Friends InsaneJournal for kdorian.
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| Saturday, November 28th, 2009 |
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Those. People. Be. Trippin' STILL STILL they play this shit. I suppose I should be grateful or something that 2009 is bringing some of the muck all out into the light. But this is some BOLD ass racist shit. And everytime I want to stop giving Obama a break, I see one of these oozing white thought sores and think, nah dread. Let him settle some more. Cause those people have lobbyists and who knows what shit dem a pulling behind the scenes. IJDEK! |
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| Friday, November 27th, 2009 |
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That anxiety this morning? Knocked me out for the -whole- day. Now to see if I have a brain for food making. ETA: On the one hand, I want to go 'I have trauma from shopping?!!' and then y'know, I remember my child & teenhood. |
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Have just bought myself an external hd enclosure, and a internal hd. Cost just over $100. I can buy books. I can buy food. I can buy groceries. I can pay my bills. But when it comes to certain purchases I end up like this, wanting to pee and vomit on myself in total fear that I made the wrong choice, didn't do enough research, didn't do enough number crunching. I know I researched this for most of the year. I know that my experiences with TigerDirect were positive several years ago, and chances are they'll be positive again. My mother's experiences are not my own, especially given how she tends to complicate a situation. Still, logic? Ain't no friend of anxiety. Logic gets the 'Talk to the Hand' and Anxiety sashays off and owns the place. PS: Waited an hour and a half to add a $7 mouse to my order. My order? Already processed and in a box. And thus I'd have to pay shipping. So uhm, guess I'll mosy down to Target or something - if I find the energy, and see what I can do and hope things last out till then. PPS: The Media Player of my dreams, ie, with features I've been dreaming about? Just became available. Of course I just spent money on myself. So I have difficulty seeing me spending even -more- money on myself. Guess I should take comfort knowing it is -here-. (ETA: OMG it has ... ok, this would just be boring tech gush. But it has unexpected tech gush. Seriously, if they threw in a camera, I'd likely end up buying it right this second) It has a camera. A camera people. *puddles into amoeba of drool* *Willow knows what she's getting herself for the holidays, even if she has to call it an early birthday present* ETA: There are WEP vs WPA complications. But not enough to keep from all 'Oooh' |
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| Thursday, November 26th, 2009 |
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![[info - community]](http://s.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small} zvi_likes_tv available via Twitter. (Either DM's or @Zvi_likes_tv)She says she's bored, so anyone willing entertain her with tweets, feel free. |
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| Wednesday, November 25th, 2009 |
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Zvi, (zvi_likes_tv) is currently inpatient (and doing better for it) and accessible only via her cellphone. Good wishes appreciated. |
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Just woke up, crashed this morning with residual panic (sometimes it comes in waves). Best thing so far in the fifteen minutes I've been up? GP Doctor got my message, called to find out how I was, understood that I don't have control over that level of panic, let me know I didn't have to take the medicine and we could work something else out, wants to make sure I try and get a reschedule in within two weeks. I want to cry in relief. It lowers so much remaining tension with dealing with people. Really. Meanwhile I want to attempt to tidy up some in the apt, and see if I can't cook myself a turkey breast for Thursday. Tommy Icon for Self Oh yeah, in Dreamwidth Isn't Archiving My Comments With LJ Archive News? I deleted all but my race rants from imported LJ entries. LJ-Archive still can't sync properly even though it now says I have 14698 comments instead of 70k something. Also despite using LJ-Sec to delete posts, some just randomly stayed and had to be deleted by hand. So I'm pondering that LJ-Sec is yet another tool that doesn't quite work with Dreamwidth. ( It got longer that expected ) |
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| Tuesday, November 24th, 2009 |
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So y'know how I said I'd make it to my doctor's appt? I forgot I'm not the sole voice of authority in here. Just cancelled it. Too much anxiety at confronting her about the lyrica. Just left voicemail saying I couldn't come in and explaining why. Now maybe my womb will stop hurting just a little bit and I'll stop shaking and my chest will stop hurting and I can stop crying. Y'know? Sometimes, I am brave. At other times, I worry my anxiety might cause me to shiv someone. Ok maybe not cause me to shiv someone. But shving could seriously happen - I get violent or terrified when I'm very anxious with no real way to tell. And seriously, if a treat of Peanut Butter Cups shaped like Christmas trees couldn't get me to leave the house, and the threat of a library fine, then I need to pay attention and not try to walk, outside, when my lower half feels all TMI. Meantime, I'll be over here curled up in a ball, trying not to should or 'you are such a coward' myself. Oh yeah, also no SI - have to remember to focus on that. |
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I had every intention of going to sleep when I headed to the bedroom at a reasonable hour (This is after the nap you insisted I take Fickle). But I just couldn't. Anxiety cranked up and up, so I had to find something to research to soothe myself. Eh, that did not go well and the results of what I did end up reading/surfing are at the bottom of the post. But, I've realized where my current pain is coming from. Yes it is raining. Yes I do have joint pain. But I also have womb pain. A particular type of womb pain. A panic induced womb pain. Oh how I did not miss it. And yes it's related to my mother. Anyway it explains why I didn't want to go to bed when it came on - fears of nightmares no doubt just under my subconscious. I will get to my doctor's appt in the rain today, but this kind of pain is even more debilitating when I'm out of the house. So eff la de dah brain, you craven politician you. ============= Backtracking January, possibly doing exposure to the harmful stimuli therapy for desensization or something around those lines, I came across this line, from someone who'd had several people patiently explaining to them their ass was showing. Note stopping conversation for a family emergency - totally valid. It's just sigh + eye roll when they decide this is the best response t things that had been pointed out to them: "Praise is MORE IMPORTANT when dealing with the -isms, even though it's true that we shouldn't HAVE to praise people for doing the right thing." Apparently some of us in this world need to walk around with backpack ovens so we can hand out fresh baked cookies all the time as a first impulse. |
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| Monday, November 23rd, 2009 |
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So it's begun. The holiday hints, nudges, shoves by my mother at how much my siblings would love to see me for Christmas and how much she can do for me if I show up. Considering how...odd I feel right now? Like I don't even know if I want to to Zvi's for Thanksgiving, because I'm on edge, in pain, out of sorts, pondering spoons, etc? I just... It feels superstitious to say I feel pre-warnings that this will be a bad holiday season and instinct tells me to hunker down and wait for it to be over. But that's how I feel right now. Find some books I can enjoy, have pizza and wait for January 2nd. Obviously I'm depressed and it's cranking my lack of sociability ever upwards, yes? |
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| Saturday, November 21st, 2009 |
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My hip has hurt for three days straight, and it's kind of getting to me. It's not a biting, omg need to vomit pain. But it feels wrong and makes me worry and overthink. Also I miss DW. Yes I'm still commenting, but I miss the people that drop in to say *hugs*. I'm very much aware that it's a 'deal' to come to iJay and people tend to do so and catch up on a bunch of posts at once. The major thing is, however, the very reason I'm not over there (inability to save comments) makes missing it useless. Because I'd be there and anxious about not being able to save it, or just be xposting there with comments on here. But it rankles a lot that some problem with my imported lj comments apparently isn't duplicable. It's the thing that originally made me go - hey this could get me just about 98% or more LJ free and pay attention to dw in the first place. And then it irks that you can't show comments but have comments closed. And it irks that you can't have comments open on individual posts if the comment default for the journal itself is 'comments disabled'. I mean Blogger has that. Since when has Blogger been on the cutting edge of the industry. They only figured out how to do easy jump cuts THIS YEAR. And it doesn't even work for everyone. Meanwhile I've discovered/confirmed/reconfirmed my romance hot button trope. But it doesn't feel very important at all given the hip pain. Seriously hip pain sucks. A lot. With rocks. Slimey rocks. Also? Dragonage: Origins will never* drop to a price I consider reasonable given its skeezy race and trans issues *mental tantrum with fist stomping* *[Note the dramatic emphasis] |
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100 Things Restaurant Staffers Should Never Do; Parts 1 & 2 I read it all the way through and suddenly realized why as a child eating out in America confused me so much (because things were so different) and why I get so easily irked when I go out to eat now. Here I was attributing it to me being anti-social. 'Are you still working on that?' - *grits teeth* Why are you calling the meal or the experience of eating it WORK? And the constant hovering and pouring water that some people think is good service but which just makes my stomach tense up and cramp because there's no moment to relax without someone in your face all the time. I find nothing wrong with going out and treating myself to dinner, PLEASE PLEASE do not think, dear servers, that I need company and you're doing me a favour stopping by every five to seven minutes. I'm either reading, or enjoying the view and meal. What's most revealing to me is the comments. People insisting they can never eat or work in a restaurant owned by the person who compiled the list because there are too many rules. People insisting that someone who has all their rules must be underpaying their staff, or that they're expecting a lot of work and formality out of minimum wage staff. As if how much you get paid to do a thing, dictates whether or not you do it well and properly. Then there's the people who're all 'You'll go out of business if you give away recipes' And the people who think the rules are obnoxious. And the person who called it 'early 20th Century British servant manners' - as an INSULT. And the people who can't tell the difference between telling a customer about dishes without stating which dishes are their favourite. I mean I only give a damn about the waiter's favourite dish if I'm trying to decide something and they say 'I'm a total chocoholic and I really like x'. In which cause I immediately know it's likely to be too rich for my tastebuds. I finally found a comment that cements to me the general consensus of the 'WTF comments' 101. A Waiter will never, by word or sign, indicate that he or she believes he is a human being of equal worth as the patrons of the restaurant. When the Waiter accepts a check signed by the restaurant owner/manager, that proves he or she is inferior. So being quietly respectful, not presenting oneself as a diner's new best friend, allowing people to eat in peace and trying to be attentive to their needs is .... wage slavery? And then the US claims that it is a service oriented economy? And I find myself pondering the whole Sir, Ma'am, Miss thing. Though I'm not sure people say 'Miss' in the US. But the whole thing about Sir & Ma'am being cracks on age and not terms of respect? WTF? I know I've never felt more comfortable - unexpectedly comfortable- than when first visiting my step-family in Georgia and suddenly all the manners that got me labeled 'kiss up' etc in NYC, were just plain accepted. ETA: Geeze people. A waiter doesn't have to hover in order to be attentive and not seem to disappear when a guest/customer needs them. They can be at the front or the back of the dining area, visible when not attending other tables. It's not rocket science people! ETA2: Zvi was the one who clued me on minimum wage and how important tips were financially to American waitstaff. I grew up where tips were a bonus for good service. Given my reaction in general to American waitstaff service - I previously was not leaving any tips. Zvi still seems to me, to find not leaving a tip to be rude. But it's ingrained in me, deeply, not to pay for service I did not find desirable. And I'm ecstatic when service is such, I don't have to remember 'well, they probably don't get paid much and Zvi said it is helpful to the working stiff so I should give -something-' |
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| Wednesday, November 18th, 2009 |
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Is it me? or is Publisher's Weekly soundly putting their foot up it, right until it comes out of their arse when it comes to ignoring or bad talking female writers and readers and female centric genres? They just got trounced on their 'best of' and now sucktastic title on a feature interview. Someone is snorting some extra strong powdered stereotypes over there. |
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Hip Pain - > Often Caused By Sciatica Sciatica - > Often Caused By A Slipped Disc Slipped Disc - > When I Was Eleven (Growing)Pain / Body Not Feeling Trustworthy - > Ever Since I Was Eleven Back Pain/Spasms, Neck Pain Spasms, History of Migraines - > Numerous History of Knee & Ankle Problems -> Numerous History of Car Accidents - > Yes Mentions To Doctor Of All Of This - > Numerous Frustration At Having To 'Google' My Symptoms To Truly Know WTF Is Wrong With Me? -> Enormous Urge To Punch All Medical Professionals In The Face - Overwhelming Addtionals: Fibromyalgia Related To Spinal Injury -> Yes -- I am no longer sure I give a damn about 'professional' diagnosis if I can find deeper explanations on why my body's been falling apart for years. And I've spent too much of 2009 trying to tell myself I'm not lazy, and I'm not tired - I'm reacting to pain and that's why I'm avoiding things/doing less. I originally filtered this flocked, but someone else journaling about their experiences actually helped me get to this point. So passing the verification that this IS happening forward, I guess. |
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| Tuesday, November 17th, 2009 |
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News courtesy of Viridian5 - Lyrica causes SUICIDAL THOUGHTS. My uneasiness at the casual prescription the first time the doctor suggested it, had me greatful it was getting the long approval process from my insurance. Then this second time she brought it up all 'Oh sciatica and nerve damage are helped by it' - uneasiness made me not pick it up. Come my next appointment there is going to be a LOOOONG ass conversation and possibly me shopping around for a new doctor. Old therapist reccomendation or not. Cause WTF? I even asked her to list the side effects. She pulled her her little digital pharma guide and said 'Sleepiness'. So that shit needs updating and she needs talking to for NOT updating it and MORE. Shit. Not trusting a doctor means I'm less likely to go to appointments. Shit shit double shit. Maybe I won't even wait till our next appointment. I might just leave her a voicemail or hand deliver a very pissed off letter. G'damn 2009. I am so done. PS/ETA: My uneasiness btw came from online research of the product where suicidal thoughts did not come up, but other side effects did. I took my doctor's claim of 'sleepiness' as her saying 'the major side effect' -- I... yeah, still too angry. |
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| Monday, November 16th, 2009 |
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... Was a total failure. I went to bed at 9, woke up at 2am and then crashed at 9am and slept until 3:30pm. I know some of this is the fault of my anti-anxiety medication. But whoa. PS: Perhaps I should take a page out of America's books and never name anything Operation ______ unless I want it to fail. |
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| Sunday, November 15th, 2009 |
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From here: Topic: Glee (tv show) ...And then having a show claim to be empowering while in actuality being.... I'm not even sure, some combination of mocking, callous, ablist and - is there even a word for the ablist equivalent of the KKK? Because the wheelchair character is an actor in crip drag. But now Glee's canon has a character who was in crip drag. And seriously outside of Tales Of The City by Armistead Maupin, which I haven't even re-read or rewatched as I've become more aware of various social injustices, I have never seen a storyline with societal and familial consequences to black/brown-face. Black-brown face, yellow face as well, (Avatar:Live Action ignorants aside, and Shirley Liquor & a few other clueless people) is usually acknowledged as a BAD THING. So the word offensive doesn't seem strong enough for what they've done with that female character (Tina, yes?). It is easily the equivalent to me of someone casting aside their crutches and claiming they'd been faking for years to avoid dance recitals and going to parties. Or claiming they'd been faking cerebral palsy or lupus or MS or Lyme disease or blindness or bi-polarism for YEARS because crip drag is the best way to handle their social anxieties - with the implication that comfort and/or pity was some kind of fricking bonus. And the further shit-eating of assigning stuttering as the easiest disability to fake, even a child could do it. Yes, claiming that singing is natural speech therapy for those with certain speech difficulties has always pissed me off (my tripping over words happened there too, it was only easier to fake it -wasn't- happening if I was in the chorus and could just try to keep the note but essentially be ahhh-ing along or just move my mouth). Crip drag in the very 'A Special Brady Disability Episode' simply reinforces the ablism. |
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Friends InsaneJournal for kdorian.
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indescribable.