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jbbs signups. I'm now dithering over yuletide.
I had a bit of a costume angst this morning. Cultist would have been fun, but almost too easy to do. Better saved for nother occasion, maybe a writing social. My only other obvious option was pirate lass, which felt too generic.
So I had an idea, and went shopping. And then came back and retriweved my bank card, which was still in Toast's wallet from last night. And returned to town to find I'd been too eager, and the shops I wanted to visit wouldn't open til ten.
Anyway, I was tenth time lucky. Not the best record, but I was so much more pleased than I'd have been if I'd got it first go. After learning such thing as my boobs are too small and too big, my shoulders are too broad, my hips are too wide, my calves are too fat... I came very close to getting horribly, horribly stuck at one point. I did discover that I actually quite like my belly. It's soft, and if I kick the half stone I put on at the end of summer, it won't be flabby. I don't think i'd want a toned stomach.
I'm being vague about the costume, because after dithering so much and going through so many variations on the same cultist costume, I'd quite like this to be a surprise. At some point there'll be photos.
I also had a terrifying, never-sleep-again angst about climate change last night. We're all going to die and life is going to suck and everything's going to change and we're all going to die... This is not unusual for me, to be honest. I just... I hate it. I hate that there's nothing I can do to stop it. It's going to happen, it's going to happen soon, and it's going to affect all of us. No more taking anything for granted. Walking through M&S, I was thinking "well, cotton will go, and wool will be rarer because there'll be less for sheep to eat, same for leather, silk'll go almost entirely..." And we'll run out of oil too, right in the middle of it all. Reading Utopia earlier this term, one of the notes talks of a mini iceage Britain went through for sevralhundred years. And I thought "well, that's how it'll be, and we survived before". Yes, with a much smaller population, and a much, much lower quality of life. Could the UK support itself, even now? Could we produce enough food to feed everyone in the British Isles? Let alone when the Gulf Stream moves and the temperature drops. Too wet and cold for much to grow well. And nothing's designed to last now, so all the MDF furniture and cheap polyester clothing will fall apart, just when we can't replace it.
You can see why I had trouble sleeping. I just wish I could believe I was being pessimistic. I have a suspicion it's been this that's been subconsciously stressing me out recently, blowing other thigns out of proportion. Eventually, last night, I got up, and found everyone else was doing the washing up, so I joined in with that. It helped.
Anyway,Ii have to go and get the bandage taken off my finger soon, and go and do some reading for latin. Ah, Romans. You'll save me from myself.
(it's easy to chewer myself up again now, thanks to my ability to look right, and see my pretty outfit. Squee!)
jbbs signups. I'm now dithering over yuletide.I had a bit of a costume angst this morning. Cultist would have been fun, but almost too easy to do. Better saved for nother occasion, maybe a writing social. My only other obvious option was pirate lass, which felt too generic.
So I had an idea, and went shopping. And then came back and retriweved my bank card, which was still in Toast's wallet from last night. And returned to town to find I'd been too eager, and the shops I wanted to visit wouldn't open til ten.
Anyway, I was tenth time lucky. Not the best record, but I was so much more pleased than I'd have been if I'd got it first go. After learning such thing as my boobs are too small and too big, my shoulders are too broad, my hips are too wide, my calves are too fat... I came very close to getting horribly, horribly stuck at one point. I did discover that I actually quite like my belly. It's soft, and if I kick the half stone I put on at the end of summer, it won't be flabby. I don't think i'd want a toned stomach.
I'm being vague about the costume, because after dithering so much and going through so many variations on the same cultist costume, I'd quite like this to be a surprise. At some point there'll be photos.
I also had a terrifying, never-sleep-again angst about climate change last night. We're all going to die and life is going to suck and everything's going to change and we're all going to die... This is not unusual for me, to be honest. I just... I hate it. I hate that there's nothing I can do to stop it. It's going to happen, it's going to happen soon, and it's going to affect all of us. No more taking anything for granted. Walking through M&S, I was thinking "well, cotton will go, and wool will be rarer because there'll be less for sheep to eat, same for leather, silk'll go almost entirely..." And we'll run out of oil too, right in the middle of it all. Reading Utopia earlier this term, one of the notes talks of a mini iceage Britain went through for sevralhundred years. And I thought "well, that's how it'll be, and we survived before". Yes, with a much smaller population, and a much, much lower quality of life. Could the UK support itself, even now? Could we produce enough food to feed everyone in the British Isles? Let alone when the Gulf Stream moves and the temperature drops. Too wet and cold for much to grow well. And nothing's designed to last now, so all the MDF furniture and cheap polyester clothing will fall apart, just when we can't replace it.
You can see why I had trouble sleeping. I just wish I could believe I was being pessimistic. I have a suspicion it's been this that's been subconsciously stressing me out recently, blowing other thigns out of proportion. Eventually, last night, I got up, and found everyone else was doing the washing up, so I joined in with that. It helped.
Anyway,Ii have to go and get the bandage taken off my finger soon, and go and do some reading for latin. Ah, Romans. You'll save me from myself.
(it's easy to chewer myself up again now, thanks to my ability to look right, and see my pretty outfit. Squee!)
