Self stuff

I'mma try to blog more. It may not be good for you, but it will be good for me. So, some things are happening:

I have outlined a short story from beginning to end. No one has read my notes yet, but they will. I really really have to scan them so I can email them to some folks. I think I might honestly be able to make something of this. With any luck, my favorite artist ever will be able to come up with some sketches to go along with.

I've had a song written for a couple of years now. I'm going to start working more on it. This involves singing, which involves snatching alone time...I have issues and can't really practice in front of people.

Which is a thing, for me. Can't let anyone see anything I do until I'm good at it, until I've got it right. Can't wear a bathing suit until I lose weight, can't get more tattoos. I'm working on that. In fact, I got a new tattoo Wednesday night.

http://www.twitpic.com/4cr5b5

YES, I could have just gotten a Medic Alert bracelet. BUT I WANTED THE TATTOO. I've wanted it since I worked at the EMT corps and they told me they check for these as well. In my world, jewelery is for dress-up. Tattoos are for owning your body.

Getting it was a new experience; with my first three, I couldn't watch the process, and I don't see them very often. It was very cool to me to able to see the ink go on/in. And since I have my sleeves rolled up most of the time, I see it pretty much whenever I look down. (Don't worry mom, I can cover it really easily still. I'll never get a "don't hire me" tattoo, I promise.)

I'm down to 166 pounds. This is a 14 pound loss since December. I've got a long way to go before I'm satisfied, but you know what? I already look good. So there, childhood insecurities. (Still deal with them, oh, most of the time.)

I got fancy shmancy organic shampoo for curly hair. It flattens my hair out. WTF? Going back to the hemp stuff next time I run out.

There are important things going on in the world. Way more important than any one person, certainly more important than me. But I don't talk, or think, about myself enough. I share important or cool things I find, and don't really say what I feel. So I'mma try to do more of that, and keep the important things in separate posts. So if you don't feel like reading my navel-gazing, feel free to skip it. I'll try to remember to label which is which.

I'm going to Mudthaw tomorrow. I love being around SCAdians...lots of them make a fuss over me. And I like being fussed over and made to feel like a princess. Nobody's really special in the grand scheme of things, but we all need to feel like we are.

Huh. I wonder if, in addition to destroying kids' work ethic, giving everyone a trophy, and everyone telling all kids they're special reduces children's ability to determine who actually values them. It's a really important skill to have.

I was getting a leetle burned out on WoW (not a lot, just a little) so I started playing Neverwinter Nights. Um. It's really brought home for me just how much WoW exactly fits the way I learn and process data. NwN is super counter-intuitive for me. I'm not ready to quit after just one try, but I'm not sure I'll be sticking with this one.

On the WoW front, the guild is up to level 3, and I've got two toons at 85. Right now I'm levelling a Ret Pally; she's currently at 72.

Recipe for Brie-zza (as named by Tory)
Some kind of awesome bread, probably French.
Slathered with lots of fruit preserves - apricot jam this time
Covered in shredded brie - rinds pared off first
bits of shredded honey maple ham on top - also one without, for Jewish/Lent folks

Making that for Tory's birthday tonight. Probably also gonna snag some Brachetto d'Acqui and chocolate. It's my thing.

How I hooked brilligspoons on Rhapsody

Me: they do melodic, epic metal
Me: no yucky growling vocals
Me: opera
Me: and electirc guitars
Me: and full symphony orchestra
Me: and often Christopher Lee
BS: oooo
BS: i like the sound of all of this
Me: it is impossibly to listen to them without envisioning yourself racing through the woods on horsback with a cloak billowing out behind you
BS: \O/
Me: i am totally serious about this
BS: must listen to them tonight
Me: they pretty much define "evocative"
BS: eeeee!

For the record, the panel of experts reccommends "Knightrider of Doom" and "March of the Swordmaster" for beginners.

Whoa

One of my coworkers, who is super sweet, took a look at my new tattoo yesterday and was concerned that the skin looked red and puffy. She was reassured today to see that yes, it did heal just fine and it looks normal, just writing on skin.

And I thought to myself just now that people who have tattoos get used to seeing past the damage to the art beneath.

And then I went, "whoa."