call your own bluff

So, on the trip up, they lost my suitcase. This caused a number of problems, and one very odd consequence in the form of us collectively having to thank my father. Mostly, what was in the bag were clothes, many of them brand new, and a couple pieces of replaceable jewellery, but I did lose one very important flash drive, and the SD card I work from. That led to being thankful for Google Docs, which I cannot let stand, so as of January it's been decided I'm signing up for Dropbox Plus.

Here and now, though, I came back to a wall of stress, an appointment I couldn't reschedule, and feelings.

Instead of dealing with any of that, though, I've drabbled a short petopher thing, and now I've circled back to Stiles and Peter, and the possibilities there. Yay for avoidance! (And fic.)

I finished writing something yesterday. 'Finished' meaning it's ready for a beta, but considering I haven't actually finished writing anything in literal years...

It's Potterverse stuff and I went to the discord automatically because I know no one who betas for that fandom. Now it's out of my hands and that's not nerve-wracking at all.

But now I'm thinking about Stiles and Peter and that whole sector of content. And the way I've been going off on tangents, I can't help but wonder if that one is next...

in keeping with the theme of being able to write everything except what I'm supposed to be working on, I was migrating everything to my icloud notes for the sake of certainty, and it turns out that at last count I have twenty (and counting) active drafts.

send help.

I am not good at keeping a regular blog. I have never been good at keeping any kind of regular daily or semi-daily record of any kind, in my whole life - I just suck at it. But we're a week out from NaNo, two weeks out from perhaps the most important midterms of our time, and then there's the lost weekend trip in December. So maybe, just maybe, with Things Happening, I'll finally get my house in order?

Not that I'm even remotely holding my breath.

so during yesterday's linkstorm, I did a brief test in the form of two tweets to see what sort of consequences would come of my talking about/retweeting the sex toy reviewers I've been learning from the last couple of days.

when deciding to do this test, I was thinking about the fact that following certain people was inevitably going to lead to the 'why are you retweeting a sex blogger' conversation, and the various ways that this could play out.

In all of this thinking through the potential consequences, not once did it occur to me that what would happen would instead be the blogger whose linkstorm I was caught in, herself, replying to me. did not see that coming. had absolutely no idea how to respond.

and then after that, and a conversation with a lovely person who for some reason continues to be okay with me going all rantypants on them, I proceeded to spend a really unreasonable length of time laughing about and at Lord Byron. even with the breaks in.

still sorta laughing about it on the inside. now have the new kinkshaming lord byron tag to live up to and a few toy related things in various stages of what the fuck. so.

and then everything takes a very sudden and bizarre trip through fixing stumbleupon, and I'm given a pointed reminder that every time I see a garfunkel and oates video the world gets just a little bit weirder for a while

getting your house in order process, so far, has yielded:

• a near-total purge of both facebook and public twitter
• making the lateral shift to firefox's ESR and
• a quick edit of an xkit extension
• multiple hours trying to choose the correct etherpad instance
• followed by doing in two hours what I've entirely failed to do in several weeks re: curation lists
• proceeding to flounder aimlessly for the remainder of yesterday
• several attempts and much frustration trying to reacquire access to this account
• immediate access credential changes, obviously

and now here we are in the middle of this mess.