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Birthday party was yesterday! Really a nice day. To the aquatic park with Moomin & then to my sister's. Zond7 meet us there and we all went to dinner. We blew up some portals, had delicious hamburgers, cake & presents.

On the down side I was very tired and then started wheezing from the cake (nuts in the crust probably like almond flour or something) and had to jab myself with an epipen and have the shakes till 1am.

Today worked pretty much as usual, slacking off after lunch, did some errands with Moomin (bought him some shoes) and got myself a mildly nice leather wallet. I saw black versions of my purple boots that I wear every day and wanted them (sale) but they didn't have my size.

Too tired to post more! I did my enthusing on FB which is kind of sad --- ignoring my real blogs.... I should export everything from FB and slam it into here. eek.
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Today I worked from about 7:30am to noon-thirty and hit the "build" button for beta 9, then went out for the afternoon with Moomin.

My dad left for the airport in the 15 minutes I had in between early morning meetings. He is a soothing visitor but sometimes his detachment spooks me. It is genuine on one level but on another seems a thin veneer over an inability to cope with life. I respect it as a philosophical choice. He has perspective. I felt specially proud of Moomin like i wanted to present him with my nice child who he could perfectly appreciate. We had funny moments like all spinning off wildly into the etymology of having "stoke". He is also a relief to be around in this way where explaining something meticulous and complicated to him seems very easy because he likes the details and remembers them oddly well, while leaping quickly to a big picture, a person capable of fast synthesis.

Me & Moomin's afternoon out - we took the J to the ferry building, had lunch, then walked up the embarcardero to the Exploratorium, detouring a lot for the free public access routes that had historical plaques. We read many but not all of them and once again I appreciated his love of reading all the signs and studying complicated charts and maps. In the Exploratorium at one point I had to drag him away from this one ecological balance game sort of thing with grain, mice, and eagles as he had started running through every combination. We also spent a lot of time both staring at and fiddling with things like sand tables with wind erosion and this thing called the Drip Chamber for its complexity and beauty. really nice time together. I wish I had more stamina. But, we bought a membership and vowed to go back. It is the first time I'd been to it in the new location! (going there has seemed very daunting and like a major expedition most days, so I don't) There were good places to chill out and rest. Rocking chairs and big benches in quiet corners, and places to go outside to get away from the noise. So I feel braver to go back there now.

I like how Moomin is mostly in a sort of fog of his own creation but when he notices things he really gets into them. OH also he finished Orphan's Tales and loved it greatly. I printed out my plot summary and nested stories outline (thanks internet archive!)

On the way back we had ice cream, looked at the booths of people selling things (which I had built up how great the paintings of the gg bridge with cats, were) and as we finally got to that table, he said loudly without thinking, "But the thing is, these paintings aren't really that good". I don't think the painting lady heard it as she was over at another booth but the person she was sitting with heard it. The thing is I would have laid 10 bucks on the bet he woudl say exactly that so I was kind of waiting for it. Heheheh, sorry.... It was funny...... Then there was a booth that was a ZINE STORE. Yes. Best thing ever. with a tiny zine dispensing machine that took quarters. WOW. We ran into my friend Ian in the subway station which also made me happy! Then we played ingress all the way home (interludes in the tunnel part for Threes and Hoplite).

I told Moomin some of the story of how this guy I vaguely knew had maybe died a couple years ago and his sister contacted me and how I felt like a heel but had to check to make sure a) he really had a sister b) he was really dead and it wasn't just him pretending to be his own sister and pretending to be dead c) what had actually happened because I had no idea at this point, but luckily could reconstruct it from email. He had asked if I could sell his domain name (as he was rapidly dying of cancer) and give the money to his pregnant friend in another state, or, if no one would buy it, give it to some woman who loves tech who is "like me or Isis a woman who has fire, and loves tech" (how flattering, kind of, though me and Isis A. L. are nothing alike, I don't think). (Also, "I liked your fire" is so funny, though I often think something like that of other people and am fond of them secretly). ("We met on the train to MakerFaire in 2012" didn't narrow it down for me) Then I didn't hear anything else and I don't think I followed up, though I have a half memory that I did hear somehow that he had died. (Keep in mind I barely knew who he was; a mutual acquaintance also a do-gooding sort of person and the other older woman at NB who had her shit together had called me in to possibly help get hospice or some sort of food or help to this guy my age who was dying alone of late stage cancer in an SRO, but it turned out he didn't want that)

Anyway after my couple of hours of guilty "investigation" (it took that long as neither of them had much internet presence): yes he did exist under that name, did have an obvious twin sister, I could not confirm his death but it may just be that the last few years are not yet all in the social security death index) His family seems to have been a bit turbulent. Anyway, the sister then wrote me back. sister a bit sappy (I am not an "angel"). But I imagined she might like to have some kind words about her brother. Oh I left out the key bit which is that his last communication with the world before dying (which his sister described as suicide) was to thank me on Twitter. That's why his sister wrote me :( So I feel like a heel for never having done anything like what he wished I would or was thanking me for. I could say he thanked me for considering what he wanted seriously and for apologizing and backing off when he didn't want any "help" while dying. He didn't contact me to give me the details of his domain info probably because he was sick or dead. I guess. Well, my other excuse to myself or (imaginarily) to dead guy or his pregnant friend is that I have certainly done plenty to help other women in the meantime whether they "like technology" or not so I hope that suffices. I have the friend's snail mail address from 3 years ago but she has changed her name in the meantime and it is a common name. I think sending a notecard to a strange lady who possibly has a toddler and a husband, or an ex husband, or a new husband explaining this story would not necessarily go well; I imagine her jealous husband being pissed off about the dead guy. The only thing i know about her is he wanted her to have more money for the baby and her husband was in the Navy and overseas. Hrmmmm. Did I mention, I *didn't know this guy* really... just in passing and I would not have recognized him (white guy, thin, dark hair, a bit ferrety? linux? that's like, the description of 50 lookalike dudes at that space). He also liked the idea of gender equality, social justice, and linux. RIP linux guy with the sweet sister.

Got home, had leftovers for dinner, laid in bed with the cat. Realized my "start the build" button hadn't worked? what. very sad. entire afternoon's legitimate hooky playing a little bit ruined. I hope i didn't mess things up for everyone. I was so happy that i finished a thing early for once. how did i do this?! how!

then talked on the phone (scheduled) with this guy named Z. about accessibility things and maybe opened my mouth too far. he was shocked i am old enough to have teenage son. I didn't tell him my age. i shot my mouth off about the upcoming conference. but, i will pass on his new company info to people. he may have gotten the idea I am a dangerous loose cannon. accurate.

Somehow looking something up about my first miscarriage tonight (why??? something I saw on facebook?) I read through some bits of old blog and thought I was a more entertaining and honest writer then.
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I went to the mysterious store I have passed many times that has a motorcycle in the window and that I assumed was one of those sketchy skater "gear" shops. From my looking up True Facts about "vintage denim" etc. I realized it is a famous (??) jeans store where you get miracle fake work pants that are like leg magic once you break them in, which you do by wearing them for like 3 months without washing them. Soooo anyway I went into the shop which was a strange analogue of a skater tshirt shop and just as uncomfortable! There were velvet covered chairs and a desk for you to consult about your denim needs and a tiny dressing room and very neatly arranged jeans on iron spike tipped hangers (I am not making this part up, they were like as heavy as picking up a fireplace poker. But sharper)

The guy in the store picked out some of the not highest end jeans for me in 2 different sizes, and different weights (in ounces that seem to measure thickness of the fabric, like with reams of paper) and I absolutely did not fit in there. He didn't believe me but my thighs didnt allow those damn jeans to even get all the way up. 2 sizes up later (32s) he was like, come on out of there. I said, well, I really can't get them without lying down on the floor and sucking in my stomach but on the other hand I do have woolly long underwear on. He said it is just that they start out kind of stiff but they "give" as you wear them. Especially around the waist and the shrinking happens more lengthwise. Hrmmm.

Hilarity ensued as he tried to fasten the pants for me. I felt he was feeling some queer solidarity and was willing to wrestle me into the damn pants. Then he was like, Let me just get around behind you. Now you may imagine that would be a Hell No situation but actually it was more just funny. So if you picture this very neatly put together young man who was young enough to be my child, squashing my stomach into the jeans, from behind, and buttoning them. I felt like we were in the locker room in 1982 with some scary jordaches. Except also a reacharound.

The Iron Heart jeans actually looked quite nice on me as I was standing up. I liked the fit so he was correct, kind of. But they were super constrictive when I was sitting down. I couldn't imagine "breaking them in"!!! LIke I'd try it for 50 bucks but could really not spend $250 on jeans that hurt. LOL why!

I wanted to leave and go eat lunch at that point. If he had got me some 34 waist jeans I might have even bought them....

Entire thing very amusing. I had some quiche and went into another ridiculous shop, this one the sort that has strange presents, and bought a unicorn horn, a little bag, and flat survival tool thing for Milo to put in his wallet. The woman ringing me up said, "I'm zipping your survival tool into the battling narwhals bag. I truly never thought I would say those words together." My life is weird. The unicorn horn is glittery, and sort of like a stuffed animal style object, and on a black elastic that is nicely corded elastic so very comfortable to wear and it looks hilarious on me. I may add velcro to the bottom and a velcro spot on my scooter so my scooter can be a unicorn but the battling narwhals woman was of the opinion the horn would be more amazing on me.

The only sad part of this story is that if I had gone to these places in a different order, I could have had the $250 raw denim jeans reacharound buttonup WHILE WEARING A UNICORN HORN.

You're welcome!
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I plowed all the way through "Animita Hippie" driving myself to a very transcendent state of mind sort of channeling another person's experience and doing some immersive reading in tangential directions and I also might be having my usual PMS cry, a day late. Thinking of all the stories and experiences and lives and talents of many people I know or have known and appreciating them!

we went to my sister's as she has a badly sprained ankle. She got up and went down the stairs and drove around with me a while which was her first time out of the house since the injury. We brought over my walker and shower chair for her. she is wildly plotting how to manage her life and do everything. i watched her bump down, then crawl up, the stairs. she only sprained it what, thursday? it is huge rather like the illustration from the little prince of the snake that swallowed an elephant/hat. But with an elephant inside a formerly snake shaped foot and ankle.
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It's been a couple or three years since I got the nerve up to go to the dentist. Last time the office was ratty and difficult to navigate and though I tried to go to the most lesbianly possible dentists office I got a dude with giant hands cleaning my teeth and who kind of slurp-wheezed when he talked and also who was trying to be "jolly" all of which was like a recipe to freak me out. So I didn't go back.

This time I scoured the women dentists of yelp, who can also do root canals in case I need one, who I can get to easily on the bus and/or who have "high tech" machinery like a digital xray capability (because that just seems so sensible and you end up with a useful file.)

The office has a tiny lift behind the receptionist's chair. Lift full of boxes and fans and junk and, yeah. And she had to move out of the way to let me in it, and it has no button inside it so there was a lot of embarrassing fuss. Not good... I nearly left at that point. Then the xray machine was in a sort of alcove RIGHT THERE opening into the top of the steps (still visible from the lobby and basically.... part of the lobby) So no privacy for the moment when I burst into tears at the xray thing in my mouth (Because I can never help it. However, I did not actually barf, so, success?)

Then there was another xray machine where you have to stand up and it rotates around your head.

The actual dentist was nice. I have two cavities forming under cracked fillings. 20 year old fillings, at least that old. Not so bad! They will give me valium and laughing gas for the fillings thank god. I hope not in the middle of the lobby.

I felt so emotionally rattled I came home, cried secretly, had a shot of rum, and then made cookies with A. (after making us dinner).
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My teeth kind of hurt so I made a dentist appointment and started flossing 3 times a day. After about 5 days, my gums stopped bleeding when I floss. Ew. Why is it so hard to do this sensible thing?

My favorite sort of lip balm right now is a vanilla shea butter one made by Feleciai but I can't find it. My second favorite is Etta + Billie lavender one also heavy on the shea butter. Plain shea butter is also good but I need a little pot to put it in to carry it around as my container of shea butter is damn near the size of my head.

The down side of having a nice bed frame on legs above the floor is that giant dust wads collect under it along with qtips and empty glasses and kleenexes and boots and cat toys. I am allergic to dust.

LastPass is irritating me as it never quite works right with all the sites and unpredictably will be fucked up and then i have to "forget password" reset things. Further confusion follows.

Ridiculous songs I'm listening to lately because of hearing them in my sister's car:

* Teacher Teacher by Rockpile. So stupid, so catchy!
* Various songs by The Cars. Better than I remembered but still just as sexist. Had annoying memory of this annoying girl in middle school who was pretty and had a side of the head ponytail but was a Jesus freak, dancing to "Shake it Up" by doing that thing where you hold your nose and pretend to be swimming downwards. I will probably remember how annoying this was when I am 90.
* The Masquerade by Berlin. Pleasure Victim is still a great album. Aaaaa Terri Nunn. I think I saw her opening for the Go-Gos but can't really remember.
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I liked it just as well the second time. More time to appreciate the design of all the objects and the composition of some of the beautiful shots (the giant spaceship over the planet, rey in the huge wreck, etc) I hope Maz comes back as a character. This time around I extra loved Rey's snarl in the psychic warfare and in the light saber battle.

My back is not doing too well, back on gabapentin at night. Both sides. I am overdue for those cortisone injections. I also smashed my foot (like a toe stub but last 2 toes) Something is swollen and wrong in there with very sharp pain. I dealt with it yesterday but today was harder. Then a guy at the movies kicked it and stepped on it so it is worse tonight (though I was right to wear the big signifying boot to keep it all still.... it needs to have steel toes!)

Tomorrow taking Dashboard the cat to the vet, then someone is coming over to change my car battery and haul off some junk. I will only be nominally at work. Low key going through some bugs.

Then go back at 4pm to the spca to do the adoption papers and pick up the spayed cat. I recognize all the signs of not doing too well with mobility but I am pretty sure I have to do the errand myself because I signed all the papers and stuff originally.

Ice on my foot and on my back.
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It was lovely yesterday to not work and barely even look (I did look once semi-accidentally, to a message from S. saying "If you are reading this, stop! you are on PTO!") What a stressful couple of months, especially the last 2 weeks of it.

Yesterday at my sister's I nipped out to hack some ingress portals and ended up going into all the consignment shops and little gift stores which were level entrance and within a couple of blocks. Whenever we visit I don't get to go in them (for years) because we are roaming around with a pack of children. So, I tried on ridiculous dresses, bought tank tops and a red plaid blazer with snaps that fulfills my wildest dreams, browsed boring packs of notecards, and then went for a bra fitting in zond7's co-worker's girl-friend's bra shop (which I didn't realize it was her until a moment of slightly shy recognition AFTER she was admiring the splendid encasement of my boobs).

Now aside from the nursing bra period 14-15 years ago I have not had particularly good bras or any bra at all, just the ones left over from when I was dancing in Austin and I threw them all out a while back and I haven't really needed a bra so I just wear tank tops under or a vest over if I don't want to be too slatternly/pointy looking. I have read many things about bra sizes and theory and how everyone thinks they are the wrong size. Apparently I am a 34E but since I am not used to that dogcollar feeling a 36DD works as well (I vaguely thought I was 38 C). This will not be a new era of bra wearing; just something for when i put on a fancy dress or want to look specially fantastic. If I had gotten the slightly padded kind, things would be ridiculous.

It was so nice to buzz around in the sunshine totally doing what I pleased. Then coming back to eat cookies in the sun with my sister and her friend and the kids playing with the chickens.

I'd like to bust out my drawing pens, write a bit today, something vaguely creative. From past experience it takes a few days to truly de-stress. By the weekend I should feel the cobwebs parting and some fresh feelings welling up. Hope so!!!!

Oh also I ran into a blog-friend on the street. Hi!!
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I got a cool postcard of the Georgia Agrirama! This looks like a place I would adore going to and I would want to look at every exhibit and would think of my great-aunt who worked in a tiny local museum where all the exhibit labels were typed out by hand on index cards.

I have the 2 cards I promised to send, both notecards not postcards as for some reason everywhere I go around here doesn't have something so mundane as a postcard. Or if they do they're so hipstery that they don't fit my requirements!

I will not spoiler it, but I loved Star Wars and I giggled with pleasure most of the way through, thought all the timing and narrative tricks/cliches were perfectly done. I felt like sitting on the floor to play with little action figures and space ships, in short imagination activated. At the end I cried a lot when A PERSON got MANY OF THE ICONIC THINGS. As if millions of wounds caused over lifetimes of stupid roles cried out, and were healed. Tears pouring down my face a bit embarrassingly.
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Bed still hard, work still worky, conference OK but exhausting. I enjoyed the dinner and fireworks last night. Really over the top. Today I didn't feel like I could get out of bed. I'm lying here working and trying to keep my cool about it all. Nothing is going super well, but it's still going.

I am definitely homesick!

My plan is to poke at work a tiny bit more, maybe have a nap, and venture out in a little while to the pool. Not sure I can take the conference at all today. Tired of chat and trying to be socially present while work is kind of weighing on me; really physically tired all over; and especially tired of my neck hurting while I look up at people in a crowd!
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Bed still hard, but I slept more and feel way better today, food + sleep + hot tub, and i'm also working and chatting with people. The work conf is just about to start (tonight). Speaking of which I am going to send one last work email and then go hot tub.

Let the slightly awkward conversations with people I almost recognize continue! So far I am the only one prancing around in a bathing suit. The ice will break! the sun is out! etc.

In Orlando

Dec. 6th, 2015 11:47 am
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I'm in Orlando now at a giant hotel complex attached to disney. There is no escape from bad music and noise and the food is gross and bed is too hard. I spent the night tossing around in agony. There is no escape! I got the hotel people to bring me an extra "mattress pad" but that didn't help and then I got the quilt off the other bed and laid on it. let's just say I am not good at camping or any sort of survival that includes sleeping on a hard surface. this is also why hospitals are like extra torture. fuck! I feel very whiny. I also got in at 9:30 but only got to my hotel room at midnight and then the only room service was a gross sounding pizza or cold salad. which made me sad as i had only had some cheese on the airplane so needed real food. the 24 hour restaurant was super gross buffet tacos which I don't even understand how they could be so nasty. One of my least favorite "fun" things is spending time in the sorts of food courts that they have in museum basements. Everywhere to eat here so far has been like that.

I do notice everyone who works here being "extra nice" but it is like Mormons. I cannot cope.

On the other hand the view out my window is pretty. This morning I wandered around long walkways by a huge pond and played ingress in the sun. If only there weren't 3 different "classic rock" and xmas music songs playing at once over outdoor speakers. I found a "grocery store" on a "boardwalk" which was not a grocery store but i was able to buy apple juice, an apple, and some nilla wafers. I am now in the sun by a pool with fast wireless doing some work. Also almost pleasant. This all reminds me of living in Irvine but with much more noise and not very nice landscaping. Nothing is _actually_ nice but it has this facade of nice.

Basically it is my definition of hell. I can't believe people come here on purpose. People who are not even little children come here for their dying wish. Whattttt.

My head hurts, I think from airplane sinuses and bad sleep and the constant noise here. Half a tramadol and more coffee now, mai tai by the pool in a little bit. Maybe a massage. I do like being in the sun and warm weather. uuuuugh save me.
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About to read myself to sleep with Aurora. As we last left our intrepid heroes ....

Cut for very mild spoilers, nothing big

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60% of the way through. So for like 20 years no one else has bothered to make friends with the fabulous AI of the ship? Whyyyyyyy. Because they're thinking about sheep or microbes or having like 14 babies? Why not ALSO MAKE FRIENDS WITH THE SHIP. Also arguing about anarchy and governance. You don't have that option! You live in the powerful Ship! It's the boss of you!

I'm sure it will finally come.
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Re-reading Lirael. It's even more hilarious and indulgent feeling than Sabriel. The first 10% of the book is all 14-year-old Lirael sulking and contemplating suicide because she hasn't gotten her special talent and doesn't fit in and no one understands her.

Then she gets to be an assistant librarian, creates a magic companion dog, and learns three shape-changing shapes: ice otter, russet bear, and barking owl.

Barking owl... bwahahah!

I love her adventures in the library.

I'm reminded of some other teenage librarian book but can't remember what it was.

Note that she also basically has selective mutism (because it is traumatic that she can't talk about the special skill that everyone else has that makes her not fit in)
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I got through all this running around on trains and cabs and staying out all day beautifully just on the one tramadol in the morning and some coffee. I did also have a beer with dinner. No vicodin necessary. Pleased! I am not destroyed. This is a good sign for my ankles.

Moomin's play was very amusing. They all looked great in kilts and knee socks. Moomin curses the kilt for being confusing to put on and take off with pins and the shoulder strap thing and some mysterious underneath part. (They all wore shorts). Brigadoon is very sexist and a bit stupid. There should be a Brigadoon 1,000,000 A.D. fanfic where the characters from the future present (while the Brigadoon people are 30-years-from-their-beginning) are intelligent giant rats and squid-roaches and Brigadoon is tropical and covered in active volcanoes and they instantly die from inhaling the pure methane atmosphere or something or if not, fall in love with the giant squids.
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Very bad ankle pain since Paris, not really getting better. But I am reasonably functional most days with the walking casts. By mid to late afternoon though I start crying and feel incapable and just waiting for when I can take ambien and sleep. At best that happens more like 7pm so I get through my work day. But, i am getting out of the house at least once every few days. Not painkillering up too much, at least, not every day. I am about to start putting a little painkiller ration into a weekly pill box so I will know how much I'm taking, if it's every day, etc. And a written record too.

Yesterday, both kids were here which was just lovely (and won't happen again until January, or maybe a Fakemas afternoon). I try to appreciate it when it happens even if they are just hanging out playing minecraft while I feed and clean up after them. Only 1.5 years more of Moomin living at home (!!!) I am starting to pray atheistically that he will go to Berkeley.

Anyway, we dug up the new dirt around the front yard tree with trowels, put in our tiny palisade edging, and planted things. It looks super nice. Satisfyingly!!! they were not complaining or lazy and were both kind of into it. Zond7 came out and dug for a bit too. I am aiming for everyone feeling somewhat invested in keeping the sidewalk looking nice. I have some evil plans to build another little bench on the north side of the tree with 2x4s and make it super nice!!!

So, then, despite my plans to chill out and then cab to berkeley to buy a mattress....complicated timing of everything.... we instead all four piled in a cab to my sister's. I took a tramadol in preparation for more car riding and going up her giant steps. Up the steps, lovely time with family, her 3 cats bopping around, everyone bustling or loafing as their temperaments require. My sister came with us to buy the bed, since she has had a great mattress for the last 10 years from this place!!! Zond7 and I decided pretty quickly and got a bed frame which i'm super excited about as it is especially pretty. The headboard is a section of a giant madrone log and has a sort of line where the young sapling must have been. Or maybe madrone tree vascular systems just look like that. It looks like a network diagram or some sort of electronics circuit and also made me think of the napoleon's march chart in the Tufte book. I think it will make me happy every time I look at it. The bed was $4000 total which is basically my quarter's bonus (yes.... raking it in) Every quarter I think I will save the bonus, and instead this year I went on 2 vacations and bought a mattress. WORTH IT. This time of my life I am living high. So!!!!! New bed, super comfy, I practically live in the bed so it better be good!

We then had to haul ass home (another 30 dollar cab ride) so Moomin could go off with his dad to be in the 2nd night of the school musical. I was crying in pain again, and drank half a beer and took 5mg vicodin and 100mg gabapentin. This helped quite a lot and I felt cheerful for the first night in weeks, and was even hobbling around without the boots a little. I fell asleep easily and stayed asleep until Dashboard the Foster Cat brought a mouse up into our bed at 6am. Oh cat. Please kill the mice. Food not toy.

Dreamt that I was in Paris suspected of blowing things up and could not explain since I can't speak French. At the same time I had a sort of cinematic view of a guy who was really blowing things up with a giant radio antenna he would stick out of his window. I was doing a lot of having to quickly pack my suitcase but it taking forever in the dream. Anxiety dream I guess.

Reading, I went through a book of Garth Nix short stories and really enjoyed them. Better writing than Sabriel. I went back to read Sabriel again anyway, and it's making me laugh super hard as it is so indulgent feeling of gothy teenagerness! I love that! Even though I don't really like Sabriel herself or any of the characters, and am not gothy. But it cracks me up. Really.... you are basically in handbell choir and have a demon cat and can sense death. OK. A bandolier of handbells. LOLLLLLLLL. I admire the setup of being condescendingly best at everything in boarding school and then just breezing off from school with everyone's total permission, then going back to be the hero of everything (and dramatically killing off some of your schoolmates and favorite teacher as you suck the magic out of them or whatever.) And, getting royalty and swords and sorcery PLUS a sort of romanticized bunch of ... happy and ready to die World War One soldiers. Plus a sentient glider plane. What. Also, the villain turns into two extra demon kittens that barf up more magic rings. What an excellent use of kittens. Can't remember if they ever turn up again in the sequels. Didn't her magic boyfriend or husband die at some point but they stay married and even have zombie magic babies? I am going to have to re-read the whole thing now. None of it really makes any sense and that doesn't matter at all.

I was reminded while re-reading this (as there is a minor character named Horayse) that it took me till I was like 35 to realize that Horace (greek) = Horus (egyptian god). Mind blown! Doesn't it seem amazing and weird that thousands of years later, in the US halfway around the world, people still get named after Horus?

Today I went out to get cat litter and some groceries, happily blew up ingress portals, and then laid in bed recharging all my portal keys. I am not too far away from finally leveling up to level 12. I think in December or early January. It's absurd how much I still enjoy this game.

Ada and I placed more bricks from my sister's house and she helped me bring up laundry and groceries. Then I rested some more (this blogging counts as resting) with my feet up.

Now, for a bath, compression socks, walking casts, and we Caltrain down to Moomin's school to see the play. we are meeting my parents and sister there. I plan on another tramadol and then when I get home a vicodin and ice.

Work pissed me off on friday afternoon as someone emailed a giant public list with a thing that on one level is a reasonable question, but didn't need to go to everyone and the not-very-subtext of it was that what i do all day in my job is useless and a bother to everyone. Uh yeah fuck off. So cue a bunch of dudes abstractly batting around that my entire team's work is pointless. Oh, I'm pissed! But, I am trying to keep level headed and take from it whatever turns up that may be useful, in expressing the frustrations of developers who want a faster release process, which on the whole I agree with. and what we do is somewhat more intuitive than otherwise and a bit scrambly because our test automation has not kept up with actual development. (no one's fault really). And I think what I do is quite helpful. I'm just annoyed because I have felt this position has got me more respect and now that is undermined in a stupid way. I also thought this particular guy and I had a fine working relationship. NOt sure if it is worth explaining anything to him now. Maybe after a couple more days. He sees a good bit of his part of the process but not the scary overview my team sees.
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About my trip to Paris but now feel diffident about posting it.

I want to keep the foster cat. It sits on me all day and is sweet tempered and it caught a mouse!

Feeling very achey physically, ankles suck, spent a week in the walking casts, still using them to go down the stairs. Not that I want to do that much.

Yesterday I went downtown for a work "diversity training" sort of thing. It wasn't too bad. Funny how they are always a bit depressing.

Finished Elena Ferrante quartet. Oh, so good! Do read them!!! Very intense and great.

I have some spoilery analysis. Spoilers below! Warning!

Below the cut! Do not read if you haven't finished book 4 (The Story of the Lost Child).

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A note to say I am on book 2 of the series starting with My Brilliant Friend. And really enjoying it. While in Paris I re-read all of Dance to the Music of Time. Still great. I wrote all my thoughts in emails to zond7 instead of blogging.

Still somewhat jet lagged even a week after getting home.

Foster cat is lovely. Though, in heat.
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I will be in the 9th arrondisment (9me) right near the Mozilla office. My sister is coming with me! I will have to work all week and at least 2 nights have an activity (dinner at local colleague's house, boat ride on seine with team + their families + my sister). It will be cold and likely rainy. Just north of that area there is the former red light/gay district that is now full of hipsters and boutiques. Sounds good to me.

Any advice or tips for things I should do in Paris, modest or ambitious?

My hopes are to hit at least one art museum, and maybe this feminist space: I would also like to try riding a bus somewhere.

I will play a lot of Ingress and probably enjoy very minor things like going into shops to buy cookies and candy that I haven't seen before. I like snacks. I may also bring my folding tote bag that I can check on the plane in case the shopping virus seizes me and I need to bring back a lot of junk. What is nice to buy in Paris, that I would like?

Tell me some useful French phrases I should learn!

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