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I built a cubeoctahedron.

Thank you for the instructions, but I didn't follow them. I used tape instead of gluing the flanged polygons. It's rickety. But that was the effect I was going for.

Do people who live in Hawaii and Florida use the same kinds of towels as everyone else? It's incredibly humid where I live, all year 'round, and my gigantic bath sheets do not get all the way dry if I shower multiple times per day, even if I alternate towels.

Additionally, Simon's mother absconded with all my hand towels and cut them up for rags. I have no earthly clue why she did this and then stacked Simon's bathroom with the hand towels that were in the back of the linen closet (His are the red ones; I hate red; he hates hand towels.)

My previous set of towels has faded to a mauve type color that is really unpleasantly pinkish red, so I am using this as a justification to replace everything. Simon can use my old towels and get rid of his old towels entirely.

Also, there's a 30% sale at LandsEnd, plus free shipping. And their towels have been nice in the past and currently come in a deep purple color they are calling "eggplant". I can get two bath sheets, two bath towels, two hand towels, two washcloths, and a bathmat for $125 including tax.

But ultra plush thick terry towels do NOT get dry in my bathroom, so I thought I would ask if there was a Hawaiian style towel or some trick I was missing. I want to shower a lot more often lately.

Things are catastrophically horrible here.

Today I won a free pound of coffee.

I appreciate that the universe is trying to balance things out, but that's actually kind of ironic-level karmic balance.

One of my friends has a lot of cats. I cannot remember all her cats' names. Or even which cats are the new cats and which cats have died since I met her.

Sometimes there are pictures of her cats and I really appreciate it when the cats have names that match up with how they look. The white puffball kind of kitty should not be called "Blackie" because that gives me cognitive dissonance.

I said, but I would probably name a striped cat "Bill Murray". Then I realized anyone younger than me would have absolutely no clue why that's funny. Akin to when I got hit by the automatic hand-sanitizer dispenser at the gym and shouted, "Ah! I've been slimed!" Everyone stared at me and one old guy started laughing. Then everyone looked at him too.

I'm in a bizarre mood because I haven't been sleeping.

Today I discovered that my new phone service has call waiting. At least I figured out what the weird beeps probably were... and I guess it was nice to get my package even though Simon's SIL called.

Today there have been 6 people come to the door. 1 Package delivered, 3 phone calls, and 4 people have IM'd. I've moved 2 dressers and a bed. I just realized I was looking forward to going to the gym today so I could relax.

I am drinking the tea pictured in the icon. (The icon says: Virgin Organic (in white) Black Cherry (in red) Black Tea (in black). )

It still amuses me.

The sign at the grocery store said: "Virgin Tea, now in cherry!"

*boggle*

I just saw a blog post touting that meatloaf was high in protein.

Um. duh.

Whenever I read other people being excited by some fictional characters, I often feel like I just don't get it.

When the first Harry Potter movie came out, there were tons of women squeeing over how sexy Alan Rickman is and how much they wanted to get him naked. I wanted to get him naked too, but mostly so I could steal his clothes. Magically-resizing, real-wool, with a waistcoat! clothes. I coveted that outfit. Other women were writing fic about how all those buttons meant he was really passionate and needed to keep himself contained. I was thinking, "there won't be a gap at the bosom!".

I've seen people going on about the new Sherlock's coat. It's pretty much your standard wool coat once you start getting into the realm of bespoke clothes. I looked at that and knew it would make my ass look huge because of the unfortunate length and placement of the pleats. I do sort of envy Sherlock, but it's more his ability to actually get a taxi than any of his stuff.

I was watching some of the old Sherlock Holmes series, the one with Jeremy Brett, and I so want those drapes they have in their rooms. They're black-field floral drapes with fringes. That's exactly what I want, though I'd prefer navy-field if there was actually a choice of fabrics. I am so sick of every floral patterned fabric in existence being white-field or cream-field.

Sometimes I think the characters are sexy, but it's never a character who is even on anyone else's radar. I can give you an ancient example... on Airwolf, I was attracted to Stringfellow Hawk's cabin, his cello playing, and his skill with the helicopters. But Archangel was the one I thought was hot.

I almost never admire the clothes women wear on modern programs. But there's a really ancient Miss Marple, the one where Marple is round, and I really envy her suits. I like Poirot's suits too.

Sometimes I see people who envy the homes or furnishings of characters. But aside from those drapes in Brett's Holmes's home, I wasn't really even dreaming about the house Magnum P.I. lived in. I came close a couple times watching the Nero Wolfe series, but watching them park right in front of the brownstone in NYC just hammers home how out-of-touch the series is. It's like watching reruns of the original Knight Rider when Michael pulls up in Kitt and parks right outside a hot nightclub in urban California, when they're open. When I was a kid, I admired the car, now I admire the phenomenal rock star parking luck.

The world is a strange place to me. And I really need Johnny Depp's hat from Alice In Wonderland.

One of those *blink, blink* moments yesterday when I found Iron Man / In Plain Sight x-over fic on AO3.

Thankfully my world was arighted this morning after I read them and discovered that they do, actually, suck about as much as you'd expect.

I find that I'm more than a little disturbed by Tony Stark's promiscuity. Which bothers me because I was a small child in the 1970s and a teenager in the 80s, you know, when women were finally able to have sex without damning themselves for the rest of their lives. And now that we have killer STDs I'm regressing to 1950s morality? But my brain says, "90% effective against pregnancy, that's a 1 in 10 chance you're actually risking your life on someone else's past judgment."

Whenever I think I should just pick a new fandom, I re-discover how much my fantasizing brain hates reality. Tony Stark can't possibly be uncontaminated after having fucked thousands of women. I read some Veronica Mars fic recently and it didn't talk about any sort of protection--- even though we've been shown both characters having had multiple sexual partners and even being treated for a non-life threatening STD. I've heard from other people that to them, it's assumed the woman's taking the pill (or whatever) and that there is a condom; because that's how it always is, no one needs to specify it every time. And yet... almost every contemporary romance novel published by a big imprint has an accidental pregnancy plot.

I think I prefer my fic to have magic so all that real life lame shit can be waved away with authorial creativity.

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It's been a strange morning. I was actively dreaming when the alarm went off. I was dreaming I was in a loft-home with friends who were cooking and when they set the ceiling on fire (15 feet up no less!) they couldn't seem to think what to do. The dreaming!me is good in a crisis and grabbed the fire extinguisher, shouted orders to turn off the gas, and to get out of the way. But because the kitchen was damaged, we went off to the caves to hunt dwarves with Trident gum. I escaped this social obligation quickly and decided to walk along side the rural road, so rural it didn't have a center stripe, looking for a Taco Bell because I was out of gum.

It's been a day when I feel like I should write my own stories, maybe if I decanted my brain, my dreams would be less weird.

Lately I've also been thinking about names. I'm disturbed that we don't name people after nouns more often. Women are named Megan or Margaret to be called "Meg" not ever "Nutmeg". But we name women after flowers, or have done so even if those names are not currently popular.

Of course, with the current trend of hyphenated given names, we might end up with someone named Belt-Cheese.

I woke up this morning because the neighbors were screaming and pounding on the walls. It was awful. And right at that moment between being asleep and being awake, I couldn't tell whether I was having a nightmare. I tried to force myself to wake up so I wouldn't be scared by a dream and it just kept getting worse and worse, so I thought I was trapped inside my dreaming body where people were being violent and screaming all around me.

Then when I was completely awake, I heard the neighbors screaming in the hallway while dragging their kid along with them. It was the kid pounding on the wall, not bodies being thrown at me.

I'm still disconcerted and kind of jittery.

I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly dreaming I am a man. -- Zhuangzi

I'm going to be weird now. I would ask you to excuse me, but if you've been reading for a while, you know it's the standard state.

I teach knitting on a volunteer basis with another woman who is seriously ill. Most likely terminally so.

I find myself thinking I should start shopping for a funereal outfit.

I mentioned this tonight to my SO. Who then said, "No wonder you want to die before me. You'd have to buy a dress if I die first."

Then I said, "Yes, I really want you to have to buy a suit without my help."

He added, "Plus I'd have to buy a dress for your body."

I was thinking, "Yes, that's my plan. I'm going to die so I can make you buy me clothes."

What I actually said was, "Why would you do that?" They don't care what you wear to your cremation, so why would he not just drape one of our ugly sheets over my body? Turns out he wants to have one of those corpse-on-display services. I think he should dress me in something I already have. No point in wasting the money. But I said, "Whatever helps you. I won't care."

But if the knitting woman dies, I'm going to wear trousers to the service, unless the dress I bought for the last funeral actually fits now. If someone tells me about it, that is. There's always a chance no one will bother. I don't get a newspaper so I wouldn't see the obituary... and that's if someone bothers to put one in.

The thought of going to someone's funeral is just ghastly. I'd have to wear pantyhose and makeup. And I wouldn't be a woman in comfortable shoes. It will be awful. *

Then I realized I was being selfish and it was probably wrong.

Then I realized this was in my own head and damned if I'm going to worry about seeming politically correct in my own headspace. But I promise I'll practice actually being tactful before I open my mouth in public.

* then after this thought about the comfortable shoes... I started wondering why there's a stereotype about lesbians wearing comfortable shoes... women who actually want to attract women wear high heels and gobs of face goo and other artificial enhancements just as much as the women who want to attract men who are deluded by the superficial. It's only the rare women who go completely butch who wear comfortable shoes and flannel shirts or whatever. And a lot of middle aged women do that just because it's practical. Of course I'm wearing my studly-smelling lime-scented men's antiperspirant, so I obviously no jack shit about attracting anyone.

ps. Fuck me. There's a wikihow.