sethrak: (Default)
::poing::

Upcoming PCS next month, lots of changes ahead. More as news arrives.

And yes. Still a Big Damn Nerd. Still a Big Damn Liberal.Still a God Damn Feminist.:D
sethrak: (Margaritaville)
SHIELD wants to take out the Avengers because they could "go rouge".

I am reasonably certain you meant 'rogue'. Still a flimsy and redonk plot device, but I doubt even Mustachetwirling!SHIELD cares what color the Avengers are, except for when Bruce goes green.

FYI, washcloth soaked in hot water and baby shampoo remove feces from textured walls more easily and with less damage to the texture than any cleaning spray I've tried to date.
sethrak: Yzma rubbing her eyes (Yzma)
Despite bed checks at fifteen minute intervals, Jack still managed a poopocalypse. A low grade one, thanks in part to the bed checks - possibly I should devise a scale similar to that used for earthquakes and hurricanes.

:temple rub::

Not enough caffeine and fake ice cream in the world.

He's finally asleep, in my room, so it's safe to slip out and deal with the emergency laundry he generated.

Mizuhara!!! ZODLINGS!!!!!

still sick

Sep. 25th, 2013 07:53 pm
sethrak: (Margaritaville)
Still waiting out the semitame Jackaroo.

But I just learned AO3 has a 'Tony needs a hug' tag for Avengers fics. SQUEE!

How the eldest daughter of a family of six grew up as starved for casual hugs as me, I will never grok. But ficcage will suffice for now.
sethrak: (Margaritaville)
Bouts of gas and constipation, even up to a week's worth, have become as much background noise as my cornea scar or inability to drive freeways. Unpleasant and inconvenient, but definitely Situation Normal, All Fouled Up. Dealing with low grade pain like a mermaid in water has been a Thing even longer.

But this afternoon I got unexpectedly whalloped by worse gas than usual, neck vein pain, and a sudden need to RUN to the bathroom. Fortunately it didn't last long, and I was able to take the boys to therapy. I just napped instead of working on cross stitch. But the neck veins still ache, and I plan to go to bed once Jack's asleep and I don't need to fear a poopocalypse.

What annoys me most is not knowing why. I've been good about my diet, damn it. It's not fucking fair.

I miss Tom. Barring a sudden alteration of space-time allowing me to get him back sooner? I miss human contact. Sigh.
sethrak: (Cordelia Naismith Vorkosigan)
There are a lot of reasons why I spent my teens and a goodly chunk of my twenties somewhere between 100 and 120 pounds, looking more like an emaciated victim of anorexia than my actual weight. (Anorexia, not one of the reasons.)

One of the biggest was my perpetual inability to make a saving roll against *lazy*. ::sigh, temple rub:: Cooking food takes effort, damn it.

Right now I am fighting off a massive case of 'don't wanna eat, or move, or DO ANYTHING'. I'm managing to avert the tendency to skip meals, at least, thanks to frozen chow mein.

I may be squishier than I like. But I am never going down the rabbit hole of unhealthy thinness again.
sethrak: (Cordelia Naismith Vorkosigan)
Portable to all Zodling infested areas, and capable of reading books or playing Angry Birds when n internet can be found.

Does not have to be shut down when the August monsoon season includes lightning.

Disadvantages:

Limited number of open tabs ;_;

Lousy bookmark interface.

Requires massive zooming in at times to make sure my finger clicks on the right link, followed by massive zooming out to make the new page legible.

Autocorrect. Fucking autocorrect.

The necessity of becoming an adept one fingered typist. Gah.

Oh and the ridiculous clusterfuck that is DW/LJ tags with the Kindle keyboard.


But since it lets me net surf while a splint-armed Jackaroo snores next to me and a storm rages, it'll do.
sethrak: Yzma rubbing her eyes (Yzma)
I suspect it's one where they can see dirt and plants and live things, and read about them, but not actually touch.

Going to throw some gardening links in here, since between the weather and the Schrodinger's Cat status of our living arrangements, I can't actually DO anything.

http://www.occupymonsanto360.org/2012/03/06/monsanto-free-seed-companies/

http://www.occupymonsanto360.org/2013/04/16/gardening-tomatoes-organically-a-quick-guide/

For those looking to avoid GMOs meticulously, please note some of the tomato breeds suggested as resistant to verticillium wilt are on the lists linked to in the first article as being owned by or connected to Monsanto. I'm more interested in keeping the dang things from cross-pollinating the entire world than I am concerned about the potential ill effects of eating GMOs, but it's still something to look at.

http://www.rareseeds.com/

http://organicgardensnetwork.blogspot.com/2010/12/66-things-you-can-grow-in-containers.html

http://www.butterfliesandmoths.org/checklists?species_type=All&tid=461

http://www.wildflower.org/collections/collection.php?collection=CO

http://www.wildflower.org/collections/

http://www.earthineer.com/content.php?blogid=1574

Probably going to do a tiny container garden if we're not moving this summer. A pot of dill, a pot of oregano, and whatever local flowers suit my fancy. Dreams of tomatoes and marigolds and plants for both caterpillars and butterflies will have to wait.

***

Today's been delightful all around. The scheduled three-hour power outage to enable wiring work for the eventual solar panels on our block was this morning. Huzzah. :/ I stuck it out for an hour with the boys before Mark's plaintive requests for Backyardigans drove me to dress everybody and head to Walmart for pedialyte. He's smart enough to know the Kindle can provide cartoons when the tv does not, but unfortunately trying to explain the Kindle needs internet access for Netflix or Amazon Prime video and internet access in turn requires electricity.... Not going to happen. Complete failure to grok.

Jack hasn't thrown up since last night, when he crawled between his fitted sheet and the mattress and proceeded to lose his entire dinner. ::face-palm:: Right now he's napping on the couch. Mark's still got diarrhea. Aside from that, they're bouncy and acting completely normal. So I don't feel TOO bad about foisting them on the staff member who will watch them while I'm at Mark's IEP tomorrow afternoon.

I'm all out of my dairy-free cream cheese, sour cream, and shredded cheese. :( Not willing to drag the boys out into the wet snow/rain/wind mix we have going on, not for that. Pedialyte and individially bottled juice so we didn't have to open the fridge was a necessity. Snacks are not.

But by God I am going to have some home-made cupcakes tonight.
sethrak: (Cordelia Naismith Vorkosigan)
The kind where, as I'm giving the Zodlings their baths and tucking them into bed, I could *swear* I'd just done this five minutes ago.

This despite having spent a moderately productive and interesting day baking and wrangling said Zodlings.

Mark's IEP got rescheduled for tomorrow afternoon. Tom is running the conn at home and retrieving Mark from the bus for me. I'm attending the IEP as Official Parental Unit. Sarah's communicating via teleconference as she can't make it down from Denver. Fingers crossed, and prayers requested from all sides.

Still no news from Misawa. We don't expect them to decide they can cope with our Zodlings, but I'd like firm confirmation of that so we can move on to the next part of the process for finding Tom's next assignment.

Stupid serotonin tricks are behaving themselves. Stupid gastro. tricks are only mildly annoying.

I need to catch up on my reading, on my efforts to learn knitting, and on my self-appointed 'Unfuck the habitat before our as-yet-to-be-scheduled PCS gorram it all" tasks.

Right now, heading to bed, as Tom has early duty requiring awakening at three am the rest of the week. Bleah.
sethrak: (Evil Smirk of Evilness)
Jack is home sick, so cannot do a longer post of nerdly glee and commentary.

But I had to post the following, which will make zero sense to anyone who doesn't fall into the overlapping portion of the Venn diagram regarding Mercedes Lackey fans and Walking Dead fans:

Michonne and Andrea = Tarma and Kethry, y/y?
sethrak: (Cordelia Naismith Vorkosigan)
Like I said in my last post, I recognized at a very early age that the way Gilbert treated Anne, and the way boys who allegedly torment girls to show they 'like' them, is utter bullshit, although I had no idea back then that this was a feminist way of thinking.

Another early influence?

Oddly enough, Reader's Digest Condensed Books from the 1950's that were lurking in my maternal grandmother's basement.

No, seriously.

Specifically, Jungle Girl, by John Moore, whose title I'd forgotten for years and years, merely remembered as 'that one book about the traveling carnival girl with the pet snakes', and whose author I'd never much paid attention to at all.

I think the earliest I read it was when I was a pre-teen, but could have been earlier - I was a very precocious reader.

For some reason, I've had those old books on my mind a lot lately, and this morning I finally decided to hit Wikipedia and see if I could find the titles of the ones I liked best, so I could try getting them from the library.

I expected to have to do a lot of trawling through lengthy lists - the books in my grandparents' basement alone were numerous, Readers' Digest sold a LOT of them over the decades, and I was unsure as to which decade (or possibly decades) their collection came from.

I hit jackpot pretty fast. Right on the main Wiki page, no need to trawl through the lists (yet) was the volume containing three of the ones I remembered best.

1959, Volume 37 - Spring

The Secret Project of Sigurd O'Leary - Martin Quigley
Dear and Glorious Physician - Taylor Caldwell
Collision Course - Alvin Moscow
Jungle Girl - John Moore
Epitaph for an Enemy - George Barr

Leonora (sp?) is the daughter of two carnival sideshow performers in the UK. Her late mother did an act with snakes; after her mother's death she inherited the act, but her father remarried and sunk into alcoholism. In exchange for a percentage of the profits, he passes on 'ownership' of her act and the money derived from it to the father of a young man who also does a sideshow, boxing against any locals who care to try a few rounds, and who has an 'understanding' of sorts with Leonora. (Lee is supposed to get a little pocket money, but this never quite materializes in the condensed version; a minor plot point is made of her asking and being stalled by the boyfriend's father.)

Sounds like a semi-typical patriarchal mid-50's happy little domestic arrangement, ne?

Except the bf's parents are in a hugely abusive relationship, and growing evidence suggests the bf will treat Lee the exact same way his father treats his mother once they're married. And flagrantly cheat on her just like his father as well. Not to mention the issue of Lee's pocket money. And the increasing pressure on her to dress more skimpily to attract more business. And the pressure to feed the poor snakes a little bit less and less as time goes on, since it cuts into the profit margin. And BF's work-related cranial injury, which he's afraid to tell anyone but Lee just how bad it really is.

Her situation increasingly worsens, but she's able eventually to get out with a somewhat conveniently timed white knight customer's assistance.

I remember vividly my outrage over the dicking around with her share of the money from her act (not that I could have remotely phrased ANY sentence with the term 'dicking around' back then, LMAO), and my worry over the increasing abuse, and incomprehension at BF's infidelity but continued presumption he'd marry Lee.... and it was just one of those books that resonates, you know.

Unfortunately, Amazon seems to think it's out of print. Going to try the library website next.
sethrak: (Cordelia Naismith Vorkosigan)
I also recall, rather vividly, the part in the book where Diana is gushing to Anne about how awesome it is that Gilbert's come back to their school. ' "He just torments our lives out, Anne." Her tone of voice indicated Diana rather liked having her life tormented out than not. ' Made no sense to me at the time. Still doesn't.

http://www.patheos.com/blogs/lovejoyfeminism/2013/03/that-just-means-he-likes-you.html

Bullying as a form of male admiration was bullshit back then, and it was bullshit when school staff members tried to explain away the bullying I received from boys (they had less to fall on when it came to the girl bullies), and it continues to be pure and utter bullshit.
sethrak: (Bouncing_Panda)
Just found out that PPLD has every book on page three of my Amazon wish list for craft/sewing books, and a good-sized chunk of page two. (Page one is primarily composed of knitting/crocheting/amigurumi books, and until I get semi-skilled on doing basic knit and crochet, I'm not going to check to see if they're available.)

Thus far, I've read some of Ursula K Leguin's oldest books in the Hainish series. I have a couple gardening books sitting upstairs to be read while doing laundry this morning. I have a classic book on feminism by Simone de Beauvoir. And a copy of Bimbos of The Death Sun, a really adorably goofy little mystery book set in late 1980's scifi/fantasy convention culture, that I first read well over ten years ago in the collection of a certain extremely ex-boyfriend; one of the few good memories I have of that time.

And I have a ton of books on my holds list that will eventually make their way to me. :D

Dentist tomorrow. :/ I'd consider chickening out, except we're required to have a DOD form filled out by my dentist as part of our out-processing for Japan/protesting the Japan assignment via EFMP process.

At least the cymbalta seems to be keeping me less abjectly terrified than I'd normally be the day before a dental appt.
sethrak: (Cordelia Naismith Vorkosigan)
Yesterday, Tom came home and told me that the computer system for outprocessing to new assignments is down until early April for previously-scheduled maintenance and software upgrades/changeovers.

EFMP's system is still up and running, so we're forging ahead on that side.

Today, he forwards me an email he received in response to his inquiry of the Misawa school's special ed department. It was from no less a personage than the Pacific Area Special Education specialist, who is also the coordinator for the DoDEA Exceptional Family Member Program Educational Screenings for the Pacific region.

She informed Tom that Misawa has only minimal services designed for mild to moderate special needs students, and the OCONUS Directory of schools specifically states that Misawa is not staffed or resourced for children with autism. (This matches what I'd already seen on the DoDEA websites.)Further, there are *no* locations in PACAF that can ensure ABA therapy services through the DoDEA schools or through local community services.

She recommended strongly we act through our local EFMP for possible options.

So it looks like EFMP will declare Misawa a no-go; after that, when they go through the obligatory submission of our needs to five other PACAF bases, those will also be declared a no-go; and then they'll have to figure out what to do with Tom next.

My money's on a two-year unaccompanied remote to Misawa, with me and the Zodlings staying here. :(

Getting PCSed to another CONUS base while Tom's gone, to wait for him to return, is also a strong possibility. :(
sethrak: Yzma rubbing her eyes (Yzma)
I just need to vent about one thing.

THE MORNING AFTER PILL ***DOES NOT WORK THAT WAY***!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

::deep breath::

I can understand Country Girl incorrectly calling them abortion pills, she's from a conservative background which probably earnestly tells everyone they really are abortion pills and the people who say otherwise are godless liars, and she's also deeply freaked out about the near-miss she and Pizza Delivery Boy had with the unexpected walker at the pharmacy. (About which, more at some point.)

But god DAMN it you lazy writers! They are called morning after pills for a reason! If you're at the point where you're testing positive on a pee strip and having stereotypical nausea symptoms, you've got a fertilized egg implanted and the morning-after pill won't do damn skippy to help you anymore! Throw in a couple lines about how the pregnant woman knows they probably won't work but she's desperate enough to try anyway!

Gah!

Gah, I say!
sethrak: Ivanova: GOD SENT ME (Ivanova)
The latest and greatest SNAFU we've been presented with?

Tom's been non-vol'ed to MISAWA.

The one base in Japan whose school does NOT have an autism program in their special ed dept.

We can fight it based on the boys' EFMP status, but Tom's been informed if we win, he'll get sent on the next remote that opens up - which won't be Korea, as they are full ass UP in his career field at present. Which means instead he'll get sent to Misawa ALONE, for TWO years.

Or, we may just decide 'bugger all this' and he won't re-enlist. His current tour of duty is up in December.


I have no words.

All I can do is find our copies of their IEPS and Jack's EFMP paperwork, so Tom can use them to fight this assignment.

"Abernathy, someone's soul is going to writhe for this" - The Lone Power, Diane Duane.
sethrak: (Evil Smirk of Evilness)
I've actually made it to Season 2.

And I no longer need to lurk beneath the household's most-coveted blanket. :D Just occasionally cling to Tom or "check the laundry".

So. Season Two opener. Camera does a slow lingering shot of Redneck Robin Hood, aka Darryl, roaring down a highway on a very badass motorcycle, the kind with the super-high handlebars, and his crossbow strapped to his back.

Me: And suddenly, millions of women who are only watching this because of their significant others go 'sploosh'.
Tom: ::lols::

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