dglenn: Lego-ish figure in blue dress, with beard and breasts, holding sword and electric guitar (lego-blue)
posted by [personal profile] dglenn at 10:44pm on 2007-07-27 under

Smashed my thumb. *pout*

dglenn: Spaceship superimposed on a whirling vortex (departure)
posted by [personal profile] dglenn at 09:10am on 2007-06-22 under , ,

Dear blood-cooler,

If you're going to squirt out whatever hormone it is that keeps our muscles from moving when we dream we're moving, it doesn't really do any of us any good unless you actually fall asleep instead of a) lying there thinking thinky thoughts and not feeling rested and b) being quite annoyingly aware that our damned nose itches!

Hmph.

-- the rest of the body

P.S.: What's up with this bit where the online resources say the effect usually only lasts a few seconds and just feels like longer, but a clock within view and the number of buses I hear going by both tell me that it really was more like twenty five minutes?

dglenn: Spaceship superimposed on a whirling vortex (departure)
posted by [personal profile] dglenn at 09:07am on 2007-06-22 under , ,

Dear blood-cooler,

If you're going to squirt out whatever hormone it is that keeps our muscles from moving when we dream we're moving, it doesn't really do any of us any good unless you actually fall asleep instead of a) lying there thinking thinky thoughts and not feeling rested and b) being quite annoyingly aware that our damned nose itches!

Hmph.

-- the rest of the body

P.S.: What's up with this bit where the online resources say the effect usually only lasts a few seconds and just feels like longer, but a clock within view and the number of buses I hear going by both tell me that it really was more like twenty five minutes?

dglenn: My face, wearing black beret, with guitar neck in corner of frame (pw34)

Ow ow ow ow ow and yuck.

I just sliced open the tip of my little toe. (When it happened, I thought I'd just munged the toenail. Nope, a flap of skin, meaning a larger (but still fortunately small) quantity of blood to wipe up.) I'm really not sure how I managed to do that, since it didn't feel like I whacked it that hard (enough to burst the skin, that is) and I can't find a sharp edge on the thing I kicked (I was trying to step over it, off balance). The big issue isn't really the yuck or the ow so much as its being a tricky spot to keep pressure on if I want to be able to do anything but sit here and hold it for the next however long it takes to close. Feh.

Might make wearing shoes to go out later interesting. Took a bit of jiggling to fit the improvised bandage into a slipper.

Of course, silly me, before I put my slippers on I tried to pick something up off the floor -- I hadn't realized how much I use my little toe for that, but having a big, clunky, poofy bandage on it interfered with my ability to grab something with my first two toes. I'd never really paid attention to the mechanics of picking things up with my feet; I'm going to have to analyze just what it is that I do now that my curiosity has been piqued.

And in the meantime, remind myself to use the other damned foot. Er ... and to check the bandage in a while to see if the toe has stopped bleeding yet.

Now to go check the floor between here and the bathroom for blood to wipe up. Feh.


{ETA: I'm having a major attack of the clumsies today. Since slicing up my toe, I've also been knocking things over and dropping stuff left and right. :-( I wonder whether this is related to how badly my arms and legs were hurting last night carrying instruments and groveries into the house, and my arms feeling kinda weak this morning. (The pain is less now than it was last night but it still hurts to lift my arms even if I'm not holding anything.)]

dglenn: Photo of clouds shaped like an eye and arched eyebrow (sky-eye)

The good news is that the temperature in my house is now down to 77°F (thanks, I presume, to that tropical storm somewhere south of here), which means that I can be comfortable as long as I do not move, and have a fan blowing on me.

The bad news is that the humidity is up to 70%, so the moment I expend a Joule more than what I dissipate resting (say, by standing up, for example, or bending over to pick something up) or interfere with the airflow (by putting on a bathrobe or other clothing), I'm instantly dripping with sweat again, which doesn't want to evaporate.

*sigh* At least it's cool enough for Perrine to hang out with me in the bedroom again.

Okay, just a couple more things left to do, then a quick shower to rinse off the sweat and a retreat into immobility to try to cool off again. Take out the trash, check the laundry, check the buckets under the leak in the roof. And maybe I'll stay asleep longer than fifteen minutes on my next attempt.

dglenn: Kickdrum (bass drum) with sneakers on the side legs (kickdrum)
posted by [personal profile] dglenn at 12:57pm on 2007-06-01 under ,

Dammit, life would be so much more convenient if the muse had a snooze button. (Was nearly asleep after a long night failing to sleep, when something popped up and demanded to be written down.)

dglenn: Me in poufy shirt, kilt, and Darth Vader mask, playing a bouzouki (vader)
posted by [personal profile] dglenn at 04:38am on 2007-05-28 under ,

Yak-shaving. *grrr* At least the dialogue box that told me to install that library should have warned me yak-shaving would be required, even if, "for patent reasons", it couldn't provide a way to sidestep the yak-shaving entirely.

I guess some folks will consider it a silver lining of sorts that I have gotten annoyed enough to think I should switch to an unencumbered codec on principle even though I did manage to get what I was looking for; at the moment I'm just sleepy and cranky and completely distracted from the project I started this whole excercise for in the first place.

(Oh yeah, lots of clues on the web, uh huh. But most of them only made any sense after I'd found The Rest Of The Story elsewhere on the web to provide the necessary context, a few hours into the mess.)

dglenn: Spaceship superimposed on a whirling vortex (departure)
posted by [personal profile] dglenn at 03:00pm on 2007-04-24 under , ,

Today's pleasant surprise: the double bass fits into a 1989 Mazda 626 sedan more easily than into a 1990 Honda Accord sedan. The trunk of the 626 looks a whole lot smaller than the Accord's, so fewer guitars will probably fit there, but the opening uncovered by folding down the rear seat is wider so the bottom of the bass can go entirely into the trunk -- which means that the neck of the bass sits between the front seats as it does in a hatchback, instead of over the front passenger seat as it did in the Accord, so if I get a 626 I'll be able to carry the bass and a passenger at the same time. Maneuvering the instrument into the car is still awkward (I couldn't get it to fit in through the trunk so it still had to go in through a rear door) but marginally easier to accomplish than with the Accord.

Today's somewhat less pleasant surprise: some idiot had slashed a bunch of tires in the apartment complex where the 626's owner lives, including one of the tires on the 626, so I couldn't test drive it. But it's supposed to have a new tire on it later this afternoon, so the plan is to head back out to White Marsh then and see how the car feels, then (probably) sort out how to deal with getting it inspected. It's going to need a muffler, and probably a front turn signal lens, but the windshield is fine and I didn't notice any significant rust. I don't know whether Maryland inspections care about the hole in the trunk lid where half the 'M' in "Mazda" is broken off (a hole that's supposed to be filled by one of the mounting pins of the logo). I presume a right front turn signal lens is the kind of thing I ought to be able to find cheaply at Crazy Ray's, right? (I've never been there, just heard lots about it from various friends.)

The big questions at this point, of course, are "do I feel safe driving it?" and "how much are tho repairs needed to pass inspection going to cost?" The price is low enough to leave a little room for repairs, but not a whole lot. If a muffler isn't too expensive and there are no surprises on the inspection, this car may be it. Wish me kuck,


In the meantime, this humidity is killing me. You know how folks love to say, "It's not the heat, it's the humidity," and they're often full of crap (that is, sometimes the heat's enough, and more often it's the combination of the two)? Well today I dare say it really is the humidity, not the heat. The Meteorological Oppressiveness Factor was up into the miserable range well before the thermometer broke 80°F (the probe hanging outside my bedroom window is currently reporting 84°F -- I had a reading of over 50% relative humidity this morning when the temperature indoors and out was in the 70s (F), and at the moment the indoor numbers for the bedroom are 78°F and 44%).

Having some sort of adjustment period between the chilly weather and the muggy weather (like, perhaps, the season known in past years as "Spring") might have been nice. I'm feeling drained and wilted and a bit sticky. Bleah. (I wonder how my typo rate changes when I feel like this. I'll proofread this when it's cooler and count 'em up.)


Have I mentioned lately how much I hate car shopping?

dglenn: Spaceship superimposed on a whirling vortex (departure)

(or: Twenty Five Minutes Of Typing In Lieu Of A Scream)

Poor sleep all week,
Constantly feeling tired / sleepy / dizzy / achy / weak,
Out of sorts and out of synch;
Too many 'to-do's put off "until I feel well enough to cope".

Tired enough to think I had a chance
To find my way to slumber early;
Took my meds, then fought my own damn legs
With TheraCane® and Knobble®, and fingers and toes and stubbornness
And actually managed sleep by one-ish,
Early for me (especially this week) and sorely (so to speak) needed.

Oh-four-hundred;
Awake again,
No discernable reason
(Maybe a dream),
Goddammit.

Naught remains but to blog a complaint,
However whiny,
Because a shriek of frustration, or even a suitable howl
Would frighten the cat and wake the housemate.

I say again
(or rather type, silently):
Goddammit.

dglenn: Kickdrum (bass drum) with sneakers on the side legs (kickdrum)

The good: I've got a ride to MTT tomorow morning, and as a bonus I get to see a friend I haven't seen in ages.

The bad: Though all I've accomplished today is searching for a ride, looking for a car, a little LJ, and getting ready to go out, I am exhausted nearly to the point of tears. My body hurts; my head hurts. And I didn't manage to coordinate seeing another friend I haven't seen in ages, who is briefly on this coast. :-(

I also didn't make it to the free concert I'd wanted to go to. But although I really did want to go to that, I didn't have my heart set on it -- so that's just an ordinary everyday disappointment rather than a full-blown, missed-opportunity, full-volume "ARGH!" like missing a chance to hang out with [livejournal.com profile] aliza250

The neutral: I have not yet sorted out how I'm getting from MTT to the HCB concert tomorrow evening, nor how I'll be getting home from that, but I'm a little less worried about those actually, and there are a couple of tentative possibilities ... I also have no idea how I'll get back to MTT on Sunday, but I also don't know whether the weather is going to allow the second day of MTT to take place -- I think I'm going to keep an eye out for travel options for Sunday but postpone getting all stressified over it until I see what the weather is going to do.

Let's see whether a spot of dinner and a large dose of ibuprofen make me feel less any less like crying. Then I'll try to finish getting garb&gear all lined up and ready for tomorrow. This is probably a night for comfort-food.

Gotta remember to bring a tarp to protect the bass in case the rain comes early or sorting out a ride to Greenbelt comes late.

dglenn: Kickdrum (bass drum) with sneakers on the side legs (kickdrum)

Argh. Okay, first the good: after a frustrating no-sleep night due to leg cramps,I finally did manage to fall asleep late in the afternoon. But the bad: I slept through my alarm and didn't wake up until [livejournal.com profile] fidhle phoned halfway through rehearsal to ask whether I was coming.     :-(     Last rehearsal before a gig, too. (This after such careful planning to ensure that I would have a ride to rehearsal. I say again: argh.)

Trial tomorrow, of the guy who wrecked my car. I'm not sure how (or whether) I'm getting there. I'm an "on call" witness; if they call all of us in at the same time, I'll try to catch a ride with one of my neighbours. I don't know whether any of my neighbours are going if not called. (We have to be near a phone and not more than an hour travel from the courthouse.) I guess worst case, I'll take a cab. I wonder whether I'd get reimbursed for that, since the trial is about the reason I don't have my own car to drive there.

Crowded weekend coming up, about which I'll post more when I'm just a tad more alert. I will have to miss at least two different things I wanted to go to on Saturday because three events happen at the same (well, overlapping) time in three different cities; I'm probably going to choose between those three based on which will put me in a better position to catch a ride to the fourth ... and then I need to sort out Sunday.

I'm so tempted to just take the first car I test-drove and gamble on the cost of getting it through inspection, just to get the hated car-shopping process over with, and to make transportation decisions relatively straightforward again. Not smart perhaps, but tempting.

At least the weekend should be fun (if awfully tiring) once I do sort out the transportation details. I think. I'm not certain yet whether I'll have a way to get the double bass to the places where I'd said I would play it. And at least I learned a few basic ImageMagick tricks this morning while not-sleeping (though I couldn't figure out how to get the animated GIF that I wanted to use as an LJ icon down to an allowable size without losing a lot of what made me want to use it in the first place ... maybe there's a way I haven't figured out yet.)

dglenn: Lego-ish figure in blue dress, with beard and breasts, holding sword and electric guitar (lego-blue)
posted by [personal profile] dglenn at 12:10am on 2007-04-11 under , ,

I wish to lodge a formal complaint. I should not be dealing with "wake up feeling like I'm drowning in snot" levels of pollen at the same time as I am needing to keep track of my gloves because my fingers get cold when I go outside. This is simply wrong.

In other news, there's tonight's dinner ... The burrito, about four-fifths eaten, decided to attempt to fight back by launching a last-ditch counteroffensive against my face and shirt. Fortunately I headed off the shirt attack at my chin and ultimately emerged victorious with the burrito inside me. The shirt is safe and the burrito has been defeated devoured.

dglenn: Me in kilt and poofy shirt, facing away, playing acoustic guitar behind head (cyhmn)

The good: I just realized that with all the stuff I did yesterday and the additional handicap of doing it starting too early and on too litle sleep, I managed it without needing to take codeine, and with only my ordinary daily dose of Ultram & ibuprofen.

The bad: today I feel utterly craptastic despite having caught up on sleep. My planned short grocery run today is hereby postponed. As is just about everything else under consideration for today. I'll maybe watch some of the television I slept through last night (if I decide that I can bear being exposed to the traffic noise from outside without earplugs), poke haphazardly at a PHP thingie I'm toying with, try to remember what email seemed so urgent to deal with today when I was thinking about it last night, and rest.

Maybe I'll be in shape to do the fun things I wanted to do tomorrow by tomorrow if I let my body catch up this evening.

Still, being able to get through as much of yesterday as I did before I fell over is something.


The power steering fluid is still leaking, but I think I managed to slow it down a little. I'll know better after another day or so of watching it. At least the 'stuttering" of the power assist when making turns at low speed has gone away (though the "mushiness" at high speeds is not related).

I'm getting tired of having half a car. I can drive to the grocery store, so it's not as bad as the time I've had to lug groceries home in a backppack, but I'm still stuck when it comes to anything far enough away to make me nervous about breaking down, or for which there's no reasonable alternative to highways where the minimum safe speed is higher than the "feels unstable" speed of my car right now. Which means any of the rehearsals lately, at least one upcoming gig, visiting [livejournal.com profile] anniemal, and most social stuff. And my selection of stores to shop at is limited by this as well.

Thing is, even when the insurance stuff finally does get sorted out, I don't know whether I'll be any better off. With a $250 deductible on uninsured-motorist claims, I'm not sure how I'll be able to afford to repair/replace my car even after I get the insurance money.

In the meantime, I patiently move the car from one side of the street to the other and back twice a week...


I had some strange dreams last night and this morning. In one, I was helping an older me balance our checkbook by carefully frying receipts in vegetable oil, while a younger me asked questions.

dglenn: Kickdrum (bass drum) with sneakers on the side legs (kickdrum)
posted by [personal profile] dglenn at 01:02am on 2007-03-18 under ,

I'm calling these "stray peeves" because I haven't adopted them as pets yet, though a DNA test will show each to be closely related to a pet peeve of mine regarding readability/useability vs. "stylishness" or unfortunate limitations resulting from poorly chosen assumptions.

1) Who formats an entire story deliberately center-justified and using a stylesheet that doesn't leave any space between paragraphs? Not the way to get anybody to bother reading what you took all that trouble to write...

2) Webcartoonists who use eensy weensy fonts in their speech bubbles don't usually annoy me as much as they do right now; I guess this is really a browser complaint: why can't I magnify the images in most browsers? (Related to this, I was looking at sites with a lot of math on them earlier, and most of the equations were done as images; it would have been nice to be able to scale those as well.) It works in Opera; why not in Firefox and Konqueror? Or am I supposed to keep changing my screen resolution when I switch apps, or even when I switch tabs within the browser and go to pages laid out for different screen sizes?

3) [related to #2] I want Opera to be reliable again! I don't know whether it's some configuration issue specific to my Debian machine or a problem others have been having with Opera 9, but when I upgraded to 9.10, Opera started hanging at odd intervals and needing to be killed manually and restarted. I'm currently running 9.20 and having similar trouble. Until now, Opera's been a rock, and there are a bunch of little things I took for granted that I really miss when I use Firefox (well, Iceweasel, the Debian-badged build of Firefox). I want to be able to go back to just using Opera again.

I thought other browsers had caught up to Opera by now, and that switching would be mostly a matter of getting used to subtle differences in the user interface aesthetic. I've been telling people looking for an alternative to MSIE, "I like Opera myself, but a lot of my friends really like Firefox and apparently it's about as good; I suggest either of those." But it turns out that Opera's still actually ahead when it comes to features I use regularly. After having used Firefox for a few weeks, I think I'm going to have to go back to simply recommending, "Install Opera" -- at least once I know they've got it stable under Linux again.

Hey, at least when Opera does need to be killed, the next time I restart it I'm right back where I left off with all the same tabs open and the same pages loaded. When Firefox crashes, whatever I was in the middle of goes bye-bye. I've heard there's a plug-in I can download to give it Opera-like session recovery capability, but I haven't gotten around to digging up the info on that yet.

I don't think Opera 9.10 has the same problem under Windows, but I'm not sure -- I think I put 9.10 on the WinXP laptop I borrow when visiting [livejournal.com profile] anniemal, but I don't remember for sure. The Win2K machine in the other bedroom has had its RAM tied up with other stuff lately so I hven't gotten around to upgrading the browser past Opera 8.51 yet -- maybe after I get around to closing the other apps I've had running there. And I'm guessing that if a lot of other Linux users were having this problem with 9.x, I'd have heard screaming by now. I'm hoping the next beta release will fix it for me.

dglenn: Me in kilt and poofy shirt, facing away, playing acoustic guitar behind head (Default)
posted by [personal profile] dglenn at 03:48pm on 2007-03-03 under ,

Argh. Body getting to the 'fall over soon' point. Still hoping to find ride for tonight, but feeling less than certain I'll be in any shape to make it anyhow -- current plan is to hope that I can get a short nap and show up late. Wanted to go to a free concert in Rockville tomorrow (again, assuming I can find a ride from Baltimore), but given the way I feel now, I'm pretty sure this weekend will be either tonight's party or the concert but not both (if I manage to gather enough spoons to get to either).

Feel like I'm moving & thinking in slow motion. This annoys. Wanna have a social life, doggone it; wanna see folks I haven't seen in too long. *pout* (Did make it to one dinner party last month, fortunately, but there are a lot of people I've not managed to see in a very long time.)

Oof. Just reread above. Need to improve disposition before inflicting myself on others. Well, managing to recover enough to go out will also improve mood, if I manage that. Here's hoping.

Started day w/ much more optimism despite poor sleep. Failure to get back to sleep to rectify deficit is big part of current mood/condition.

dglenn: Lego-ish figure in blue dress, with beard and breasts, holding sword and electric guitar (lego-blue)
posted by [personal profile] dglenn at 12:15pm on 2007-02-25 under ,

Hey, waitaminute ... why is the snow only sticking to the sidewalk I'll have to shovel later, not on the other side of the street?

Snowing Unfairly

Photo taken ~11:40

dglenn: Close-up of my eyes+nose+moustache (i-see-you)

An empty semi is a curious sort of drum. Instead of striking the top or side with hands or sticks, one plays it from beneath by lifting it up and slamming it against the ground, using a bump in the road to do so.

A striking feature of the eighteen wheeled drum is its usefulness for generating sond effects. While it is probably a bit unwieldy for a Foley artist to use, a truck of the proper dimensions can sound exactly like a small cannon (such as the kind fired at some college football games after a touchdown by the home team).

So unless there is a handgun that literally sounds like a cannon, I was jolted rather painfully awake after far too little sleep earlier this morning by a truck exceeding the speed limit going north on Fulton Ave. hitting the dip in the intersection at Lombard and bouncing twice. (I heard three shots in quick succession, too quickly to reload a cannon, so if it was actual cannon, it had to have been three of them. Three people both boneheaded enough to fire a cannon in broad daylight in the middle of SoWeBo and able to obtain cannon in the first place, all choosing to roll their guns down the sidewalk in a group artillery outing, strikes me as sufficiently unlikely to say that ol' Willie of O. would have concluded pretty quickly that a commonplace lorry traveling unusually fast is a more likely explanation.)

I haven't heard shouting, nor sirens, so I'm blaming an anonymous truck-driver for how much my back hurts from being jolted awake like that and how crappily underslept I feel.

I did warn y'all I might be extra cranky for a few days, right?

dglenn: Lego-ish figure in blue dress, with beard and breasts, holding sword and electric guitar (lego-blue)

This annoys. I had really wanted to get to 3LF tonight. I'd told multiple people I planned to be there. I'd made plans to talk to folks there, made plans for after, and was looking forward to getting in some double-bass time.

My body did not cooperate with this plan. *grumble* When I realized I was running behind schedule (before rehearsal had started, but when I should have already been in the car on my way there), I sent mail saying that I was running about an hour behind but hadn't given up on going yet. Problem is, my body was moving more and more slowly, not gaining momentum.

Part of this is the fibromyalgia, the fatigue associated with it, and fallout from the sleep-wackiness tangled up in it. My sleep schedule is kinda inside-out this week (two inconveniently-timed "OhMyGodIGottaLieDownNowZzzzz" crashy periods a day and difficulty falling asleep when I want to to try to shift the pattern around), which doesn't help, right there. I'm not sure whether I'd be recovered yet from the effort of the Pirate Feast (Saturday) otherwise, but I'm fighting off an illness and that's playing hob with my "get-stuff-done"-itude as well. (So far the fight is a draw, with the illness not getting enough of a toehold for me to tell whether it'll be more cold-like or more flu-like, but my not quite managing to get it to leave me alone and stop threatening to knock me down more thoroughly. I'm still producing enough snot to wake me up feeling like I'm choking, but not all the time. I'm going through my garlic supply rapidly and will need to buy more soon, and am trying to get a lot of rest and a lot of warm liquids, plus vitamin C and zinc.) Still, I'd really hoped to make it to rehearsal tonight. Especially with the number of rehearsals in a row that I've missed recently.

So ... this is me being frustrated and annoyed, grumbling and trying to pretend that there's a meaningful difference between this grumble and a whine. (They really should be different things, but hey, there's overlap.)

So I guess I'll try to build up my quotes-queue a bit and maybe get a little non-whiny writing done, if I don't fall asleep first. And try to make it out of the house tomorrow for other things. And really, really hope that I face fewer obstacles getting to rehearsal next week (and, importantly, the rehearsal and recording session scheduled for Friday and Saturday).

dglenn: My face, wearing black beret, with guitar neck in corner of frame (pw34)
posted by [personal profile] dglenn at 08:23am on 2007-01-10 under , ,

Very draining day yesterday, still tired from it; will try to get to replying to comments this afternoon, but I have been reading them. Did catch this on a site that [livejournal.com profile] siderea linked to (after following a chain of "that looks interesting" and "what does that mean?" links):

"Some patients experience significant relief of symptoms, some find moderate improvement, and others report little or no relief. Only about 5% of fibromyalgia patients become symptom free."

Okay, I've gotten used to the fact that my body seems determined to be cussedly atypical in all sorts of ways, but doggone it, if it's going to do unusual stuff, why couldn't it have landed in that unusual and lucky five percent? *pout*

dglenn: Me in poufy shirt, kilt, and Darth Vader mask, playing a bouzouki (vader)
posted by [personal profile] dglenn at 01:13pm on 2006-12-23 under

"[...] Either you can't get tickets to the Tut exhibit, or ya got green stuff stuck in your teeth. [...]"

File server crashed. Claimed the drive geometry was wrong when it tried to reboot. Jiggled things (didn't even unplug that drive cable!) and suddenly it's acting like nothing's wrong. Fsck'ing the main drive now, with fingers crossed.

Sheesh.

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