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Scheherazade in Blue Jeans
freelance alchemist
Tew's Day 
28th-Dec-2010 12:09 pm
Hello to new reader witchway!

State of the 'Song
Recovering from glutening. Cranky. Homesick.

Things I Am Missing in Boston Today
Work. Seeing friends at Diesel. Margaret Ronald's reading at Pandemonium. As always, my cats.

The Effects of Being at Stately Ravensnatch Manor
That is what felisdemens calls my parents' house. Stately Ravensnatch Manor. Yep.

* As I noted previously, my sister and her husband have moved back in. So with them, my parents, Elayna, Adam, and me, that is... too many people. For serious.
* And they watch bad television super-loud all the time and it makes me twitch.
* As a side effect of too many people, my parents now go extra apeshit if anything is left on a table for more than 10 seconds.
* Since there are too many people for me to sit in the living room, I sit in the parlor to knit. NO ONE IS SUPPOSED TO BE IN THE PARLOR EVER. My parents twitch every time they walk by and see me there. Dad fiddles with the lights while looking at me out of the corner of his eye. Mom stares at my knitting on the couch whenever I get up for a cup of coffee. I AM DISTURBING THE ORDER OF THE UNIVERSE BY BEING IN THE PARLOR YOU GUYS.
* Negative effects of this place on me include feeling contrary and combative over leaving a ball of yarn out, and weighing myself frequently. This is why I don't have scales all over my house like they have here. Eight years of ballet and many years after of loss of control/control-freak-ness = eating-disorder 'song and I cannot see a damn scale and not get on and have an interior flail over whatever the number is this time. Do not want. And yes, I'm pretty sure my mother is anorexic; no, not just because of all of the scales.

Link Soup
* Six animals humanity accidentally made way scarier.
* The Parable of the Snow.
* I just love that Serious Eats posted a recipe for Bagna Cauda, which I'd previously only heard of on Babylon 5. We are one step closer to a B5 dinner party.
* Read this. Because yes.

Daily Science
Tel Qudadi, an ancient fortress located in the heart of Tel Aviv at the mouth of the Yarkon River, was first excavated more than 70 years ago ― but the final results of neither the excavations nor the finds were ever published. Now, research on Tel Qudadi by archaeologists at Tel Aviv University has unpeeled a new layer of history, indicating that there is much more to learn from the site, including evidence that links ancient Israel to the Greek island of Lesbos.

Oh hell I don't know. Stuff. I'm going to go for a walk. The do Arisia lit track management. Probably then reading and knitting. There's nowhere I can go here to shut the door and write. On the plus side, I get to see enderfem and possibly maxymyllyn later! Adam will make us mushroom risotto!
28th-Dec-2010 05:11 pm (UTC)
NO ONE IS SUPPOSED TO BE IN THE PARLOR EVER. My parents twitch every time they walk by and see me there. Dad fiddles with the lights while looking at me out of the corner of his eye. Mom stares at my knitting on the couch whenever I get up for a cup of coffee. I AM DISTURBING THE ORDER OF THE UNIVERSE BY BEING IN THE PARLOR YOU GUYS.

I should probably not be laughing so hard at this.

Let it be known that the only reason I'm laughing as hard as I am, is the fact that I come from a long line of people with heinous OCD. "You threw away my kleenex? But WHY? WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS? You stepped off of the carpet plastic? WHY DO I HAVE CARPET PLASTIC IF YOU'RE GOING TO JUST WALK ANYWHERE YOU LIKE? WHAT HAS CIVILIZATION COME TO??"
28th-Dec-2010 05:14 pm (UTC)
It is so exactly like that. I shouldn't be enjoying fucking with them. I am a very bad girl, I am.
28th-Dec-2010 05:27 pm (UTC) - Just because...
I loves you bunches and think you are a fabulous person. You've handled this mess better than I would have and you inspire me to try harder. /hugs!
3rd-Jan-2011 03:09 pm (UTC) - Re: Just because...
<3 <3 <3
28th-Dec-2010 05:34 pm (UTC)
Yeah, about your mom. Yeah. At one point when my mom was away from the table for a minute dad told me she was driving him nuts with the way that she would exercise all day and then eat all day and then complain about how the exercising wasn't "working." She's thin as a stick and looks frail and it's weird. I pointed out to him that she was absolutely and without a doubt anorexic in high school and college, and hey, remember how she was never treated for that or diagnosed? Yeah. He looked like I'd just hit him with a cluebat and then she came back to the table and we had to stop talking about it.

ANYWAY. Love you.
28th-Dec-2010 05:38 pm (UTC)
Yeah, I remember comparing mom notes. And you've met mine, right? Frail is the right word.

Mine's going to a part-time schedule soon and citing yoga as the main thing she's going to do with her time. Yoga = awesome, yeah, but I worry about her getting to over-exercising.

Much love right back at you!
28th-Dec-2010 05:40 pm (UTC)
Oh yes. That same pinched look in the face.

Mom does zumba like, 5 times a week. Which, fine, do that, but then eat and don't do this weird guilt thing with the food.
28th-Dec-2010 05:38 pm (UTC)
28th-Dec-2010 05:40 pm (UTC)
I don't understand the concept of a room that no one is ever supposed to be in.
28th-Dec-2010 05:53 pm (UTC)
Me either.
28th-Dec-2010 06:02 pm (UTC)
My friend and his (borderline OCD) partner have one of those in their house, at partner's insistence. You're not even allowed to walk in there most of the time. My friend and I, and most other friends, are totally baffled by this.
28th-Dec-2010 08:22 pm (UTC)
I mostly know of them from reading stuff like Little House on the Prairie, where one had a, in fact, parlor, which one used for /brief/ periods of time to entertain guests.

('Song is a guest, but she's also there for a not-brief time, thus the parlor is not appropriate, is how I'm interpreting it.)
31st-Dec-2010 04:42 pm (UTC)
Mum's parents had a room in their big old Buckingshire country Farmhouse (Grandpa was a Landowner, Gentleman Farmer and Local Councillor), the Dining Room, that was rarely used for dining. We would eat at the huge (seats twenty) kitchen table which was larger than the Dining Room table and where they often also catered for the farm hands. We were allowed in the Dining Room (yes, it was spoken with capitals) because it was used so rarely that Granny used it for doing crafts and that is where a lot of the books and toys were kept. We were regularly reminded, though, not to scratch any of the lovely dark oak furniture in there.

It was also lovely and quiet but for the atmospheric tick of the clock - all rooms in that house (bar the bathroom and separate loos) had mantlepiece clocks on the fireplace mantles. Ah memories.
Sorry for the diversion, but 'song's mention of the Parlor/parlour reminded me of the Dining Room.
28th-Dec-2010 05:46 pm (UTC)
I think the most important thing you can do is REMAIN IN THE PARLOR. The Universe requires you to DISTURB IT.
28th-Dec-2010 05:50 pm (UTC)
This is evil and wrong and I of course have never done such a thing, but if you change all the scales in the house so they're some random number of pounds off (each one different), it'll short-circuit 'check my weight' behaviors because the data you're getting is obviously incorrect and hence can be disregarded.

ETA: This works on my psyche. It might not work on other people's, and on reflection, it might not be the best idea I ever had.

Humidity does funny things to scales, as does lack of humidity. And air pressure. And cold fronts. And such.

You will, of course, have to practice plausible denials. Which will be hard if they read this comment.

It sounds like control is a big, big issue for your Mom; eating and otherwise. Having her schedule upended along with yours probably isn't helping; it might make her more edgy than she'd normally be, if that makes sense.

Edited at 2010-12-28 05:58 pm (UTC)
28th-Dec-2010 06:21 pm (UTC)
Just tell them that the universe needs disturbing once in awhile, and you're like the Mid Atlantic Current for the universe, keeping the whole system from collapsing into stupidity and pointless rooms you still have to vacuum for no reason at all.

That should keep them not-talking-to-you for long enough that you'll get some knitting done.
28th-Dec-2010 06:25 pm (UTC)
BTW - bagna cauda link broken.
28th-Dec-2010 07:15 pm (UTC)
I'm sorry about the mother and scales thing. I get the same way when I go home. I finally stood up to my mother this past Thanksgiving and she honestly had no idea how her nagging was impacting me. I hope it gets better for you. *hugs*
28th-Dec-2010 07:18 pm (UTC)
I have contributed to Lore! *glee*

I suggest making carpet angels when you're done knitting. Try to shed. :) failing that, bring home a big gloppy ice cream cone in a loud color and eat it precariously in the Polar Parlor.
28th-Dec-2010 07:36 pm (UTC)
It's canon now! Gold star for you!

C. and J. and I should totally bring in ice cream tonight, oh yes.
28th-Dec-2010 10:59 pm (UTC)
The more I think about this the more I think that "Meanwhile at Stately Ravensnatch Manor" tshirts should be a real thing in the world.
28th-Dec-2010 11:05 pm (UTC)
I hereby grant permission to make this happen.
28th-Dec-2010 11:35 pm (UTC)
Sponsored by Rancho Chocha!
28th-Dec-2010 11:36 pm (UTC)
Noisywhore Manor would also have to get a tshirt, of course.
28th-Dec-2010 11:40 pm (UTC)
Tagline: There's something nasty in the woodshed!
28th-Dec-2010 11:41 pm (UTC)
I'm just seeing a stylized picture of the woodshed with a shovel and a possum foot sticking out of the ground.
29th-Dec-2010 12:15 am (UTC)
Oh, ultralilac...?
29th-Dec-2010 12:15 am (UTC)
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