A thought

So much to be done, so much to be seen, so much to just be... It's a little tough condensing it to the stuff that really matters and then executing it.

I do find, in these fragile weeks of just absolutely perfect temperate weather before the trees start ejaculating into the air and plunging me into a month long haze of histamine induced misery, that I'm a little more likely to just, well, do stuff. Around the house especially, well, except for the dishes, ha ha. but my week's plans include de-icking the bathroom, gathering the cat hair tumbleweeds from around the house floors, and giving the bathroom and kitchen floors the mopping they deserve. I'm amused by my rare attacks of domesticity, but like everyone else, I do enjoy a clean house... I just usually can't be bothered with maintaining one.

I hope my SIM card comes today. *crosses fingers hard and bounces with anticip...(say it)...pation*

Oh yeah...

the previous thought wasn't what I was originally going to post about, but by the time I'd finished putting the laundry in the dryer and had sat back down, I'd forgotten the original thought. That's me though. Just call me Brain Like Sieve.

I find most of the time I filter myself. Not just once, but many layers of cheesecloths separate raw me from the world, cause I have a problem trusting that people will not take what they find under the cheesecloth well. Paranoid? yeah, maybe a little, but it's one of the things I'm working on, especially when I see how people with far fewer filters (*cough*anzovin*cough*) operate and envy them... god, I'd be so much less stressed about social crap if I just linked my brain directly to my mouth sometimes...

So Friday night, I was having a conversation with morlock where I told him ok, lets try this - for the entire duration of the weekend, I'll turn off the filters with you and see what happens. It's been... interesting. I expected it to be a little scarier than it was, that maybe I'd just turn into raging bitchwench and feast on his brains or something, and granted I did have a couple of flares of temper that normally I would simply squash back immediately to the point where I'd forget I'd even had one five minutes later. But I couldn't this time... and it was interesting just to actually have a fit about shit that upset me and then talk it out. But yeah, it's so fucked up how I don't allow myself to get upset about anything... or no, that's not right, I do get upset, I just only let it out in trickles. That's gotta be unhealthy.

Anyway... just interesting is all.

Web projects ahoy...

I was tooling around Dragonsea.net, and thinking it's long past time to finish the web projects I've left undone, either finish them or kill them entirely. Probably finish them. I'm way too attached to some of them to just leave them behind, and it seems I'm far better equipped to complete them now than I ever was. So... *shrug* I don't know. But things like SODA (not SOFA, like I originally typed), the MSFC, Tenna's Temple of Squeek... The sites still look great, a little dated here and there, but nothing some code tweakage won't fix. I may be the only one that cares about them now, but that's enough, right? Not to mention the supremely elaborate plans I had for the just plain Dragonsea.net... I would still like to execute them at some point... and now I think I can do it slightly easier with the whole PHP concept, you know?

anniversaries

It just occurred to me that as of... lessee... Friday, I've been keeping my LJ for exactly two years. Not nearly as impressive as some of you crazy folk, but I am somewhat amazed that I kept up with it this long. Go me, I guess.

I need to go back to sleep soon, I think... last thing I remember is watching a tiny tiny sliver of moon chase after the just setting sun, and the next thing I know Sunny's home from writers group telling me all about how she's using my old gaming character in a story she's writing with anzovin. Amusing, since I was thinking early of the SODA page.