Kaymyth

I can sort of...temporarily rewire myself for big events like conventions. Like, instead of feeding off solitude, I can temporarily feed on geek energies. I still kind of have con-crash afterwards, and it's better if I not get too squished into a tight crowd, but I'm never at any point in danger of turning into a dithering ball of overstimulated human.

A lot of other folks have answered most of this pretty well. For some people, the introversion is more pronounced than others. For example, I may have to expend 2 spoons of energy to go to a party. My husband, on the other hand, will expend 4-5 spoons' worth for the same shindig. So some of us hold up better than others. Interestingly, he and I are both far enough on the introversion scale that we sort of cancel each other out when it's just the two of us. We're both perfectly comfortable sitting in silence with each other doing our own thing, and thus can be together without making social demands on each other. There is such a thing as an ambivert. Some people just settle into the middle of the scale, and are pretty comfortable alone or with people. A spray bottle of soapy water will kill it without harmful fumes or putting you too close into harm's way.

Naproxen is Aleve. Of all OTC pain meds (and some prescription-only), it's the one that works best on me. It just takes a little time to kick in. The worst is over, I do believe. I won't be letting the meds lapse for the next 24-48 hours, though.

....nope.

So, I stayed home from work sick today. Partly because I'm still feeling pretty crappy, and partly because I had been feeling so terribly crappy over the weekend that I could barely sleep at night. So I called in and used today to try to catch up and let my body do some actual healing. (I got 11 hours, I think. It sounds excessive until I tell you that it's more than I got the previous two nights combined. And I'm a person who needs my 7-8 hours when I'm healthy.) Cutting for excessive medical stuff and copious amounts of whining: Yeah. So. Better now, but that was scary.

Heh, I'm glad I'm not the only one who's that crazy. (I also had the hugest crush on Harper back when Andromeda was on the air, and I'm married to a quirky, smart-mouthed computer guy. Yes. I have a type.) Though I'm still not entirely sure that what we got was Wayne backstory or him getting into character with his method acting thing. And yes, AoL made it pretty clear that time bubbles of both type collapse when the creator exits them.

A somewhat more polished version, but yeah. Yay.

John de Lancie playing a character who is basically Q, more or less.

Since we retired the space shuttles, we don't have our own astronaut-movers anymore, but we still have space rockets. The Atlas V was the model launched last week; it was carrying a US Navy communication satellite to put up into orbit. Buzzkill = party pooper, basically. My brother had visions of mysterious UFOs dancing in his head and I "killed his buzz" with the (still cool) scientific explanation. You never quite get used to it, I don't think. I still sometimes have dreams about being back in school in some capacity or another. This is almost always accompanied by the classic "you have an exam and you haven't been to class all semester and oh, yeah, you forgot to put on clothes this morning" tropes.

Aarrrghhh, the accursed daystar, it rises! Heh. My brother shared up a YouTube video of that launch taken by a guy without a clue. He was all, "Aaa, what is this?!" And I responded and told him that it was an Atlas V launch and the shiny is because predawn sunlight in the upper atmosphere that made it all cool. And then he called me a buzzkill.

I'm working on it. At least we got the dog bathed. That's something, right? And now I'm going to go shower and then sit down and try and write something.

Welcome to the Sanderside. If anyone offers you a cookie, run.

Uuuugghhhhhh. I was supposed to go out with friends and do karaoke tonight. It ain't happening for me. Still too sick. And I couldn't even manage to squeeze out more than about four hours of sleep last night. It's a holiday weekend. I was going to accomplish things.

Well, I wanted to have a username that would be unique enough that I could use it everywhere without having to worry about it being taken. And it worked - I've been using this handle all over the internet for somewhere around a decade-and-a-half, and I've never seen anyone else using it. The only real hallmark that shows that I created it in my young adulthood is the 'th' ending; I've been a lifelong Pern fan, and I was still in a semi-obsessed stage with it, so I wanted something dragony. Because dragons were cool. Dragons are still cool.

I didn't think it actually got that bad until the writers' strike. When that happened, a bunch of plot threads got dumped and the entire show basically did a nosedive into a pile of lava.

I think it's reasonable to point at this juncture that we know a lot more about how Allomancy and Allomantic family lines work than the people in-world. We know that the power has faded to the point where natural-born Mistborn are all but impossible now, but it doesn't automatically follow that they do. To the Set, it might be perfectly reasonable to assume that if they try and combine the bloodlines descended straight from the Lord Mistborn then there's a shot at getting a Mistborn out of it in a few generations. Or they could be planning on spiking some of the women/using their offspring for spiking to try and increase the chances of a natural Allomantic line producing a Mistborn. And on the flip side, we don't know why they're trying to do whatever it is they're doing. Judging by Miles's rant at the end of the book, I think that they might know/believe that something is coming. Maybe they're aware of the existence of the Southern Scadrians and are preparing for a potential war. Maybe they're being fed paranoid misinformation from whatever was influencing Miles and/or drove Bloody Tam mad. Maybe they're just greedy jerks, or even a combination of all of these. We do know one thing about Brandon - his villains are never cut-and-dried evil. I think that this leaves the door open on Edwarn's motives - what if he believes that he's doing what's necessary to protect the Elendel Basin at large? He strikes me as an "ends justify the means" sort of person.

Oh...oh look at all these upvotes that just keep pouring out of my fingers. IT'S ALMOST LIKE BEING NICE TO PEOPLE IS A GOOD THING. Those...those monsters. #nineisawesome #itsnotamarathonifyoudon'tplaythemall Edit: Dear animators, Blue flame is HOTTER than red and yellow flame. Sincerely, All the science nerds ever.

Don't let it get to you. Despite having a happy-healthy 13-year-old dachshund now, I expect that there are doxie rescue groups out there who would take one look at my 3-level house and say, "Oh, no, a dachshund can't handle that many stairs. No dog for you!" Bonus demerits for both of us working full time.

Some breed rescues are great. Others are a nightmare. I've actually heard stories about some rescue groups who are so stringent that if everyone in the house has a full-time job/school, they won't approve you because the dog will be left at home alone during the day. Others will turn you down if you don't have a fenced yard. Some will nix you because you live in an apartment and not a house. It's a crap shoot entirely dependent on the people running the thing.

Agreed. A general lack of enthusiasm can be the start of the tip-over. The sooner you get to a doctor to start getting a handle on things, the less you're going to fall and the easier it will be to get yourself back onto an even keel. I am coming down with a cold, just in time for the three-day weekend. *sigh* Last night was so much sore throat. And...spoiler tags for gross: Non-gross version - I have really thick post nasal drip that is causing a sore throat. This is just a harbinger of things to come. I probably shouldn't complain too much; I mean, I generally only get sick once a year these days. But it'd be nice if I could be like my husband and get sick practically never.

Cross-state taxes are bad enough; there's a reason we moved to the Kansas side of the state line this year. I don't even want to contemplate the horrendous paperwork that is international tax filing.

:lol: I'm sorry, I know that Lee Pace has had a couple of major roles recently in which he does sinister and brooding quite well. But in my mind, he's still the slightly doofy older brother from Wonderfalls.

Oh, you can emigrate to another country. But you still have to pay US federal income tax on whatever you make in that other country. It's pretty rough, really.