sideblogs and hockey and life
I've set up a couple of tumblrs lately and not really linked them anywhere except Twitter. Remedying that:
Lips and Lids. Makeup. If you follow me on Instagram you'll see most of the pictures, but this also has rambling commentary. And product pictures, I guess I don't put those on Instagram, only the vainglorious ones of my face.
Pro writing blog. I've been doing well at updating it on a twice-a-week schedule, so that's a thing.
On that note I have some editing/formatting and submissions to do this weekend, whoo.
Hockey-wise, two things from my phone's randomly selected alerts today.
1. A pro hockey player is going to court (civil, not criminal, because sure) for a pretty nasty sexual assault. This is, obviously, terrible. And yet I burst out in pained, semi-hysterical laughter when I read the article, because he plays for the Nashville Predators. Dear god, the Nashville PR team must be having an even worse day than usual. CHANGE YOUR TEAM NAME. Free advice.
2. The Redwings recently bumped their AHL coach up to the Wings' head coach slot after the Leafs poached Babcock. I feel pretty positive about that choice, though my mom is deep in hockey despair over it. This article about the coach they pulled in to take the AHL slot was interesting/pleasing to me: http://www.wingingitinmotown.com/2015/6/19/8794553/nhl-griffins-head-coach-todd-nelson-is-a-home-run-for-the-red-wings-organization He sounds like a great guy who cares about his players as more than sexy lamps. Go Wings organization. Please don't fuck up the entire next season, I can't take it.
Lifewise, I'm working through some stuff that's making communication hard. Will try to do better on that. I have some mentally scheduled posts for here that hopefully will help; booklog catchup and a longreads roundup. Hopefully fic soon-ish. We'll see.
I've had a tension headache since yesterday afternoon and I guess it's time to admit it's not going away on its own. Ibuprofen and xanax and try to sleep it off, woe. Oh, and a shower to rinse off the barn crud (good ride today, but sweaty, plus Abba decided to drool all over me and wipe his nose on my arm a couple of times). And taking my meds, because I just realized I didn't do that this morning. :|
Maybe I'll go to the pool later and lay out in the sun. Soak up vitamin D like a sponge. Read a book. Nice.
Oh, in conclusion, Mikey Way's cover-up tattoo for his Alicia tattoo is A ROARING BEAR, how great is that. He's so fucking weird. Never change, my love.
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Lips and Lids. Makeup. If you follow me on Instagram you'll see most of the pictures, but this also has rambling commentary. And product pictures, I guess I don't put those on Instagram, only the vainglorious ones of my face.
Pro writing blog. I've been doing well at updating it on a twice-a-week schedule, so that's a thing.
On that note I have some editing/formatting and submissions to do this weekend, whoo.
Hockey-wise, two things from my phone's randomly selected alerts today.
1. A pro hockey player is going to court (civil, not criminal, because sure) for a pretty nasty sexual assault. This is, obviously, terrible. And yet I burst out in pained, semi-hysterical laughter when I read the article, because he plays for the Nashville Predators. Dear god, the Nashville PR team must be having an even worse day than usual. CHANGE YOUR TEAM NAME. Free advice.
2. The Redwings recently bumped their AHL coach up to the Wings' head coach slot after the Leafs poached Babcock. I feel pretty positive about that choice, though my mom is deep in hockey despair over it. This article about the coach they pulled in to take the AHL slot was interesting/pleasing to me: http://www.wingingitinmotown.com/2015/6/19/8794553/nhl-griffins-head-coach-todd-nelson-is-a-home-run-for-the-red-wings-organization He sounds like a great guy who cares about his players as more than sexy lamps. Go Wings organization. Please don't fuck up the entire next season, I can't take it.
Lifewise, I'm working through some stuff that's making communication hard. Will try to do better on that. I have some mentally scheduled posts for here that hopefully will help; booklog catchup and a longreads roundup. Hopefully fic soon-ish. We'll see.
I've had a tension headache since yesterday afternoon and I guess it's time to admit it's not going away on its own. Ibuprofen and xanax and try to sleep it off, woe. Oh, and a shower to rinse off the barn crud (good ride today, but sweaty, plus Abba decided to drool all over me and wipe his nose on my arm a couple of times). And taking my meds, because I just realized I didn't do that this morning. :|
Maybe I'll go to the pool later and lay out in the sun. Soak up vitamin D like a sponge. Read a book. Nice.
Oh, in conclusion, Mikey Way's cover-up tattoo for his Alicia tattoo is A ROARING BEAR, how great is that. He's so fucking weird. Never change, my love.
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comments. Comment there or here, as you like!