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Jun. 1st, 2026 10:54 amIf it's not one thing, it's another.
Reading. Max Gladstone: I have finished Wicked Problems and am now most of the way through Dead Hand Rule, and have been remembering why it is that I'm feeling so much less fannish about these later books than the earlier ones. ( Read more... )
The library has just delivered unto my auxiliary internet device Fight Right (Julie Schwarz Gottman and John Gottman). I... cannot remember where I saw this recommended, I think in another piece of non-fiction I was reading but I can't remember what, so like... watch this space for how grumpy it makes me, I suppose?
Eating. Everything Has Been Too Warm, but: this week's most adventurous culinary wossname has probably, tragically, been The Protein Powder. Thus far I do not hate it but jury's out on whether it is actually a useful addition to my diet...
Exploring. I have been poking around new routes back from the gym and on my most recent journey found a delightful twisty little path including, among other things, walnuts.
Growing. ... I have watered the plants at home?
No, c'mon, self: the lemongrass is actually thoroughly established and I'm very pleased about it. The aubergines desperately need potting up but are also not dead. The poblano is fruiting merrily on the patio. Some things grow.
Observing. BATS: last night we heard something that might have been a soprano pip social call? Or might have been a noctule? We are not at all sure because we didn't get to hear much of it. But: bat!
On my way home from errands this afternoon, I spent a bit of time meandering around some back streets I have not otherwise been terribly well acquainted with. The temperature had dropped enough to be actually fairly pleasant, and also everything smelled of the roses to an extent I am not sure I have ever previously experienced outside of a dedicated rose garden in season.
The ridiculous protein powder (I knoooooooooooow I am being SUCH a stereotype) I ordered has arrived; ( read more... )
Despite sleeping terribly for reasons, I picked things up and put them down again! and some of them were heavier than any things I have ever previously picked up or put down in that fashion! and I failed out of a squat set in the "bailed onto the safeties" sense, and I am feeling pretty good about having thereby unlocked Another Achievement. (Tuesday's Achievement Unlocked was getting diffidently asked by someone if I knew how to adjust a particular piece of equipment, on the basis that I clearly did because I just HAD but she'd not managed to catch the how. This was particularly delightful because the specific thing is the one I fled from in terror when invited to use it in my first gym trip a whole five and a half weeks ago.)
The Child is delightfully excited about getting to see me TWICE next week, both on a day when I am Doing A Babysit and on our normal visit day. ♥
Therapist induced me to identify some potential next steps for handling a Minor Situation that feel actually possible and maybe even constructive.
NOW WE HAVE TICKETS TO THE HALLOWEEN SHOW. Yes, the Stroppy One is packing me off to L.A. for a week. Well, actually a handful of days, because the rest of the time I'll be staying with Cass elsewhere. But since I'm going to be in L.A., that means staying with and hanging out with some very dear friends. In other words, late October is going to be AWESOME.
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Also speaking of fangirl shrieking, here, have the latest Vampire Lestat teaser trailer. Which has some shots of shrieking fangirls, so I feel validated.





Last night we watched the movie Exit 8. We went in pretty much blind, only knowing that it was about a subway concourse and exits turning into a maze. That description doesn’t do it justice. It was a clever use of pretty much one set, and it’s unsettling as hell. Especially if you’re someone who deals with anxiety, hyper-vigilance, and control issues.
Afterwards, I was trying to explain to the Stroppy One why the movie freaked me out so badly, touching on the anxiety, hyper-vigilance, and control issues. He was quiet for a minute, then said, “Holy shit, your control issues are worse than mine! Different AND worse!”
Yes, dear. Because my control issues are built on hyper-vigilance and yours aren’t.
Anyway, Exit 8 is a good movie, but a little difficult to watch.
Reading. I managed a bit more of Neil Shubin's Your Inner Fish before it got autoreturned to the library; I do not regret the outdoor activities I was doing instead of finishing it up but I am also mildly disgruntled that it's likely to be around another month before I get it back from the library. (Yes, it has won me over from my initial grumbles about Intro To Phylogeny.)
I have managed to reread approximately, generously, a chapter and a half of Wicked Problems (Max Gladstone), which I still want to complete before I have another go at Dead Hand Rule, because I absolutely do not have adequate recollection of how WP finished. And yet: my brain it goes eeeeeeeeeenh.
Watching. Apparently it has been a week in which I was willing to do audiovisual processing, and not just on my special interest?
In NOT my special interest news (see also Exploring), I appreciated this very short documentary on the piece of artwork at the centre of the Kerdroya labyrinth.
On Friday I hit the point of going "okay, this is ridiculous, what the hell is going on that I am managing to move that much weight in what is nominally a barbell row", tried to get the internet to tell me how I should expect row vs bench weights to look, and found a Renaissance Periodization video on 11 Barbell Row Mistakes (content note: masturbation jokes in questionable taste). RP are a source that Casey Johnston trusts, and I trust Casey Johnston sufficient to take that rec (though, to be clear, not on all things), so I watched it! And I now think I know some things I'm doing suboptimally and for that matter some things Johnston recommends doing suboptimally or unclearly! So obviously I am impatient to wave a stick around and see how it feels, and I am next scheduled to do this with barbell rows on... Wednesday.
I have three other videos from that sequence open in tabs.
Listening. Tragically we did NOT listen to a bunch of Hidden Almanac on the way down to Cornwall and then back up again, because it would not have been to my mum's taste and we did not wish to ensadden her on the journey.
Playing. Have replayed Tukoni: Prologue on my own machine for the purposes of getting the Steam achievements (incidental to wishlisting the full game as and when it gets released). Also a couple of rounds of Scrabble.
Cooking. Uh. Let's see. There was... quiche? There was a quiche, and also cheese straws. A questionable stirfry that did broadly achieve the goal of delivering protein.
Eating. ASPARAGUS incl purple. Birthday cake. A sampler of commercially available Greek and Greek-style yoghurts. The LENTIL MOUSSAKA of my mother (second portion). Bean burgers also of my mother. ALPINE STRAWBERRIES from the garden!
Exploring. Helston Sports Centre and associated environs (involving BUSES).
Kerdroya!!! We wanted somewhere to stop and eat our Gear Farm pasties on our way back upcountry, due to divers alarums and excursions we wound up on Bodmin Moor at lunchtime (i.e. well behind schedule), so we sat on some grass and watched cows wade in and out of the lake and then while A was eating their Cornetto we went to see how long a walk it was to this labyrinth. WE ARE IN LOVE WITH THIS LABYRINTH. In addition to showcasing the various kinds of rock found around Cornwall and their accompanying styles of hedging we also got to see an excellent variety of foxgloves (white to very deep pink), a thing my mother called "whispering grass" that is not Stipa tenuissima that I am not going to finish looking up properly right now (short, seed heads bow over, fascinating sort of inverted-teardrop-shaped white-to-pink scaled situation?), scarlet pimpernels cascading down the vertical faces, ...
Growing. The at-home plants have not all died while I was away, despite the nightmares about the lemongrass! Indeed the poblano has NEW FRUIT on it!!!
Meanwhile, in Cornwall I Actually Did Some Weeding.
Observing. Goldfinches! Stonechats! Cormorants! Choughs!!! Barn swallows! Cows In Water; many calves and lambs; so so many Excellent Flowers.
The waves.
Goodness it's been an excellent week for spending time quietly outdoors.
Pilates on the terrace: delightful, except that every time I stopped weighing the mat down with my personal body (due to, for example, lifting up a limb to wave it around) the wind started folding it back up under me.
Pilates more generally: realised today that in addition to normally doing clam and hip stretches at the end of Pilates, and the current Hip Trouble having started after a couple of weeks of not managing that part of the routine because I was only getting as far as doing my bare minimum get-on-the-mat-and-breathe... a whole bunch of the movements incorporate, essentially, sciatic nerve glides. There's another entry to the list of But What Has Pilates Ever Done For Us...
Meanwhile I am out of routine and therefore also eating less protein than I've been managing upcountry, and o have just for the first time since the initial DOMS wound up with post-gym soreness. I have a horrid feeling that my medium term future might contain protein powder; in the short term, dinner was heavy on eggs and tofu.
And, regarding DOMS, last night's "... huh" was about the (extent of) overlap of symptoms and progression with those of post-exertional malaise. This is not yet a fully-formed thought, but it's definitely trying to be a thought. (As part of the theme of "a whole bunch of the experiences of disabled people around embodiment actually do form a continuum with those of the temporarily able bodied, and so do management strategies".)