adiva_calandia: (I am a MODEL of MENTAL HEALTH)
HAYLEY ATWELL IS COMING TO EMERALD CITY BUT SHE'S ONLY GOING TO BE THERE ON FRIDAY WHICH MIGHT BE THE DAY I HAVE TO BE IN REHEARSAL.

I'll be over here lying on the floor screeching.
adiva_calandia: (At Tara)
 I told myself I was going to stop stalking through the links pointing to my Crypticon post because I was getting stressed out about it, but finding people quoting the passages I'm most proud of is pretty satisfying.

But I'm going to stop stalking now, for real, because it does stress me out.

Hello the Internet! I am very very tired; it took me a long time to get sleepy last night, for some reason. I had several vivid and somewhat cathartic dreams this morning, one about an animated movie being made about an Alaska Native girl that moved me to tears, and one in which I was talking about the idea of a website called Anchorpoint or Anchor Point (which is a town in Alaska -- I must be homesick). The general idea seemed to be a website where people could collect positive experiences and happy thoughts or pictures to revisit when their moods swung down.

I am generally feeling very positive about this summer in general, but it's been a weird, long, intensely busy week, with plenty of good personally but some real bad locally and the usual stressors globally.

To stay on a positive note, though, tomorrow I'm selling pies at a D-Day event, and then going to a live zom-rom-com, and then on Sunday is the FIVE-HOUR-LONG live adaptation of The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay at Book-It and I'm so freaking excited. I gotta track down that commentary about Captain America and K&C that was going around and read it before Sunday.
adiva_calandia: (James Dean. Nngh.)
My sister, tonight:

"Man, I can't wait to read your memoirs about working on every food truck in Seattle and going to every poet party."
adiva_calandia: (Are you -- Nobody -- Too?)
Woke up abruptly at 2:30AM to the sound of someone male moaning or calling out ("Uuuuhhh. ... Aauuuhhhh. ... AaAAAAahhh.") somewhere below my window. Couldn't tell if it was down on the ground or what; it sounded like it could almost be coming from the apartment directly below us.

He's stopped now, whoever he is. It only went on for a couple of minutes but it was extremely disconcerting.
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YO DENVER FRIENDS, I LOVE YA

I NEED TO SAY THIS NOW BECAUSE I WILL BE SCREAMING FOR BLOOD WHEN THE SEAHAWKS GO UP AGAINST THE BRONCOS
adiva_calandia: Me, drinking wine in a coffeeshop, wearing a hipster scarf, wearing a fuzzy hat with wolf/cat ears. (Left Coast girl)
I decorated!

Big images! )

It was a wonderful weekend hosting [personal profile] newredshoesand then tomorrow I'm hosting my parents, my sister, her partner/my boss, and a family friend for Christmas, which I am ... somewhat nervous about! But I'm sure it'll be fine. I'm putting the finishing touches on presents, we're settling in to watch Leverage, and I have bright lights. Maybe some highly boozey cider courtesy of Emmy.
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Prepare for Seattle to screech to a halt.

My coworker called me last night to say that the forecast was for snow and to say that I get to make the call about whether or not to take the truck out, and my call is NOPE. Nononono. N o p e. Even that much snow spells bad news for a several-ton truck that brakes slowly in the best of weather and has no studded tires. I already emailed my bosses to let them know that, assuming it doesn't miraculously melt by 9AM, I won't be going out today.

Well, I'll probably go down to the used furniture store to pick up a card table and a lamp or two for the living room, and maybe go pick up an extension cord or two, but the less driving I'm doing today, the better. In the meantime, I get to lie here and watch my streets fill up with snow and smell it falling -- something I haven't experienced in over a year.
adiva_calandia: Me, drinking wine in a coffeeshop, wearing a hipster scarf, wearing a fuzzy hat with wolf/cat ears. (Left Coast girl)
 Bloggity blogging:
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Crossposted from tumblr.

CAPITOL HILL ADVENTURES:

Come home from writing group to find a dude asleep in the hallway;

while talking to him, spot another tenant poking her head out the door down the hallway, who shrugs when I make eye contact with her, just as bemused as I am;

call the building manager, who tells me to call the cops;

while on the phone with 911, discover that the dude has vanished;

hang up after the 911 operator says, blithely, “oh! Well, call back if he comes back.”

(Find myself very jumpy when the building manager knocks on the door some little time later to check and see what happened.)

ETA: OH, but on the plus side, I broke 35,000 words on NaNo at the write-in. \o/! Hypothetically that means I could slack off down to 1500 words a day for the next ten days!

And, you know. Spend those extra 100 words on Yuletide, or something.
adiva_calandia: Me, drinking wine in a coffeeshop, wearing a hipster scarf, wearing a fuzzy hat with wolf/cat ears. (Left Coast girl)
For those not on my Tumblr:


Seems an awful shame -- seems a downright waste ...


Such a nice plump frame whats-his-name has! )

GONNA GO SELL SOME MEAT PIES.
adiva_calandia: (Merry Fucking Christmas)
Blogging yaaaaaaaay:

Let us go then, you and I [photo]

Calling out good behavior: Halloween edition

Ferry dock, 10/27/13 [photos]

Guest post: Class, gender, and YA lit [guest post by my mom]

A Feminist's Horror Film Marathon:
Jennifer’s Body
Pair with: Jello shots
Suggested reading: The Sadeian Woman and the Ideology of Pornography, Angela Carter

Carrie
Pair with: Spiked punch and/or pork chops
Suggested reading: Queen Bees and Wannabes, Rosalind Wiseman
(Secondary reading: “If Men Could Menstruate,” Gloria Steinem)

Rosemary’s Baby
Pair with: Chocolate mousse and a pervasive sense of nausea over Roman Polanski in general
Suggested reading: Our Bodies, Ourselves
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Today's blogging/social media:

A tangent on the VMAs, or, a healthy dose of feminist rage for a Monday morning. A friend on Facebook -- a guy I've always liked -- called Ms. Cyrus a "cheap stripper" last night and I regretted not calling him out immediately, so I made it a full blog post.

Alto de Perdon: pictures and thoughts from last year on the Camino.

And:



God, I'm so tired. I feel like I got about four hours of sleep last night.
adiva_calandia: (At Tara)
THIS WAS MY EVENING:

So I go out for a run at about 8, when it's starting to cool down, and as I'm going along I see this old guy sitting on the sidewalk across the street from me, kinda holding onto his ankle, and I'm like "That doesn't look good."

So I just read that thing going around about the Bystander Effect, so I decided to go over and see what was up. And indeed, he was not okay! He said he had middle and inner ear infections in both ears that had just destroyed his equilibrium, and a bike had come by and freaked him out and he'd lost his balance. He didn't want me to call 911, and he said he lived alone, so I figured I'd stick around for a while until he felt better and then help him get home.

While sitting there talking to him I learn the following amazing facts:

1. His name is Tenney, short for Tennyson, as in Lord Alfred. He claims he's related.
2. He used to live in Hawaii on Oahu and has a thorough knowledge of Hawaiian history which he was happy to tell me about at some length.
3. He taught "spiritual mental training" while in Hawaii.

So I'm sitting there talking to Tenney, and another young lady comes by and stops to see what's going on. Turns out she's a nurse -- THANK GOD. She and I try and get Tenney up to his feet, with no luck. A minute later a young man stops, steals a chair from a nearby driveway, and gets Tenney in a bear hug as we try to get him up on his feet and into the chair. WAY not happening -- Tenney starts groaning and he's basically dead weight, so we get him back down onto his knees. So at this point
I've got one arm around Tenney to support him, and this poor young man has Tenney basically in a bear-hug to keep him upright.

Nurse: How old are you, Tenney? 65? 70?
Tenney: 70.
Young guy: You don't look a day over 27.
Tenney: Well, at least you're a good liar.
Young guy: Hey man, I'm just trying to get laid.
Tenney: Me too, me too.
The nurse and I notice that the young guy is kinda straining holding Tenney up, so we ask if he's okay. "No," he says, "but not because of this. I'm having a bad day."

Tenney says, "Tell us about your day."

Young guy's face crumples up and he says, "I'm in love with a boy who I don't think can love me back."

HEARTBREAKING AND ALSO KIND OF REALLY HILARIOUS because suddenly both of us women are going "ooooh noooo honey we're so sorry" and TENNEY is patting this guy on the chest while hanging in his arms, going "One-sided things are no good for anyone."

The story peters out after that: the nurse called the EMTs over Tenney's objections, and they came and decided to take him to the ER, over his objections, and I went home, telling this story to my parents on the phone along the way because it had gotten actually dark.

SO MUCH FOR THE RUN.

Man, it was just all so Capitol Hill.
adiva_calandia: (Drink of CHAMPIONS)
A twofer of blogging:

Saturday: Meet me by the water's edge, or, "I am so serene and happy with life right now."

Today: A brief break from banging my head against walls, or, "I HATE EVERYTHING I HATE EVERYTHING I HATE EVERYTHING GODDAMMIT."

At least I got a free vanilla latte because the baristas messed up someone else's order. And I have Indian food and yet more beer waiting for me at home when I eventually figure all this stupid shit out.
adiva_calandia: (Merry Fucking Christmas)
S C R E E C H

JEFF SMITH IS COMING TO EMERALD CITY COMIC CON

OH MY GOD

GODS OF COMIC CONS PLEASE DO NOT TAKE THIS ONE FROM ME THE WAY YOU TOOK DON ROSA FROM ME LAST YEAR
adiva_calandia: (Manners respect and self-discipline)
The walls of this apartment building don't block sound very well. My roommates get to hear our downstairs neighbor having loud sex on a regular basis. I have only thought I heard this once, and I'm still half-convinced I dreamed it.

I, however, sleeping next to the window that faces the street, do get to sit bolt upright in bed at 1AM on a Friday night because I hear angry male voices out there, and watch as a guy literally chases another guy down the middle of the street, yelling. I couldn't understand most of what was being yelled, but it looked intensely aggressive, and I was legitimately afraid I was going to see someone get beaten up.

Which is why I sit bolt upright in bed at 1AM on Friday and Saturday nights when I hear raised voices in the street, whether they're talking about being too drunk to drive or yelling angrily at each other about "Just try it, man!": I may not be able to actually help from my third-floor apartment, but I will watch, and I hope that if it ever becomes necessary, I'll be brave enough to call the cops.
adiva_calandia: (Are you -- Nobody -- Too?)
Weird Street Encounters In the University District, #2:

Edited from email:

I was standing at the bus stop reading and this guy came up to sell me one of his lovely handmade pendants, and they were really nice and I don't mind giving money to people who are providing something like art or music, you know? And he seeemed pleasant! So he suggested $12, which seemed totally fair and I thought I had a $20 -- I dug through my bag and my pockets and could only come up with five ones. Which he grabbed out of my hand. And he got all resentful-faced and muttered that if I see him around maybe I could give him the rest and stalked off.

And I kind of feel terrible! It's really a nice pendant! I want to pay him for his work! I would have given him back the pendant and bought it from him another time, like I would with any other vendor, but he fucking grabbed money out of my hand and freaked me out more than a little. So I'm going to get myself a $10 and label it CARL and see if I see him again. No random street artist is going to think I'm an ungrateful bitch!
adiva_calandia: (Merry Fucking Christmas)
 WHAT'S GOT TWO THUMBS AND HEALTH INSURANCE?

THIS GUUUUUY.
adiva_calandia: (All will be well)
 I spent mmmmmost of today playing Arkham City, after doing some work* this morning and taking a break to watch the debate in the evening.

I regret nothing~

Well, not entirely true, my eyes are a little fried from staring at screens all day. Tomorrow I will do non-screen things like laundry and cooking.


*DID I MENTION I AM EMPLOYED. Freelance not-even-part-time employed, but employed and doing something I am actually interested in and enthusiastic about! A family friend, who's "a noted molecular physicist" according to her website's bio, is composing and producing a ballet adaptation of Dante's Inferno, and has hired me to do website and Kickstarter design. The conversation about getting paid was great, because I said cheerfully, "This is so cool, I'd do it for free!" and she responded with "What? I'm sorry, what? You're not doing it for free." Thank you, Glenna, for saving me from myself.
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Two things you must watch to understand my excitement about the fact that I'm moving into Glengarry Apartments:



If you prefer a little less David Mamet with only the good profane parts, though, try . Uh, but not around anyone who doesn't like four-letter words.

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