the Faire Folk diet

i try on my bodice last night as i'm getting all my faire stuff together in the night-before checklist. annoying, my body has once again pulled one of its favorite stunts: waiting to shrink until the interval between making a very complicated custom piece of clothing, and the first time i have to wear it.

i swear, this thing fit fine last sunday. but now it's going to have to be laced so that it overlaps in the front.

over the years i've been working on recovering from the biopsy-induced lack of exercise and thus weight gain, i can be eating right and exercising dutifully for months, and see no change in my measurements. actual decrease in numbers on a scale has never been my strong point, either. i'm quite capable of losing eight inches in my waist, but gaining twenty pounds. this used to frustrate the hell out of me, because hey, i'm human and i like to have positive reinforcement at regular intervals. but now apparently i've found the secret! all i have to do to get my body to get with the program is to make an incredibly complicated piece of custom clothing and then have an event to wear it to!

hey, when i factor in all the materials and cost and time… this is cheaper than jenny craig or weight watchers or HRM. i think i'm on to something… i'll call it the Faire Folk diet.

kai

from this afternoon, taken by j. i like the dead leaves in the cracked patio, as kai is in the winter of her life. she's going to be 12 in a couple of weeks, and that's quite old for a rottweiler/shepherd mix.

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the flu

i'd really like to be over the flu anytime now, thanks. i drug myself
in to work at Saltmine U yesterday and today, and spent both days
longing to throw myself on the cozy floor of my office and sleep. i was
going to go camping this weekend, but given the weather forecast and
this feeling of having been beaten about the head and shoulders with a
bat, it's probably best i not go. though i am disappointed in missing
out on male bonding time.™

worst of all, there are no new books in my house. i've read every one.
this is a hell peculiar to English majors, to be ill, but with nothing
new to read. ugh. it's probably punishment for every library fine i've
ever accrued.

mûmak!

mûmak!

i really need to finish this ridiculously large miniature one day, when i have time to kill and nothing pressing to do. this was a payment for some minor, but crucial HTML back in 2005. the mûmakil of the haradrim trampling across the theatre screen were everything my six-year-old self ever wanted in an oliphaunt: the sheer destructive joy of the id.