Dispatches from Friendlandia
Jul. 25th, 2014 07:00 pm• Dispatch from the Internal Wellness Department: Slowly regaining both my energy and my brain, although neither is yet 100%. I still have that strange feverish manic energy despite not having the actual fever (or energy). Odd. Still, I cleaned the kitchen and got showered and dressed and to the store and back, which is more than I've done in the past three days put together. Maybe if I'm lucky I'll feel up for yoga tomorrow.
• Dispatch from the Increasing Girliness Front: I'm preparing for my first (professional) waxing. When Brian and I first started dating, I informed him of my policy on leg-hair removal - I like smooth skin as much as anyone, but shaving every other day is way too much time and effort, and hairy legs don't bother me enough to make it worth it. (Armpits are another matter, as the effort/reward ratio is much more satisfying.) If he wanted to buy me a waxing, I'd be happy to go in for it. Ten years later, he finally offers. *laughs* Though I think I'm going to hold out for a facial and maybe a mani-pedi, too. There's a place just down the way that's well-rated on Yelp and has a very reasonably-priced package deal.
• Dispatches from England: My friend Suraya (![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
pleiadeslion on LJ) was recently featured on the Risk! podcast's first London show. I hadn't heard of this podcast before, but quite like the format (people tell true stories about dramatic/inspirational/meaningful moments in their life). Hers starts around 21:30, and while it's a bit dark (trigger warning for suicide/corpses), it has a wonderfully human depth to it, and her telling of it is beautiful. (Unrelated, one of her housemates had to move out in a hurry, so she's looking for a new occupant for this beautiful room in Harringay - the whole house is lovely, in fact. I don't think I know anyone else in London, but figured I'd post it on the off chance there's someone in my extended network who'd like to share a house with some awesome people who have a slightly morbid sense of humor. Almost makes me wish I lived in London...)
• More dispatches from what's looking to be an outright Storm of Girliness: I'm thinking I might look into makeup lessons, specifically eyeliner. I've always been a bit hopeless at getting it symmetrical, but I love that colorful mascara/eyeliner is coming back into fashion, and it seems like it might be a fun way to soften the somewhat butch haircut I've been sporting lately. (Brian, the first time I came home after finding my new stylist: "You look great! Really great! ...Possibly like you kind of don't like boys, but great!") Between this and the rate at which my wardrobe's been expanding, I'll be into glitter before much longer...
• Dispatch from Facebook, shamelessly stolen from my friend Dana's feed:
Comment sections should have a filter that prevents you from submitting if your comment contains a logical fallacy. Like if you're placing an order online and try to submit and a red warning pops up, "this is a required field," type thing. Except it would say something like "ad hominem, please reword", or "No True Scotsman, edit and resubmit".
HOW CAN WE MAKE THIS HAPPEN. For srs. There has to be Nobel Peace Prize potential in there somewhere.
• Dispatch from the Increasing Girliness Front: I'm preparing for my first (professional) waxing. When Brian and I first started dating, I informed him of my policy on leg-hair removal - I like smooth skin as much as anyone, but shaving every other day is way too much time and effort, and hairy legs don't bother me enough to make it worth it. (Armpits are another matter, as the effort/reward ratio is much more satisfying.) If he wanted to buy me a waxing, I'd be happy to go in for it. Ten years later, he finally offers. *laughs* Though I think I'm going to hold out for a facial and maybe a mani-pedi, too. There's a place just down the way that's well-rated on Yelp and has a very reasonably-priced package deal.
• Dispatches from England: My friend Suraya (
pleiadeslion on LJ) was recently featured on the Risk! podcast's first London show. I hadn't heard of this podcast before, but quite like the format (people tell true stories about dramatic/inspirational/meaningful moments in their life). Hers starts around 21:30, and while it's a bit dark (trigger warning for suicide/corpses), it has a wonderfully human depth to it, and her telling of it is beautiful. (Unrelated, one of her housemates had to move out in a hurry, so she's looking for a new occupant for this beautiful room in Harringay - the whole house is lovely, in fact. I don't think I know anyone else in London, but figured I'd post it on the off chance there's someone in my extended network who'd like to share a house with some awesome people who have a slightly morbid sense of humor. Almost makes me wish I lived in London...)• More dispatches from what's looking to be an outright Storm of Girliness: I'm thinking I might look into makeup lessons, specifically eyeliner. I've always been a bit hopeless at getting it symmetrical, but I love that colorful mascara/eyeliner is coming back into fashion, and it seems like it might be a fun way to soften the somewhat butch haircut I've been sporting lately. (Brian, the first time I came home after finding my new stylist: "You look great! Really great! ...Possibly like you kind of don't like boys, but great!") Between this and the rate at which my wardrobe's been expanding, I'll be into glitter before much longer...
• Dispatch from Facebook, shamelessly stolen from my friend Dana's feed:
Comment sections should have a filter that prevents you from submitting if your comment contains a logical fallacy. Like if you're placing an order online and try to submit and a red warning pops up, "this is a required field," type thing. Except it would say something like "ad hominem, please reword", or "No True Scotsman, edit and resubmit".
HOW CAN WE MAKE THIS HAPPEN. For srs. There has to be Nobel Peace Prize potential in there somewhere.
