for what may be my favorite piece of my own writing. (easily my favorite piece of my own fanfic, and it's in the top three for 'writing in general'.)




[livejournal.com profile] melodyclark (who is herself a fabulous writer) posted about how writing is sometimes like taking dictation. I think my crazy comment will probably explain a lot about me (not the least of which is how I am even odder than many people initially think) :

The times when it feels like dictation are the best times. I pray for those times. (No, really. I have a little altar, and it holds things that my muse forced me to buy ... this is sounding weirder and weirder by the second... anyway, yes. I'm going to formalize it more when we move - getting some postcards or photos of things, a little statue of Ganesh (hindu god of beginnings/finding pathways) and a neko-waving cat and my happy buddha and the lei I have that was once worn by Neil Gaiman.)

I guess where this is coming from is yes. Writing comes from Outside. It's not talent, per se, but more a fine-tuning of the ability to tap into that Zone. Other artists do it in different ways: writers just happen to use words as a tool.


(this is, really, how I actually think. And it is this way for me, but not all the time. Sometimes it's more like doing laundry by hand - when you have to just keep going and going and adding things and rinsing and repeating and hope that somewhere it will come out good at the end - and then the next day you have to come back and do it again - and sometimes, it's like taking dictation.)




This story of the eight year old in Arizona that shot his father and another man has made me aware of two things: one, I am viscerally uncomfortable around guns and anything connected to them, and two, that is probably one of a short list of subjects that I won't discuss online anymore, given that people have actually defriended me over my attitude on guns.

The attitude is this: I don't like them. I will not live in a house with a gun. Period. There are very few dealbreakers in my marriage; that is one of a short list. If I think too hard about the fact that it is legal to carry a gun in this country I seriously start wanting to go either back to Canada, or better yet Japan, where guns are not available and where the existence of gun related deaths is so low as to be almost nonexistent. I do not understand the desire to have one. (I will make exceptions for things like people working in the arctic where there are situations regarding polar bears that basically come down to 'if you see him you're going to be mauled into a slow death unless you're able to shoot him before he gets to you.')

I have tried reasoning with this attitude, since many of my very intense reactions to things can be thought through and deactivated, but this one can't, for some reason. I've heard all the "good" arguments. I still don't like them and don't generally see the need for them in our lives today. If you feel the need to stop reading my journal over this, please, go right ahead. It's been done before. (however, please not that not once in this statement of my beliefs have I cast aspersions on anyone who chooses to carry a gun; that's not my place. I'm just stating my point of view, since it has caused issues for some people in the past.)

Okay, back to our regular program. Hi! Anyone still with me? Have a wonderful day. <3 I have a doctor's appointment. As usual. Then I'm going to hang around a coffee shop and write and/or draw since Microsoft's backup care benefit has a four hour minimum (and it's not like I'm going to cry about a free evening). I have made notes based on the suggestions people have made (thank you all for that). *glomphugs*

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phinnia: smiling dolphin face (places you'll go)
What are the strangest things you have ever mailed (and/or recieved in the mail?)

The strangest thing that I've ever recieved was a rubber chicken. You know, the yellow stretched-out comic ones, with the little feet sticking up and the long necks. It used to do this odd asthmatic honk-squeak sound when you squeezed it. It was a gift from one of my highschool friends in Canada ([livejournal.com profile] raventyde) who remembered that I had a fondness for rubber chickens, (I do, very much so, even now. It's just weird. I can't explain their appeal.) and she'd found this at her local goodwill shop. <3 I like to think that the customs people may have squeezed it by mistake and been amused, or possibly disturbed.

The strangest thing that I've ever mailed was a My Little Pony bath set (shampoo, conditioner, soap, bath puffy and something else that I forget, in a cardboard carrying case with a lavender marabou strap at the top.) It was sent to that same friend, who has a serious obsession with My Little Ponies. <3 And I picked it up at one of the resale shops in Portland a while back, lost track of her, found her again, and mailed it.

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The bolded things are me. The strikeout things are not. [livejournal.com profile] arhh tagged me. Anyone who wants to can consider themselves tagged. <3

MARCH (my birthmonth)
Attractive personality. Sexy. Affectionate. Shy and reserved. Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others. Loves to serve others. Easily angered. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. Observant and assesses others. Revengeful. Loves to dream and fantasize. Loves traveling. Loves attention. Hasty decisions in choosing partners. Loves home decors. Musically talented. Loves special things. Moody.

birth months. )
phinnia: smiling dolphin face (marilyn/script)
In lieu of the book meme, you get twenty-five books that I think are awesome. I kind of fail at American classic lit. In my defense I grew up in foreign parts.
and nearly half of these are CanLit. )
phinnia: smiling dolphin face (house/wilson-question?-poster)
1. If you could have one country "depopulated" for your own private playground, which country would it be and why?

Hmmmm.
I wouldn't want to depopulate it, but I'd love to take the Netherlands. <3 Coffee shops where you can buy pot legally, good transit, the country itself is nice and flat, there are awesome baked goods. Win all around.

2. If you could have said one sentence to Hitler while he was alive, what would you have said?

"You should have stuck to art school."

3. If you could own any painting ever created, but couldn't sell it, what would you choose?

Van Gogh's The Cafe Terrace on the Place du Forum, Arles, at Night. because it's probably one of my favorites. Or any of Monet's water lilies.

4. Similarly, if any artist who ever lived could appear and paint your portrait, who would you choose?

Peter Paul Rubens because he made fat chicks look amazingly hot.


5. If you could choose any actress, living or dead, to play you in a film, who would it be?

Oooh. A young Katharine Hepburn. I also really liked Sandra Bullock's character in 'While You Were Sleeping'. So she'd be my second choice.

(if you want questions, as always, ask.)
phinnia: dolphins leaping out of the box from 4.1 "Alone" (house/dolphinbox wilson)
I think the best thing about [livejournal.com profile] machineplay (and there are a lot of amazing things about her, you know) is that she does so many things that make perfect sense to me - like, for example, exactly coordinating entire rooms or unconventional routinal things with numbers, it's hard to explain - that I do, or would do if I had the ability/money to do them, and not only can I squee with her at things like decorating choices, but there's a very real sense of fitting together, like we're two adjacent puzzle pieces or something.

/end shameless squealy fangirling over girlfriend-type-persons

And now for something completely different: [livejournal.com profile] queenzulu asked me questions. (I love this little memething because it reminds me of all the things I don't post about.)

1. How did you meet Chris?

Chris went to school with my emotionally manipulative ex-boyfriend. No, really. <3 That's how we met. Chris came to visit me and the ex in Toronto when I was still living there. I was coming out of a major depressive episode (that's what they called it, i'm not being hyperbolic) complete with added social phobia and agoraphobia, so I was literally afraid to leave the house for a while. And the ex was a codependent jackass who literally could hardly do anything for himself. Chris and I hit it off almost immediately and started talking online even after he left, and less than a week later I was on my way to Tennessee (where Chris was living at the time) and I'd dumped the ex. (I took Greyhound from Toronto to Nashville. Went through Detroit customs at 1:30 in the morning. In retrospect, kind of scary.)

That was March of 1999. We got married two years later and we've been together ever since.

2. What's your favourite weather?

Sunny and about 70ish farenheit (20ish celsius) with just enough minor intermittent sunshowers to make rainbows. This is not uncommon spring weather here. <3

3. What are you bestest at in the whole wide world?

Writing and baking. My two favorite things to do.

4. You're getting a job: working with people, or tucked away in your own little cubicle?

Ideally about half and half. I would at one point have said all cubicle, but I'm getting to where people are not scary any more, so half of each is fine. If I had to go all one way or another, it would probably swing toward 'cubicle' because while people aren't as scary as they used to be, they're still really, really tiring.


5. What's the word that evokes the most memory/sensation/emotion for you?

You know, it's funny, because for a writer I don't think in words? I think in pictures and scents and sounds and I translate them into written words. (Spoken word is another level again and it's actually significantly more difficult to get there.)

But if I had to pick it would be something about kitchens. The whole sensation of kitchen-ness. They make me think of home and of the good parts of growing up - my father teaching me how to chop onions properly or making coffee, my mother canning fruit in the summers, my grandmother's pies, cutting up melons for the boy in my own kitchen. There's a whole sense of family/tradition/something I can't define that's all wrapped up in knives and chopping boards and dishes and the act of preparing food.

(see my new icon? [livejournal.com profile] jane_hidell made it for me because she's just that amazing. <3 I adore it.)
phinnia: b&w picture of spoons. text "i have measured out my life in coffee spoons" (coffee spoons)
1. What is your current work in progress? (You can be as detailed or as vague as you like here-- but do tell genre, at least?)

I'm doing a semi-near-future cop drama/time travel/mystery/pulp fiction/film noir/cyberpunk kind of thing. It makes sense, really, if you read it. (I really need to pick that up again. It's a bit stalled at the moment because I have to do some research on forensics.)

2. What's your favorite genre to read?

I read a lot of nonfiction (research material, and because I just love learning stuff, seriously - I'm a bit of a nerd that way) but I'd have to say that right now it's short stories, because I'm trying to learn how to do something longer than a ficbit and shorter than an epic. *laugh* I'm reading Fragile Things (Gaiman) right now (I'm nearly done that), and a book of science essays. I don't know what I'm going to read next though. For genre fiction I think I like cyberpunk or magical realism more than anything else, but I usually get on kicks where I'll read a lot by a particular author. I did that with Haruki Murakami, who I love, and Gaiman, and the most recent was Aimee Bender, who is just marvelous (she wrote 'The Girl with the Flammable Skirt'. Excellent, so worth a read.)

3. Do you like to listen to music when you write, and if so, what kind?

I go through phases. I will listen to nearly anything - I'm not a huge fan of country (although I love old-school country like Johnny Cash, less so the new stuff, but always in moderation) or much hip-hop/rap. The three disks in heavy rotation right now are the soundtrack to 'The Piano', Yael Naim's new album and the soundtrack to Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex. I love the SOMA-FM 'Lush' station; I love show tunes (seriously) and I love good trance. And there's always Radiohead to come back to, of course.

4. Do you write fanfic other than House, or have you considered it?

True confession time: I was paranoid about writing fanfic for years. And I still am to a certain extent, largely because I don't really watch TV much - I watch a lot of movies or TV on DVDs (I'm going on a big Golden Girls thing right now) but new TV - I just forget about it, or I don't know what's good. So I'm still kind of paranoid about branching out because I don't know that I can get inside the characters very well and my brain locks up. Seriously, neurotic. I'd do it if I found more characters I could get inside, but I haven't yet, or at least I don't have a lot of confidence.

5. Do you watch sports, and if so, what kinds? (Olympic sports count!)

We watch the Olympics here at OMG APARTMENT, and have pretend arguments over the US/Canada divide. Chris roots for the American teams despite the fact that he's half Canadian just to spite me, and I root for Canada and get homesick and start searching out Canadian internet streaming media feeds again. I also like hockey in that I can actually follow it? But I don't watch hockey games much (it's that TV thing). I used to watch billiards with my mother a lot, actually, when I lived at home. And I love your posts about horse racing because they remind me of my grandmother who was very into that.

(if you want questions, you can ask me.) <3
phinnia: smiling dolphin face (nabokov/details)
1. What color is your toothbrush?
It's green and white. One of those battery powered electric ones, but the bottom bit is missing because apparently it's like, perfectly stimmie-sized or something like.

2. If you could live anywhere you wanted, where would it be?
Hmmmmm.
I really like it here, to be honest. I'd probably still live in Seattle and maybe even in my current neighborhood, but I'd be living in a little house instead of an apartment. The weather is usually more agreeable with my temperament here (although I am SO OVER THIS COLD AND RAIN IN JUNE THING) and okay, yes, hills, but this neighborhood's not so bad. But I'd also have a second house somewhere; maybe on a beach in North Carolina or the Oregon coast, someplace where I could go and write, or an apartment in New York City.

3. Have you ever been to Japan? I feel like maybe you have, but this is based on zero factual knowledge.
I have not! I'm just kind of obsessed with it, and I'm obsessed with details. *laugh* I'd like to go someday.

4. What's your favorite House ship, if you have one?
Hard question. I'm a House/Wilson girl from way back but I'm not totally set on that. I like House/13 and Kutner/13 and Cuddy/13 (okay, I'm kind of obsessed with 13, but in my defense, Olivia Wilde is hot and should be brought to my tent immediately after I assume the role of world despot). My dream guilty pleasure 'ship is actually House/Cate Milton (the south pole chick from 'Frozen'). House/Cuddy is interesting. I like unorthodox 'ships because I like to see how people can make them work and still have the characters be in character. I'll believe anything if the writer can make it plausible.

5. How did you become so awesome? Perhaps you were born that way?
Setting aside my usual modesty, I'm actually a case of late-onset awesome. I used to be seriously neurotic and socially anxious and basically a huge mess; I used to avoid human contact pretty much entirely. What you see before you is the result of thirty-one years of evolution and huge doses of anti-anxiety meds. Better living through chemistry. <3

(want some questions? ask me for some)
phinnia: smiling dolphin face (bunnystars)
Tagged by the most marvelous [livejournal.com profile] mirrormargaret. Six odd habits I have.

1. If a chocolate bar is molded into squares, I have to break it apart into its component squares before I eat it. I'm weirdly compulsive about it. (I'm actually weirdly compulsive about quite a few things, and in fact have obsessive-compulsive tendencies: not quite OCD, but kind of just below that. When I wasn't on Paxil I was a MESS. Compulsively worrying about pretty much everything, and I still have bad days where I worry about everything ... when I was a child it was worse, I would compulsively count syllables/my fingers/steps/anything, really.)

2. I am terrible with compass directions. I cannot get them. I always consider 'north' to be the way I'm facing. I live in a Phinnia-centric directional universe, it seems. :-)

3. I compulsively chew things: straws and chewytubes mostly.

4. I sing to myself under my breath when out alone; if I don't know the words to the tune I have (which is often considering I make up tunes) I'll just sing the alphabet or random words rhythmically. I also sing grocery lists so I don't forget them. I sometimes think people think I'm crazy. :-D Oddly enough, no one has ever questioned this habit, but people frequently think I'm crazy when I'm on a phone headset. WTF, y'all.

5. I am a compulsive organizer about some things and ridiculously lax about others. I hate it when my inbox has too many messages in it, but my desk organization system seems to consist of 'piles of things' or occasionally 'things in baskets/boxes'. But because of the visual memory (see next point) I can usually find things unless I don't remember putting them somewhere or don't remember moving them.

6. I have a very visual/spatial directional memory. If I've been somewhere once I can usually get there again, but my landmarking system is different than most people's (I use things like buildings, trees, certain memories of the last time I've passed a location, etc.). If I have to translate direections into more traditional ones I have to walk the route or deeply visualize in my head. This drives [livejournal.com profile] tallin CRAZY, or it did until he learned to translate my directions into something he could use, and to ask the right questions (okay, are you saying it's closer/further away from Landmark X?) If I travel around an area for a while I almost feel areas of the mental 'map' sliding into place like a puzzle and connecting with others, kind of like when the world map unfogs itself in World of Warcraft? It's hard to explain.

do it if you want. don't if you don't want. I'm easy that way. :-)
phinnia: a woman with a butterfly and kanji characters over her face (butterflyface)
Also known as [livejournal.com profile] recrudescence. If you want your own set of questions to love and pet and call George, just ask me.


1. What is one skill you wish you possessed?

I'd love to be able to draw well. Mostly because I would love to have another way of getting stuff out of my head and into a format that other people could access. Plus then I could write and illustrate my own webcomic.

2. How long have you been interested in writing?

Since .. forever? Approximately? As long as I can remember, anyway. If I had an attention span I'd do it for a living - I don't have an attention span right now, but I'm hoping to pick one up at some point. :P

3. What's your philosophy on life?

Live it and laugh at it. Because if you can't then you might as well just not bother with it.

It's pretty much the only thing that gets me through most days - of course it does get me some weird looks from people. I had to take Seaners to the doctor with me today because I couldn't get a sitter, and of course the doctor (poor resident, not my usual guy, and I felt bad for him because he was handed this ridiculously annoying problem that he couldn't do much for as it happens, and I have a complicated medical file) asked what was wrong with him: I told him he was autistic, blind and nonverbal, and that he has auditory processing issues. And then I said "Well, you know that one Gary Larson cartoon, "what dogs hear"? And in the top frame it was just a guy talking to his dog and he's saying things like "bad ginger! you've been very bad! bad dog, ginger!" and in the bottom frame the image is the same but the dog is hearing "blah blah blah GINGER blah blah blah blah GINGER." That's kind of how Sean's brain works.""
And it's true, it totally is. But he looked at me like I was on crack. Anyway, totally tangential story.

4. If you could live inside any painting, what would it be?

What an awesome question. <3 The Cafe Terrace on the Place du Forum, Arles, at Night. Because I'm a shameless Van Gogh fangirl. Runners-up would be any one of Monet's water lilies works or Manet's bar at the Folies-Bergere.

5. Do you plan on having more kids someday?

Extremely doubtful. Partly because the Demon Child is high maintenance enough: partly because I'm on so many damn meds and I'd have to go off of everything and I was a mess when I wasn't on anti-panic meds. There's always adoption, but I don't really want that right now.




In other news: I may have a subacute fracture to go with my soft tissue injury. Only thing I can do is put the brace on it or wrap it (may ask the PT tomorrow for wrapping suggestions) and take anti-inflammatories until we know for sure (after I get it x-rayed, which I'm doing tomorrow morning.) Fun times! *eyeroll*

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