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Hi, I'm Alex, my pronouns are they, I have hilarious boardgame-related trauma; I'm going to want five minutes to read the rules in silence before we start; and if I ask a question about gameplay that isn't addressed to you by name and you're not [personal profile] me_and, please pretend I didn't say anything.


As I periodically mention, mostly whenever I make notable progress of any kind, for a variety of hilarious reasons I find the vast majority of boardgames intensely stressful, and this gets worse the less I know the people I'm playing with. Like I said in my previous post, over the past two years I've gone from "cannot even start to play a game I've had long-term interest in, in my own home, with my partner, who I trust, with no-one else present, without bursting into tears twice just reading the rules" to "getting a bit of an adrenaline kick when I start my second new game of an afternoon with strangers, in a pub, when I was already primed for social anxiety for reasons that do not need exploring at this juncture".

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ten good things

Oct. 10th, 2017 03:51 pm
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1. Yesterday afternoon, at 4.30pm, I sent off the latest draft of the current paper to my co-authors in advance of our meeting on Tuesday. I had been working at it steadily, in small chunks every day. At no point did I stay up past midnight working on it. It isn't perfect, partly because it can never be and partly because most of the outstanding stuff relies on getting input from a co-author who's been avoiding my e-mails since April; I'm very pleased with myself for maintaining sensible sleep cycles, and for sending it off "unfinished", because I don't think there is actually much to gain from me carefully polishing the presentation and formatting of an appendix that is not yet complete.

2. The casserole my mother bought me (I think when I started the PhD) is currently full of apples I brought home from my parents' on Saturday evening; I've done about half the bag, and everything smells correct. (It's James Grieve; they're mostly not available commercially, but they're what I grew up with, and I'm always faintly disappointed by apples that aren't them. So: I gathered up a quantity of them, and I'll gather up a quantity more when I go for dinner tomorrow, and I'll jar them, and I'll have enough to put on yoghurt and in crumble and in cake for the next year, I hope.)

3. Passing a pound-a-bowl market earlier today, it transpired that the cardboard crates of two-or-so kilos of blueberries really were one quid each. So I got one of those (I was not going to buy more, to get home on public transport), and I need to decide how many to freeze and whether o jam any and if I want to make clafoutis happen, and so on and so forth. This is a lovely problem to have.

4. Shortly afterwards, while poking around charity shops looking for yet more tablecloths (pace the Graun), on my way home from a hospital appointment that was uninspiring but unproblematic, I found a pasta maker for fifteen quid. Nobody I asked said it was a bad idea quickly enough, and that's how I ended up heading home on public transport with a lap full of pasta machine and two kilos of blueberries. "...", said a friend. "How does this stuff even happen to you so much" "I really don't know how you live like this" "But well done" -- which I will take. (This also, conveniently, provides me with My Next Cooking Goal. I think I probably don't care about the spaghetti attachment but I am eyeing up the ravioli one...)

5. I am sitting in the corner of my sofa, facing the French windows, looking out on the grass and the sunshine. (I love this house.)

6. I am now, after today's adventures in public transport, most of the way through CN Lester's book Trans Like Me. I keep crying over it in public. I have been earwormed with a song off Come Home, Not Again (and have just put it on: I'm used to breaking - but not this time/Of all the things you've taken, I'm not giving me from mine/I know I'm better lonely but alive).

7. On which tangentially-related topic, I recently got my act together to actually listen to Jesus & His Judgemental Father's latest, It Might Get Better, and I just absolutely adore the lyric my breakfast is an existential crisis. And I have a whole pile of books to curl up and wallow in, which I'm very much looking forward to -- Provenance, which I haven't yet had brain for, and the new Max Gladstone, and the new Nnedi Okorafor along with some of her back catalogue, and all the Kai Ashante Wilson I just acquired, and...

8. Board games! On Sunday I went to a board game social being run by my BSL-teacher-now-friend (having been a longstanding friend of A's)! I negotiated social anxiety in the run-up! I played two new-to-me games, with one person in the group each time that I didn't previously know, and it... worked? I didn't cry? I panicked a bit at the start of the second one but actually it was okay? I did the thing? I won one of them? I... am really, really proud of myself. I am so aware of how much progress this is: eighteen months ago, or thereabouts, I finally finally managed to persuade myself to sit down with a rulebook and an Adam in our living room and have a go at playing Thud!, which I'd wanted to basically since I saw it being play-tested at a Discworld convention. I think I ended up crying twice just reading the rulebook, while A was in the kitchen carefully giving me space to have a panic? I ended up crying a bunch more over the course of our couple of experimental collaborative games? ... I just played two new-to-me games with strangers, on no more prep than breezily informing people that I have hilarious boardgame-related trauma, would want to spend five minutes anxiously reading the rules in silence before starting, and that if I asked a question about game mechanic and it wasn't addressed to you by name then pretend I didn't say anything and let A answer. I... am so pleased with myself.

9. ... slipper socks. I sort of resent that I like them so much, and they are the precise opposite of what the podiatrists I was seeing wanted me to do for wearing around the house, but fundamentally I really hate slippers and would by defaul be barefoot but also my feet get really cold really quickly. So now I own two pairs of ridiculous slipper socks, and I wear other socks underneath and slouch around in them, and I spend much less time with my feet painfully cold?

10. ... and on Thursday I'm heading down to Brighton for The October Ritual, an aquarium trip, and Terre á Terre, which I've been curious about for a while.


There is lots that is good that is going on. I'm spending the weekend in Cornwall (well, driving to and from -- a lightning visit is To Be Made), and while there will be Wrangling To Be Done I am also, very much, looking forward to going (however briefly) home.

Discord

Oct. 8th, 2017 02:41 pm
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I see that a number of people are moving to Discord for chat, both in general and also because AIM is going bye-bye.

I'm Azz#2671 if anyone wants to chat there; I have it on the desktop but I'm not sure if I've installed it on the current phone.

Assumptions, baking

Oct. 7th, 2017 02:02 am
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... I believe that two of my friends have invented an entire spouse for a third friend (all former co-workers of mine) on the strength of baking.

Specifically, the colleague very occasionally brings meat pies in. And he was going to bring some in at some future point, but he moved continents before it happened. And his wife bakes them.

I was certain that no such entity exists, and that the man does his own baking.

The guys and I haven't synchronously discussed it, and they're not even quite sure on gender, and they barely hear of "her"...

I shall have to inquire.

But as things stand, two of the better informed and well intentioned feminist dudes I know believe that someone else bakes for a certain man...

others claim it, we are it.

Oct. 6th, 2017 11:41 am
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I figured out a little bit why I'm not feeling myself. The daylight is changing. As much as I'm a night owl, I am definitely a person who needs sunlight to help with the brain. Time to pull out the grow light again and see if that helps.

I have saffron crocuses bulbs to plant, as well as bitter orange seeds to see if I can get to sprout. I'm thinking about using them as a back fence instead of the dratted barbed wire the extension service put up. I hate running into surprise!barbed wire, it means I have to be really watchful for tetanus. (Yes, my shot's up to date. I got my TDAP about a year ago.) Also, it'd be easier on a goat than metal fencing. If we ever get goats.

For some reason I keep thinking of Taylor Swift's 'Look What You Made Me Do' as a Sansa Stark song. I keep hearing it and thinking of her.

We got new-to-us furniture! We have a bunk bed we're going to put in the mudroom and we're getting a sectional with chaise lounges. Our current couch and reclining love seat will go to Linda in Baton Rouge. They had to get rid of their couch because someone brought bedbugs into the house. Alas.

I'm baking off brioche to see how this recipe works for small buns to take to SCA daytrip events so we can have lunch. I usually do a bread, a dried meat, boiled eggs, lemonade, and sometimes a sweet of some sort. I think chocolate chip cookies will be this one. I'd planned it for this weekend's Coronation, but Hurricane Nate sort of made that not happen. Coronation got moved to next weekend so instead of Four Horsemen, it's Four Horsemen of the Second Rise of the House of the Holy. ;) Still.
I am amused at us, though, because Gleann Abhann is the Stormborn Kingdom. Everyone else can call themselves that, but nobody else had their First Coronation under the Blue Tarps of Hurricane Recovery. You can't keep us down.

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