moiread: (SHINIES • a botanist in faeryland.)
I have bought a lot of shinies from [livejournal.com profile] elisem over the years and, since she's still making lovely things, I don't expect to stop acquiring more anytime soon. Like a dragon, I now have a small hoard. As awesome as that is, the pieces that I love most have changed over time, and there are a lot of items that I just don't wear anymore. I think they deserve better than languishing in my jewellery box, so I'm sending them out into the world to seek new homes and new civilizations, to boldly go new adventures. Any money I make from these sales will help me afford the confluence of Christmas and vet bills. (My formerly-abused rescue dog says thank you for anxiety meds!)

Lots of earrings and pendants here! )
moiread: (bookish • liv t.)
World Book Day is coming up on April 23rd. I'm not sure why this meme is going around now, two months in advance, but I'm down with it anyway. Basically it is an opportunity to me to be all "BOOK PR0NS!!!" at you, and any excuse to do that is awesome.

The book I am currently reading: Cat Valente ([livejournal.com profile] yuki_onna)'s Habitation of the Blessed, though I have had to pause to mutilate the book with scissors. I really really really hate the deckle edge on it, and it is making turning the pages annoying, so while I appreciate the stylistic choice to use it, I am still painstakingly cutting the edge off every page. (YEAH, YEAH, LAUGH AT ME ALL YOU WANT. I really am that fucking neurotic.) Once I am done that, I will resume reading it.

The books I am currently writing: Hahaha. Haha. Ha.

The book I love most: I refuse to answer this on the grounds that it is a dumb question. I am not aware of anybody who really geeks out over books who has a One True Favourite, and I hate this question more than any other question I have ever been asked in my life. (Other stupid questions: "What is your favourite song?" and "What is your favourite food item?" ASK SMARTER.) But if somebody wants me to talk about some of the books I love and why -- apart from the ones in this post, obviously -- then just ask. I can do that.

The last book I received as a gift: Mris ([livejournal.com profile] mrissa) sent me Paolo Bacigalupi's The Windup Girl and a De Lint novel that I didn't own my own copy of. Until now. :D :D

The last book I gave as a gift: Just last night, I sent Emily ([livejournal.com profile] skycornerless) a copy of Jo Walton ([livejournal.com profile] papersky)'s Among Others. Before that, I think it was the Christmas present books I gave to Rose ([livejournal.com profile] unintendedmuse), which were the two Cherie Priest 'Clockwork Century' novels that are currently in print and Juliet Marillier's Daughter of the Forest and at least one other book that I forget now because I suck. (I also gave my brother my first three 'The Dresden Files' books by Jim Butcher just last week, but since my brother and I treat our libraries as interchangeable, it doesn't really count. I currently have Elizabeth Bear's All the Windwracked Stars on my shelf, for instance, and have since mid-January, even though I got it for him as part of his Christmas present, because he said he had too much other stuff on his list first and wouldn't get around to it for awhile, so I yoinked it back.)

The nearest book on my desk: China Miéville's Un Lun Dun, which I have been carrying around in my purse all week but haven't actually had a chance to start on yet.

And a question I am adding:

What is the most recent book you bought for yourself: The most recent book purchase I made for me was four copies of Emma Bull ([livejournal.com profile] coffeeem)'s Finder. Yes, four. Two hardcover with the pretty Richard Bober illustration, and two paperback (one of which is also with the Richard Bober art, and is signed by Emma inside). WHAT? Don't give me that look. It's out of print and I found some at a local used bookstore for a great price and I know I'll wind up sending some to people as gifts, so I figured I should stock up while I had the chance, yeah? In fact, three of them already have people they're meant to go to... So I guess actually I wasn't really buying them for myself. Uhhhh. Okay, I know! I pre-ordered Cat Valente's Deathless, because I read the excerpt up on Tor and loved it.
moiread: (GLEE • antidepressants.)
There's a meme going around in which people come out about their mental illnesses in an effort to stop the giant wall of stigma and silence that keeps people suffering all alone, that keeps them from feeling like they can talk about it without judgment or reprisals, that keeps them from asking for help because the going attitude is that if you have to ask for help then you're a failure.

I hate that wall of stigma and silence, and I happily and wholeheartedly endorse this movement of speaking out against it, if only because I know that talking about it and asking for help is not a failure, but rather the only way to really win. It sucks that it falls to the victims and broken people to beat that wall down, but it's never going to happen unless we fight, so I'm all for fighting, if you feel like that's something you can handle. Exposure is the only way people have any kind of opportunity to learn, you know? Knowledge doesn't happen in a vaccuum. I'm smart enough to know that while one post won't change the world, it may affect a little bit of change in one corner of the world, and those little bits of change build up into big change. That's how it works.

I would happily join the wave of people "coming out" as part of this meme, but that's a bit hard to do when I've been openly talking about my wonky brain for a long time now. And the biggest thing I've come to see is that every time I talk about my baggage, whether it's mental or physical or whatever, it helps somebody else. I know this because those people tell me that it does. I spoke, and that helped them to speak, and it helped me too, so I keep speaking. And in the interest of continuing to speak, even if I can't "come out", I will instead echo another thread that I've seen winding through the posts about this.

From TheBlogness.com:
Someone once told me that he'd rather have "a broken, bed-ridden Jenny than no Jenny at all" and that kept me alive when I thought the world would be better off without me. But what he said was (and still is) the truth. Your friends and family want you…broken or not. Don't leave. Speak out. Be honest about your condition to let others know that they can be honest with theirs.

If you think that being broken and a mess means nobody will care about you or "put up with" you, you're wrong. No matter who you are, no matter how broken you are, someone out there loves you. They love you for you, and they love you despite your baggage. People put up with my shit and still love me and help me and hug me and do nice things for me and think I'm worth being around and, even if some days I can't understand why because my brain is a traitorous little shit, I can't argue with it. I used to try but the proof is, as they say, in the pudding. After enough years of people sticking around when they don't have to, eventually you clue in, and the only answer you have left to explain their behaviour is that you must be worth something, even if you can't see it. Because those people are not exactly stupid, you know? They are people I like and admire, whose opinions I respect, and they have made their opinion of me clear. And that knowledge is enough for me, in my bad days, to hammer down the painful and insidious feelings of self-hate that my broken brain floods me with.

So remember that, please, because it's true. Somebody out there loves you. If you're reading this, I love you. I'm not the only one, either, and no matter what your treacherous brainbits tell you, that isn't going to change. When all else fails, use that as your ammo.
moiread: (WORK • rainbow coloured pencils.)
(WARNING: Image-heavy. Also, I apologize for the shitty formatting, but I am exhausted and about to pass out on the keyboard, so I'm doing this real fast. I'll make it prettier in the morning.)

Tonight my brother and his girlfriend came over and we made Skittle vodka. It was awesome. We used this tutorial, and here is how it went...

So many fun colours! )
moiread: (SNAKE • eve the corn snake.)
Ages ago, I promised you guys a post about setting up Eve's new tank, complete with photographic evidence of how much she's grown. Other things kept getting in the way, but now it's time! My friends Frances ([livejournal.com profile] torrain) and John ([livejournal.com profile] theweaselking) were over tonight to pick up some stuff (they brought me delicious pork roast the other night and left me with a storage drive full of tv shows!), and Frances wanted to meet Eve, so she got to do that and feed her besides. It reminded me that I never did make my big post, and since I'm hard up for shit to do these days, I figured now was a great time to get on it. Because it's been requested of me and I know some of you are considering getting snakes of your own, I'll try to include as much terrarium-relevant husbandry info as I can. Feel free to ask questions, too, if you want.

So here goes! Remember that all photos can be clicked on to view a larger version.

You remember when I first posted photos of Eve and she was tiny? Like, small enough that she could hide under my keyboard? I took this photo about a week after I got her, but never wound up posting it:



Well, she let's just say that she is not that small anymore. )
moiread: (facepalm • cate b.)
Ha. "Invisible Disability Bingo Card". Reminds me of "Stupid Shit People Say to Me".

Seriously, if I hear one more person wishing they could "do what [I] do" and "stay in bed all day", I might start throwing things. I haven't been to work in almost three weeks now. Is anyone actually stupid enough to think that I'm just lazing around because it's fun and that it feels good, instead of that I'm lying there because I'm mind-breakingly exhausted and in pain, wishing I could be at work and trying not to freak out that I'm going to lose my job?

Anyway. A health update has been requested of me, so here it is:

I am managing. I am not well -- I'm still dizzy enough all the time that just bending down to take food out of the fridge makes my vision swim, and I had to lie down on the floor for fifteen minutes after trying to put away a few cans of soup in a high cupboard -- but I'm within the spectrum of stuff I have coping strategies for. I have the walker with the seat on it, so I can sit in that while I take things out of the fridge and fix basic no-cooking meals on the counter. The way my heart pounds frantically over something as simple as going from bedroom to kitchen to get a glass of water kind of freaks me out, but since I'm fairly certain it's not actually going to explode anytime soon, I'm not that worried about it. It's just... disconcerting.

My parents have been over to help out -- I made a grocery list of everything I'd need for a week of "no cooking more complicated than sticking something in the microwave for five minutes because using the stove is probably unwise just now" and my mom did a grocery run for me, while my dad unloaded and reloaded the dishwasher and took out my recycling and stuff. They are behaving very well so far, which means I can just be plain old grateful for the help, and I am. I've asked my mom to stop in here on her way home from work tomorrow so I can have somebody in the apartment when I attempt to shower tomorrow, since there's a good chance it'll go badly. Not so badly that I expect I'll fall over and crack my head open, but I'd like someone on the other side of the door just in case, and preferably not my father or brother, who would not cope well with having to rescue a naked, bloody, unconscious me from the floor. I'm not sure I would cope well with having my mother do it, but hey, necessity wins.

So things suck, but I have help, and apart from being incredibly bored and frustrated as all hell, I'm basically fine.

....I can't believe I just typed that. Wow. I really do have some fucked up definitions of words. Quoth my dad: "Sweetheart, you have a weird definition of the word 'bad'." Because I had said this wasn't overly so. I mean, yes, I know other people have it way worse than me. Hell, I am friends with someone who has, in fact, dealt with severe non-stop vertigo 24/7 for years, who can probably look at my situation -- hanging onto things, falling over in the shower, using the walls around my apartment to make sure I know which way is up when the room spins, not being able to bend down or reach up too high because it makes the world tilt, depending on the walker, etc -- and laugh. But still. My perspective is a little fucked up. So okay, maybe I'm not "fine", but I SAID I WAS COPING. That's like the same thing, right?
moiread: (squinty • emilie d.)
My apartment is a giant mess. I have an excuse: I'm disabled and I had the death plague for two weeks. So whereas before I had to carefully manage how and when I got things done, but they still got done, while I was sick absolutely nothing happened except to occasionally handle the dishes. (Thank god for my dishwasher. Seriously. I am never living without one again. It would just not be workable for me.)

I am not happy about this, because I had a nice apartment in good shape until a month ago, and now I keep letting people in on auto-pilot only to look around, realize the state of things, and then feel horribly embarrassed. Oops. It's not like I have gross food-covered plates hanging around or anything, but I have laundry all over and my kitchen table is a pile of stuff and my recycling bins have overflowed and there are like four boxes of unsorted still-yet-to-be-unpacked shit taking up most of my living room. Nobody can really come in to hang out (though my brother did anyway, bless him) and I am stepping on clothes to get to my computer. Crap.

I refuse to live like this again! I am a tidy person now! So my mission for tonight is to clean, since I think I'm well enough (despite my raging migraine for most of the day). And if I'm not, I have to at least do as much as I can, starting with the public spaces. My bedroom can be left for last if necessary.

And then tomorrow I have to do laundry. I'm almost out of work clothes.




Being broken is frustrating. That is my obvious statement for the day.
moiread: (GEEK • medicine.)
I've always had bins for my meds -- one big shoebox for prescription pill bottles and vitamins, another big shoebox for over-the-counter medications like Tylenol, Gravol, and decongestants -- but it was starting to get kind of chaotic in there even back when I was roommates with Kevin ([livejournal.com profile] harald387), and after moving twice in six months, it was officially a mess. So I've been going through and organizing everything.

Ramble ramble ramble ramble. )

Now everything is nice and organized! Compared to the huge overflowing jumbo shoebox it was before, this is pretty impressive:

I feel much better for having done something productive with my day despite being sick. Next I have to go through my OTC meds. (Don't worry, I won't post about that.)
moiread: (CAT • eyes in the dark)
How often do you take your cat to the vet? Do you do annual check-ups and shots? If your cat has ever had an injury or medical condition that needed veterinary care, how expensive was it? Were there other costs related to medical issues without being directly associated with veterinary care, such as special dietary requirements? And can you specify whether your cat is indoor, or outdoor, or mostly indoor with supervised outdoor time, etc? If you have pet insurance, can you give me the low-down on that too? And would you recommend the company you get it from?

For context: I'm trying to determine what a reasonable pet insurance plan would be. I know some of you do annual visits and some of you don't, and some of you have had cats with serious medical crises and some of you have had cats who never even got so much as a weepy eye, so you're a great group of folks to poll. ;)

Thanks so much, guys. :D

(If you'd prefer not to discuss this publicly for any reason, know that anonymous comments are automatically screened on my journal, so you can just hit the comment anonymously radio button and sign your name instead. I won't unscreen it. Alternately, feel free to use IMs or e-mail or message me through LJ.)
moiread: (innocent! • bonnie w.)
Kevin: Why does this remind me of you? http://www.stonemakerargument.com/5.html
Chelle: Because you've dealt with me even casually anytime in the last decade.
moiread: (down arrow • stock.)
When I was originally looking at juice substitutes for dealing with my diabetes, I looked at Vitaminwater but ultimately passed it by because at that time (I think maybe they've changed the labels as a result of being sued; see below) their bottles didn't provide nutritional information on them anywhere.

Well, Kevin ([livejournal.com profile] harald387) tried some Vitaminwater for the first time today and was surprised that it filled him up the same way pop had, so he was pretty pleased by this "healthy alternative". I remembered wanting actual nutritional info and all when I saw it in the grocery store, so I just went online and dug it up. Turns out you can't even get it from the Glaceau (the company that makes Vitaminwater) website. I had to go to a calorie counting reference site! And along the way, I found some news stories that confirmed what I was starting to get suspicious about:

Vitaminwater contains about the same amount of sugar as pop. It is just as bad for you as pop, and in fact the company is being sued for marketing it as a health alternative.

I know there are a few of you on my f-list who are really into Vitaminwater, and since the nutritional information is hard to find (deliberately so, I'd bet), I'm not sure if this is something you knew, so I thought I'd point it out.

EDIT: And hey, while we're at it, did you know that chocolate milk has drop per drop double the calories and double the sugar of Coca Cola? Even 2% milk has just under the same sugar and calorie content as soda pop. Because, y'know, milk is for babies who need an incredible amount of energy to grow. I mean, yah, it's also full of calcium, and that's good for you, but as an adult you're probably better off taking a calcium supplement and not drinking the milk. Thanks to the Dairy Board promoting it as super healthy for generations, though, most people don't know. Surprise!
moiread: (snake • stock.)
I am terrible at naming things. It's always been a huge block in my writing, and many of you have laughed at me for the fact that the last thing I come up with for any RP character is their name. So, you know, naming the snake has been hard.

I liked Eve, but the sheer irony kind of bugs me. Then Rae dubbed her Lilith, and I was happy to go with that at the time, but the longer I own her, the more I get a feel for her temperament, and Lilith doesn't suit her either. She's not aggressive or active at all, which is what I'd expect in a Lilith. Instead, she continues to be very shy and antisocial. She spends most of her time hiding and doesn't really like being out and about. (What's that joke about how everybody gets the pet with the personality they deserve...?)

So here I am, at a loss. You! Help me name her!

[Poll #1549432]

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