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I have been sick or sleeping all day and am in no condition to write the next installation of Stiletto. Hopefully I'll be back to normal tomorrow.

EDIT Feb. 27: Still sick, though getting much better. I think at this point, I'll just plan on posting at the usual time on Friday.

Stiletto #2


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> More Sleep!
Yes. More sleep is an excellent idea. You roll over into a new position, close your eyes and relax. You take deep breaths and count those imaginary fluffy ruminants grazing in their fictitious pastoral glade, drinking by clear brooks, chewing cud, wandering off from the flock only to be found by the shepherd and having their legs brutally broken as a warning to the rest of the flock: "this is how we do tings 'round 'ere. No wanderin' off or we come after you, bub..."

It's no use.

The sun is still assaulting your eyes relentlessly, even when you close them. Your achy head and muscles and your desert-like mouth refuse to give you peace long enough to drift off into the Sandman's sweet embrace.

> First comment ever and I'm spam. :(
There's probably a deep lesson in this about the Nature of Life, the Internet, and Everything, but in your present mental state, you have no idea what it could be.

> You like this.
No. No, you do not like this, and if there's only one thing you learned from the Mostaccioli Incident of '09, it's that Positive Thinking doesn't actually help anything.

What now?

Your turn to do some writing! Leave a comment with what you think our intrepid heroine should do next. Commands can be simple, like what you might find in a text-based computer game such as "LOOK AT—" or "GO TO—", or they can be more complicated, like "gather up a large crowd of fuzzy purple teddy bears and organize a nice Virginia Reel. And play something slow and thoughtful like Watching Judas's 'I Fall,' none of that crazy bluegrass silliness." On Tuesday, I will pick the command(s) I think will move the story along in the best or most interesting way and write the next segment from there.

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Stiletto #1


The sun streams in through the window, hitting you squarely in the closed and formerly-sleeping eyes. You silently curse whoever had the brilliant idea of facing your bedroom window to the southeast. You then add on another curse to yourself for apparently flopping into bed last night without closing the thick curtains you obtained specifically for the purpose of remedying the architect's oversight.

Your groggy brain registers a dull, inexorable headache pressing on your eyes and frontal lobe, as well as several achy muscles. Is this what a hangover feels like? You only had like two drinks at the whole five-hour reception—the super-fancy imported Champagne for the toasts, which was so expensive that Jani insisted all the bridesmaids finish their glasses so as not to waste any; and a few sips of the very classy (very dry) wine that cute guy brought you when he was flirting after neither of you caught the bouquet or garter. So a drink and a half.

Your mouth is dry, your head hurts, and you feel like you're too tired to do much more about the window than think about it really hard and hope to close the curtains telepathically.

What now?
> More Sleep!

Your turn to do some writing! Leave a comment with what you think our intrepid heroine should do next. Commands can be simple, like what you might find in a text-based computer game such as "LOOK AT—" or "GO TO—", or they can be more complicated, like "gather up a large crowd of fuzzy purple teddy bears and organize a nice Virginia Reel. And play something smart and classy like Hank Green's 'Strange Charm,' none of that boring instrumental silliness." On Friday, I will pick the command(s) I think will move the story along in the best or most interesting way and write the next segment from there.

New New Schedule


Today I found a time machine. Naturally, the first thing I did was go back in time to the day of my birth and posted a new schedule on my blog.

Seriously, though, this is the last schedule-related post I anticipate posting. I know it's not that interesting to read about my indecisiveness, but I want to post my schedule so that I feel like I have the accountability. So from now on, I've got a schedule summary in the sidebar, and a more detailed schedule here.

I've also decided that, for the time being, Sunday posts will be optional. Sundays tend to be pretty busy for me, and it's good to have a day of rest.

Stay Tuned


Still sick today, and I'm not really expecting to get much better for at least several more days. Because that's how these things work. But I am expecting to get back on a regular update schedule next week. So stay tuned for all kinds of fun stuff, coming soon to a blog near you.

It's Friday.


Stuff happened. My sinuses continued to produce more mucous than I'd like. It's nearly time for bed. Good night.

Serial Valentine


I've still been sick today, but it's been a pretty good Valentine's Day, anyway. Yesterday, I got a package from Amazon with three new books by two of my favorite authors. So naturally this evening, I was anxious to get started on them.

Mr. Monster, the second book of the John Cleaver trilogy by Dan Wells, was perhaps thematically not the best book for Valentine's Day. It's a horror book about a teenage sociopath who is unhealthily fascinated with serial killers. (I'll probably be writing a more comprehensive review of the series soon.) Knowing this full well, this was the book I took with me when I went to dinner (alone) at St. Louis Bread Company, with the intention of sitting around the restaurant reading for two or three hours (alone) after dinner.

Dinner was pretty nice, too. I found a table in a corner, figuring it would be a nice place to sit and read, but still keep an eye on the whole restaurant—you know, in case one of them turned out to be horrifying psychopathic serial killers like the monsters in the book. What I didn't account for was the gaggle of a half-dozen middle aged women the next table over. They arrived a little before me, and sat there the whole time, loudly failing the Bechdel Test, talking about failed dates and that nice guy from church who "just wants someone to go to the theater with." I eavesdropped without really trying as I finished my meal (that salad was HUGE! And the menu said that deal came with a half salad? What are the full salads like??), then took my book and my drink to the other end of the restaurant. The women were still at that table when I left hours later.

So anyway, I had a good evening. I think I'd like to do a little more reading before bed, though, so good night for now.

Sick and Tired (of being sick and tired)


It usually starts with a sore throat. Then there's the headache, the stuffy nose, the dizziness, the lack of energy.

I've been sick today. It's not a sinus infection yet, but this is how they often start for me. I usually get them about twice a year; apparently when someone with allergies has kids with someone who has sinus problems, the result is seasonal sinus infections. So I've spent most of the day drinking hot cider and staring blankly at my computer screen. Or napping. Maybe I'll get lucky and this won't turn into a full-out infection; it does that sometimes...

Madness!


So. The last couple of weeks were pretty crazy. The last few days of January and the first couple of days of February were, as I've mentioned, taken up by Aunt Nina's funeral. And, believe it or not, last week was even more insane.

It started on Sunday, when I had to run around before and after the church service coordinating schedules with people. One of the young couples at church had asked me to babysit, and the youth pastor had asked me to chaperon a youth group trip to Founder's Week at Moody Bible Institute in Chicago. Lots of questions, running back and forth between parent and pastor. What days did they need a babysitter? Monday through Wednesday, six hours a day. When was the youth group trip? How big was it? What was a Founder's Week? Wednesday through Saturday, three guys and two girls, Founder's Week involved well-known Christian speakers like David Platt and John MacArthur.

I had gone to church thinking I would say yes to babysitting (I needed the money) and no to Chicago (after three days with three young kids, I'd need some rest, right?), but the babysitting schedule was flexible enough that I could be done before they left for Chicago, and, well, David Platt and John MacArthur. In Chicago.

So Monday-Wednesday, I played hide-and-seek, helped with schoolwork, read kids' books aloud, made paper airplanes and cootie catchers, and gained a whole new level of respect and admiration for stay-at-home moms, especially those who homeschool.

After I was done babysitting on Wednesday, I hurried home, threw some clothes in a bag, and was on a train to Chicago with five teenagers and one youth pastor.

There was very little sleep involved with this whole schedule, certainly less than I would have liked. There wasn't a whole lot of rest, even, except if you count the five hours on the Amtrak to Chicago and the one hour commute each way every day, since we stayed in the suburbs and the conference was in the city. But the activity of running around downtown more than made up for the train time.

Sometimes, the most important thing you can do is rest. But there are other times when resting is the worst thing you can do. I had a crazy week, but it was amazing, and I think if I hadn't been forced into the flurry of activity I would have allowed Aunt Nina's death, along with other circumstances, to pull me into a pretty serious depression. Instead, I think I'm ready to keep going. I've already got some plans lined up: friends are in town, apparently word of my babysitting prowess has gotten around church already, and of course I'm going to continue my daily blog. I'm also seriously tempted to move to Chicago. Those trains were awesome.

1 UP?


Just got home from Aunt Nina's visitation. The body didn't look much like her because it wasn't smiling. People seemed to like my cookies, though.

Last night, somebody posted this on Facebook:


Here's what I think of these options:

  1. Menu & Stats—This is basically Facebook. Moving on.

  2. View Shift—Could be kind of cool, but I think for me it would just drive me nuts. It's annoying enough to deal with in video games.

  3. Jumping & Landing—Again, could be pretty cool, and actually a lot of fun. It would also come in handy for reaching things off the top shelves, and of course if you ever fall off a building you don't have to worry. I'm not sure it's the most useful thing for most people's everyday lives, though.

  4. Experience Points—Actually, if everybody had this feature, it would make the world a pretty interesting place. Suddenly the oldest people would be the strongest and most agile, as well as the most intelligent and skillful. I'm not so happy with the idea of just getting 5 every year; it makes sense to me how in games you get XP for actually doing things, and it doesn't seem fair that someone who just sits around on a couch watching TV all year would get the same XP as someone who actually goes out and lifts weights or learns to paint. Of course, if we had and XP system where you get XP for doing things in proportion to the things you do, that's basically real life and again there's no point. Am I over-analyzing this? Anyway, not my favorite on the list

  5. Pockets—Yes. As anyone who has ever lifted a purse or backpack belonging to me can attest, I carry a lot of stuff around with me. My mom has often described my purse as a "black hole," and I remember actually having to stay home from school due to back strain once because of my huge backpack in middle school. Assuming that a bag of this type also has some kind of magic anti-gravity field that makes it possible to lift that bag of 99 stacks of 99, I would probably go for it.

  6. Cheat Code—For a poor unemployed college grad like me, this is really tempting. I have a lot of problems that could be solved right now if I had a cheat code to get me as much cash as I wanted from an ATM. In the end, though, I think I'd still feel guilty about stealing/cheating, and end up cripplingly depressed whether I kept using my power or not.

  7. Character Creator—Tempting. There are a lot of things about my body that I'd be happy to change, but the "you cannot change back" gives me serious pause. I'm always overly cautious with single-use things in games (and to a certain extent in real life, too), so I'd probably end up saving this until "later" and never get around to it.

  8. Extra Life—At first glance, this is an obvious choice. Who wouldn't want to wake up in perfect health after an illness or accident and have another chance at a whole new life? But again, the last sentence is a pretty major stipulation: "you may give your extra life away." Suddenly, this changes from an amazing gift to a horrible responsibility. How am I supposed to decide who to give my one extra life to? Or should I keep it for myself with the rationale that I can do a lot of good with the extra time, but then always live with the nagging suspicion of guilt that I probably should have given it to someone else?

  9. Pause Button—Again, at first glance, this seems like a no-brainer. How many times have I wished I could pause the world and just rest? (Hint: pretty much every day the last four years.) There's a pretty big drawback with this one, too, though: while you're paused, you're blind. So I couldn't use that time to catch up on pleasure reading, which is one of my big pause-the-world fantasies. But I could still sleep. Totally worth it.

  10. Save Point—Could be good. One problem is obviously the limit of only having two save slots. That's almost as bad as having a single-use item: how do you decide which points are worth saving? There were many times in school when I wished I could go back and re-do an important assignment I felt like I messed up on, and I have wished I could go back in time and spend more time with Granddad H. and others. So up until recently, I probably would have gone for this, but I've gotten to the point where the idea of going back and reliving much of my life sounds like a really bad idea. Not that I'm unhappy with the way things turned out, I just don't want to go through them again. Plus, perfectionist that I am, I probably keep going back over and over the same time period forever until I got it "perfect," and I think that would drive me insane.

So I think I would probably go for the Pause Button (9) and the Pockets (5) in the end. How about you?

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