Bigfoot!

Aug. 10th, 2017 10:35 pm
sareini: (UFO)
Wandering shamen "mistaken" for Bigfoot in North Carolina

This is quite probably the best news story I'll read all month. Bonus points go to the group of people earnestly saying, "No, the Bigfoot we saw was a long-haired one and had a totally different face..." Because I'm sure you saw it well enough to be able to pick it out from a lineup.
sareini: "chaos, panic and disorder - my work here is done!" (chaos)
I am afraid of emergency broadcasts.

But Why? )


tl;dr - I'm very strange and have some strange interests and phobias. But I'm also fascinated by them.
sareini: Organising gods is like herding cats into straight lines. They don't take naturally to it - American Gods (Organising Cats)
I've spent the past few days really focusing on the A-Z of rock cross stitch for my brother's birthday, and I'm now halfway through J (for Judas Priest). The biggest problem I'm coming up against at the moment is using the special gold and silver threads I bought for accents, because they're thicker than regular cross stitch threads and so I also have to use a bigger needle when working with them just to thread them through the eye. Which also makes it frustrating when I mess up and need to unpick a few stitches. Still, the end result looks good so it'll be worth it.

The burstitis/mystery hip injury continues to be a pain in the... well, hip. The Deep Freeze gel helps to an extent so I can move about without too much pain, but if I go too long without reapplying it I end up hobbling round the house emitting little cries of pain while Callie dances around my feet, working on her Underfoot skills. I'm aiming to get a doctor's appointment on Monday (I couldn't Thursday or Friday as I had deliveries due and it would be just my luck that they'd arrive while I was out).

I got a letter this morning from E.on - I thought it would be about the complaint I made on Monday and it was related... but no, it was actually a letter from them gently telling me off (but still telling me off) for not letting the engineer in the house when I was trying to catch my cat to go to the vet. So I ended up on hold for 40 minutes with them before getting through to a very nice CSR called Paula to complain again (because even if I wasn't so anxious as to not want to let people in like that, if someone is about to leave the house when you call you don't get to throw a strop at them and storm off). A formal complaint has now been filed, mainly just to put this on record as it's not like I was ever expecting to get anything more than a general apology, and we're going to make the arrangements to get a Smart Meter fitted so that no meter reader ever has to darken my door again. I just have to speak to the landlord and then clear the front room (possibly easier said than done). That'll lead to me calling the Greenfields Centre again on Monday to see if I can speak to one of the people who are covering for my social worker while she's recovering from whatever terrible lurgy has afflicted her, because they're always offering me help with organising and cleaning the house.

Movie reviews for the week:

Martin (1978) - George A Romero's personal favourite of all his films.
Without Warning (1980) - Martin Landau stars in the film that inspired Predator
Without Warning (1994) - War of the Worlds-inspired TV movie that I think is pretty underrated.

Also, three times this week I've gone to the corner shop to buy milk for my cereal, then forgotten to buy it. Where is my helper monkey?
sareini: "I'm sorry, I'm having a bad century" quote from Neil Gaiman's Sandman (Bad Century)
With The Howling: Reborn I have finished the July Howling Franchise Marathon and can now go back to slacking off and watching films I actually want to watch (until November when Shark Week 2 comes around). To be fair, Reborn was a marked improvement over some of the previous sequels (admittedly that wasn't exactly hard) and it got me thinking about a werewolf apocalypse. World War Werewolves, if you will. Hmmm...

In other news, the text telling me my prescription was ready came through, so I took myself into town for that and my monthly crochet magazine. The whole trip wouldn't have been too bad despite the heat and the Saturday shopping crowds, but the pharmacist decided to spring one of those Medicine Checks" on me, which involves being locked in a small room with the pharmacist while she goes through all your meds and asks if you're okay on them and are they working, etc. I already had one of these two months ago so I wasn't too happy to begin with, but I did my best to put on my best smile and went along with it.

...until she asked me if I was "happy" now I was on the antidepressants. Now I've been on these drugs for well over a decade at this point; tried weaning off them with the doctor's permission several times, but each time I'd get to below 150mg and everything would go to hell. And since Nick died it's been more of a case of them just keeping me going from day-to-day, never mind making me "happy". I consider it a good day if I get myself out of bed sometimes. So I tell her that, and she immediately feels the need to inform me of all the extra ways I can work to "fix" my depression.

I know she meant well. I really do. But in the 18 years I've been diagnosed with depression, I've heard of, read up on and tried many things as well as the medication to try to help my condition. And I've come up with several things that I know help, through trial and error, and I do them whenever possible. I don't go out very often because the outside world scares me and makes me anxious enough to be physically sick sometimes, so going on a half-hour walk every day probably isn't going to help, and it's probably not the first time I've had this suggested to me either. The pharmacist then went on to tell me that she feels anxious too, as she's originally from Spain and she has to come to work every day in a strange country, so it's okay! Don't feel so anxious! And all I can think is, "Oh great. Now I feel bad that I have uncontrollable anxiety and panic attacks because this woman's come to a whole other country with a whole other language to work and she worries about what other people think of her."

I told her she was really nice, caring about me like that and wanting to help me, and I'd definitely try to do what she suggested. Then I slunk away feeling like pond scum. But I really wish people wouldn't tell the mentally ill to exercise to"cure" them. We don't tell people with physical illnesses to "walk it off" (well, we do for some of them, but that's not the point here).

On the other hand, while walking to the bus stop to get into town I met this handsome fellow, who was sunning himself on the pavement when I saw him. He came running up to me meowing happily and gave me a good sniff, but then decided he didn't want a fuss and so just sat watching me and meowing. Maybe it was because I smelled of GIRLCAT. He was perfectly happy to have his picture taken though.


Headache

Jul. 7th, 2017 05:01 pm
sareini: (hiding)
I think Howling VII: New Moon Rising broke my brain. That's about the only reason I can come up with as to why I developed a headache after watching and reviewing it.

Well, it could also be a thunderstorm headache, but that doesn't bring across quite how bad Howling VII is, so let me hyperbolise for a bit.

30 Days of Music Meme - Day 4! )
sareini: Bub from Day of the Dead (bub!)
It's been a quiet couple of days, which I have spent primarily watching Howling V: The Rebirth (in which the Kool-Aid Man may be a werewolf) and Howling VI: The Freaks (werewolf vs vampire, tonight, in Hell in a Cell!); I've also been continuing work on Ross's birthday present and playing EVE Online.. Actually, I quite enjoyed Howling VI; it's a fun b-movie romp.

I need to stop trying to multitask when I'm off exploring in EVE though. I've lost two ships this week through overconfidence and switching between so many chat channels that I forget to scan for hostiles near me. Granted, it's more the annoyance factor than anything else - I already have a spare Stratios ready to be fitted to get back out there - but I do also feel like an absolute dimwit when I get caught just because I've been dumb enough to not hit dscan every 20 seconds and be ready to cloak up.


30 Days of Music meme - Day 3: A song that reminds you of summer )

30 Days of Music meme - Day 5: A song that needs to be played LOUD )

Ehhhhh...

Jul. 4th, 2017 08:12 pm
sareini: "I'm sorry, I'm having a bad century" quote from Neil Gaiman's Sandman (Bad Century)
Howling IV: The Original Nightmare - I have seen a lot of bad horror movies over the years, but this has to be in the bottom 10.

One of the reasons my depression is so strong right now, I think, is because I'm once again waiting for my social worker to contact me. The original plan was that she was on holiday for a week at the beginning on June, and then she'd call me when she got back. After I didn't get that call I rang the mental health centre asking about her... and found that she's on sick leave again. I've now called once a week for three weeks and she's still on sick leave (and was on sick leave for a couple of weeks before her holiday as well) so I'm now quite concerned about her. Is she in an iron lung? To have to take this much sick leave in such a short amount of time suggests something quite serious... but while I worry about her health, I'm also left with no-one to contact when things are bad for me.

There's an out-of-hours line that I've used a couple of times in emergencies, but there's only so much that can be done on that line, and at some point the conversation always rolls around to, "Well, you can sort things out when your social worker calls..." I've been waiting for referrals for several things since March or April now that my social worker was supposed to do, and which apparently no-one else can do in the meantime. One of these referrals is over whether or not my medication doses need to be adjusted because the anti-anxiety meds don't seem to be doing their work at the current dosage any more. Another is a check-up on my general mental condition, to make sure I'm not in need of any extra help. These and others are just left hanging in limbo right now, and it's all building to a point where my mind starts to tell me that they're just lying to me and don't want to help me any more; that if they really wanted to help me someone would have come out or phoned or written a letter by now explaining the situation.

I ended up spending the afternoon in bed today to avoid doing anything rash that would only make myself feel worse afterwards, and while the immediate urge has passed I'm still feeling pretty much abandoned and ignored by the service that's supposed to be helping me. Bleh.
sareini: "Things need not have happened to be true." - Dream of the Endless (Dreams)
Howling II, wherein Sir Christopher Lee looks like he's coming up with ways to kill his co-stars and make it look like an accident.

Howling III. Were-marsupials. Dressed as nuns. There's an image that may never leave you.

My mood has been up and down the past couple of days, with an unfortunate emphasis on the "down". I'm trying to combat that by keeping my mind as busy as possible so I can try to keep my thoughts away from the things that make me worse, make me panic and worry for no reason at all. So on the plus side, Ross's cross stitch present is getting a lot of work done on it right now.

I also figured I'd try one of those 30-day music memes, not least because I'm curious as to what my all-over-the-place musical tastes will do to the answers. so without further ado...

1. A song you like with a colour in the title )

30 Days...

Jul. 1st, 2017 06:23 pm
sareini: "Made a note in my diary on the way here. Simply says, 'Bugger'." from Blackadder (Bugger)
So it turns out that I don't know that old children's rhyme nearly as well as I should. Woke up this morning all ready for a relaxing, low-effort day, turned on the computer, went on the internet... Hey, why is everyone talking about it being July? It's June 31-Oh. Right. 30 days have September, April, June and November. Better get on with stuff then.

Still, I think a turnaround time of 3 hours isn't bad at all for watching, writing and publishing a movie review, especially when one cat is trying to catch a moth around the desk and the other wants to sprawl across your desk and headbutt the monitor with happiness. So The Howling is in the bag and the marathon is started. Seeing Robert Picardo with hair was strange though. I mean, I've seen him in other stuff like The 'Burbs where he has hair, but the image of him in my head now is always going to be the Star Trek: Voyager Doctor.

In other news, RIP Barry Norman. I think he was the very first film critic I ever watched or read, before I was even old enough to properly entertain the notion of being a film reviewer/critic myself, but even then I remember being quite fascinated and enthralled by him and the Film '[year] show (when I was allowed to watch it, because it was on at about 10:30 at night). He knew his stuff.
sareini: "Zog" - Babylon 5 (Zog)
I was going to post complaining about the heat and the stickiness and how I'm certain I have some sort of reverse SAD, but then I discovered that Stephen Furst died on Friday at 63.

I don't think I ever saw anything with him in that I didn't enjoy, but the two things that stand out the most for me are National Lampoon's Animal House and Babylon 5. The latter fandom has developed a little tradition when any of the cast pass away, that started with Citizen G'Kar/Andreas Katsoulas - it's said that they have travelled "beyond the Rim". So now Vir Cotto joins him, Dr. Franklin, Zack Allen and Mike Garabaldi as they travel beyond the Rim.



(I wanted to add the scene where Vir faces down a Technomage despite the terrifying illusions they throw at him, because, "
I work for Ambassador Mollari. After a while, nothing bothers you." but alas, no-one seems to have put that clip up on YouTube.)
sareini: A Procrastinator's work is never done! (Procrastination)
It's been an interesting couple of days, hasn't it?

I wasn't expecting Labour to get a landslide victory out of nowhere in the general election, so I am more than pleasantly surprised to see them manage to knock the hell out of the Conservatives' majority. Teresa May's gambit really blew up in her face and now it's just counting down the months before she's out of 10 Downing Street (Larry the Cat, of course, remains). In my area Labour won again (we've been Labour since the constituency was formed in 1950 and at this point I think it would take the offer of a free unicorn and maybe a blowjob for ever voter to change things), but with a majority of just under 4k, which is slightly worrying. It was just Labour and the Tories in the fight; everyone else was so low that I doubt they even got their deposits back.

If this guy had been standing in my area, I'd have voted for him in a heartbeat though.

I went into town today and bought myself some (more) notebooks. One will be for worldbuilding stuff, one will be for character building stuff, and the last will be for the times when I want to write fanfic with my OCs (that I may or may not ever post anywhere, because OCs). My stationary compulsion continues unabated.

And RIP Adam West.

Still Hot

May. 26th, 2017 02:47 pm
sareini: (surprised)
It's 24 degrees C (and likely to get hotter). I've published a review (Intruders) and now have ice cream.

I'd say anything else I do today is a bonus.

In Fact...

May. 22nd, 2017 01:20 pm
sareini: A Procrastinator's work is never done! (Procrastination)


("Name Your Poison" from The Return of Captain Invincible, starring Alan Arkin and Christopher Lee)




("He's Rockula" from Rockula, starring Dean Cameron, Thomas Dolby and Tawny Fere)
sareini: (cat)
I woke up this morning to find Callie licking my closed eyes. Apparently my role in life now is to be a salt lick for a kitten. It's the hay fever, of course; now that it's May and the weather is grudgingly admitting that it's springtime the pollens are really getting started, and of course I was already allergic to all of them even before the news of "super pollens" (pollens that have mixed with diesel fuels to be extra sticky in the mucous membranes) hit last week. Already my nose is getting runnier, my eyes more sore and prone to sticking closed in the morning (cat licks aside) and most annoyingly, the roof of my mouth itches more and more of the time. At least my life as it currently is minimises my contact with random free-floating pollen in the outside world.

In other news, I managed to be relatively productive around the house today. Did some small amount of tidying, typed up and published a review for the movie blog (The Void, in case you were wondering) and got as far as I currently can with the Shawl of Secrets. I'm now at the point where I have to buy the missing ball of yarn before I can continue, and depending on how things go on Thursday (another vet visit for Lily) will determine whether I can get that this week or at the end of the month. Still, it's a good thing it's not able to distract me right now, as I still have to finish that cardigan for my niece.

Possible Criminal Minds spoilers if you've not seen Season 11 yet )

Knitted shawl in browns, reds, oranges, yellows and greens
sareini: default (discworld - tried normality)
So, I've apparently come to the attention of the BBC, as seen in this article listing bloggers from Stoke-on-Trent and Staffordshire (guess I'm now really officially a local, then). I wouldn't have even found out about this except that I was bored this morning after staying up all night reading Fashion SWAT on SomethingAwful, and was just idly browsing and wondering what was going on in the local area. I nearly had a heart attack when I saw my name there, and when I showed Nick he nearly spat coffee everywhere.

For those who don't want to scroll 2/3rd of the way down the page to see my name in lights (so to speak), here's what the BBC have to say about me:

"Writers are also using blogs as their starting point for stories. Darkkat, as she is known, regularly posts notes that discuss possible ideas. She also occasionally posts reviews to films that she's interested in - which tend to be about horror and science fiction."

I'm not sure whether to feel impressed, self-conscious or worried that I've been distilled into, effectively, 'writer and reviewer of horror movies' (although when I think about it, that is an awful lot of what I do). But it has made me determined to kick myself up the arse and start posting more...

Also, Nick sulked because he wasn't on the list. So he insisted I pimp him on my blog. So, if anyone's interested in reading the rantings and ramblings of a 30something, hairy, opinionated and crazy liberal, you can find him here.

Damn

Jun. 18th, 2009 11:58 am
sareini: (zombie)
I missed Blog Like It's The End of the World Day.
sareini: default (normal people...)
I was recently provided with a link to a website called Dyscalculia Forum. I think most people already know that I have dyscalculia, also known as numerical dyslexia. I wasn't diagnosed until I was in university - before that, everyone just thought I had really bad math skills. I'd also been aware of the fact that there were very few dyscalculaics (is that a word?) around - or at least, ones who knew that they were, in fact dyscalculaics.

Anyway, I had a look round the site, and found it very interesting. One part that I found particularly interesting was their "symptoms" page - there are considerably more symptoms than I'd known about (and of course, reading the list convinces you that you've got all the symptoms...)

Symptoms below here... )

Which makes 8 or 9 out of 11, I think...
sareini: (surprised)
We have strong indicators that http://darkkat.livejournal.com is written by a man (98%).

From GenderAnalyser
sareini: default (lfg-fwoom)
I just got this through Twitter:

Are you addicted to World of Warcraft?

I think my favourite comment so far has to be this one though:

"Yes, they are addictive. The government should set up a department to review these games for addictiveness, ban the most addictive and put a sliding scale tax on the rest. It should pass a law that forces IP's to monitor how long each person is playing them and then require them to send waring notices and finally cut off internet connections. These addicts are a danger to society. One of them killed my Troll"

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