moon_custafer

09:17 pm: Rewatching I, Claudius, aka the "Every Time It looks Like Thinks Are Finally Going to Get Better, They Don't" show. This become really obvious when you watch a bunch of episodes back to back.

Tags: high body count, tv

07:57 am: Dream Journal
After the usual jumble of preceding dreams, I found myself dressed in a t-shirt, loose, vaguely military trousers and boots. I was hanging about waiting while others talked business. I began trying to put together a playlist of appropriate music to keep myself awake. All the tracks I chose were from different sources, all vaguely apocalyptic.

In some parallel dream narrative, there was a dwarf who was a reporter; his beat seemed to be union politics, with an emphasis on the taxi-drivers' union.

I was there to participate in/write about a possibly dangerous ritual. My companions and I paced up and down a nondescript room; when blue stains mysteriously appeared on the floor we licked them and waited for the presumed hallucinogens to kick in. A man who looked a bit like Stellan Skarsgård was sweeping up; I asked if he was a shaman, or a participant. He shrugged and said "I'm just the janitor." I'm not sure if he was telling the truth. My companions had by now run out into the darkened parking lot, arguing about whether they could see headlights. I still felt nothing, but decided to follow them while I still could. I knew the point of all this was to fight until we were killed or enlightened. I told the janitor, "I hope I see you again," and ran out. The highway had become a sort of park; there was a main trail they'd taken, but I decided to follow a smaller one up into the hills. I realized then it was daylight, and spring, with trees in bloom. Whenever I heard voices, I was unsure whether to pick a fight or avoid, since I was alone and furthermore they might just be innocent passers-by (it was clearly a public park). However, when I came across a display of white flowers laid out very obviously at the bottom of a hill, I jumped down to land on them and ran on, waiting to be chased for it. Eventually I was aware of a small group of adolescent boys behind me; I was running faster than I can in real life, but not as fast as I wanted to. I could hear them telling each other who to look for: "It was an old lady." "No, it was a big Irish girl." I grinned wryly at these descriptions, but I was worried they were getting too close, so I rolled sideways down a bank, intending to take cover behind a shrub and double back.

Tags: dreams

08:45 pm: For by Stroking Him, I Have Found Out Electricity
Tesla reminisces about the pet cat he had as a kid.

Tags: cats, tesla

05:24 pm: Sewing News - Axis Defeated!
So, I was feeling good about my recently acquired patchwork skills and decided to make a throw-pillow as a belated Mother's Day gift. When finished, it looked good except, um, the pattern kind of looked like a swastika. I ran it by the LSG* discussion group on Ravelry, and at least half of them saw it too. However, following one suggestion, I added an applique in the centre to break it up and I think it's worked. Democracy FTW.


* "Lazy, Stupid & Godless." Tongue-in-Cheek for "swearing and TMI subjects won't make us clutch our pearls on this group, although bullying and mean-spiritedness will totally get you kicked off."

Tags: sewing

11:00 am: Checking for Demons
Demon Test. A blogger discovered a self-proclaimed exorcist has an online "Are you Possessed?" test, and decided to spend the $10 to take it. The results say he doesn't have a demon, which, he argues, suggests the test is fraudulent, and furthermore was probably written by Screwtape or one of his colleagues.

Tags: psychology, religion

06:14 pm: Hey!
It seems there finally is a "Ravelry for Sewing" : http://seamedup.com

ETA - in fact there are two, SeamedUP is primarily for quilting, My Sewing Circle is more garment-oriented.

Tags: crafts, sewing

05:00 pm: Weekend Report, Victoria Day Edition
Trouble with a long weekend when you're between jobs is that it's time you'd have off anyway, plus it's an extra day until you get your E.I because everything's been set back by the holiday. However, green_trilobite found a bit of money under the bank's sofa cushions last Friday*, and he's covered three patio lunches, so I really can't complain.

I doubt they'll have any job interviews set up by tomorrow, so I might go to the fashion supply district and buy a zipper (because I can do that out of the change in my purse) so I can finish the dress that's been hanging up for a week and a half.


* i.e., while trying to tie up yet more loose ends re his mother's estate, he found an orphaned account with seventy-four dollars in it.

Tags: money, sewing, stuff

04:02 pm: First Draft Done...
At around 4200 words. Now it needs polishing, a better title than 'Positioned,' and some notion of where to submit it (it's not really horror, more neo-pulp.)

Tags: writing

03:20 pm: OK, if I understood the description correctly...
... this is the Irving Klaws covering the Pixies in the style of Roy Orbison.

Tags: music

07:32 pm: Tied up in work
The story is complete in outline, except for the actual escape. I've been looking up Harry Houdini and stuff on "how to escape from ropes." I had green_trilobite tie my wrists several times with quadrupled-up acrylic yarn (didn't have any real rope on hand), but it was too easy to get out of. Research continues....

Tags: writing