Not Anonymous

2013 has been my leanest year by far when it comes to writing here, the reasons are multifaceted and strange, but they the main one is that I have been sucked into the world of micro-blogging.

It may surprise you to hear, but I do very well on twitter (the link to it is on the upper left corner there). The content is pretty exactly the same there and it was here - feminism, fandom, queeriosity, politics, etc.

But friends, I have over 400 followers. That's not as many as some, I don't think my influence is that great - pah! Look at my ego go - but people like what I have to say, this is amazing to me at times.

I suspect that if I could have DW/LJ open at the office (and I sort of can, in a way, now that I think about it) I'd blog more. You see, I work 9 hours a day, 5 days a week (sometimes weekends) and I really love my job, but it doesn't really give me time to write long form. Texting quickly is where it's at and with my job, being connected to social media actually helps, so getting lost in the friends list may not be wise - but it might help my sanity? Who knows, I'm not sure.

I'm still living with my parents, 2013 was the year in which I did not move out, basically.

One thing that keeps me happy is fandom. I'm still watching "Hawaii Five-0" despite feeling like it reached it's peak in episode 3.15 and then took a nosedive to a place I sometimes find myself thinking "what the fuck am I watching?", but Scott Caan, Danny and his relationships with the team keep me going and keep me inspired, so I'm not giving up yet.

It has made me a bit lonely, though. Not being a multi-shipper (the little sparks of Danny/Kono and Danny/Mary and Danny/Almost-anyone-let's-face-it notwithstanding) I find myself a bit estranged from some of the fandom friends I've made when I realised that the majority of the McDanno fans aren't what I'd call home.

I feel very torn and pulled, floating along with the very few with whom I can gush and lose my head with and the fact that the rest of time I feel policed and annoyed.

Them's the breaks, I guess. I'm hoping the upcoming episodes uplift me a bit, knowing a few of the spoilers help when they don't make me fucking anxious because I trust Peter Lenkov et al about as much I trust the piece of Lego I stepped on.

I do hope to get back to writing long form, again.

That's what the arbitrary changing of dates is for, right?

See you on the flipside.

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Good evening.

It's the night before Erev Rosh Hashana (New Year's Eve) and I'm freakin' exhausted.

Those of you who follow me and are active on twitter will know of the saga of the window that has been haunting me since Friday morning.

What is the saga of the window you might ask? Let me tell you from the beginning.

My bedroom had carpeting put approximately 20-odd years ago. It was brown. In the late 1980's early 1990's I assume this was he height of floor fashion. I was a mite too young to appreciate it. Nevertheless it was brown. My parents decided my room needed a renovation and put in parquet. It looks lovely, really it does and it makes the room look bigger and lighter than the god-awful brown wall to wall carpeting - a thing I will never do in a home of my own, it is a horror to clean (when one bothers to do so) and collects dust and hair and insects.

Insects.

If you've been reading me for long enough, you know I have a terrible phobia of cockroaches. You see, last summer the humidity and temperature were ideal for these cretins to spread their wings and fly. And so father put a mesh net over the inside of my window as an attempt to keep the creepies out. It worked for the most part, but looked ugly as sin and it was a bitch to clean my shutters and window panes.

And so, along with a brand spanking new floor a new window was installed.

Only on Friday when everything was supposed to have been done at the same time, floor and window, there were malfunctions.

The window workman brought a torn net panel that was designed to be on the outside of my window to keep my mortal enemies outside my domain. So... it was decided he'd come back on Sunday.

Only on Sunday he decided he couldn't make it.

So he came on Monday. Only when I got back from work that evening I was told that he'd torn the mesh net again.

I swear, I felt like I was going to have a tantrum that rival my 2.5 year old niece! You see, all my stuff, all my property was in a pile in a living room while we waited for this incompetent ass to get his act together. I spent my nights in my childhood bedroom, where my nieces and nephews sleep when they come visit. It wasn't bad, but I was stressing out because it was taking so long and on the Saturday when I started cleaning up the floor and rearranging my bookshelves a baby cockroach flew on me.

It was creepy!

But this afternoon my mother sent my a text in which she told me "Tonight's the night!"

My reply was "Hallelujah! :)"

Yes, smiley included.

So tonight I sleep in my own bedroom, in my own bed, with all my stuff clean and tidy.

It was a rough week because as I said, I was stressing out and I everything was going wrong and my mom was resenting my bad mood, which made me resent her and her bad moods like fucking whoa!

But we got through it and it's now over.

Tomorrow the whole entire clan is coming over to celebrate Rosh Hashana. I'm so glad alcohol is a mitzvah.

August where have you gone?

I was elswhere on the internet. It's hard to break these kind of habits.

But next week it's Rosh Ha'Shana, and that's as good an arbitrary marker as any, right?

Good.

I figured you'd all be interested to know that I grew up.

I went up a cup size and went down in band size. This because I've been wearing the wrong size bra for who knows how long. I went up from a C to a D and down from an (European sizing) 85 to a 75. For the first time in years my bras feel snug and aren't poking into me.

Who knew!?

Well, apparently lots of people, because more than once when my girl friends and I discussed the topic of bras, which was kind of often, seeing as many of us are busty and bras over a certain size are fucking expensive and can only be found in "speciality size underwear shops" which another post for a different day.

*deep breath*

In any event, I decided to use the holiday coupons I got from work to buy new bras. I also decided I'd ask what size I should wear. The staffer took one look at me and said sternly. "You're a 75D." And I was all, um, okay, let me try them on.

Which I did.

It was a hallelujah moment, let me tell you.

I bought four new, beautiful bras last week and I've had the chance to wear two of them so far.

One of them creaks.

Like an old floorboard. No really, when I move my shoulders, it sounds like I need oiling. Which is what my boss said to me when she asked me, "Are you creaking?" I mean, she called me the Tin-Man!

It was a source of great amusement at work, where we are very casual, and people found my bewilderment rather funny.

But what's really extraordinary is that other people have mentioned this happening to them too! That this is apparently something that happens when you have a bigger bust.

( Cut for body image issues and internalised fatphobia )

Also, regardless of what size you are, you can enjoy Busty Girl Comics!

Hello lovies!

It has been too long. I've come and gone on my holiday, which I will write up at some point and add pics, I promise. I really did try to blog, but writing in long form on Officer Kalakaua was not easy.

I came back a week ago and throughout that week I felt very keenly the lack of personal computer - been on my phone (Wombat), tablet (Officer Kalakaua) and my mother's guest account on her desktop and truthfully... it was not fun.

But now I'm typing on my brand spanking new Samsung Series 5 with 1TB of hard disk memory and 8GB of RAM! SQUEEEE! She is so pretty and her name is Elphaba (after the witch of the west from "Wicked") and I'm adoring her.

Been downloading all the things to get her up and running as I want, still need to transfer files from my external hard disk which I used in order to backup Ursula when her network card went kaput and her screen card began to die.

Windows 8 is very confusing though. The no "Start" button, dafuq Microsoft, who thought this was a good idea. It's like how the other day I was on my twitter client and was suddenly told I'd reached my "daily limit of 50 tweets a day" to which I snorted and was greatly annoyed. I then tweeted at the client's official twitter and helpdesk accounts for many hours with major complaints.

They ended up rolling back the feature because I tell you, as a daily twitter user (and I use twitter for conversation) the amount of tweets that I write way over 50 per day.

Like my twitter client, Microsoft is all about rolling back "features". Good job with the Xbox-One (er... 180 now?)

But Elphaba is lovely, sleek, and waiting for her Windows 8.1 update. Only a few more days to the return of the "Start" button!

Soon I shall also get Office and I'l have my beloved Word back!

Finally got coffee in me and I can concentrate a bit.

I shall briefly mention that I spent my Saturday walking around the Natural History museum wherein I spammed my twitter feed with pics of what I was seeing. I can't remember if I went to the Natural History museum the last time I was in London in 2007, but I felt so very nostalgic when I was walking around. It was like I was 8 years old again. I love the dinosaurs and the Earth exhibitions. I took many pics which I'll post as soon as I get to computer and transfer them off the camera and mobile devices.

I also visited the science museum for a quick look see, because there was an exhibit about Alan Turing and his work on computers and mathematics. All fascinating stuff. His death seems to have a been a true loss.

Sunday... Sunday was a real adventure to which I'll dedicate a post a little later. I have to get ready for the David Bowie exhibition at the Victoria & Albert.

Good morning. I've decided to try entering journal posts on the move, considering the fact that I'll be travelling extensively over the next two weeks. And yeah, I'll be taking my tablet Officer Kalakaua with me, I thought it would be fun to try to chronicle the vacation in long form and not just tweet randomly.

I don't know what my connectivity is going to be like, so this may all be for nothing, but it's worth a try.

I'm still laptop deficient, relying on my phone and tablet for most things, but seeing as my work is Internet based and the access to my mother's guest account on her desktop, I am most certainly not offline.

I do, however, miss the reliability of a pc. My tablet isn't capricious as all that, but the amount of DYAC that come from this little touch screen keyboard are too comical, not to mention that my go to websites tend to be a bit borked.

Still, it is a lot, I'm aware.

Here's to being around here more during my holiday!

I'm sick. Please forgive any mishaps and incoherence.

I turned 28 this week, hurray for me!

I'm currently using my mother's guest account on her desktop because my laptop finally bit the dust. The screen had been kind of wonky the past few months, but now her network card is dead and it's like she's in a coma.

Right, yes, her. Ursula the laptop served me very well these past four or so years.

Ugh, I'm finding it hard to concentrate, forgive me. Sore throat.

I have much to tell, really I do, but the words are stuck. Been blocked for a while now.

Maybe later this week. I hope.

Blah, fever.

This has been the worst week ever at work. Renovations and hypervigilance fucking suck.

There was a bright light of the Hawaii Five-0 episode.

But that's pretty much it.

I'm so tired and I have to work this weekend.

Remember when I said I'd be around more?

Yeah, okay.