miss_s_b: Peter Falk as Columbo saying "just one more thing" (Fangirling: Columbo)
- Linkspammer still broken, sorry about that.
- I kind of feel like I want to blog more than I have for ages, but I'm not really clear what about. It's like an itch. This is an attempt at scratching it. It's not really working. Maybe I ought to do another Liberalism 101 post.
- I've got to go to exercise class in a bit and I'm so wiped out after emotional roller coaster yesterday* and adrenaline rush of dentist terror** this morning that I really don't want to. I know it'll do me good though.
- Daughter is playing lots of Tetris99 since it came out and the music is properly embedding in my head.



* my brain decided that yesterday was a great time to press a whole bunch of self destruct buttons. Happily some of them didn't work.
** I really really hate going to the dentist. My actual dentist is lovely, but that doesn't, sadly, stop the soul-wrenching terror.
miss_s_b: Animated Viking shouts lots of words that originated in Viking language (Fangirling: Horrible Histories)
cut for the squeamish )

But here is a benefit of polyamory: [personal profile] matgb offered to get me a glass of milk in between doing other stuff. After a bit I realise he has forgotten. [personal profile] magister comes up to say goodnight and I am pathetic at him till he goes to get me a glass of milk. Then we say goodnight and he goes to bed. Ten minutes later Mat comes upstairs with a glass of milk "OMG I'm sorry I totally forgot!"

I might be in huge amounts of pain, but I am a happy little milk addict.
miss_s_b: (Fangirling: Cthulhu the Six!Fan)
How old are you?
Chronologically, I'm 41. In sense of humour terms, about 12. In world-weary cynicism about 9000. In my love life right now... Somebody's making me feel about 17. Which is great.

Click for more noseying into my personal life )
miss_s_b: (Mood: Drama queen)
This morning I woke up at 5.30am. The instant I awoke my brain was bombarding me with all the reasons I am a terrible, worthless person who does not deserve to have anyone's time, attention, or care.

At 7.30am, after two hours of constant berating by my own brain, I sent a message to someone who might reasonably have expected contact from me today that I would probably not be as responsive as usual because my depression was acting up, and that I was planning to throw myself into work to see if that would help at all.

By 10am, still lying in the dark, not even having been able to summon the spoons to go brush my teeth, I realised that throwing myself into work would need me to actually be able to do some work, and turned on the laptop. Of course I could not concentrate on work.

I've managed to get here, typing this blog post, by composing an email entitled "Maybe typing out an email I am too mortified to ever send will help" which contains within it a list of all the things my brain is beating me up about today. A non-exhaustive list of my flaws and failures and inadequacies, all down in black and white. Looking at them like that... I'm not able to convince myself that they're not bad - they are bad; I am bad - but I can convince myself that they're understandable. That anyone could have these issues, that it's not just me who is uniquely and embarrassingly awful. Apart from anything else, looking at the list pricks my sense of the absurd: it's faintly ridiculous that I am letting this consume me instead of doing the ibble words and getting on with something productive.

So NOW I'm going to throw myself at work and see if I stick...

ETA: It's now after noon. Still no work done but have managed breakfast. Baby steps...

ETA 4pm: Have had a bit of good news, which has helped, and a bag of mini cheddars. And have managed some work! YAY!

Hair etc

Thursday, January 3rd, 2019 09:52 pm
miss_s_b: (Self: Profile)
I realised that I forgot to tell all those of you who voted here that I went for greens in the end.

I'm not sure I like it; the greens I bought ended up being not as varied as they looked like they were going to be from the tubs, and it's all gone a bit boring and turquoise even though my colourist used four different shades. Turquoise always feels to me more of a summer hair colour*... So this is a mea culpa and an "I'll listen to you lot next time". Purple does seem to be the one that works best on me.



* "some things in their natural state have the most vivid colours" etc.
miss_s_b: Mindy St Clare from The Good Place, hiding her nakedness behind very large sunflowers and looking shocked (Default)
description of injury )

Just thought you'd all like to know :)
miss_s_b: (Blogging: Christmas Humbugs)
Your annual reminder that I don't do Christmas.

However! It is my birthday on the 27th of December, and things have been a little more financially strained this year than they have in recent years, so here are the links to two of my wishlists:

- Master of Malt
- Amazon

Master of Malt is there for those of you who have moral objections to amazon, and amazon is there for those of you who have moral objections to drinking. A gift from amazon might last longer than a gift from Master of Malt, but it matters less if a gift from Master of Malt is duplicated...

If you would like to remind me when YOUR birthday is, for reciprocation purposes, all comments below are screened. Drop me a comment with a date and a link to your wishlist and I'll stick you on my google calendar.
miss_s_b: (Who: SixAppeal)
The Festive Doctor Who this year will be on New Year's Day instead of on Christmas Day. This has prompted the usual prophecies of doom and horror from the usual corners of the internet, but I was pretty relaxed about it:
  1. Christmas is a family day, with all the inherent stresses that involves; New Year's Eve we have friends over and generally get drunk and swear at the hootenannnnnnaaaaaaay and relax and have a good time. New Year's Day generally involves my house being full of good-natured and slightly hung over friendly faces, pretty much all of whom are Doctor Who fans anyway.

  2. I bloody hate Christmas, and this year it is my brother's turn to host the parentals, so I can completely ignore it this year if there's no Who.

  3. I think having it on New Year's Day sends a subtle message, which admittedly has been laid on with a trowel in other ways this series, that they are Not Dicking About with the new direction.

Anyway, the cheery thing? The cheery thing was waking up this morning to a reaction to this news in one of the fora I frequent:
[The festive special] will be on New Year's Day instead of Christmas Day. This makes going to visit Jennie for New Year much more important, because I want to watch it with my found family, and the rest of them will be there.

And so it was that I found myself in happy tears before even getting out of bed. "Found family"! It's such a beautiful term.

People, cherish your friends. Hold your loved ones close. Celebrate your found families. We're going to need each other in the next few months, especially in the UK, and being there for each other is a thing we can all do, in whatever ways are best for us.

Quick Update

Monday, July 2nd, 2018 10:47 am
miss_s_b: (Pratchett: not dead)
Having had a couple of messages from people asking if I'm OK because I haven't blogged in a while: I'm still here! Just completely lacking in brain bandwidth for a variety of reasons. Hopefully things should get better this week.

You're all lovely people.
miss_s_b: (Mood: Kill me)
Plans:

- much drilling; put up remaining speaker brackets in living room + two shoe tidies
- deep clean kitchen
- sort out pocket on leggings

Actual:

- be brought breakfast in bed by lovely boyfriend
- browse through flash sale at clothing website
- doggie cuddles.

The doggie cuddles are so nice, though...

Not dead

Friday, February 16th, 2018 10:11 am
miss_s_b: (Blogging: Internet forever!!)
Everything's a bit manic at the moment. Too many things! Still, have ticked off a massive eight tasks so far this morning AND been to the dentist (I need a filling redone. Boooo...).

Hope you lot are all good.
miss_s_b: (Blogging: Internet forever!!)
... I got a new phone

Carlton does a happy dance
miss_s_b: (Mood: Terrified)
(this time as a result of my sister twitting at me)

Oh shit, I'm forty TOMORROW.

I mean when I was a teenager and living my rock n roll lifestyle I was sure I was going to be a member of the 27 club. Live fast, die young, leave a good-looking corpse.

Tomorrow, I'm going to be forty.

I can't quite wrap my head around it.

Forty.

Jesus wept.
miss_s_b: (Mood: Miserable Brian :()
... and we get the Civil War that some brexiteers promise.

You can see the thread here. It has lots of people joining in with what they think the political landscape would be, how they think the mechanics of it would work, all having a nice, dispassionate, theoretical discussion.

I can't do that, because what I think would happen if the brexiteers ramp up the violence to civil war levels - what is starting to happen, if news reports are to be believed - is that people would die. People of colour, disabled people, LGBT+ people, anyone with a slightly foreign accent... I fit into more than one category of person that would be on The List.

So if there was to be all out civil war over this, I wouldn't be worried about the shape of the politics, because I'd be too busy trying to avoid the mob. Hoping the mob weren't going to get me, my family, my friends.

It must be really nice, to be able to discuss this sort of thing without feeling the existential terror of Them coming for you. I'd love to be able know what that's like.
miss_s_b: (Mood: Kill me)
The windows in our house have needed mending for ages. Today is the day the landlord finally sent the window man round. I am looking after the dogs in a room where he doesn't need to go, and working from my laptop (boss has me doing research into arcane bits of law today).

But the window man is here.

And I can't even go to the loo, because one of the windows he is mending is the bathroom window.

And I really really need to pee.

Typing out a blog post helps, right?
miss_s_b: (Politics: Goth Lib Dems)
My schedule is filling up pretty quickly, but I still have the odd gap, especially at times where there might be food available. I've got my conference schedule all typed up, but it's editable until Friday morning, so if you want to negotiate a gap, let me know :)

Friday Five

Friday, August 11th, 2017 03:35 pm
miss_s_b: (Self: Profile)
(questions via [community profile] thefridayfive)

1) What is the most outrageous style you've ever rocked?

When I was a young 'un, there was that brief period when shell suits were incredibly fashionable, but before they had been discovered to be ridiculously dangerously flammable, and we had a non-uniform day at school. Every single other person in my class came in a shell suit. Some of them had those colour change t-shirts that showed your armpit sweat even worse than grey marl does. I wore cut-off denim hot pants, fishnet tights, an Alice Cooper t-shirt and a leather biker jacket.

I think that tells you everything you need to know about my attitude to fashion.


2) As a teen, were you an emo, goth, punk, grunger, or prep?

Um. I never could be bothered with the make-up requirements for goth, but I suspect I tended more that way in other respects, with bits of punk and grunger too. I mean, I never did do the blue stonewash jeans classic rocker look, I always wore black and purple.


3) Have you ever had a crazy hairstyle/colour?

Ever since I was 18 right up until the present. I'm normally one or more of blue, purple, or pink, but I've been other colours too. Went jet black once; didn't like it.


4) Do you think we ever really grow out of our teen selves?

I certainly haven't. But then I was quite elderly in outlook from about the age of 18 months, so... (this is possibly down to the autism, which obvs was undiagnosed when I was a young 'un.


5) Is there any fashion style you wish you could wear but maybe don't have the confidence?

It's not the confidence, it's the tolerance for pain. I wish I could wear halter neck tops, but my boobs are so heavy that they give me horrific neck ache within seconds of putting them on.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH

Thursday, July 13th, 2017 03:14 pm
miss_s_b: (Mood: Drama queen)
My to do list has too many things on it and they all eat spoons and I have no spoons send spoons. Srsly.

Am managing to just about keep up with work stuff, but politics stuff is a bit wibbly wobbly and personal stuff is backed up like someone who's never eaten prunes.

Also, Roxy has finished her course of antibiotics, yet is still coughing (we're going back to the vet tomorrow); my ankle still hurts; Hol breaks up for the summer holidays tomorrow; we've got a meat order coming and the freezer is too full already; I've got research to do on policy for a Lord; I've got two reviews to write; I've got LOADS of stuff to do for LGBT+LDs; I've got loads of invoices to issue and forms to fill in (and forms are a terrifying thing); AND we are out of gin.

This is not sustainable.

(we now return you to your scheduled programming)
miss_s_b: (Mood: Drama queen)
- still not having the best of mental health. An example: just had a panic attack because the hotel I'm booked into for conference sent me an email beginning "unfortunately" (thankfully it was "unfortunately our outdoor swimming pool will be unavailable during your stay although we still have an indoor one, please don't cancel, please, we love you" not "unfortunately we've double booked your room and you've been bounced and are going to have to find somewhere else to stay and will probably end up about 50 miles away").
- still mostly off Twitter, although I'm checking it once or twice a day for DMs etc.
- still scabby-chested and sore and oozy.
- still alternating between furious and utterly depressed at various political things, especially the continued positioning of the leadership of my party - for fuck's sake, we're against brexit, not against "extreme" brexit, whatever the fuck that is, stop muddying our waters you idiots! [/rant] See also posts from the last week on this blog, including f-locked ones.
- today is Brighouse Festival of Brass aka Brass Band Sunday, a day to strike terror into the hearts of any pub/retail staff who have witnessed the effect it has on Brighouse town centre. I have the choice of having the windows shut and boiling to death, or having the windows open and having Brass Band Music perpetrated on me and interrupting sweet sweet radio 4.

Basically, I'm not doing that great, lads. So, you know, if I'm grumpy or snappy with you, or if I'm not about when you expect me to be about, this is why. I'm not dead, just resting ;)
miss_s_b: (Mood: Miserable Brian :()
I am dangerously low on spoons, I have a bunch of things I'm committed to doing before the end of the month, electoral stuff is particularly pressing (I may be beginning to regret being on regional exec, and chair of Plus, and involved in national stuff too) and daughter is on half term holiday so I have less time to do everything.

I may be a bit absent for the next few days, is my point. And if I do turn up I may be irascible. Just so you all know.
miss_s_b: (Blogging: Internet forever!!)
There's an election on.
I tweet about politics.
I have over 3000 followers, and several of them RT me on occasion.

This all means that I quite regularly attract... People who wish to engage in debate. Some of them in a less than friendly manner.

Now, sometimes, these people are just asking a question. And sometimes, when I answer their question they say "oo, I didn't know that! Thanks!" and we both carry on our merry way after a positive interaction.

Sometimes they are just outright hostile or insulting, and those people I mute straight away.

Sometimes though... Sometimes they are asking a question in the hopes of trapping me, or pissing me off, or just wasting my time. So I answer their initial question, and then they say "yeah but..." and bring up something unrelated, but still opposing, or they build a straw man (or a battalion of straw men), or employ any number of other tactics designed to irritate me.

Life is too damn short for people like that.

Therefore, from today, I have instituted a Three Strikes and You're Out policy for twitter. If you ask me a question, and you respond with "yeah but...", I'll answer. If you respond to the second answer with "yeah but..." then I will know that you are not debating in good faith, you're trying to irritate me and/or waste my time, and I will simply mute you.

Like I said, life is too short. I confidently expect lots of "yeah but..." replies to this post, btw...
miss_s_b: Mindy St Clare from The Good Place, hiding her nakedness behind very large sunflowers and looking shocked (Default)
Holy shit, you guys...

a screencap from google analytics

My regular readership is not tiny. Yesterday was... impressive.
Most people looked at more than one post, too.
And links came from EVERYWHERE: obviously, twitter was by far the biggest source of links; Lib Dem Voice, HuffPo, and fellow LDs like Zoe O'Connell and Nick Barlow were also expected, but... Mumsnet? Two different Liverpool local websites? Outpost Gallifrey? And DuckDuckGo, which implies people were searching for me...

Genuinely kind of bowled over here.

Quick Update

Wednesday, April 12th, 2017 09:05 am
miss_s_b: Mindy St Clare from The Good Place, hiding her nakedness behind very large sunflowers and looking shocked (Default)
- FCC report coming soon. Am currently sitting on m'friend Mary's spare bed in Surbiton having stopped over here after the meeting yesterday, tapping away on my new-to-me laptop, which I'm thinking of calling Ken (because it's very very red).

- Prior to the FCC meeting yesterday I had a somewhat more informal meeting with one of the Shadowy Gay Men Who Secretly Rule The World, which was lots of fun (because he's lovely) and very useful (because we had some interesting exchanges of information now I've become Acting Chair of LGBT+ LDs). I now have pages and pages of Stuff To Do, though...

- Next few trips to London are:
  • June 3rd (FCC) - for which I have a place to stay lined up
  • June 17th (LD English Council) - for which I could do with a place to crash on Friday the 16th
  • July 8th (FCC and Pride) - for which I'm thinking possibly make a weekend of it with [personal profile] matgb and daughter
  • July 23rd (Women's Krikkit World Cup Final)
If any of you Londonny types wish to arrange any meetings for any of those trips, do let me know :)

- Like [personal profile] solarbird I am now getting f-list slide when reading! Woo! I know it's harsh for those who have recently moved to DW from LJ, but it's almost gleeful for me. It's like LJ used to be in days of yore! Like, I might actually join some comms! Or revitalise ones I'm already in! It all feels very hopeful.

Norovirus

Monday, November 21st, 2016 11:43 am
miss_s_b: (Britishness: Tea)
Crikey, norovirus is HORRIBLE, isn't it?

Saturday morning I was right as rain.
Saturday lunchtime I felt a bit queasy. Two minutes later I had to fight my way to the loo and cut for TMI ).

The rest of Saturday and up to Sunday afternoon I couldn't even keep water down.
Sunday afternoon I managed a yogurt.
Sunday evening I managed a plain chicken breast, then got overconfident and tried to eat a funsize bag of skittles. Skittles caused puke-o-rama.
About 2am I managed a bagel. It stayed down but I felt awful.
About an hour ago a cheese spread sandwich. I still feel queasy.

On top of all that I am highly infectious so I can't have hugs, and won't be able to have hugs for two days after symptoms subside.

Guys, you all know how I love food and hugs.
This is the worst torture EVER.

Health Updatery

Friday, November 4th, 2016 05:17 pm
miss_s_b: (Who: Maxil (pillock))
... is all I ever seem to post these days, isn't it?

I have been back to the quack to discuss my test results. The quack did a manual exam* and has booked me in with the vampire** and the batscanner***.

I am still in constant pain, and the bleeding is still constant.

If I am grumpy with you at all, this is probably the reason. I can at least now self-medicate with gin.



* Yes, THAT kind of manual exam. And I had to explain to her what a mooncup was. And having my uterus prodded at from all angles did not help with the pain.
** Apparently not everyone refers to having bloods taken as "going to see the vampire"? I'm sure the seasoned phlebotomist will have heard the term before
*** Ultrasound scanning person

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