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I always dread the approach of warmer weather because it means (at a particular average temperature threshold) mounting the A/C unit into the bedroom window overlooking the carpark area between the buildings in this apartment complex.

Well, thanks to recent events, that won’t be an issue. At least, it’s staggeringly unlikely that it’ll be an issue since most years I don’t have to put it in place until May, and by the time May rolls around it looks like I’ll be somewhere else.

If I’m really lucky, I’ll be in a new home of some sort, probably an apartment. If I’m not lucky… no telling where I’ll be. Hooboy.

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DuckActionShot_XFilesRiff

This is what happens when I have a few minutes at work, access to FireWorks, and someone posts an action shot of a rubber duck on Tumblr.

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Four weeks from now, I cease to be the Ultimate Answer To Life, The Universe, And Everything.

I don’t know what the number 43 is. Wikipedia doesn’t give me anything interesting to go on. I guess we’ll find out, won’t we?

Enjoy it while it lasts, eh? Oh, and if you’re considering buying me things to ease the passing of this most momentous time in my life, I’m okay with that. Totally not required, mind you. It’s not like I have spent a lot of money on anybody outside my immediate circle in a while. (Hey, maybe my finances will settle down a bit more so I can change that…)

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Last night I began assembling ideas and “locations” and characters and plot beats for a writing project. I can’t promise anything grand, but I woke up this morning and didn’t immediately say to myself, “What a terrible idea, what was I thinking?” so maybe there’s hope for this one. We’ll see.

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I exercised more, and I ate junk food a lot less, thus I became a bit healthier.

I even lost a few pounds, and a few inches around the waistline.

I won not one but two raises (with additional responsibilities, mind you) at my job.

I maintained the most important relationships in my life.

I kept the drama levels low.

I completed a public writing project.

I feel like, even though 2014 wasn’t very good to very many people, I did the best I could this calendar year.

I have no regrets going into 2015.

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Ablative Pay Increase: The raise you receive at just about the same time as costs go up in every other part of your life, such that you actually end up taking home less money every month but hey, it could’ve been worse, right?

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Here’s a new one on me: I spent a night of dreams romantically pursuing someone. Nope, no idea who, seems to be someone made up out of whole cloth by my dreaming brain. It certainly doesn’t correlate in the slightest to anyone I know. (Everyone may now breathe a sigh of relief!) Also, it was purely romantic, all those goopy gushy puppy-dog-eyes feelings. The frustrating part, though, was how things would seem to be going well and then, at some crucial moment, I’d jump into my mouth with both feet and make a mess of things with the dream-person.

Yeah, how would you like to experience that, over and over in the span of a few hours?

That’s not the entirety of the dreaming, mind you. There was also something to do with a book-and-music store with hidden treasures, some kind of festival, and other interesting scenarios for which the details have already mostly faded. Those parts were nice. But they’re not the parts which are sticking with me now that I’m awake. Go figure.

What do you expect from pizza dreams, eh?

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I canceled my WildStar subscription this morning. Admittedly, most of the reason for this comes down to finances: It’s a tough time of the year, this month’s tighter than most, and so forth. Fifteen bucks for a game I rarely play is fifteen bucks I could put toward… food, let’s say.

To be fair, WildStar is a great MMORPG-type game. It’s inventive, it’s colorful, it’s clever. It features the best housing system I’ve ever seen in a game. I love the “telegraph” feature, which lets you know exactly where a given power is going to strike. (Those of us who cut our MMO teeth in City of Heroes know the pain of having to guess where that cone AoE is going to land.) The worldbuilding detail is incredible.

However, what a lot of people love about the game is what I don’t love at all: WildStar is MMO gaming on Hard Mode.

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In another in our impromptu series of posts detailing ways in which I’m broken, let me tell you about last night’s trip to the mall with Kyla. We went to a particular store looking for a birthday gift for one of her coworkers, and in this store one may find shelves full of candles and lotions and other smelly things.

Well, smelly to most people. We went through half a shelf of candles and I could only smell anything from two of them. Eventually I tired of proving how useless my nose is and we moved on.

I have, for all intents and purposes, no useful sense of smell. Some strong, unpleasant odors get through but almost none of the good scents do. Go figure, right?

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Have you ever found yourself staring in amazement at a word and its definition, realizing that it describes pretty much your entire life?

Misophonia. It means you’re the kind of person for whom the sound of someone chewing, or tapping idly, or slurping is enough to drive you instantly and uncontrollably around the bend with frustration and some level of rage.

This post brought to you by our delightful neighbors at Party House, who decided that thumping base rhythms were an acceptable part of the neighborhood ambiance at two-thirty this morning. Yes, I genuinely cannot get to sleep if that’s going on. Everyone else around me can, though, so… I suffer alone.

Maybe it’s time to move.

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