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red_satin_doll) wrote2014-03-05 03:26 pm
red_satin_doll) wrote2014-03-05 03:26 pm
I'LL BE A VERY BUSY BEAVER THE NEXT TWO WEEKS, BUT IN THE MEANTIME - A FLUFFY STORY
Tomorrow my sweetie and I are going to NYC - she wants to see the 100th Armory Show on the Westside; stay two nights at the Pod 39 Hotel; then we'll hopefully go to Chinatown, and then Friday spend the day at the Brooklyn Museum of Art. including the Elizabeth Sackler Gallery of Feminist Art on the 4th floor featuring Judy Chicago's installation The Dinner Party (1982) which I've always wanted to see. (Never mind the concept of a separate gallery for "feminist" art as opposed to the presumably "regular" art. Baby steps, baby steps, bitty blah.) I wll have many things to report, hopefully.
Then when I come back we are packing and (supposedly) moving back into the old apartment; the renovation is nearly done! We saw it the other day - my sweetie's bedroom has been totally redone, new walls, flooring, windows, new moldings everywhere, paint and light fixtures, etc. they even took up two layers of ugly old linoleum and black glue in the kitchen to expose the original wood flooring. Beautiful job.
Which also means we'll finally be getting away from the people below us in the apartment we're in now and its worth anything just for that because SWEET MOTHER OF MOSES THESE PEOPLE DO NOT SHUT UP EVER. *ugh*
Ergo, if I don't get back to you anytime immediately or post a lot the next couple of weeks, you know why. I'll try to keep up with the macros, icons and suchlike - that shouldn't be hard, I've got 600 or so buffyverse icons sitting in my Photobucket. No lie.
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eilowyn said not long ago that she loved "fluffy stories" about my sweetie and I; which of course meant I stopped telling them. ("But - we're not fluffy people, we argue a lot!" my brain protested.) Just like when someone paid for me to have a free account and velvetwhip said she looked forward to a "tsunami of polls" and I said "Me too!" And then have done maybe two since then. Or when my mom asked "What do you want for Christmas?" and I said "I don't know." EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. I absolutely shut down. (My sweetie gets the same damn answer to the same question btw. My brain hasn't changed in 40-plus years.)
But last week we were in one of those big-box retail stores, the kind we drag ourselves into because we really need something and even then only upon pain of death, and I told her I felt a little light-headed. I think y'all know I have epilepsy and it's pretty well controlled on medication but those sorts of stores are not good for me: too brightly light, buzzing light fixtures, too much noise, too much sensory overload, etc.
So I said to my sweetie "Keep talking."
"Oh NO, don't you go letting your mind wander off!" (Having a seizure feels at first like you're going into a spell or trance, like a daydream.)
"That's why I need you to keep talking, because it helps ground me and keep focused on where I am. We talk, you annoy the hell out of me, I want to strangle you, it keeps me grounded. See how that works?"
She laughed.
And all I could think right was how much I love this woman, and how lucky was (am) to have her in my life after all these years.
Which is a good thing, because an hour or so later we wanted to strangle each other again.
Love isn't ribbons and bows, kids.
Then when I come back we are packing and (supposedly) moving back into the old apartment; the renovation is nearly done! We saw it the other day - my sweetie's bedroom has been totally redone, new walls, flooring, windows, new moldings everywhere, paint and light fixtures, etc. they even took up two layers of ugly old linoleum and black glue in the kitchen to expose the original wood flooring. Beautiful job.
Which also means we'll finally be getting away from the people below us in the apartment we're in now and its worth anything just for that because SWEET MOTHER OF MOSES THESE PEOPLE DO NOT SHUT UP EVER. *ugh*
Ergo, if I don't get back to you anytime immediately or post a lot the next couple of weeks, you know why. I'll try to keep up with the macros, icons and suchlike - that shouldn't be hard, I've got 600 or so buffyverse icons sitting in my Photobucket. No lie.
In the meantime,
eilowyn said not long ago that she loved "fluffy stories" about my sweetie and I; which of course meant I stopped telling them. ("But - we're not fluffy people, we argue a lot!" my brain protested.) Just like when someone paid for me to have a free account and velvetwhip said she looked forward to a "tsunami of polls" and I said "Me too!" And then have done maybe two since then. Or when my mom asked "What do you want for Christmas?" and I said "I don't know." EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. I absolutely shut down. (My sweetie gets the same damn answer to the same question btw. My brain hasn't changed in 40-plus years.)But last week we were in one of those big-box retail stores, the kind we drag ourselves into because we really need something and even then only upon pain of death, and I told her I felt a little light-headed. I think y'all know I have epilepsy and it's pretty well controlled on medication but those sorts of stores are not good for me: too brightly light, buzzing light fixtures, too much noise, too much sensory overload, etc.
So I said to my sweetie "Keep talking."
"Oh NO, don't you go letting your mind wander off!" (Having a seizure feels at first like you're going into a spell or trance, like a daydream.)
"That's why I need you to keep talking, because it helps ground me and keep focused on where I am. We talk, you annoy the hell out of me, I want to strangle you, it keeps me grounded. See how that works?"
She laughed.
And all I could think right was how much I love this woman, and how lucky was (am) to have her in my life after all these years.
Which is a good thing, because an hour or so later we wanted to strangle each other again.
Love isn't ribbons and bows, kids.
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I think what he's talking about sounds to me very much like being "in love", "romantic love" or even lust. And culturally we definitely confuse "in love" with "love". I know I did for the longest time, and it just creates so many more problems. (As in,"I don't feel the same way about you as we did when we met I must not love you anymore". Which for a lot of people is the point that they break up. I think that it can also be the point at which genuine love begins. Like I know anything at this point.)
And the way your sweetie helps you with your epilepsy reminds me of how Blair helps Jim from "zoning out" in my other fave fandom, The Sentinel.
Oh? This sounds most interesting and I don't think anyone's rec'd this to me. And of course it's NOT available on Netflix instant streaming. *ugh* Do tell me more.
BTW- your Eliza/Faith icon (or is it Tru Calling?) is fantastically pretty. Is there text on it? My template shrinks everything so I can't see properly.
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Thanks for writing back.
About my icon(s) ... I have three, all with the same wording, "damaged but not broken." That's a phrase I sometimes use about myself, and I have three, all in the Whedonverse: one for Faith, one for Kate Lockley and one for River Tam. They were designed for me by a LiveJournal friend whom I've lost touch with lately, as a thank you for my donating what tiny amount I could to one of the many international disasters in the past few years (possibly the tsunami in Indonesia; I don't remember).
"The Sentinel" was a cult favorite on television in the late 1990s in the United States. The first season only was put on DVD. It was a paranormal buddy-cop drama. In the show's mythology, a sentinel is someone born with all five senses hugely enhanced and mystically intended to be protector of his/her tribe. And in Washington state in the 1980s and 1990s, that meant that James Joseph "Jim" Ellison became a soldier and then a cop. Unfortunately, a sentinel sometimes hyper-focuses on one sense and essentially falls into a trance (zone) and therefore needs a guide to bring him/her back to full consciousness before disaster can ensue. For Jim, that turns out to be anthropology doctoral candidate Blair Sandburg.
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I like this a lot - I've done icons with similar wording for Buffy but the phrasing was not nearly as elegant. And I'm in awe of your friend's ability to get such a high-quality image in an icon. I recognize the image now as one of Eliza done as a promo shot for S7 of Buffy (or S5 of AtS?)
Unfortunately, a sentinel sometimes hyper-focuses on one sense and essentially falls into a trance (zone) and therefore needs a guide to bring him/her back to full consciousness before disaster can ensue. For Jim, that turns out to be anthropology doctoral candidate Blair Sandburg.
This sounds like it's (potentially) right up my alley - and also tricksy, because depictions of seizures or states resembling seizures in movies or tv can be a little triggery for me because of my own epilepsy. (I was watching Steel Magnolias with my mom as a teenager and when the main character has a seizure in the beauty parlour chair we both started crying.) But it's definitely intriguing enough that I'd want to check it out, thank you for the rec! Sometimes Netflix adds new stuff to instant streaming. (Rarely...occasionally....sometimes...)
anthropology doctoral candidate Blair Sandburg.
*strokes chin* So before there was Temperance Brennan.... *lol*