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After a period of intense anger there comes a period of complete absence of any kind of fucks to give, which is emotionally pleasant but today has meant a lot of saying mean things to people and then having to immediately delete them for the sake of maintaining a quiet life. Boss informs me that we might be staying on a bit longer due to $typicalSystemFailuteShit from our workplace, which means it was probably sensible of me to cancel the other job (even if they haven't actually got back to me about it yet). It does also mean that there will be more than one day of Panic Writing on NaNo, where I try to cram all of the day's writing into a limited space at the library, which is stressful but IME actually produces the best work as nothing quite energises the brain like an angry and impossible-seeming deadline other than a series of thirty of them in a row.
Also there should be more money I guess, and we really cannot sneer at that. Bluh.
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Sewing: Gauntlets
As always I have nine billionty projects lined up and no time or energy to do them, including making a sleeve for some chopsticks that I can slip over the elastic strap which holds together the ADORABLE bento box/kokeshi doll I got myself as an early birthday present, embroidering some more D-wings from my stamp onto fabric which I can then make into fabric buttons (learn a new skill, immediately annoy everyone with it, that's my ... motto), and then a whole blah blah blah of sewing-related stuff. I've started keeping a small notebook full of clothing design ideas, which is dangerous. I have various germs of stories written down, waiting to be worked up and sorted out and eventually written (I say eventually because all of them are horrendous bitches which refuse to stay at a reasonable length and I do not have it in me to write 14 books in a year or whatever the current count is).
Of those ideas I'm having a lot of fun with the world-building one which thus far involves demonstrating that there can be gender parity which still results in gender-related oppression (in the instance of this world, because everything - sciences, humours, activities, magics - are gender-categorised even if they're regarded as equal, there's gender-role policing, a small amount of homophobia, and not so much transphobia as complete inability to grasp the idea that there might be any such thing as people being trans at all. Also so far the cast reads like Tumblr's wet dream, both in what it says it wants and in what it actually wants. So that's exciting, even if, like the space lesbians thing, it has no plot yet. Many many back burners.
And now I want Ben's peanut butter cookies and I theoretically DO have time after work to go and get some tomorrow but by the time I finish work I mostly just want to stumble home. I suppose I could stop being an ass and just get some.
EDIT: While I am usually awash with ideas for things (that compact living hostel/hotel/homeless solutions place; the idea of converting a ferry into a small shopping complex where each cabin was a different small business and the large open areas were food courts; a full-body harness which goes on over clothes and can be tightened to tailor them appropriately) I don't think that this week I will top the idea of vacuum-packed spare outfit vending machines in airports, bus stations, train stations, etc: each contains a range of sizes of stretchy clothing (to cover the widest possible range of body types) and there are options of leggings or tights, a t-shirt, a vest, a skirt, a dress, a long-sleeved top/dress etc, to go with the socks and pants - the whole thing is vacuum-packed in either a small plastic tube (useful because you can stuff your dirty knickers and socks into it and it doesn't take up much room in your bag) or one of those fresh foil/laminate bags they use for meat and so on. Or go for the full refreshment deal and have the change of outfit complete with a capsule of mouthwash, a couple of face wipes, a sample spray bottle of perfume/aftershave, a little hand sanitiser, etc.
Partially inspired, I admit, by the nightclub that I went to once which had in the ladies' loos vending machines selling tights, clean knickers (in a little plastic ball like you might find inside a gumball machine), condoms, gum, "toothpaste chews", and even mini travel toothbrushes "to make sure your morning's as good as your night, wherever you end up". ;) Oh, also tampons, obviously, but that's a given.
DOES THIS BEAT THE BOOK VENDING MACHINE AT HEATHROW?
Also there should be more money I guess, and we really cannot sneer at that. Bluh.
Blog Posts
Sewing: Gauntlets
As always I have nine billionty projects lined up and no time or energy to do them, including making a sleeve for some chopsticks that I can slip over the elastic strap which holds together the ADORABLE bento box/kokeshi doll I got myself as an early birthday present, embroidering some more D-wings from my stamp onto fabric which I can then make into fabric buttons (learn a new skill, immediately annoy everyone with it, that's my ... motto), and then a whole blah blah blah of sewing-related stuff. I've started keeping a small notebook full of clothing design ideas, which is dangerous. I have various germs of stories written down, waiting to be worked up and sorted out and eventually written (I say eventually because all of them are horrendous bitches which refuse to stay at a reasonable length and I do not have it in me to write 14 books in a year or whatever the current count is).
Of those ideas I'm having a lot of fun with the world-building one which thus far involves demonstrating that there can be gender parity which still results in gender-related oppression (in the instance of this world, because everything - sciences, humours, activities, magics - are gender-categorised even if they're regarded as equal, there's gender-role policing, a small amount of homophobia, and not so much transphobia as complete inability to grasp the idea that there might be any such thing as people being trans at all. Also so far the cast reads like Tumblr's wet dream, both in what it says it wants and in what it actually wants. So that's exciting, even if, like the space lesbians thing, it has no plot yet. Many many back burners.
And now I want Ben's peanut butter cookies and I theoretically DO have time after work to go and get some tomorrow but by the time I finish work I mostly just want to stumble home. I suppose I could stop being an ass and just get some.
EDIT: While I am usually awash with ideas for things (that compact living hostel/hotel/homeless solutions place; the idea of converting a ferry into a small shopping complex where each cabin was a different small business and the large open areas were food courts; a full-body harness which goes on over clothes and can be tightened to tailor them appropriately) I don't think that this week I will top the idea of vacuum-packed spare outfit vending machines in airports, bus stations, train stations, etc: each contains a range of sizes of stretchy clothing (to cover the widest possible range of body types) and there are options of leggings or tights, a t-shirt, a vest, a skirt, a dress, a long-sleeved top/dress etc, to go with the socks and pants - the whole thing is vacuum-packed in either a small plastic tube (useful because you can stuff your dirty knickers and socks into it and it doesn't take up much room in your bag) or one of those fresh foil/laminate bags they use for meat and so on. Or go for the full refreshment deal and have the change of outfit complete with a capsule of mouthwash, a couple of face wipes, a sample spray bottle of perfume/aftershave, a little hand sanitiser, etc.
Partially inspired, I admit, by the nightclub that I went to once which had in the ladies' loos vending machines selling tights, clean knickers (in a little plastic ball like you might find inside a gumball machine), condoms, gum, "toothpaste chews", and even mini travel toothbrushes "to make sure your morning's as good as your night, wherever you end up". ;) Oh, also tampons, obviously, but that's a given.
DOES THIS BEAT THE BOOK VENDING MACHINE AT HEATHROW?