Blog: life
- January 2018
I glided into the new year on the warm reflection of how much I achieved in 2017, only to crash into the realisation, ten days in, that I still have to keep getting things done this year as well. And that it was January, a cold dark month with nothing at the end of it but February.
- Powercoders
This is a short entry about Powercoders, but it's also a test post to see if crossposting to my DreamWidth journal works. I apologise greatly if you see it multiple times, or in oddly distorted forms.
- January 2017In the first month of 2017, buoyed up by a quiet New Year, I found myself in the unusual situation of getting stuff done and enjoying it.
- January 2016
My friend Hayley writes monthly summary posts at her blog, which has always seemed like a good idea to me, so I'm copying it. What did I get up to in January?
- Tales and tattoos
As I mentioned in my 2015 wrap-up post, one of the very last things I did last year was to get tattooed with my best friend Fox. This is the story of what we did and why.
- Almost three years at Pod Castle!It's the night before Christmas, and in the flickering light of the fire -- wrapped up in the blanket I crocheted myself this winter and cradling a glass of our homemade plum liquor -- I feel like looking back on the events of the last few years that brought me to this place in life.
- A post not actually about fandom
In which I cheat — a meaningless word in this context — and do not actually follow the post prompt for today.
- Hypochondria
Today's writing prompt asks how I behave when I'm sick: do I let others take care of me or try to soldier on alone? My plan is to write this post and then ask David whether I got the answer right, since he's the one who takes care of me when it's needed.
- The hamster and the owl
My parents gave me my first pet for my sixth birthday: a golden hamster with a white belly and big black eyes. I named him Hammy, because it seemed to be what one should call one's first hamster. He was the most exciting part of the best present I'd ever received — it might still hold that rank, actually — a bedroom all to myself, with fresh paint on the walls, a bedside lamp and a proper desk for writing at.
- The World's Least Romantic Valentine's Dinner
My funniest relationship disaster story (as requested by the prompt for today) is probably the one about The World's Least Romantic Valentine's Dinner.
- State of the CatHive, May 2015
There's been a lot of change here recently: David moved out, Kelsey moved in, the cats hit their first birthday.
