Random weekend update
Jul. 9th, 2018 01:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
annwfynHa! I have managed to churn out 2000 words of assorted stuff for the Stargate downtimes I promised over a two hour period, organize flights for my visit down south in August, edit 3 different questionnaires for work and 1 questionnaire for Corpus Christie, sift my emails down to manageable, get the web copy I promised to our IT guy for the website, AND received a £10k grant for my charity which means I can justify my existence a little longer.
This means I’m giving myself permission to breathe before I have to churn out the grant applications for this afternoon.
Good things about this weekend:
• Cuckoo’s Nest Tavern Night. As some may know, I’ve been getting a bit panicky and anxious about the Nest lately, and feeling like I’m a horrible blight on the game and no one likes me or my character. But I went to Falkirk for the Tavern Night, despite being convinced I was that unfortunate kid who smells of cat piss at the house party, and it was OK. I went Full Cinnean again, and ranted about ‘closing the circle of violence’ until I went light headed from lack of oxygen, I had some awesome RP with Team Cinnea, including our Cinnean Intervention, and people were nice about Trudy! Special thanks to Cat Bechtel and Claire Main who basically convinced me she wasn’t a total waste of space when I was on the verge of leaving.
• I got a new 7th Sea book! The Not-Africa source book arrived and is excellent. I think it might be a weird mix of Not-Africa and Not-The-Carribbean-But-An-Afro-Centric-Black-Positive-Place with added voodoo, but I’m OK with that. I do think for all its system related marmite qualities, 2nd Ed 7th Sea should get brownie points for its genuine effort in being diverse, in making African, middle eastern and indigenous culture seem just as awesome and kick ass and pulp-heroic as European, in wanting to do better than the 1990s.
• Loooooong lazy lunch on Saturday with Gray, Bobbie and Jez. It took place over a series of locations, including the Hyndland Fox (where they have pink spritzers which are awesome), and Nardini’s and then included us wandering the length of Byres Road. Did you know there was a Harry Potter specialist shop down the back of Byres Road? I didn’t!
• Long morning in the gym on Sunday which left me feeling like an almost healthy human being. Swimming stamina is picking back up again and I can do a lazy 20 lengths without pushing it, and weights are just about holding on despite my having been a lazy cow all month. Also, my gym is undergoing refurbishments and so all the resistance machines are locked away and the temp gym has only free weights I don’t know how to use. I asked one of the gym trainers if he could show me how to translate my resistance machine work to free weights and took a ridiculous amount of pleasure in him doing several noticeable double takes when I explained the weights and reps I was on, and an even bigger double take at my proving this by lifting one of the free weights. Apparently that’s ‘really quite good’ which I take as a proper compliment from a twenty something built like a brick shithouse. I feel like I struck a blow for the honour of podgy middle aged women everywhere.
Also, I got to have a lovely long sauna and now my back works again.
• Cooking on Sunday evening – and for once I actually did proper cooking. Well, there was a bit of recipe following. I can’t make a soufflé without a cook book. But I did make quite a nice cheese soufflé, even with having to hand whisk the egg white with a fork, and then made lamb chops according to my totally spontaneous ideas about what would make them taste nice and potatoes a la Sally (par boiled potatoes then fried for a bit in butter and garlic, then crushed and served with shaved parmesan. I’m sure someone else wrote the recipe. But I reinvented it). I felt proper domestic.
I’m now in work, with a filthy sore throat, feeling a bit grotty, but with only three more hours to go. Also, interview on Weds for this job that I was talking about earlier. I think it’s me and one other person. So we’ll see how it goes and if they end up with anything decent on the table…
This means I’m giving myself permission to breathe before I have to churn out the grant applications for this afternoon.
Good things about this weekend:
• Cuckoo’s Nest Tavern Night. As some may know, I’ve been getting a bit panicky and anxious about the Nest lately, and feeling like I’m a horrible blight on the game and no one likes me or my character. But I went to Falkirk for the Tavern Night, despite being convinced I was that unfortunate kid who smells of cat piss at the house party, and it was OK. I went Full Cinnean again, and ranted about ‘closing the circle of violence’ until I went light headed from lack of oxygen, I had some awesome RP with Team Cinnea, including our Cinnean Intervention, and people were nice about Trudy! Special thanks to Cat Bechtel and Claire Main who basically convinced me she wasn’t a total waste of space when I was on the verge of leaving.
• I got a new 7th Sea book! The Not-Africa source book arrived and is excellent. I think it might be a weird mix of Not-Africa and Not-The-Carribbean-But-An-Afro-Centric-Black-Positive-Place with added voodoo, but I’m OK with that. I do think for all its system related marmite qualities, 2nd Ed 7th Sea should get brownie points for its genuine effort in being diverse, in making African, middle eastern and indigenous culture seem just as awesome and kick ass and pulp-heroic as European, in wanting to do better than the 1990s.
• Loooooong lazy lunch on Saturday with Gray, Bobbie and Jez. It took place over a series of locations, including the Hyndland Fox (where they have pink spritzers which are awesome), and Nardini’s and then included us wandering the length of Byres Road. Did you know there was a Harry Potter specialist shop down the back of Byres Road? I didn’t!
• Long morning in the gym on Sunday which left me feeling like an almost healthy human being. Swimming stamina is picking back up again and I can do a lazy 20 lengths without pushing it, and weights are just about holding on despite my having been a lazy cow all month. Also, my gym is undergoing refurbishments and so all the resistance machines are locked away and the temp gym has only free weights I don’t know how to use. I asked one of the gym trainers if he could show me how to translate my resistance machine work to free weights and took a ridiculous amount of pleasure in him doing several noticeable double takes when I explained the weights and reps I was on, and an even bigger double take at my proving this by lifting one of the free weights. Apparently that’s ‘really quite good’ which I take as a proper compliment from a twenty something built like a brick shithouse. I feel like I struck a blow for the honour of podgy middle aged women everywhere.
Also, I got to have a lovely long sauna and now my back works again.
• Cooking on Sunday evening – and for once I actually did proper cooking. Well, there was a bit of recipe following. I can’t make a soufflé without a cook book. But I did make quite a nice cheese soufflé, even with having to hand whisk the egg white with a fork, and then made lamb chops according to my totally spontaneous ideas about what would make them taste nice and potatoes a la Sally (par boiled potatoes then fried for a bit in butter and garlic, then crushed and served with shaved parmesan. I’m sure someone else wrote the recipe. But I reinvented it). I felt proper domestic.
I’m now in work, with a filthy sore throat, feeling a bit grotty, but with only three more hours to go. Also, interview on Weds for this job that I was talking about earlier. I think it’s me and one other person. So we’ll see how it goes and if they end up with anything decent on the table…
