A meme

Jul. 16th, 2007 10:12 pm
rissymonster: (Bubbleses)
Per [livejournal.com profile] kassrachel, the guidelines, should you choose to accept them (acceptance optional), for Mr. Meme are as follows:
1. Tell me a random fact about you, and 2. I will ask you five questions, and 3. Propagate the meme when you post your answers. Feel free to dive in, or not, as you are so moved (or not).

Expandkass had the following questions for me )

My random fact was one to describe one of my borderline OCD tendencies: when I pluck my eyelashes periodically to avoid them getting in my eyes, I feel compelled to pluck at least ten (at least twenty is ideal).

And now I'm going to try out a combination of possible insomnia remedies--reading in the tub with a glass of wine. If that doesn't work, maybe tomorrow I'll try afternoon napping after a brisk walk around the lake and a valerian cooldown.
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The mail today included an invitation to a web seminar for Integrated Paving Concepts. Part of me actually is kind of excited about the prospect of spending time learning about "durable, cost-effective and attractive surfacing solutions." (The rest of me doesn't have the time for such frippery just now.)
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I would like to officially join the Hot Fuzz love train. Started out amusing and enjoyable, then busted open a massive can o' whoopass. Oh yes, it was a beautiful thing.
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Some of my co-worker buds just came back from RiteAid with an advance b-day gift: http://www.marshmallowshooter.com/ (this appears to be the "Original Marshmallow Shooter"), and a bag of ammomallows. I? Am in love with my new toy.

ETA: Hmm. The proper ammomallows for this model are the teeny kind, but my co-workers purchased the large kind (it wasn't clear from the box). Need more (mini)-marshmallows.
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It's not even listed in our crazy-ass rules. Boy, that was a stoopid way to end the game.

It was not my night. I'm playing softball again--on second, so I don't have to throw as much, and trying to draw walks when possible. I'm a pretty decent first basewoman, and pretty mediocre at second (especially when I can't throw).

Icing now. The acupuncturist will yell at me, and my arm's a bit achy, but the need for women was strong.
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We were helping a friend set up for an auction for her SF-LA Aids Ride when she mentioned she'd forgotten to pick up salad dressing.

The studio space's kitchen yielded the following:
* juice pack (apple)
* honey
* a wide assortment of teas, including lemon ginger

Microwave (to ensure solubility of the honey, and let the tea steep a bit), and voila! Moderately tasty makeshift salad dressing.

A thickening agent might have been good, but the closest things there were instant mashed potato mix and rice cakes. Or if I'd had a stove, I'd have tried to do more of a reduction.
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I thought the gent behind the counter at the coffee shop said those were "risky muffins."

Expandwhat he really said... ) Once again, I think I like my mis-hearing/reading better. And wonder if I'm slowly losing my hearing.
rissymonster: (Bubbleses)
Per the threat of the PT that she'd send me for a cortisone shot (ugh) if I didn't improve, I'm off arm intensive exercises for the next week or so, including biking down the pothole-laden streets of Oakland and Berkeley. I think allowable exercises are down to walking, stationary bike, and water aerobics. Yeehaw.

However, I did meet more mylastnames in the PT's office on Monday--a young woman who's just had knee surgery and her dad. She signed in right after me, and we are seeing the same PT. Our handwriting is also fairly similar, which was a little eerie. We compared surgery scars (mine have healed nicely, so I recommended the vitamin e rubbing to her) and chatted briefly. We could be distantly related: their relatives are from Ohio most recently, but my father's dad (Irish Catholic) got disowned by his family when he married my grandmother (Irish Protestant), so knowledge about that side of the family is spotty at best. So very hateful and dumb: I remember my grandmother telling me that the family's priest had told my grandfather his kids would be bastards.
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...and for a minute thought Continental Airlines was offering a chance to "end up someplace amusing."

They were really offering a chance to earn miles and end up someplace amazing.

I rather like my version better. And, as B'squatch points out, this would make an excellent mix tape title. Hmm.
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After a day of interviewing high school students for a scholarship program, and baby-sitting [livejournal.com profile] nickykaa's lovely baby, I met up with the [livejournal.com profile] bobsquatch and a bunch of others for Highlander's funny dress/tell an embarrassing story birthday party. A good time is had by all and there are embarrassing stories galore, including my shower interruptus trilogy, which didn't even crack the top three. The party ends and we wended our way to BART with, I thought, plenty of time to get the next BART train.

ExpandI get a good head start on the embarrassing stories for next year )
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The acupuncturist wants me to avoid spicy and heating-generating (from a chi-perspective) foods, and these are the stuff that makes my diet go. Luckily, wasabi seems to be ok. But acu-dude winced visibly when I described last weekend's one-two birthday party punch: the 30 year old's party was at a tasty (and spicy as all get out) Jamaican restaurant in West Oakland on Friday eve, and the 1 year old's dol sang was at a Korean restaurant Saturday. So, stuff me full of tofu and cucumbers and green tea for a while.

Wednesday's PT session featured both the domestic and martial flare-up contributors--the physical therapist critiqued my knitting technique (verdict: my knitting form needs major work) and let me do one run-through of the first jo kata on Wednesday with a mini-jo, after which she said said: "That's so cool.... Don't do that for a while, though." Although I've been sitting out large chunks of aikido classes of late and not knitting, the pain isn't going away really. Filing hurt today. Filing? Should not hurt. Today, she threatened to put my arm in a sling to make me rest. I told her maybe we'd consider that after the B-squatch's test Sunday. Oh, and the softball game Monday (we have a bye the following week, so this might work out).

I need to exercise; my weight's not great, my aerobic fitness level is craptastic, and my blood pressure's in that not-so-good creeping towards 140-90 again. Sounds like it's gonna be a lot of exercise biking for a while though. Any of the locals want to walk around the lake, say next Thursday?
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ExpandNotes from today's phys. therapy session on my forearms: )

I really like my physical therapist. It just would be nice to see her when things aren't going haywire with my body.

2nd kyu test on 4/1 = dubious

It lives!

Feb. 25th, 2007 02:31 pm
rissymonster: (Anime Me)
Contrary to my fervent wishes, Spicy and Sour Tofu Soup from the Thai place Wednesday night did not in fact stave off the onslaught of Mr. Virus 2007. MV2007 featured the usual staples of a rissymonster cold: sore throat, sinus/chest congestion and production of more mucus than should reasonably fit in one person's head; however, it also upped the ante with a spate of 102 degree fever, ear clogginess and a three day long headache. For a while there, I was the saddest lil woobie. I even missed two full days of work, which is almost unheard of (a downside to the short commute is that I often wind up trying to work while sick).

I am still not feeling good per se, but I am feeling human-ish again. I like having use of my brains and the ability to remain conscious for hours at a time. All hail the restorative powers of soup, juice and tea!

Thanks to the bobsquatch for procuring soup/drugs and smoochies, and caramida/nickykaa/osirusbrisbane for links o' tastiness.

And now I figure out what needs to get done before I leave for the conference in So Cal Tuesday.

ETA: Based on this, I'm starting to think that flu might be more likely. Usually, with a cold, I can get a day's work done before collapsing at home, rather than needing a nap after doing the dishes. So, next year: I'm getting a flu shot, even if I have to lie about prior egg allergies to get it.
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As Daddy Mars would say:

Amuse me, damnit! Amuse me now!
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www.sfgate.com/n/pictures/2007/02/06/gameface1.jpg

Poor lil woobie. Sanj, is my usage on woobie proper?
rissymonster: (Pie!)
Yesterday was a blur of activity, from morning til night, and I never entirely felt like I got to experience anything from beginning to end properly until the party last night.

Started out with the delegate assembly of our Local (Bay Area) union chapter in SF. I tried joking with our chapter leader that I thought one of the main purposes of a union was that one didn't have to show up somewhere for duty at 9am on a Saturday morning, but he didn't seem to find that as funny as I did.

Expandwhir, whir, whir )

And in an apartment whose people-density at times approached the people-density of Times Square on New Year's***** was finally able to relax, kick back and eat tasty foods (and haggis), drink scotch******, and just hang out. And there were bagpipes. And in honor of actually seeing things through, we actually stayed through the end of the Braveheart screening*******, ("Even though Mel Gibson is a homophobic anti-semite, he did make one helluva good film about Scotland."), and then caught one of the all-night service buses home.

Now, I'm a little hungover (and slept through aikido, on which I blame too much cask strength Maccallums), but feeling largely tranquil. Today, we clean house.

Expandfootnotes )
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We received a call last night at 11pm. And, since it was 11pm, decided to ignore it and continue with our puzzle pirating. When we checked a couple of hours later, we discovered it was from our downstairs neighbor/resident manager, asking us to turn down our radio, because it was vibrating terribly through the floor.

We just got a noise complaint because of NPR.

So I'm a little bemused, though sympathetic, since it wasn't soft exactly. But I'm left wondering whether what vibrated through the floor was the bouncy transition music, or the deep resounding voices of the male anchors. Bass boost was not enabled.

Soooo, will try to remember to turn down the music after 10pm on weeknights.

But dudes, NP scupperin'R
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The clock is now ticking on my (right) hand/forearm's 15 minutes of fame. The "glove" is actually a reindeer sock.

In other news, my forearms are getting all tendonitis-y (e.g. trying to stretch out for the hand-holding triggered some ouchy), and our dojo cranial sacral guy has indicated that I might benefit from rolfing. Others have mentioned acupuncture.

As though to trigger me into further action, my back got progressively achier throughout the day yesterday, and when I laid down with some ministrations from Bob (hot toddy + hot water bottle) I slept for approx. 18 hours last night/this morning/this afternoon.

Have any of y'all been rolfed or acupunctured, and if so, do you have recommendations for either/both (for practitioners, preferably in the Bay Area)? I have tendon-y type tightness to varying degrees in both legs, both forearms, and my lower back and shoulders/neck get periodically achy.

In a strange way, I generally feel really strong and am generally in ok (not great) shape, but the migrating pain is less than ideal.
rissymonster: (Bubbleses)
Upon retiring to Chez Rissysquatch after a nice sushi dinner this evening, Ms. EC and Bobsquatch and I are sitting around eating ice cream with several chocolate sauces (thanks stealthmuffin and thomascantor for the tasty spiced chocolate verion!).

We get to talking about (amongst other things such as deer gutting illustrating and the best way, per Martha Stewart, to collect and kill fruit flies*) superheroes and cooking books, and I have a Scathingly Brilliant Idea, which we proceed to flesh out.**

This is a zine/webcomic. "Heddy Hopper"*** starts off each episode by putting a casserole in the oven (or slow cooker for variety), is called to defuse a bomb or save the children or some such Adventure, and must then race back a la Ferris Bueller in time to serve up dinner for her family/friends/the Swedish Ambassador/etc. I now also realize that each episode/strip should feature a recipe.

There is severe crossover potential in the TV realm for a comic drama with 42 minute episodes, and 24 style real time unfolding of events.


* Martha is a stone cold killa, and recommends boiling water for the killing portion.
** Am I smoking the crack? Or is this idea just crazy enough to work?
*** This name bears less resemblance to Betty Crocker in print than when said aloud. I think it'd skate under the radar.

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