matociquala: (bear by san)

  1. Discover burned out microwave light

  2. Fuck around for two months

  3. Get screwdriver, remove light cover

  4. Remove burnt out light

  5. Discover no appropriate lightbulbs in house

  6. Order lightbulbs

  7. Leave light cover and screw on counter for four days

  8. Open package of ordered lights

  9. Install light

  10. Discover cover is greasy.

  11. Set screw down on gray and black granite counter

  12. Wash cover

  13. Put cover on light

  14. Cannot find screw

  15. Cannot find screw

  16. Cannot find screw

  17. Cannot find screw

  18. Go to toolshed, get thing of random screws

  19. Try similar size screws

  20. Find one that nearly fits

  21. Install light cover

  22. Take care of other household tasks

  23. Tell scott_lynch funny screw story when he gets up

  24. Sit down to tell internet funny screw story on laptop at kitchen counter

  25. Spot missing screw ten inches away on countertop



Yes, my counter needed cleaning. It was on the list. 
matociquala: (criminal minds fate)
Holy shit, how did I forget to listen to TMBG for so damned long? That was a terrible idea.

It's amazing how having kittens gives me something to blog about again. The giant ridiculous dog is wonderful and adorable and my best friend and walking buddy now that he's too old to run*, but he is a creature of steady habits, especially at the age of 11, and doesn't give me much to comment on: "Today we went for a walk and played kickball for ten minutes and pooped twice and had breakfast AND dinner AND cookies AND a piece of cheese, were teased by the cats, had a series of profoundly satisfying naps and were interested in a squirrel, briefly."

It's a dog's life. One day is pretty much like the next and they're not always noteworthy. Except when the ice hurts his poor feet, or I expect him to go outside and pee in the wet like some kind of barbarian, or he has the best day of his life and gets within six inches of actually catching that damned fat squirrel.

Six inches, Zack! I would have had him!

Kittens are still having adventures.

This morning's adventures started at 6:30 (roughly) with me getting up and realizing that there were no kitten noises in the usual places and no kittens on the bed, or in the guest bedroom where they sometimes hang out, depending on the availability of local sunbeams and the phase of the moon and other Important Kitten Reasons.

I walk down the hall to the bathroom. The bathroom is also where we feed kittens, and as soon as I entered its sacred precincts, I had two boy kittens on my heels. 6:30 am is not, however, the time of the feeding. We're not naive about what the result would be.

The boy kittens stayed in the bathroom. I walked back toward the bedroom, and saw that a door that should not be open was open. A door that leads to the downstairs, and several non-kitten-proofed rooms full of potentially hazardous and/or breakable objects and furniture that one could hide under indefinitely. Not to mention house plants, great for chewing on and excavating around and peeing in.

I saw that beyond that door, there was a stairs. And on that stairs was a Molly, looking freaked out as only a feral kitten that is outside her comfort zone can look.

I went back, and shut the bathroom door with the boy kittens inside. And said to Scott, who was in the office typing, which is, after all, what we do for a living, "Houston, we have a problem."

We found her under a futon in the front room, which was fine, and which has a door that opens onto the front hallway, which the kittens DO have access to generally speaking and which has a second stair to the upstairs, which is designated kitten territory. We opened the door to the front hall and closed the door to the rest of the downstairs, and Scott went upstairs to make sure the door that had been left open accidentally was closed so there wouldn't be a second escape.

I lay down on my stomach and stuck my head under the futon.

"Hello, Molly," says I. "Surely you want to go upstairs?"

The freaked out look intensifies.

I offer her a Magic Finger. You know the one.

She looks at it like it's a snake.

"THAT'S A SNEK!" says her.

I make sure I am physically between her and the hiding places it would be harder to retrieve her from. Slowly, I reach out, with the Molly Approved (occasionally, maybe) back-of-hand petting gesture. (Sometimes you're allowed to use the grabby side of the hand, but not always. Because Apes are horrible, and also Grabby.)

Molly says, "YOU WANT TO GRAB ME!" and skitters away. (Her primary form of movement is still skittering, though there has been a certain amount of sauntering and scampering recently. She really is coming around.)

Fortunately, she skitters through the open door into the front hall.

And freezes. And looks around, stunned. SHE IS NOT LOST FOREVER. THIS IS HER HALL. SHE BOUNCES GLITTER BALLS DOWN THE STAIRS. She relaxes. Her ears perk up. She looks around some more.

"I KNOW WHERE I AM!" says her.

And then Scott said, from upstairs, "The light is green," and I had to close the hall door really quick to keep her from running away back into the room I was in in a panic because a Horrible Ape said something in a moderately loud conversational tone three rooms away.

But now she's on the bed ignoring me, though there were no Morning Cuddles today. Horrible Ape. This Was All Your Fault Somehow.

Such is life with a semiferal.

Gurney, meanwhile, is a toddler. A very sweet toddler, not a tyranty one (that's Duncan), but a toddler nonetheless.

Gurney has a best toy, which is Mousie. Now, there are many mousies in this house. There are three different KINDS of sisal mousies. There are five other sisal mousies that are identical in every way to Mousie, except for being less battered and chewed on, and still having feather tails. Also Mousie is bright pink and hardly rattles anymore, and the other ones are yellow, green, blue, grey, etc.

Mousie is the toy Gurney plays fetch with. It is the toy he carries around and talks to in low tones and crouches over and won't let the other kittens play with. Mousie is his Friend.

He likes to take Mousie up to the broad, flat surface of the credenza in the bedroom, and bat Mousie around.

Today, Mousie fell behind the dresser. This was at 7:20, when I had just gotten back into bed after the Molly Experience, and was planning a little more rest before work started.

TRAGEDY! YODELING! PAWS FORLORNLY REACHING INTO THE GAP BEHIND THE DRESSER!

Gurney is NOT a semiferal, and you can tell this because when something goes TERRIBLY WRONG, he looks around, finds the nearest monkey, and demands we fix it. Well, NOTHING would do except I go get a yardstick and a flashlight and retrieve Mousie. At 7:30 am.
And then, once retrieved, he had to take it and jump up on the credenza again and start playing with it right where he lost it before
Now, "But mousie wants to be here" is the excuse I'm getting for him and mousie being loud on the bookshelf that serves as my night stand.
Mousie is very inconsiderate.

Here, in the aftermath of the morning's great trauma, is a picture of Gurney and Mousie, and Molly and Duncan too:



Here, Duncan has liberated Mousie, and is teasing Gurney with it. The offending credenza is in the background:


Mousie is a very important member of our household, as you can probably imagine.




*(and I've had to quit, at least for a while, because of a really stubborn tendon problem in my right foot. So I'm giving it a year to fix itself and then I either decide I'm not a runner anymore, or I look into surgery. La.)
matociquala: (bear by san)
The adventure of a lifetime! ...now with squirrels.

(reposted from Patreon)



This is Ace. Ace is a dog, fondly known on the internets as the Giant Ridiculous Dog.

He's a Briard, which is a French shepherd breed.

Ace loves a few things in life: walks, cheese, car rides, carrying stuffies around the house, herding sheep, his soccer ball, and chasing squirrels. He's had a vendetta against all squirreldom since one bounced an acorn off his head back in 2009.

He has not forgotten.

Today, as we were going outside to play some kickball in the fresh snow, Ace ran over to the large lilac bush that dominates our dooryard. He had located a miscreant squirrel lurking in the bush--no doubt calculating how to get to the bird feeder on the porch roof, which is what squirrels spend 95% of their processing power on.

The squirrel, who was safely high in the rather large bush, made an extremely poor life choice. It decided to jump down and run for it.

The reason this was such a poor life choice is that, as you can see, there is approximately one squerrel's depth of snow on the ground currently.

The pursuit was on! My own little patch of BBC, with the David Attenborough replaced by me yelling at the dog to "Leave it!" at the top of my lungs while lunging after him, the squirrel floundering through five inch drifts, and the dog--soccer ball still in his mouth!--in hot if slidy pursuit.

Spoiler, the squirrel lived to pass its poor judgment on to its offspring.

The fluffy little rodent made it to the driveway that our semi-feral plow guy (more on him later) had plowed not five minutes before, and finally got some acceleration as it headed for the pine trees on the other side. The dog tripped on the berm the semi-feral plow guy had left at the edge of the asphalt, and tripped... soccer ball still in his mouth.

And I caught up with him a half-second later.

Then we had to play a game where he checked EVERY SINGLE BUSH on the property for rodents before he'd agree to come play kickball, which was the original purpose of the exercise.

So about that plow guy. He sort of came with the house, you see. The previous owners opined that he was somewhat erratic, but they weren't sure how to make him stop. Or even get him to reliably cash checks for his services.

Sometimes he does a great job. Sometimes he plows about half the driveway and wanders off. He's nice, though, and when you basically live in an episode of Newhart, you kind of have to roll with the punches and accept the hand you're dealt.
matociquala: (ruffian)
All in all, a very satisfactory morning.

Got up, had coffee with the family and [livejournal.com profile] batwrangler, saw them off to a dog show. I shoveled and sanded the walk and what passes for a driveway around here, because even though it's going to rain all day and get into the fifties this afternoon, those ice berms the plow leaves don't melt in a day--and we're next door to the church, and it's Sunday, and people do walk. Or park on the side of the road and have to traipse around the Common to get there. While shoveling, I passed the time of day with dogwalkers and the organist for the OTHER church, which is across the Common. (The Catholics are down the block and around the corner. Their sidewalks are their own problem.)

We talked about the weathr, of course.

Anyway, shoveling and sanding is a matter of civic obligation in New England--possibly almost a sacred duty--and if I take the dog for a walk later I won't be able to bitch about others not shoveling if I haven't, myself.

As my reward, since (despite the light drizzle) it was actually very nice out--35 degrees and sort of pleasantly Marchlike--I betook myself down to the local Cumberland Farms for a peppermint hot cocoa while they're still in season. (I hadn't had one yet this year.) And anyway, I had a free fountain drink from the gas club. It's a little more than a half-mile walk there and back again, and very pleasant except where people hadn't shoveled yet. ;) )

Cumberland Farms is convenience store that's another beloved Yankee institution, sort of like Dunkin Donuts. Except they have gas as well as reliably clean bathrooms and decent coffee, and they're all open 24 hours. (The real reason for the Yankee cult of Dunkies: long distance driving pitstops.)

Going and coming and at the store, I counted no fewer than six conversations with neighbors. Every single one was about the weather.

It's a good thing it's so interesting here, or Yankees would have nothing to talk about.

I got back home just as the church carillon was starting. And hey, they fixed the speakers!

Now it's time for some breakfast and some work. 2015 had better continue cooperating on the wordcount, is all I can say, because I did the math yesterday and I need to write somewhere north of 300,000 words this year in order to make my deadlines.

Okay, so, that's an average of a thousand words a day, with time off for conventions and good behavior. Pretty doable, really.

And on that note--to the Batmobile!
matociquala: (criminal minds garcia plan b)

Well, absolutely no writing has gotten done since I handed the welves off to the truepenny. And I am, quite frankly, okay with that. I've been catching up on reading and playing Portal and watching Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries on Netflix. (Spoiler, I love it.)

Also, finally got around to replacing my dead desktop, two and a half years later. Let's hear it for pre-holiday sales. So there was two days of computer setting up. Because that's how these things go. And that necessitated rearranging the office a little.

Leonard Cohen's Popular Problems is looking to be the theme album for The Stone in the Skull. Or at the very least, for the Gage.

I had to leave
My life behind
I dug some graves
You’ll never find

The story’s told
With facts and lies
I had a name
But never mind





Here's what my corner of the office looks like now.



And here's today's teacup, which is a Royal Albert morning glory cup from the "Friendship" series that I found on eBay. (My favorite flowers: morning glories, iris, lilacs, crocus.)

Tea today: Upton's Yamato sencha.

Bonus: Saturday's teacup, which is a Queen Anne decorated with violets that I inherited from a family friend. It's full of Upton's Assam-based Irish Breakfast with milk and sugar.



I do need to start fighting back from the post-novel ennui and whatever mild crud I've been fighting off. I apparently have some OCR issues to fix in the ebook version of Whiskey and Water, and I have some kickstarter stuff for Worldspinners due in January, and there's Tiptree reading to get done. And I have all this email to answer. And a secret santa gift to make, and some holiday baking to do. And trying to reconnect with friends after a year of hard travel and long absences, and the attendant loss of fitness and extra weight I'm carrying. And I need to get serious about my training for the half marathon in February, in related news.

I'm just so damned stupid tired. I've been turning down and bowing out of projects left and right, and I'm still booked up for 2015 already. Which is a good problem to have, but also, wow. Tired.

There is so much constant damn maintenance in this life.





My father says I'm chosen. My mother says I'm not.

matociquala: (Default)
Over at the Wordpress blog, what I've been up to in Wisconsin.

Also, trying this Livejournal/Dreamwidth crossposting thing. La la la....
matociquala: (new england bare trees winter manchester)
I have a cold. Darn you, winter airplanes. Darn you to heck.

But I also have a nice review of Range of Ghosts from A. M. Dellamonica, and a cartoon me as diabolical mad scientist in a lovely post by [livejournal.com profile] plunderpuss on why Viable Paradise might be good for you.

And I have a new S.F. Squeecast: "The Middlesquee!" With special guest Javier Grillo-Marxuach of The Middleman fame. Like you couldn't have figured THAT out.  

In this episode we talked about:

We also asked Javi our silly questions.

And I also have an ARC of [livejournal.com profile] stillnotbored's forthcoming novel, Delia's Shadow. And thus am I summoned away from the internets to something rich and strange.

matociquala: (comics bone stupid stupid rat creatures)
apparently some public accountability is required to get me moving today...

clean car
go for a run
make to-do list
make salsa

page proofs
shower
eat something
put on pants
go climbing
fictons post
shopping list for Mac
cancel doctor's appointment because they will not call me to reschedule it
Hah! I actually managed to reschedule.
tea
go through email inbox and perform necessary related tasks such as printing contracts and addressing packages

finish reading review book
practice guitar

State of the Honeydew:

2011:

OWW EC review: October 15, 2011
Realms of Fantasy columns: October 25, 2011
Three reviews for Ideomancer: Oct 31, 2011
"The Governess," aka Victorian fantasy story: December 15, 2011
Revise "The Governess": December 15 2011
Shattered Pillars: December 31, 2011

travel:
100-Year Starship Survey SymposiumI: Sept 30-Oct 2, Orlando
Viable Paradise: October 7-16, 2011, Oak Bluffs MA
move to Massachusetts: October 22, 2011
Supernatural Noir reading: October 24, 2011 Pequannock Township Public Library, Pompton Plains, New Jersey
World Fantasy Convention: October 27-30, 2011, San Diego
Signing with [livejournal.com profile] truepenny: November 19, 2011, Pandemonium Books, Central Square, Boston

2012:
"Latency": March 2012
An Apprentice to Elves: June 11, 2012 with [livejournal.com profile] truepenny
Hard SF adventure story: June 11, 2012
Steles of the Sky : November 2012
"Underworld": September 2012

travel:
Epic ConFusion: January 20-22, Troy MI
ConStellation: April 13-15, Lincoln NE (Guest of Honor)
KGB Reading (not mine): April 18, 2012 KGB bar, Manhattan
4th Street Fantasy Conversation: June 21-24, Minneapolis MN
ConVergence: July 5-8, Minneapolis MN
Readercon: July 12-15, Burlington MA
Armadillocon: July 26-29, Austin TX
Viable Paradise: October, Oak Bluffs MA
World Fantasy Convention: November 1-4, 2012, Toronto


2013:
"Dark Leader": March 2013
"Something's Gotta Eat T. rexes": September 2013


No fixed deadline:

"The Deeps of the Sky"
Karen Memory
Smile (unless its name is actually Salt Water)
Unsuitable Metal
Gotham Jazz

"Form & Void"
"Untitled Space Opera Thingy" aka "Periastron"
"Steel Monkey"
"Posthumous Jonson"
"The Death of Terrestrial Radio"
"On Safari in R'lyeh and Carcosa with Gun and Camera"
matociquala: (can't sleep books will eat me)
The library is packed, to very spurious tolerances of packed.

Tomorrow, the living room.

Man, I have a lot of books. And there are still the ones in the office and my bedroom to go, and the cookbooks.

Still, that's well-begun. If I can do the living room tomorrow, and finish the office on Thursday, that just leaves the kitchen and my bedroom for when I get back from VP.

Moving Day, if you live in southern New England and know where I live (or know me well enough to ask) and want to carry boxes, is October 22.  There will be sody pop and pizza and probably rather a lot of esoteric alcohol.

If I can find it once we've moved everything.
matociquala: (can't sleep books will eat me)
The library is packed, to very spurious tolerances of packed.

Tomorrow, the living room.

Man, I have a lot of books. And there are still the ones in the office and my bedroom to go, and the cookbooks.

Still, that's well-begun. If I can do the living room tomorrow, and finish the office on Thursday, that just leaves the kitchen and my bedroom for when I get back from VP.

Moving Day, if you live in southern New England and know where I live (or know me well enough to ask) and want to carry boxes, is October 22.  There will be sody pop and pizza and probably rather a lot of esoteric alcohol.

If I can find it once we've moved everything.
matociquala: (spies mfu geekier than the average spy)
Briards, napping

Ace and his best girlfriend share the prime under-table space at dinner last night...

And a hopefully non-defective woolly bear caterpillar that claims we will have an easy winter this year:

Woolly bear

Having no black stripes at all!

In a little bit here, I must record a podcast. Right NOW, I must answer some interview questions.
matociquala: (writing literature vonnegut)
2011 09 07 daily commute

tea today: Stash black ginger peach, which I love a lot
teacup today: earthbound arts

Breakfast is a sliced up Cortland apple and some goat cheese. I also had some ground cherries and two plums and a protein shake. Yay for the harvest season, ay for local produce.

And yet I am somehow still ravenous: that tuna for lunch needs to thaw faster. Possibly I will just sear it until the middle melts. GIVE ME THE PROTEIN AND NOBODY NEEDS TO DIE TODAY.

Today my work work is a thousand words on Shattered Pillars and an MFA rec letter for a colleague. If I could just get my brain online....

Skipped out on running this morning: it's delightfully misty and cool, but honestly I was freaking tired. And I have plans to climb this evening.

Hmm. About that tuna...
matociquala: (can't sleep books will eat me)
Kind of sleepy this morning, despite having already been up for almost five hours, during which I accomplished... well, the dog got walked, and a long pleasant email to That Boy I Like got written, and an Interesting Proposition got forwarded to my agent, and some contracts got signed and stuffed in an envelope, and a couple of Range of Ghosts queries got answered, and I read my catalogue copy in Tor's winter 2012 catalogue. Oh, and I fed myself an egg salad sammich on rye bread and some plums and AFPS.

And my hair is clean. And I am wearing pants.

All of which is productivity of a sort, but is not doing a lot to get more wordcount into "Spellslinger." But my head is muzzy, and I think I will caffeinate a little before I actually face the Dread Task of writing fiction, since Writing Fiction requires Focus.

Maybe I'll read this last story in last month's Asimov's until I wake up a little.

Which reminds me, I really liked Melanie Tem's "Corn Teeth" in the August 2011 issue. Great voice, deft characterization. I did want... I wanted it to do a bit more with the alienness of the aliens: I wanted them to be more than a metaphor, I guess. But while I feel that was a bit of a missed opportunity, it's still an excellent story, and I commend it to the attention of just about anyone.

And now...

2011 08 08 the daily commute

Yep, we're back.

Teacup today: Gahan Wilson, monsters hunting investigators
Tea today: Upton's Arya estate 1st flush Darjeeling

And here's a couple of photos from Saturday's kayaking expotition: a blurry shot of an egret that we got many fine looks at (it was flying all over the pond swamp we were kayaking in) and some lotuses.

Either the water lilies or those little purple flowers had the most amazing sweet aroma.

2011 08 06 Upper Bolton Lake 007  2011 08 06 Upper Bolton Lake 002

And now back to Doc, who has been very patient with my stalling, and is actually coming across with some actual plot bits.
matociquala: (comics invisibles king mob)
1,792 words today on a critical essay tentatively titled "You're on the Global Frequency," which is (loosely speaking) about the Everyman Hero In Selected Works Of Warren Ellis.

This does mean that technically speaking, I got paid to spend my morning rereading FELL, yes. Oh. The hardship.

It's about halfway done, and I have to actually reread Global Frequency before I finish it. Thank heaven for overnight shipping, since the deadline is kind of tight.

I like my job.

I think it's good work, and I'm pleased with it. And it's nice to be doing some actual paying work while I wait for my fiction brain to grow back.

I've decided that I can, in fact, have the entire month of August off, if I need it--though I do need to turn in a critique for the OWW and my

Even with a move in store (looks like we're buying that house, barring disaster--I will soon be a resident of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts and eligible for her healthcare system!), a couple of cons and Viable Paradise (looks like I will be going to WFC after all, seeing as how they nominated me for a major award and all), that still gives me four months to write 116,000 words on Shattered Pillars. No sweat, really.

(I do have.. what, two? short stories due, one in September and one in December--but I have started them both, and am just really waiting for my brain to grow back so I can write them without hating them.)

And if I get inspired before then, well, so much the better.

State of the Honeydew:

2011:
Online Writing Workshop review: August 15, 2011
RoF column: August 25, 2011
"You're on the Global Frequency" essay: September 1, 2011
Revise "The Leavings of the Wolf" (aka "Helskor," aka Sad fantasy story): September 15, 2011
Victorian fantasy story: December 15, 2011
Shattered Pillars: December 31, 2011

travel:
Armadillocon: August 26-28, 2011, Austin
100-Year Starship Symposium, Part II: Sept 30-Oct 2, Orlando
Viable Paradise: October 7-16, 2011, Oak Bluffs MA
World Fantasy Convention: October 27-30, 2011, San Diego

2012:
"Latency": March 2012
An Apprentice to Elves: June 11, 2012 with [livejournal.com profile] truepenny
Hard SF adventure story: June 11, 2012
Steles of the Sky : November 2012
"Underworld": September 2012

2013:
"Dark Leader": March 2013
"Something's Gotta Eat T. rexes": September 2013


No fixed deadline:

"The Deeps of the Sky"
Karen Memory
Smile (unless its name is actually Salt Water)
Unsuitable Metal
Gotham Jazz

"Form & Void"
"Untitled Space Opera Thingy" aka "Periastron"
"Steel Monkey"
"Spellslinger"
"Posthumous Jonson"
"The Death of Terrestrial Radio"
"On Safari in R'lyeh and Carcosa with Gun and Camera"
matociquala: (comics invisibles king mob)
1,792 words today on a critical essay tentatively titled "You're on the Global Frequency," which is (loosely speaking) about the Everyman Hero In Selected Works Of Warren Ellis.

This does mean that technically speaking, I got paid to spend my morning rereading FELL, yes. Oh. The hardship.

It's about halfway done, and I have to actually reread Global Frequency before I finish it. Thank heaven for overnight shipping, since the deadline is kind of tight.

I like my job.

I think it's good work, and I'm pleased with it. And it's nice to be doing some actual paying work while I wait for my fiction brain to grow back.

I've decided that I can, in fact, have the entire month of August off, if I need it--though I do need to turn in a critique for the OWW and my

Even with a move in store (looks like we're buying that house, barring disaster--I will soon be a resident of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts and eligible for her healthcare system!), a couple of cons and Viable Paradise (looks like I will be going to WFC after all, seeing as how they nominated me for a major award and all), that still gives me four months to write 116,000 words on Shattered Pillars. No sweat, really.

(I do have.. what, two? short stories due, one in September and one in December--but I have started them both, and am just really waiting for my brain to grow back so I can write them without hating them.)

And if I get inspired before then, well, so much the better.

State of the Honeydew:

2011:
Online Writing Workshop review: August 15, 2011
RoF column: August 25, 2011
"You're on the Global Frequency" essay: September 1, 2011
Revise "The Leavings of the Wolf" (aka "Helskor," aka Sad fantasy story): September 15, 2011
Victorian fantasy story: December 15, 2011
Shattered Pillars: December 31, 2011

travel:
Armadillocon: August 26-28, 2011, Austin
100-Year Starship Symposium, Part II: Sept 30-Oct 2, Orlando
Viable Paradise: October 7-16, 2011, Oak Bluffs MA
World Fantasy Convention: October 27-30, 2011, San Diego

2012:
"Latency": March 2012
An Apprentice to Elves: June 11, 2012 with [livejournal.com profile] truepenny
Hard SF adventure story: June 11, 2012
Steles of the Sky : November 2012
"Underworld": September 2012

2013:
"Dark Leader": March 2013
"Something's Gotta Eat T. rexes": September 2013


No fixed deadline:

"The Deeps of the Sky"
Karen Memory
Smile (unless its name is actually Salt Water)
Unsuitable Metal
Gotham Jazz

"Form & Void"
"Untitled Space Opera Thingy" aka "Periastron"
"Steel Monkey"
"Spellslinger"
"Posthumous Jonson"
"The Death of Terrestrial Radio"
"On Safari in R'lyeh and Carcosa with Gun and Camera"
matociquala: (criminal minds garcia plan b)

This post is actually from Tuesday. Let's see if it posts today:


Today I have cleaned the entire downstairs and the bathroom, and done the catboxes. I have also par-cooked a baker's dozen ears of new, gorgeous sweetcorn from the farmer down the street and frozen some of it (the rest is part of dinner tonight.)

I deserve a beer, by god. Especially since I'm trying to load calories today and see if I can kick myself off this plateau.

Fortunately, I happen to have a Samuel Smith's Organic Handcrafted Raspberry Fruit Ale right here. And oh, my god, is it good.

The problem with the high protein/high fiber eating plan is that I'm stuffed and bored with food long before I get near 2,000 calories. Which is fine when I'm trying to stay around 1500, except the last 300 calories are really a damned effort lately.

Dinner tonight will be risotto with mushrooms, fresh watermelon salsa, and possibly greens from the garden if there are any left.

Nothing like an eating plan that calls for beer and risotto to kick you off a plateau!

*toasts The Discipline*

matociquala: (atc)
Today is not actually a Rest Day, either in the work or workout senses...but it is that rare luxury, the Unscheduled Day, which is almost as good.

(And here's your trigger warning for talking about food and exercise)

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I'm still getting some good results from Discipline 2.0, which translates to most of my dietary intake being fruit, vegetables, and dairy protein, with limited amounts of whole-grain carbs. I'm going to make some beans in the slow cooker here this afternoon, for a little variety. Mmm, beans.

Pretty much blew it off for Clarion week, though I did try to err on the side of protein and complex carbs. We won't talk about the fat intake. Or the booze. Also, pretty sure that veggie sausage wasn't actually good for me, though it was verra tasty.

Managed--now that I've gotten the water weight and salt out of my system--only to have gained two pounds, though, so go team me, go team daily exercise.

And I think some of that weight is muscle, frankly, because most of my jeans are too big currently, and I'm noticing my body getting in my way less during yoga, and (basically since Stockholm, when I couldn't believe how secure I felt on the wall) I am noticing serious gains in strength. Wheel pose is trivial these days (and fun!) and my headstands are really improving. (I have not been practicing the handstands nearly enough.)

One of the instructors was very worried yesterday about me picking up a kayak one-handed; that was trivial. (It was a large whitewater kayak, which is to say somewhat smaller than my tiny little flatwater boat.)

I really need to get back to climbing three times a week. Especially as I get lighter, I really want to maintain my upper body strength. I bet in another twenty or thirty pounds, I'll be able to chin myself pretty handily, if I do--and that's my route to climbing 5.10 as more than an occasional fluke.

I should email [livejournal.com profile] ashacat and see if she's busy Friday or Saturday...

God, I love being strong and flexible and fit. I'd forgotten how much fun it is to have a body that will just bloody do what you ask of it. Forty more pounds or so and I'll be back where it doesn't slow me down more than marginally; another fifteen past that and I should be ready to actually start training for a half-marathon, if I decide that's what I want to do.

I'm really, really looking forward to working on harder climbing routes. And flying up hills and stairs again the way I did when I was thirty.

It's heartening to see the goal posts in sight, after more or less five years of fairly serious effort to repair the damage I did to myself in Las Vegas.

And now I must work, because books don't write themselves.
matociquala: (atc)
Today is not actually a Rest Day, either in the work or workout senses...but it is that rare luxury, the Unscheduled Day, which is almost as good.

(And here's your trigger warning for talking about food and exercise)

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I'm still getting some good results from Discipline 2.0, which translates to most of my dietary intake being fruit, vegetables, and dairy protein, with limited amounts of whole-grain carbs. I'm going to make some beans in the slow cooker here this afternoon, for a little variety. Mmm, beans.

Pretty much blew it off for Clarion week, though I did try to err on the side of protein and complex carbs. We won't talk about the fat intake. Or the booze. Also, pretty sure that veggie sausage wasn't actually good for me, though it was verra tasty.

Managed--now that I've gotten the water weight and salt out of my system--only to have gained two pounds, though, so go team me, go team daily exercise.

And I think some of that weight is muscle, frankly, because most of my jeans are too big currently, and I'm noticing my body getting in my way less during yoga, and (basically since Stockholm, when I couldn't believe how secure I felt on the wall) I am noticing serious gains in strength. Wheel pose is trivial these days (and fun!) and my headstands are really improving. (I have not been practicing the handstands nearly enough.)

One of the instructors was very worried yesterday about me picking up a kayak one-handed; that was trivial. (It was a large whitewater kayak, which is to say somewhat smaller than my tiny little flatwater boat.)

I really need to get back to climbing three times a week. Especially as I get lighter, I really want to maintain my upper body strength. I bet in another twenty or thirty pounds, I'll be able to chin myself pretty handily, if I do--and that's my route to climbing 5.10 as more than an occasional fluke.

I should email [livejournal.com profile] ashacat and see if she's busy Friday or Saturday...

God, I love being strong and flexible and fit. I'd forgotten how much fun it is to have a body that will just bloody do what you ask of it. Forty more pounds or so and I'll be back where it doesn't slow me down more than marginally; another fifteen past that and I should be ready to actually start training for a half-marathon, if I decide that's what I want to do.

I'm really, really looking forward to working on harder climbing routes. And flying up hills and stairs again the way I did when I was thirty.

It's heartening to see the goal posts in sight, after more or less five years of fairly serious effort to repair the damage I did to myself in Las Vegas.

And now I must work, because books don't write themselves.
matociquala: (sf doctor FANtastic!)
So that was Clarion. And to give you an idea of how intense it was, I slept for most of the longer of the two flights home, and then once home slept for another ten hours. I'm still kind of slow-moving.

Later, I will probably take the dog for a walk. In the evening, when things have cooled down a little. But for now, today is a Rest Day.

Which probably means cleaning the house or something.

The cats and dog are happy to see me.
matociquala: (lion in winter broken because you're bri)
This morning's jog was more of an amble. Okay, we jogged the first bit, which is mostly uphill--I think about half of it was managed at a trot, anyway.

One thinks one has too many t-shirts, until summertime rolls around, when one realizes that one hasn't enough.

Still, an absolutely beautiful morning.

Today is a Rest Day.

Archery tonight.




Google+ may be the social networking site that broke this here not-so-narrow back. Suddenly, I find I'm done with all of them. This is probably counterproductive career-wise, so I'll see what I can do about at least keeping this place swept and the windows washed.

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