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World of Silliness
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10.23.00, 4:43pm
Me? Egotistical? Nahh..
I just have a high opinion of myself. *grin*
Anyhow, I've added yet more images of myself to the shrine. Am I not gorgeous? *laugh*
10.20.00, 4:29pm
Is it really that hard to control a computer bag/purse/duffel bag?
I'm on the train, sitting on the aisle side of my seat, and I keep getting banged by people's bags. I'm NOT projecting my arm into the aisle.
I don't think I do this to people when I carry my (really friggin' heavy today) bag. And if I did, I'd sure as hell apologize when it happened!
10.20.00, 6:41am
What Old Man? Do I bother you so much that you have to keep looking at me?
(Some old guy on the train keeps looking over at me disapprovingly. What's it to him how I look? I've certainly done nothing else to offend him. *sigh*)
10.20.00, 6:21am
Reading that last entry, I sound like some sort of uptight moral freak. I'm really not.
But I do feel that it was a bit excessive. I think that the standards were repressively bland when I was growing up and I sure as hell don't want to bring them back, but that really isn't what I'm objecting to.
What bothers me is how *blatant* it is. What happened to subtlety? Inference? Connotation? Subtext? Plain good taste?
10.19.00, 8:07pm
Channel Surfing.
Stop at MTV because there is some blonde in a fitted black sequin suit, covering the Stones' Satisfaction. She begins stripping it off to reveal a flesh-toned skimpy glitzy outfit, and starts singing (or at least lipsynching) a song I recognize as Britany Spears. THIS is what people want their kids to watch?
10.19.00, 4:01pm
I just saw a disturbing sight.
Some skinny woman (anorexically thin.. skankily thin.. Ally-McBeal-would-feel-fat-next-to-her thin) in stretchy jeans that are meant to *cling* to one's legs. They were saggy. Well, everywhere but her butt. Which wouldn't have been so bad, but it was a saggy butt.
I wanted to say something, but I didn't. For all I know, she's a really smart, neat person (though with no fashion sense whatsoever.) Maybe it's laundry day, and someone forced her to wear those at gunpoint.
But YUCK!
And no, I'm really not one to bash others on body-type or size (at least, not more than once or twice a year.) I've got enough of my own issues to get though before I start on everyone else.
10.19.00, 6:26am
Running a bit late today.. not a big deal, though. PG&E has scheduled a power-out for work, so we're without electricity until 8.
Did my hair last night; it's a bit darker than it was last time, but I'm very pleased with it. Heh.. the smell of bleach will linger behind me for the next three weeks.. that clorox-cleanup stuff is a godsend when you're shedding color on everything you touch.
I forgot what I was going to write about.
DUH!
You can now get here by typing http://rois.org!
10.16.00, 8:54pm
Added two new pics of me to the Ego Shrine. One is a self-portrait (my new name for any pic I take of myself) of me in my cute little horns and the other is me, looking fairly wicked at a club.
10.16.00, 5:54pm
I wonder where I can go online to find out more about the accident.. one conductor referred to the victim as a "young man."
I feel it's my right to know a bit more about it that "some guy got squished," seeing as it has inconveniced me by about an hour.
Yeah, I'm morbid. Deal.
10.16.00, 5:45pm
We just left the scene. Finally.
10.16.00, 5:11pm
Goodie.
Someone decided to commit suicide by train today, and they chose my train to do it on. (Or else the moron thought he could walk in front of the train with impunity.)
It's now about 3 minutes before I usually walk into the house, and we're still at least 15 minutes from my stop. NOW, we have to wait for the coroner to release us.
10.16.00, 6:19am
The PVC Elizabethan gown garnered many, many complements. Considering how badly my fingers still hurt, I'm waaaaay pleased. Photo should be forthcoming. (Hopefully, it turned out well.)
Last night, a bunch of people from one of the mailing lists I'm on came over, and we had a sewing circle/square. It was quite fun, and while I didn't have any projects to work on (a slight breather between the Edwardian and PVC hell I'd just gone through and the trio of bodices I have to get done next), and Katlyn's gown was patterned, but not cut, the others got their things (mostly) done. I feel good about this.
10.13.00, 1:25pm
I NEVER update this from work, and even more infrequently dealing with the original file, and not a local copy to upload.
But oh, I am so physically *sickened* by the events going on in the Middle East.. SFGate has a picture on its current news page (it won't be there long; probably not worth looking for it) of a Palestinian boy showing Israeli blood on his hands.
I feel like I wanna throw up.
I think what is the worst about it (beyond the basic senselessness of it
all!) is that it makes me feel utterly helpless. What can I do to fix this? Nothing. What can I say that would mend things? Nothing.
They're all a bunch of religion and pride-addled lunatics. Why can't people accept their differences and just get past them?!
I hate people. They make me sick.
10.13.00, 6:14am
I have one of those horrible boyband songs stuck in my heads (mercifully, I didn't wake up with it there; it has a chance of going away.)
Aggh. This sucks.
10.13.00, 6:02am
Damnit, I'm cold again.
This is just so very wrong.
And of course, I made a super-warm outfit to wear to the Winchester Mystery House tonight (heavy skirt and jacket, synthetic fiber shirtwaist, it needs at least one petticoat, and a corset & corset cover, though I may be naughty and skip the corset) so I'll be completely overheated then.
Discovered that PVC doesn't drape. At least, not the stuff I like. (The raincoat slicker vinyl stuff. No cloth backing or anything. It's just a sheet of plastic that you can't put pins in. But it's inexpensive, and looks really neat.) Also discovered that it's hard to cut a straight line on something that hasn't got a grain to check against. Or threads to watch. *sigh*
10.10.00, 4:05pm
I'm still tired, I've got an overwhelming ton of things to do, and all I want to do is take a bath.
As much as I want to, I can't even take tomorrow easy; I've got two costumes to finish, and one hasn't even been started. (Luckily, it's just a bodice and skirt, which I can rip out pretty quickly.)
The beauty supply place was closed yesterday when I went by; trying again today. I've also got two rolls of film for an icon project to drop off. All of this is several blocks out of my way, of course.
And UPS is seriously on my shitlist. I ordered some dye (special effects virgin rose and atomic pink: combined, they make a really neat neon pink which lasts forever) and some incense from Amphigory, and UPS is having issues trying to deliver it. They had the wrong unit number, and I only got the postcard five days (ok, it was over a weekend, but still!) after I corrected it. They won't accept my signature on the little yellow slip. They want to deliver it to a person while I'm at work. I called them to have them deliver it to me at work, the girl said it would be delivered today. I do NOT have my dye and incense.
At the risk of a truly horrid pun, I'm incensed.
When Roisgarden goes live, I will NOT be shipping anything via UPS. Ever.
10.10.00, 8:07am
You know how when you're walking, and you want to cross at a light, they have those little blinking hands (the pedesrian equivalent of yellow, I suppose) where you aren't supposed to cross because the light is about to change?
Yeah, well.. I caught every single one of them this morning. It's bad enough that I overslept (alarm didn't go off, or we shut it off and don't remember), that I'm late for work, but the stupid traffic lights had to be against me, too. *sigh*
10.9.00, 4:17pm
The white-hair project continues apace. I'm stopping on the way home (rain or no rain!) to pick up some bleach so I can strip the hell out of my hair.
This should be good...
10.9.00, 5:58am
Spent the weekend without a computer, and had a lovely time. Went to a killer party Saturday night. Spent time with friends, and discovered that my first attempts at drafting a bodice from numbers alone (instead of working off an existing bodice or pattern) went extremely well.
10.5.00, 4:11pm
I feel like crap.
My head hurts, today was pretty non-productive, and I'm crampy.
If this weekend wasn't already shaping up to be busy, I'd be ok with it, but I KNOW what's going on this weekend, and I'm not going to get a lot of rest. *sigh*
10.4.00, 6:00am
I don't know how it's doing it, but my computer bag gets heavier every day. I don't have more in there than I normally do, and it's not as if I'm getting progressively weaker carrying the thing around..
How baffling.
Today, it has the iBook, a sketchpad, a spiral notebook, a copy of Willett and Cunnington's The History of Underclothes (around 270 pages - not a huge book at all), the powercord for the iBook, headphones, and the weird effluvia of pens and gum wrappers that would wind up in the bottom of a purse, had I carried one.
The bag itself is not inconsecquential; it's pretty hefty by itself, but added up, these items seem to weigh twice their total weight.
10.3.00, 11:04pm
I have to figure out the mechanics of alcohol.. I mean, I can have one drink one night, and it knocks me stupid. But a week earlier, I have three of the same drink, from the same bar, and was barely buzzed.
10.2.00, 4:29pm
Well, I got that vinyl I'd been wanting. NOW, I have what I need to make my fetish 'bethan (though I'm debating if I can afford to drop $40 on spikes for the thing), and some left over for corsets and playing.
I also bought a pair of kickass victorian boots. They've got a funky elongated, squared-off toe, but they look really good. I feel so very 80's in them.
I need to stop somewhere and buy bleach, since the stuff I tried didn't work.
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