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      CommentAuthorFishelle
    • CommentTimeMay 11th 2012 edited
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    Today was my first day training for work at the art museum. (The happy thoughts I asked you to send pages ago on this thread worked!) It was so nice, especially when I compared it in my mind to the job I've had every other summer. Last year, the paperwork I had to fill out took over 4 hours. The paperwork for this job: 15-20 minutes. Last year I was working for an organization that honestly sucked my soul out and left me empty of all joy. This year, my entire workplace exists to get people to see art and be excited about it. Last summer I lived at home with my parents, and after a few months ago when my mom threatened to cut off my finances over a blog post I wrote about a boy in a print, I just knew I couldn't do that again. Now I live with my sister, who I've lived with all school year, and with whom I get along very well. I have another year left of this living situation, and I couldn't be happier about it.

    Also, today I came home to a freshly cleaned living room, then went to the humane society to consider adopting a kitty (there was one I held for a good hour, but I don't think we'll end up getting her), and bought a pair of shoes for myself for the first time since last summer. (For the work uniform, but still. They're cute.)

    And I've had tons of ideas for art to do lately. Just today at lunch I came up with ideas for another half a dozen comics I want to do. It'll be nice to have some things to fall back on when the inevitable block comes along.

    Really, all is well. I haven't been this happy in a long time. The only thing that could possibly bring me down at this point is the fact that I'll only have pay for 4 short days of work when rent is due, which won't be quite enough. But I think I'll post a blog tonight with the art I managed to finish this last semester and some real cheap sale prices and see if that helps any. Worst case scenario, I have to ask my parents to lend me money, and it's not like it's the first time.

    Yay for all your joys, and love to you, my dear Whitechapel! And hugs to all those that need them.
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    @oldhat: I love the concept of Huggin and Munin so hard! That would be a totally sweet tattoo. Long ago on this forum I mentioned that there should be a Huggin and Munin mead out there. Someday. Anyway. Cooooool.

    @fishelle: Yay!!
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      CommentAuthoroldhat
    • CommentTimeMay 11th 2012
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    @trini:

    O'er Mithgarth Huggin and Munin both
    Each day set forth to fly;
    For Huggin I fear lest he come not home,
    But for Munin my care is more.


    yeeeeeeep.
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      CommentAuthorFauxhammer
    • CommentTimeMay 13th 2012
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    I'm always polite to corvids.

    Because you never know.
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    First nice weekend for probably six weeks? It's a novelty that it's not raining. Been gardening, doing stuff, and we took the kiddies out to Fort Nelson, which is the national artillery museum, situated in one of the Palmerston forts that were constructed in the Victorian era to protect Portsmouth naval base from landward attack. I love all that dregs of Empire stuff, it's fascinating to look at, even though you're always aware it was a monstrous enterprise. They have bits of the Iraqui supergun there, which is pretty interesting. Just nice we managed to get them out of the house, as they were going a bit crazy.

    About to iron, then bathe, groom, and then get ready to throw myself into next week's Hell.
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    Hahhah, right. Thank you life for once again reminding not to take you too seriously.

    I had some plans for this Sunday, which got cancelled. Late in the afternoon I ended up alone in this downtown beer bar, a better class of place in a premium location and with 60 special beers, that kind of joint. I spent time reading a good book ("Serpent Uncoiled", as it happens, enjoying it a lot) and talking with several people online about life, death and important things. Feeling philosophical, thoughtful, quite melancholy - you know, that kind of a day.

    ...and then this older stylish business jacket wearing woman rips out an enormous loose fart right next to me, at the bar counter. It sounded like a horse blowing raspberries and the smell made my eyelashes and nose hairs curl. If, during an all night beer bender, one of my male friends had managed to do that, the conversation would have stopped and there would have been applause.

    Yep. Thank you, world, feeling much better right now.
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    Wonderful weekend. Got something on The List done, and have ideas for a couple others. Stayed true to myself over a couple of things. Drank coffee with a dear friend (one of those you feel you've known forever even when you haven't; and could probably sit in silence with reading or something without feeling you were out of place) and made (I think) a new one... Have a software shopping list that could be scary... Inspired and music and scribbles and funny bits popping into my head faster than I can write them down or process them... DH missed me... There was sunshine and vodka and cake and dancing after midnight and...

    Just utterly blissfully happy...
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      CommentAuthoroldhat
    • CommentTimeMay 13th 2012 edited
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    I MADE THIS!



    Raised bed garden. I know it's just a box, but I seriously am not a handy person at all. Even failed shop class in middle school. So getting the lumber for this and making it work was a real accomplishment for me.

    Made a newspaper mulch at the bottom so no weeds happen. Need a LOT more soil, but with a little luck it'll be ready this week and my vegetables will be ready for transplanting in a week or two.
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      CommentAuthorAlastair
    • CommentTimeMay 14th 2012
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    whatcha growin?
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      CommentAuthoroldhat
    • CommentTimeMay 14th 2012
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    Onions, Basil, Jalapeno Peppers, Radishes, Squash and beans.
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      CommentAuthorAlastair
    • CommentTimeMay 14th 2012
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    oooooooooo good call! home grown onions are the best
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      CommentAuthorallana
    • CommentTimeMay 14th 2012
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    Nice. I'm putting together my flower beds today, hopefully. I've decided on beets, peas, radishes, lettuce, carrots, and a few herbs.
    Newspaper mulch is a good idea! I was just gonna throw in a bunch of compost one foot down.
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      CommentAuthorFauxhammer
    • CommentTimeMay 14th 2012
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    Apparently I'm to be on the Zoloft until I can get an appointment with the shrink, who can supply the heavy artillery. I'm surprisingly psyched about this; I'm so conditioned by growing up in a tough neighborhood to conceal any gaps in the armor, and talking about these things with my GP was tough. But I go to her when my body is sick, why not my brain?

    We'll see.
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    @oldhat. If you've got limited space have you thought about growing potatoes in old tyres?
    http://www.ecopunk.org.uk/2007/03/growing-potatoes-in-tyres.html
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      CommentAuthorrazrangel
    • CommentTimeMay 15th 2012
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    Had a good cry at the funeral. Held friends and told them I love them with more ferocity than I've said those three words in a while.
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      CommentAuthortexture
    • CommentTimeMay 15th 2012
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    @Fauxhammer: Good work, brother. Meds can be very useful for fixing problems in the short term and giving you space to breathe. In the long term, if you can find someone to talk to professionally, you can fix whatever the root cause is, or at least work on it. Therapeutic relationships are what is important, rather than what kind of therapy you undergo - CBT was helpful for me, but psychoanalysis worked better. It's different for everyone. It's a talking cure so it has to be with someone you feel you can trust. Finding the right person can take time. It doesn't sound like you're going to actively fight the treatment, but often people who do do that, do so because they haven't encountered the right therapist / counsellor / person. Take it slowly, be kind to yourself, keep being this brave and you'll have this beat.
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      CommentAuthorAlastair
    • CommentTimeMay 15th 2012
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    eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

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    So, I drove back from a long, long day in Leamington yesterday - it's about a 150 mile journey. The light was utterly magnificent - a beautiful warm glow picking out the oilseed rape fields and the cloud banks. Totally glorious, and wished I had a camera with me, which I didn't.


    And then when it was dark, and I was hurtling down the A34 towards Winchester, I started thinking about the car and the engine and the processes that were transferring energy from the fuel and propelling me down the road, the violence of internal combustion, and then I thought 'there's nothing keeping the car apart from the road and nothing dividing me from the car, we are all energy patterns in the same universe, no separation is necessary'. And then there was no me, and no car, and no road, just a mind observing itself, and then there was no pain, striving, fatigue - all of it was gone and I felt a sense of overwhelming calm and gentle euphoria like nothing I've experienced for years and years.


    I thought after a while though, that it might still be messy, if this blissful man-mercedes-universe combo of a tonne and a half of flesh and steel ran into the back of a stationary vehicle at 90mph so I slapped myself hard in the face just to make sure I could still feel pain and was all still there.

    Still feel chilled though, despite another immensely busy deadline day, when normally I'd be crawling up the walls and shouting at people and things...
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      CommentAuthorrazrangel
    • CommentTimeMay 15th 2012
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    PUPPIES! ...i think?
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      CommentAuthorbrittanica
    • CommentTimeMay 15th 2012
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    I picked some raspberries! I listened to Sparks songs really really loudly driving on the interstate (the Plagiarism version of "Something For the Girl With Everything" w/ Faith No More? Easy to drive way too fast listening to that)! Alastair has puppies! I'm on allergy meds and therefore a little foggy but it's okay!