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Last night my shower head sprang the kind of leak at the places where it screws together that you really can't ignore. I turned it so the leak was at least going into the shower instead of the ceiling, and determined that I was fucking going to Home Depot and getting some teflon tape and a goddamn new shower head thingy.

After the doctor.

My sleep schedule has been fucked up lately, a little more than usual. But I managed to get enough sleep in two chunks so that when morning-ish hit, I was vaguely well-rested, if rather more inclined to get chatty about stuff on IM than usual.

I can recommend tunic-length loose tops for ultrasounds where you don't have to take your shirt off. They give you a modicum of body-modesty that doesn't involve juggling a drape.

Read more... )

The imaging techs don't get to discuss any of your results with you. That's for the doctors. So I was absent any more practical information about what was going on, but slightly less physically comfortable due to some of the joysticking about in my nethers.

I had changed back, left the department, and was nearly in the bathroom when my phone started ringing. It was an unfamiliar number, but also a 602 number, and so I answered it.

It was Dawn! I had kept trying to get in touch with her, but her phone kept going straight to voicemail, so I'd finally resorted to leaving a message on Facebook, where there were signs of life.

She had bad news. She'd intended to call me last night, but there had been a death in the family. I told her my twolocked biglocked items of news. And now I have her new number.

My phone has been chewing through battery unfortunately quickly lately, but I called [personal profile] norabombay anyway, and we chattered about things. Then I picked up a new showerhead and some teflon tape at Home Depot, and came home.

I'm having a bit of a hard time this week, and I don't think it's going to get much easier until sometime late next week, at which point it will be differently hard.

Purple and I discussed dinner, but he was kind of stressed (presentation, and he hates making slides) and tired, and I was just drained, so we called a pass. Tomorrow, maybe.

For the past couple days I'd not been using the bouncyball as my desk chair, and the lack of motion had been beginning to get to me. I've noticed that in part due to the bouncyball, stairs have been easier for me when I've had to encounter them! This is good, and I will continue to watch for improvements.

Purple continues to be a voice of reason to me on a good many issues, and I deeply appreciate it. He also refuses to serve as chaperone. "In my day you couldn't even talk while dating!"

I had an interesting conversation about preferences in smut with more than one friend, more or less simultaneously. The juxtaposition was amusing. Read more... )

After that entertaining conversation, it was just about time for bed, at which point I remembered that I needed to fix the shower.

Fortunately, unscrewing everything, applying new teflon tape, and screwing it back together proved to fix all of the things. I could wish for such an easy fix on many more. I guess I take the unneeded new shower head back to Home Depot in tomorrow's errands or something.
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Dear Hockey Rare Pairs Author,

Look at that - somehow it's gotten to be time for Hockey Rare Pairs again! Since you've gotten me as your assignment, you clearly have excellent taste, having offered at least one of my relatively new-school (though, I freely admit, not cutting-edge) pairings - and I'm quite looking forward to reading whatever you choose to write me. Anyway, I'll get to the expanding on the prompts in my sign-up part in a moment, but, first, let's get the general things I do and don't like in stories out of the way.

Form: meta-ness; trope inversion/subversion; AUs; humor; epistolary fic; wacky premises taken seriously; magical realism; things that are hinted at but not stated explicitly; unusual formats; stylistic choices that fit the characters/story.

Content: shenanigans; daring escapes; music and singing; dancing; theatrics; swordplay; animals; food and cooking; children; nuanced takes on religion; the power of a well-cut suit (or other appropriate garment); fantasy/science fiction elements mixed into our otherwise ordinary world.

Relationships: unusual/complicated relationships, found families, stubbornness/tenaciousness, pining, UST, characters being both adult about things and realistically bad at communicating/dealing with being an adult; flexible sexualities; people realizing things about their sexualities later in life; imperfect, messy sex.

Hockey-specific: I am totally down for non-famous relatives making appearances if you have a need for them; put in as much hockey and training and schedule porn as you want; same goes for food. And if you want to go AU with the end of last season, so that somebody, ANYBODY, did their job and kicked the Pens out of the playoffs, I'd be thrilled. Bonus points if it's the Caps, as it should have been.

Do Not Wants: non-con; character death; unhappy endings; dystopias; infidelity; humiliation; pointless miscommunications; the Pens getting to have anything nice ever (sorry not sorry - I'm normally a pretty live-and-let-live person, but this Caps fan ain't gonna be over this year's post-season any time soon).

Anyway, let's move on to the pairings, now!

Johnny Gaudreau/Sean Monahan, Max Domi/Anthony Duclair, Michael Latta/Tom Wilson, Mikkel Boedker/Oliver Ekman-Larsson )

Anyway, I hope something in there proves inspiring to you. But if, after all that, you find yourself wanting to write something I never even dreamed of prompting - as long as it doesn't stomp all over my DNWs - I say follow your inspiration!

Cheers,

Kat
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Via [personal profile] highlander_ii: http://www.katewillaert.com/ljstats/ will work if you substitute "dreamwidth.org" for "livejournal.com", as DW keeps its stats in the same place. This tool grabs about 5000 comments at once, so if you have more than 5000 comments in your journal, you can do some quick math to see where you want to put your startid if you'd like to see the most recent rather than the people from the beginning of time.

Who comments the most on this journal? )
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[personal profile] azurelunatic
Oh, uterus.

So because of reasons (mostly involving PCOS and my desire to maybe #bloodcannon a little less), I've been thinking about an IUD for a while. And since a few of my friends and I have entered into a mutual support pact about embodiment issues, it was well time for me to schedule an appointment for that.

Having determined to do the thing, I was rather in mind of doing it promptly, and since there has not in fact been any reason to suspect I might be pregnant (owing to not having been around any unchaperoned sperm since 2004-ish), sooner was better than later.

Unfortunately, the online appointment booking thing was down at the time I tried to get an appointment, so I wound up calling in; because I called in, I got an appointment with some random person from the office, rather than the uterus inspector I'd painstakingly picked out from the list. (The painstaking process went like: are they in this office? Do they not go on about how much they like babies? Does something about their profile strike me as friendly to me and people like me? OK then.)

Since it had been a while since seeing a uterus inspector when not in a highly traumatized and upset state of mind, and the state of the sexual health care art continues to change, I came prepared with a short list of questions whose answers I actually rather thought might apply to my current life. (I also have come to the conclusion that while I have no particular wish to get surgery which is super optional, I want to carefully monitor the risk & pain tradeoffs between keeping the uterus in and having the fucker OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT, and remove it as soon as it tips, rather than attempting to keep it around much past its best-by date.)

Read more... )

That was about that. I collected my things and headed out, leaving promises to get the sex ed hat properly up on Ravelry someday. And I headed for home, a little disoriented and definitely feeling profuse bleeding, but not feeling kicked anywhere tender.

I came home to assorted encouragement on Twitter. Of particular note were the "uterus explosion" misreadings, and then a bit of sublime silliness with [twitter.com profile] atavistique.

[twitter.com profile] azurelunatic I think it will be time for tea when I get home.
[twitter.com profile] atavistique and indeed there will be time/ to murder and create/ before the taking of toast and tea
[twitter.com profile] azurelunatic Do I dare/ Disturb the uterus?
[twitter.com profile] atavistique I have lingered in the chambers of the womb/ by follicles wreathed with endometrium red and brown
[twitter.com profile] azurelunatic Till the speculum is lowered, in the gloom.

After the alluded-to pot of strong tea, I felt equal to dinner out with Purple, which was largely pleasant. I finally got to introduce him to the bread pudding, which was spectacular and my entire reason for bringing him. After dessert, I looked at my phone when Purple stepped away from the table, and found that I had received an emotionally jarring text. I showed Purple, and reached across the table to take his hand while I freaked out gently, and mourned the world in which certain terrible things had not yet happened. Eventually we repaired to the parking lot, to discuss the hardships of having been the kind of grownup who lost the rock-paper-scissors for presidency of the HOA board (this was the "bagsy not-it" game), pie that has tentacles, and the way he's *mostly* a well-behaved grown-up, but there are just moments when he has to fuck with people's brains. I have rather more of those moments, and mostly I let them off harmlessly, but every now and then there's something like the helldesk software, or ... other, less innocent forms of fuckery ... and I aim myself carefully before going off.

A good 12 hours on, and the bleeding's slowed to something more normal. And now, having written all this, I shall perhaps consider bed!

Encircling Meme!

Jul. 19th, 2016 10:16 pm
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After a long hiatus, one of my friends has returned to Dreamwidth, and I thought: what better an opportunity to throw an encirclement meme?

I think my circle are nifty people who might possibly get along with each other. Feel free to introduce yourselves in the comments, and get to know other potentially like-minded people!

My crowd includes a lot of people who are tech-ish, who are writer-y, and who love a bad good pun.

Personal life!

Jul. 17th, 2016 10:43 am
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This is a very brief update that is deliberately light on details. Further information is probably not forthcoming in public. (If you want the story, try in person with coffee or tea; bourbon's not necessary.)

Very recently, someone I have known and I tried dating, to see if it could work. Upon further discussion, we have broken up, but remain better friends than when we started.

Mostly, this is to serve as notification that the matrix "my ex", having remained stable with [personal profile] sithjawa at the top of the stack, has been expanded; references to "my ex" with very un-[personal profile] sithjawa-like attributes are ... rather less likely to be [personal profile] sithjawa.

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