I'd like to take this time to thank the Universe, Freya, Thor and the gang for keeping things quiet for the last little while. No catastrophes, no crises. Nice, smooth sailing.
I did some basic Swedish history reading and found out that most of the Swedish Vikings did not travel west (only 25% of Sweden's coast line faces west), they traveled east, and then overland to rivers and basically settling and building western Russia and Ukraine. They were known in their travels as the "Rus". Lots of trading and colonizing and settling and assimilating and melding in and very little pillaging. The few that went west with the Danes and the Norweigians were also "settler" minded more than "conquer" minded and went as far as Scotland to find new places to live (okay, well, actually they came this way, played around in Greenland for a while and went back to Europe). So, yay for Swedish Vikings not being the evil creatures that Vikings have been portrayed to be all of these years. Next, I get into the mythology. Far more fascinating than anything pagan Greece or Rome ever gave us, I'm really excited to start reading the legends.
So wow, my people settled Russia. Though my Swedish name is not at all common in Russia, I have no proof it was used by my great grandparents in Sweden, just here, so it could have been assigned to my Great Grandfather when he arrived. Until I have discretionary cash enough to get a month's worth of Ancestry.com, it will remain a mystery to me. And that won't be for a while.
And why is that, you ask? Because I got one of my new shirts/blouses yesterday. And I'm going to buy (with a couple of size alterations) the clothes I want from that Rose Wholesale place in China. I am happy enough with them, and not surprised by their deficits. Those dresses and that skirt will look great with my new boots that are on the way. And the harem pants are just for lounging around the house, because I hate sweats, so I'm going to go get the largest size they have and just take in the waist if I need to.
Today, with the Doctor Who Nativity Scene on my mind, I asked Doc if one could still purchase small wood scraps from Home Depot. He started freaking out on me. Why did I put this kind of pressure on him? How was he supposed to get lumber home on his bike? What was I trying to do to him? Didn't I realize he was buying his chainsaw on a stick online because he couldn't figure out how to get it home from the store? How stupid was I? And how incredibly rude that I would try to put something on him like this, he tried to do everything for me and it was never enough.
I did not burst into tears. I came really close, but I didn't break. I just went outside and had a cigarette, leaving the sketch of the small "barn" on the couch. While I was outside, I decided I could build the barn out of cardboard, I had brown spray paint, I just needed some moss to spread around. And maybe some sand, which I could get from the back yard. It's not like it was going to be an heirloom.
At some point, he must have glanced at the sketch and remembered my desire to have a Doctor Who nativity with the paper dolls Kel sent me. Which would make it small (hence the part of my query regarding "small scraps of wood"), with pieces he could fit into his rucksack. He tried to talk to me about it. I wasn't having it. Not after his explosion. He tried to turn it around on me and say that I asked him for lumber from home depot, which was a bald-faced lie, and I stopped talking completely. Didn't even stand up for myself. Then he said it was my fault for talking to him when he got off work because his brain was scrambled and I should know better.
When he gets up, it's my fault for talking to him when he's just woken up, his brain is scrambled. So, if we don't talk on the weekends, we don't talk. Except these little exchanges like the one above. Non-stop fun!
So, I'm going to take me that big box out in the garage that got rained on but dried okay, and make myself a shallow barn, and a rudimentary manger. I wish I had a couple of My Little Ponies or unicorn dolls to be the camels. The Daleks will be the wise men. I don't know who the shepherds will be, yet. 10 and Rose will be Joseph and Mary. Various monsters will be the farm animals. Haven't decided on the baby Jesus, yet. It may just be a Fez. Once I populate it and spread some moss around, it will look pretty good. I'll have glued sand to the base, and some rocks. It would be cool if I could get just a little hay and thatch the roof. It will only be about 5" deep. It's just an open structure with a peaked roof. Fashioned after the wooden one my mom has.
In college, Kel and I had PeeWee's Playhouse toy set as our nativity scene, at a Catholic University, and still won the Xmas decorating contest. I have always loved my mom's traditional set, she used to chase me around to keep me away from it. I would, given the opportunity, play with it for hours, never touching the blessed baby, I didn't give a lick about him, I wanted to play with the people and animals. She couldn't keep me away from it. But even then, I was always reimagining it. Barbie, Ken, and their mysterious baby was my first idea. I thought my mom's head would explode. I thought it was a good statement on how commercial Christmas was (my parents tried to shield me from the radical 70's but, no, they couldn't). I was 7. It was time for Barbie to earn her keep. It was still more than a year before she would get her hair chopped off and become Luke Skywalker.
I'm watching Scorpion, and it looks very much like Walter, not thinking straight for some reason I missed, has just murdered Toby. This doesn't sit well with me. They have 48 minutes, minus commercials to work this shit out.
The CSI:Cyber Drinking Game has gotten completely out of hand. One of us says one of the trigger words and the other shouts "DRINK" right in the middle of the sentence. What have I done? Oh, and I can't find where I wrote down the rules. Facebook ate the entry, as they tend to do. I have to add a few now that the new season is on with a new character, played by Ted Danson. Every time he says something incomprehensible, drink. Every time Avery changes her hair in an episode, drink. And so on.
Okay, so Scorpion got an extra half an hour tonight, so they are pretending to kill everyone off, one at a time. Fun game. When is Doctor Who on again? Oh, that's right, Doc talked all through this week's episode, I can queue that up and watch it On Demand. Since I just made a fresh pot of coffee, I may as well.
Let's assess Bollux's failure while I was working on Photoshop the other night. I had Photoshop open, and ACDSee7, and Chrome which was running a tutorial on youtube. I opened an 11x14 inch 300dpi document, and within 10 minutes, Bullox shut off. So, I'm going to say it was the document size/resolution.
No Scorpions were killed in the making of this silly show you can't stop watching.
Now, Bullox's most recent failure. I was listening to a relatively short playlist on Windows Media Player, only had one screen on, and was surfing the web for moss. And *click* goes Bollux, and all is dark and silent.
So, no big documents, no youtube/Photoshop mashups, no Windows Media Player. I think that covers it. I can transfer the playlist to Drone, my headphones will easily reach. The big documents thing, well, maybe now isn't the right time to get into poster making. Maybe I should stick to InDesign and the Blurb plug-in and my book right now and lay off the digital art. I've just turned up recordings of poems I can't find archives of. That is very very bad. That NEEDS to be sorted. With luck, Libre Office and Adobe InDesign will get along and not tax the video card.
Does anyone know why it takes Windows Defender the same amount of time to scan my computer as it would take me?
Yeah, I had to tweet that. I finally broke 1,000 Twitter followers. And I'm now above the margin of error. Your tally varies by a few from day to day. I'm in the teens, so it's more likely that I will stay above 1,000 now. Yay. You need at least 10k to be taken seriously by anyone. With 1k, you can't even buy a rejection. You just get ignored. You know why I have no rejection letters? I always get accepted. No. I don't. But people don't bother rejecting you anymore. They ghost you. The interaction never happened. Everyone just keep on dancing, don't break the chain. And its easy for Gen X to echo our parent's hopeful advice, "Well they weren't worth your time, anyway." Yeah, but it's Everyone, Ma. Personal, professional. Everyone is so offended and so afraid of offending that it's easier to just find a dark corner to fade into until you are forgotten. Gen X takes that personally, the following youngins, not so much, they do it too. They have no concept of closure. But we are effected by it, even if we find ourselves doing it, we question it all the way. We need closure. We need a yes or no. To the point where a lot of us are just as happy to get a "no" as a "yes" because human contact. You can ask all the questions you want hen you're nobody. But you don't start getting answers until you're someone, even someone known for hearing "no". At least you're known.