The weather app this morning reported that today’s temperature would be a high of 18F and low of 5F and the current temperature was -9F. This is a critical logic flaw. I understand how it happens, but I want our systems to be developing and improving – not us humans accepting something that is obviously wrong and going about our lives. Clearly, this is similarly represented in our entire country and the majority of Americans.
Two rich, white men in America.
One hatefully pouts at a lack of unearned applause.
One sends the most capable launch vehicle available into space.
Interesting times for our country, for humanity.
I feel so much better now. The Solstice Party is done, and I think it went well. The invitations did arrive to people’s homes before the party. The house is almost completely restored to its pre-party state and I have no unfulfilled deadlines left for this year!
I feel so much better now. I’ll probably say that again, still. Like when you get sick and have a fresh appreciation for how healthy you are all the other times. That is how I feel about my time and obligations now. The existential, self-absorbed naval-gazing is calming down, slowly. And I feel the desire to get into the workshop for some sewing tonight. We’ll see if that holds up.
Photo by yurie_nakagawa on Instagram. I just love it. I didn’t ask permission to use this photo because I cannot understand the kanji. So, if I get an angry message with kanji in it (how will I know? I’m assuming there will be many exclamation marks. I realize my logic may be faulty in that. Like, what if the writer is simply very enthusiastic about life and everything and I misunderstand and take down the photo she was excited about. Man, am I an asshole for this? Probably just overthinking it. Also, not editing. Fuck it. I’m leaving this up and the photo, too. Not like this is a well-trafficked place on the internet; it will be fine.) I’ll just pull it down.
Anyway, that stove summarizes how I’m feeling, right now this morning, anyway. Slick and I spent almost the entire day Sunday on the sofa, luxuriating in doing nothing. It was cold outside, he made pancakes and we watched a handful of movies while the wind whipped at our windows. Inside, there were snuggly cats, fuzzy blankets, and general relaxed happiness. It helps that I have a rare, quiet day at work today before the madness starts again – I think that is giving me somewhat rose-colored glasses now. More than that, this is a feeling that only happens at the end of the year, after the Solstice Party and before the calendar flip, before the End of Year Mosaic, before the new year files. Quite particular this one, even leaning towards temporary happy today, the way it is.
I’ll take it. That works. Hope you’re having a good, winter Monday, too.
The winter Solstice Party for 2017 will be held on Saturday, 16 December starting at 1800 – which is 6pm for you folks really bad at simple math. The invitations are already late, so consider this your notification. If you’ve been invited before, consider yourself invited again.
At the rate things are going, the invitations will arrive in the mail a day or two before the party. If anything goes wrong at this point, I’ll either hand them out at the party (for those who give a shit) or mail them belatedly, like greeting cards. I am currently fighting against being overwhelmed, and this is how it is going to be.
I’m not depressed. I’m not stuck. I’m not burned out. I’m suffering an existential nihilist fallacy.
I’ll sort that out.
Sometimes the best way to deal with being creatively sluggish and behind on your schedule is to say FUCK IT!!! and play Minecraft until your feet get cold. Repeat as needed.
It is the middle of November?! And the Solstice Party is in the middle of December?! I should have the handmade invitations in the mail this week?! I haven’t even started the sketch for carving! I need a day off, or three, to catch up.
I might be the last person ever to get a bread machine, but it always seemed unnecessary before. Not that it’s necessary now, but I finally had enough reasons to go ahead and get it.
Banana walnut loaf. I had a slice of this with coffee on Easter morning and it was perfect. However, I realized that even this small loaf was going to be TOO MUCH for Slick and I to eat ourselves, even over a week. Thus, I sliced up most of it and took it to an Easter art reception – more on that in the previous post.
This is going to be the problem with the bread machine, having so much bread and dough-based items around when using it. It will be quite nice to have this thing do dough kneading work for me, and I’m hoping my coworkers won’t be too upset at all the fattening up I cause by bringing in extras for them to polish off for me.
I cannot post much, I am incredibly sad. Our country is a majority of misogynist, racist, bigoted, morons and it has now been very publicly proven. There is no more telling yourself that “most people” are okay; no more pretending that humanity is generally decent. There aren’t enough bunnies, kittens, rainbows, sweet wine, beautiful fabric, or finely crafted poems to sooth my soul – I must have some time to find tolerance for this repugnant monstrosity in our daily lives.
Vendor: We’d love to hear your thoughts on our new features.
Sarcastra: OH MY GOD THE OPINIONS. I HAVE THEM. I HAVE SO MANY OF THEM.
Vendor: (nervous laugh deflating into awkward silence)
Coworker 1: …and again, I’m sorry.
Sarcastra: It’s okay, I already told Coworker 2 I was going to blame him.
Coworker 2: But this isn’t my fault!
Sarcastra: I didn’t say it was your fault; I said I was going to blame you.
Coworker 2: I can take that.
Coworker: [angry] Do you know how many problems this is going to cause?!
Sarcastra: [positive] Enough to keep us employed for years!
Sarcastra: Job security!
Sarcastra: Wait, let me write this down or I will forget in the future.
Coworker: You think we’ll do this again?
Sarcastra: I meant Monday.
Sarcastra: I need Project A to be more important, so I can get some motivation to work on Project B instead.
Coworker: You can do my Project for me!
Sarcastra: Fuck you!
New person in group: Why don’t we get started since we’re all standing here?
Sarcastra: [pats new person on elbow affectionately] We are going to be friends.
Coworker: I might not be able to get this done when I said I would.
Sarcastra: Well, try your best and I’ll judge you accordingly.