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I've been having weird dreams lately. Or rather I was, then it stopped for a while and then I had another one last night.

The dream started out OK, if not memorably. It was one of those dreams that hops from subject to subject. I tend to dream in plot format so most of the dreams involve me watching through the eyes of one character or another.

I remember a few of the little scenlets; mainly a small town and something about a fire brigade sourced out of a little blue house. Then in the same town (I think) was a vaguely sad story about a big sprawling property that the locals liked to hang out in that was being sold so soon they would have to stay away. There was another one about a woman visiting another woman who was renovating a house and inbetween visits a bunch of the rooms had been sold to businesses. The visitor thought it was very sad, especially since some of the rooms may or may not have been haunted. >_O

Then there was suddenly a genre switch on me... )

The good news is, I have figured out what is CAUSING the creepy dreams. I only seem to have them when I've thrown out my back and had to take a muscle relaxer. Yesterday was the first time in a while that I've had to take it, since I spent large parts of Tuesday at my drafting table. The chair there has pretty much no lumbar support so by the next day my back was back into full spasm. It's my own dang fault.

I told [profile] jane_drew_ about the dreams that I remember and her reaction is pretty much: RIGHT. LET'S GO TO OFFICE MAX AND FIND YOU A NEW CHAIR.
Music:: Sweet Dreams (are made of these)
Mood:: 'tired' tired
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posted by [personal profile] tsunderechan at 04:31pm on 25/12/2009 under
I am being sooooo lazy. Ok, I also ran the diswaher. I will shortly be making cookies.

Watching Mythbusters and randomly texting people.

HAPPY CHRISTMAS, KWANZAA, CHANNUKAH, SATURNALIA, YULE, BRUMALIA, DIES NATALIS SOLIS INVICTI, ETC.
Mood:: 'lazy' lazy
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posted by [personal profile] tsunderechan at 10:04pm on 15/12/2009 under
So recently the Roommate and I have been watching back episodes of 'The French Chef'.

She picked up the first two box sets at the public library and we've been using it to pass the evenings. Mostly we've been watching with great amusement and happily noting that there are a lot of cooking-challenged anime characters who should probably never watch this show.

I'll admit, I missed 'The French Chef' growing up. I think the re-runs were on too late for me to watch when I was little, so my first cooking show was actually 'The Frugal Gourmet'.

It's probably a good thing that my first impressions of cookery didn't come from Julia Child. So far she seems to have a 'do as I say, not as I do' style of instruction. Some of the most memorable bits thus far has been from a very early black and white episode about Bouillabaisse (a fightening subject all by itself) which opened with an up close and personal shot of a GIGANTIC FUCKING FISH HEAD.

The shot panned out to include Julia Child, but the fish head continued to be FUCKING GIGANTIC. The caps lock is intentional. Mere words cannot describe the size of it. Next to it was a second, slightly less FUCKING GIGANTIC fish head with bones still attatched. Needless to say, the fish heads and filleted frame were intended for fish stock. The end product involved an eel, two kinds of mollusks, and several whole fish. She served some of it at the end. It looked fairly terrifying.

However, the thing that stuck with me from that episode (besides the GIGANTIC FUCKING FISH HEAD) was a bit where she was showing the audience how to measure out spices. One of those spices was saffron, which came in a little square of wax paper ... the kind you often see containing medecine in a historical anime. So she was going on, explaining how saffron is a very strong spice and how you only need one or two pinches. She proceeded to carfully put in two pinches... then a third pinch... then the whole packet.

For the most part, Julia Child has a very cheerful and hearty approach to food that sort of predates silly modern culinary concerns like Salmonella and cross-contamination.

To be fair, I think 'To Roast a Chicken' took place before the salmonella virus discovered chicken.

Next up is 'To Stuff a Sausage'. I predict terror.

EDIT: I predicted correctly.

In other news, my back hates me and Demon!baby next door continues to have a complaint.
Mood:: 'amused' amused
location: Home
Music:: Kuroi Torikago
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posted by [personal profile] tsunderechan at 02:11pm on 30/11/2009 under
Kitteh Has Doubts

So what drives a normally content single lady into the jungle of the dating world?

Is it some kind of biological pre-alarm clock that goes off without warning one day, driving you bear-like into the icy waters of the Singles Scene to drag your perfect mate still struggling from it's murky depths? Or is it the frustration inherent to waking up alone and having to open your own jars of pasta sauce?

Loneliness: It happens to the best of us.

The causes can vary, but we all fall victim to It just once. For me, it was an unfortunate combination of being the eldest grandchild on my mother's side while attending the wedding of the second eldest. I went to the wedding because I normally fail pretty badly at being a Relative. I can't keep up with anyone's address except my own so I suck at sending Christmas cards, I'd rather save my money than spend it on plane fare at Thanksgiving, and I can only really keep up with my relations if they update Facebook pretty regularly. However, I promised that I would be there for the wedding and I was --bored, that is.

Looking back, I'm pretty sure that my boredom was being mistaken for either depression or a good sulk because once the wet bar had been open for a little while I began to find myself the focus of a certain variety of Wedding Predator. Not the 'Groom's Drunk and Randy Friend', but rather the Spinster Great Aunt.

To be honest, I didn't even recognize half of those women except to acknowledge that I probably was related to them somehow through the circuitous and spider web-like network of Family Connections in Appalachian Kentucky. That being said, everybody is related to everybody somehow in Appalachian Kentucky, it’s just a matter of how tenuous the connection might be.

I was sitting down and sipping a nice glass of unidentified rose wine -having failed to keep up with the electric slide- and resting my feet when the first one found me. She plopped herself down in the chair next to me and leaned in with a sympathetic look in her eyes while I was still floundering about and trying to remember if I ought to know who she was.

"Don't worry, Dear. I'm sure you'll find someone soon too. Don't let it get you down." At which point she patted my wrist and was gone.

I was, of course, thinking that maybe she'd had a little too much of the excellent red they were serving at that point (having run out of the rose) however within the next hour I had three more such visitations. At the time, I brushed them off, but apparently those words stuck with me as the night wore on and we headed back to the hotel. I was sharing a room with my mother who, among other things, has a sleep apnea -- so she snores loud enough to wake the fucking dead. Combine that with the fact that the air conditioner in the hotel room was set somewhere between 'meat locker' and 'blast chiller' (in December, WTF?) and you have the makings for a bad night indeed.

Laying awake and staring at the ceiling around three AM is never a fun thing. At that time of night you can't help but think of all the things you manage to avoid during the day. For my part, I wish I'd had one of those bad nights where you worry about being able to pay a parking ticket, or arguing with a friend, or something else. However, that night I found myself thinking about the profound lack of a man in in my life since my first boyfriend at eighteen.

Men seem a lot more appealing at three AM in the morning when you can't sleep. Not in the least because even if one was keeping me up with his snoring at least I'd be able to snuggle up against him and keep warm.

I've had time to remind myself of all the reasons that men are tedious and time consuming during the past year. In a moment of being very bored and lonely indeed, I booted up my computer and started to peruse dating websites. I found a few and made profiles before the glow of the monitor helped me drift off for a little rest. By the next morning I'd forgotten about the dating sites and was more or less back to normal. However, some kernel of that dissatisfaction with my otherwise good life stuck with me.

Nothing really came of those websites until February. I guess Valentines Day gets a lot of guys in the dumps, because I started to get messages for the first time shortly after that auspicious day.

The first guy I met online was pretty much as good as it gotten for me. We'll call him M ... M for Mistaken Connections that is. I liked M. He was nice, funny, well employed, educated, with his own place and his own car. I thought things were going pretty well, except for the part where he seemed to consistently miss some of the signs I was trying to give him. You know, the 'I'll just let my hand brush yours while we're walking to encourage you to hold it' thing. Didn't take. We had fun dates up until the third when I decided to make a more aggressive move and kissed him when he dropped me off at my truck. I thought it was a pretty good kiss, but apparently it wasn't because the next time I tried to set up a date with him I got 'the email'. You know that email. The 'I like you, but...' email.

I didn't keep the email in question, but it went something along the lines of 'I don't think there is any spark there for me and I think that it's the same for you'. That last bit kind of pissed me off and still does admittedly, especially when I realized that I was the only one making overtures that he either missed or wasn't interested in. Now, I kind of figure that if he feels that he gets to tell me what I'm feeling then it probably wouldn't have worked out anyway.

Since then, I've never made it past date one with a guy. I have, however, come up with a tradition of summing a bad date in ten words or less. So, for your amusement, I'm listing them here with a brief description so that the internet at least can get some mockery out of my dating failures and what I've learned from them .

1. Mr. "I'm not bitter about my Ex! Why do you ask?" - Seriously. If it's date #1 and you're telling this girl you just met about that horrible bitch you just broke up with (especially if you're phrasing it in this 'I'm totally reasonable about this' tone) it's not going to exactly give the girl warm fuzzy feelings about you. Especially when you have this habit of saying truly horrible self-esteem destroying things without batting an eyelash. Ending the date by saying 'I don't consider this a date, but I'd like to take you out some other time' only drove the last nail into the coffin.

2. Mr. "Creepy McStares-a-lot" - Left the movie three times and just stayed gone for fifteen minutes at a time. Spent the rest of the time at lunch staring at the juggler over my shoulder and Just Not Talking. Have never actually tried to escape a date through the bathroom window, but I was Seriously Considering it after the first twenty minutes. Lost his number. New rule: Drive yourself to all first dates.

3. Mr. "Punk Rock Hobo / Hard Sell" - Poster child for how personality does not make up for all ills. Great guy. Wonderful guy. Arrived at the pre-arranged meeting point and couldn't decide if I was offended that he hadn't bothered to clean himself up for our date ...or worried that he had. Warning Sign: When a guy starts doing the hard sell about things that didn't actually come up in conversation... such as how he loses weight really easily and is really tidy except that his brother's a slob and that's why his house is a wreck. After a while, all I could hear was 'I'm a fixer-upper!'. Rule: Shoes don't stretch and Men don't change. Last but not least: Smoker. Spent the entire week after seeing him wishing for a cigarette.

There will probably be more to add to this list. There are plenty of guys that I've talked to, but never made it to 'actual date' status.
Music:: Face On - Yoko Kanno
location: Work
Mood:: 'awake' awake
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posted by [personal profile] tsunderechan at 10:14am on 10/11/2009 under ,
DRAWME!

The meme itself is kinda vague so I'm setting out the rules here:

1. Comment with your username.
2. If I don't know you, give me a brief description of yourself or someone you want me to draw. If you're feeling very brave, gimme a picture!
3. All you arty people, post this on your blog and draw your friends!
4. (optional) You can maybe draw me if you want.

EDIT: OMG, I apparently suck at portraiture!!!!!!!!
Music:: I'm Back - Dope
Mood:: 'creative' creative
location: Work
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posted by [personal profile] tsunderechan at 04:29pm on 15/10/2009 under
Hi All!

Stuck at home sick today. Seems like that's a problem everyone is having. >_< HAve been up reading manga and waiting for the medecine to kick in so it's occurred to me that I read a hell of a lot of cool manga.

Not the epic hits like Naruto or Bleach, although they're a lot of fun too. Random stuff, funny stuff, sweet stuff, and stuff that's really good but doesn't seem to get a lot of attention. So I'm going to start making a list of manga recs once or twice a week, depending on how much stuff I come across. Here are today's recs:

Shibatora
by Ando Yuma (author) and Asaki Masahi (artist)
Genre: Shonen
Status: In Progress
Summary: It's rough being a cop when you look like you belong in middle school, especially when you have a little psychic ability that lets you see when a person is in danger of dying. Be that as it may, police officer Shibata Taketora hasn't given up on becoming a detective who can, in his words, "make daily living safe for our youth" ...even if he still gets carded in every bar.
My opinion thus far: Normally I don't go for the whole 'age reversal' anime trope. You know the one; where you've got an adult who looks (and usually acts) like a little kid or a kid who talks like an adult. Shibata doesn't really conform to the stereotype. He actually is an adult and behaves accordingly. Generally speaking, there'd be the temptation for the author to overcompensate for his character's childlike face by making him too adult however Ando and Asaki have managed to strike a great balance between maturity and naivete. Shibata as a character is a little innocent but he's reliable, intelligent, and even tempered. He's not your average shonen hero, that's for sure. In most respects (barring his psychic ability) he's relentlessly normal. They make up for that by including an cast of secondary characters who, I'm glad to say, manage to be 'colorful' without that standardized anime wackiness. You have your standard semi-gangster type who is cast as Shibata's childhood friend, a Police Lady who can't seem to make up her mind whether she's actually flirting with Shibata or just engaing in some mild teasing, and the (tall, blonde, Valkyrie-type) chief clerk in charge who is currently evaluating Shibata for promotion. Given the tone of the manga thus far, I'd almost categorize this one as seinen Still, definite thumbs up from me!

Shiawase no Kissa Sanchoume
by Matsuzuki Kou
Genre: Shojou
Status: Complete in Japan / Translations are still in progress
Summary: It takes a special kind of guy to appreciate a girl who is half his size, weighs under 100 pounds, and can still bench press him. Fortunately for Uru, there seem to be a bunch of them in her new neighborhood. Following her mother's recent re-marriage, Uru has decided to live on her own for a little while in order to give the newly-weds some time alone. Finding herself lonlier than expected, she appliee for a job at a local bakery/cafe and discovers not only two well-intentioned misanthropic bishonen but also a place where she too can feel like she belongs.
My opinion thus far: Fluffy shojou goodness at its best. This is pure character-driven brain candy. Matsuzuki deals primary with strong human emotions such as lonlieness and just how far a person will go to find a place where they can fit in. This is not a mangaka who shies away from dealing with her characters' flaws and issues. In fact, that's one of the things I like most about this story. The characters are flawed and they make mistakes, but they own up to them and work to fix things. This isn't going to be one of those stories where every problem becomes seven chapters of drama/angst/ohnoz! Ladies who dislike spiders will especially like Shindow, the main romantic lead. I'll let you find out why. ; ) Sadly, this one seems to have stalled out at 27 chapters. Fortunately, if you like this title and want more, Tokyopop recently licensed it and will be releasing the first volume in January 2010. I'll be pre-ordering mine next paycheck. :3

Ore-sama Teacher
by Izumi Tsubaki
Genre: Shojou
Status: In Progress
Summary: Former School Gang Leader (Banchou) Mafuyu is a delinquent with a mission. Having just been expelled from her last highschool for fighting, her mother has enrolled her in a boarding school in the next town over. She is turning over a new leaf (on pain of being disowned) and is determined to enjoy her new highschool life by never raising a fist in anger again. This lasts exactly as long as it takes to come across a man being bullied in the street outside of her apartment building. Unfortunately for Mafuyu, the man in question didn't need help and is actually A. Her new homeroom teacher B. The most evil man ever to draw breath and C. Her next door neighbor. Mafuyu's high school debut is not going the way she'd hoped. Soon she's learning more about herself and a certain older boy from her past who might not have been the gentle big brother her memory painted him.
My opinion thus far: Another anime trope I usually don't go for is the whole student/teacher relationship ... unless its handled really, really well. Mafuyu and Takaomi are not in a relationship. In fact, if you suggested to them that romance might be in the air... well, you'd probably end up being beaten within and inch of your life after Takaomi got done fishing Mafuyu down from a very tall building. Be that as it may, they're a fantastic pair. Mafuyu is one of those slightly dim, but enthusiastic heroines. The kind that make you want to pat them on the head because they mean well. Takaomi on the other hand is an unrepentant bastard and you know it from square one. What he's doing teaching highschool is anyone's guess, but like anything else he does in life he teaches on his own terms. There are some lessons to be learned from this manga, but I'll be darned if I can tell you what they are. Just hop on and enoy the ride.
Music:: Ghostbusters - Bowling for Soup
Mood:: 'sick' sick
location: Home
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posted by [personal profile] tsunderechan at 01:43pm on 09/10/2009 under
So, due to aforementioned aggravations I did not actually post anything about my doctor's appointment from Monday. It was a follow up with my GYN (that scary cheerful NP) to keep track of how I was doing on my perscriptions and if I'd lost any more weight.

Metformin: Yay! It's doing great things.

Junel (BC): Not so great. Makes me menstruate for two weeks out of each four week round. I had to quit taking it.

Weight: Lost another five pounds!!! That makes 25 since February! I started at 305 lbs. and am now at 281 lbs.!!! Go me!
location: Work
Mood:: 'content' content
Music:: Life in Technicolor - Coldplay
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One of my student workers flaked on me, AGAIN this Monday. I ended up covering his shift from 4 until 6. I was going to write an angry blog entry, but that seemed... I don't know. Instead, I decided to set my aggravation to verse. Eat your heart out, Poe.

The Shift

Once upon a Monday dreary, as I labored weak and weary
checking in many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten business lore.
While I labored, nearly snapping, suddenly there came a rapping
As of someone insistently tapping, tapping at my Library door.
"Tis some patron," I muttered, "tapping at my Library door.
Only this, and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the early Autumn splendor,
and each separate vying student laborer claimed their shifts and did my boss implore:
vainly to grant them more hours: hours to their banks accounts restore
From their labor surcease of penury. Poverty from the Holiday weekend before.
From the bright and gaily celebrated Holiday that passed the week before.
Nameless here for reasons and more.

...but the studious and uncertain bustling of each Library patron
killed me, filled me with murderous tendencies never felt before.
So that now, to still the beating of my temples, I stood repeating:
"Tis some patron entreating entrance at my Library door,
some late card-forgetting patron entreating entrance at the card-access only door.
That they are, and nothing more."

(Pay no attention to the Ruroken joke behind the curtain.)

Presently my annoyance grew stronger, hesitating then no longer
"Sir," said I, "Or Madame. Your forgiveness I do (not) implore:
but the fact is, I was shelving, when so "gently" you came tapping,
and so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my Library door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you." Here I opened up the door.
Skepticism there, and nothing more.

Deep into the corridor peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing,
doubting, that my releif would ever appear at that glassed-in Library door.
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token
And the only word there spoken was the muttered word:
"*^$%^@^" This I growled, and an echo muttered back the word,
"*^$%^@^". Merely this, and nothing more.

Back towards the Circ Desk turning, all my ire within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping, somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I "surely that is someone at my circulation desk.
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore.
Let my headache be still a moment, and this quandary explore.
Tis a book return, and nothing more."



location: Work
Mood:: 'annoyed' annoyed
Music:: Feel Good Inc. - Gorillaz
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Tell me how when you're brand, brand spanking new in a job and had to confirm your hours with your boss verbally and in writing do you then "accidently" go away on Fall Break and forget about your Monday shift.

Guess where I'm posting from. Shit.

Boss Lady took the first half of the shift in questions, which was like at 2pm. I'm working the 4 to 6 bit. To keep myself occupied I'm writing a highly bastardized version of Egar Allen Poe's 'the Raven'. I'll post it later.

EDIT: Somehow I originally posted this as 'private'. Fixed now! 10/9/2009

Mood:: 'pissed off' pissed off
location: Work
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NOT. FUNNY.

It's raining like cats and dogs out there all of a sudden!
Mood:: 'shocked' shocked

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