Kaymyth

....sometimes....

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August 4, according to your profile.

To my knowledge, then, that makes: you, this guy who started the thread here, and Rubix.

I may have actually broken that thread by jumping into it and defending...Steris.

For not descending into the "not-Kaymyth" madness that is surely about to plague us again now that I have posted a new bit on this thread.

Thanks! That's 2 down, 33 to go. It's a start. Heh. I don't know; nobody lets me near Siri for fear that my mere presence will turn her into Skynet. Apple products just do not like me.

For being young enough to be my child, yet drawing skills that far surpass my own poor mortal abilities.

You know, guys, I believe that there are threads for bad jokes. Week 1 of weight loss regimen: 2 pounds lost. Hello, astonished digestive system, how are you today? I expect that rate will slow down; I'm really shooting for a pound a week here. I'm also kind of amused at my tracking app. It praises me for good choices with things like, "This food is high in vitamin A!" or "This food is high in calcium!" But it also gets shirty with me when I eat things it doesn't want me to eat. "Your goal is to stay under X grams of sugar today." It's so polite about it, but I can just sense this undertone of passive-aggressive judgeyness that's just fantastic.

To be perfectly fair, when it comes to age-related snark, I have entirely too many potential targets for my taste. Remember these words of wisdom: "Inside every older person is a young person wondering what the hell happened." If that's supposed to be Odin, how come he has both of his eyes intact? It's...definitely R. So R. About as R as R can be.

I'm assuming they challenged each other to who could handle the hottest sauce? ...really, there are no true winners in that scenario.

Bardic Circle happening at Gaia (my Pagan Unitarian Universalist church) today. Problems, man. "The Sailor's Wife" (or "River's Song" to my fellow Browncoats out there) has some arpeggiation fingerings that are a bit tricky on flute. But they're dead easy on Irish whistle! Except that my high 'B' keeps breaking fuzzy. I can play it perfectly clearly on its own, but slap it into the song and it's a hot mess. I now have to admit that my whistle chops are out of shape. Which means my oboe chops must be even worse. argh music fail flop

In your case, if this is not typical behavior, I'd look for some mark of high stress that's causing her to lash out in frustration at a handy target. Yeah, it sucks and it's not fair, but your mom's human. I'd say that there's something else bothering her that she doesn't feel like she's allowed to complain about, or is something that she can't do anything about, and you just got caught in the crossfire. Yep! In fact, random nonsense was what this thread series was founded on. It's just sort of become the unofficial de-facto forum socializing thread for a specific subset of Sharders by happenstance. Be careful. I might scare away the monsters. Eek. To...Texas? Are you sure that's safe? *snerk* That's more or less what I thought you'd say as soon as I saw Twi's post. Sanders isn't left enough for you.

Yep. He posted about it on his main site the day he introduced Wrecan as a character.

I am le tired. Oh, look! There's a warm bed in the next room with a warm husband in it! And they're both all mine.

I imagine it's because they don't know yet; he'll be alternating those books with Dresden Files, like he did when he was writing Codex Alera. Flipping back and forth between worlds is how he stays fresh and sane. I enjoyed it thoroughly; it has a different feel from Dresden Files, and definitely way different pacing. And a LOT more points of view. It's glorious and kind of weird and the sentient cats are hilarious. Oh, hot glue gun burns, how I hate thee. I've got some interesting scars on my hands from working chain and scale mail, too. You can really rip some holes in your flesh when the pliers slip.

Eh, they were fluff, but they were fun fluff. I don't mind a bit of fluff now and then. You might like Jim Butcher's new Cinder Spires novels. The Aeronaut's Windlass definitely has some meatier worldbuilding to it, along with a lot of hints of things behind the scenes that we can't see yet. Yep, that was me! I am the crazy woman who learns new skills solely for the sake of cosplay. And...you never truly stop damaging yourself. One of my mottos is, "It's not really a cosplay until you've bled for it."

More fixing. Yeah. I'm still not sure what the fur-flinging heck is going on there, but it's really, really weird.

See, I enjoyed the movie well enough, but thought the book was absolute rubbish in comparison. And the best part of the book is where Lestat is set on fire. Really. It would have been the perfect place to end the entire series. There's a thread out there about books people were disappointed in where I post a detailed whinefest about how much I hated that book. I won't clutter this one up by repeating myself. Much.

Not to mention this: Imagine yourself as a normal steel Compounder. How do you find out where that upper limit is? How do you know where to draw the line between "I am the Flash!" and "I am a broken mess of squish!" Do you push yourself to test those limits, risking horrible injury and death? Or do you play it safe and stay in a more reasonable, human range? I'm guessing that except in very extreme cases, most people are gonna go with the latter most of the time.

Interview With a Vampire is the only book of hers I've read. It was enough. It was awful. I had to force myself to slog through that mess. I think a lot of it is that I just can't stand her writing style. It's so flowery and burns pages and pages and pages on pointless description. I mean, yes, I understand how curtains are a very important part of a vampire's life. But as a reader, I'm just not interested in reading about the color, pattern, fabric type, and exact draping pattern of every set in every room that any of them ever set foot into. And it really didn't help that I sort of hated every. single. character.

Someone should tell Chaos we find him a walking buddy! Welcome! Beware of the cookies. They're unpleasantly sharp.

You haven't heard me wax poetic about my hatred of Anne Rice.

I'm definitely feeling the Bern. Lucky me, I'm in a caucus state, so no secret ballot primary. I'm sure I'll catch flak from someone for being a "bad feminist" for not supporting Hillary. I'll be happy to show them exactly how many storms I give about their opinion. (Hint: it's zero.)