It’s like a lion and a tiger mixed… bred for its skills in cuteness
My knitting blog is now located at the Needle Exchange!
Rats!
I love Penny Arcade.
I recall with unrelenting clarity the beast we secured in a humane trap, rolling and sucking air in its madness, placed on the table in a mockery of polite dinner. It had a musky, unhallowed scent like some primeval mustard, its yellow teeth so long that it could not close its own mouth. Threading its ten fine fingers around the bars, it cried out “We crawl, we swim! We nest and gnaw! We are WE, AND WE DEVOUR!”
I ran then, out of the house, turning in time to see that the entire structure - every stick of it - had been rats all along, rats piled atop one another in such a way as to suggest a house. The not-house boiled, exploding, a grey-brown wake of slopping pus and disease.
I’m a multi-multi-multi-tabber
On average, I have about 15-20 Safari tabs open at one time*. My brother commented that this was ridiculous, but it makes sense to me now. Every once in a while you will find a little story about someone that is just like you, that has your quirks and does things that you see in yourself, and you feel comfort that there are people going through what you’re going through and have succeeded. Most of the time when I read Female Science Professor, it’s to know that there are other folks that are dealing with science-y girl-type stuff, but in this case, the comfort is in hearing this story of her experience with “an ADD”.
After I was finished editing, I glanced over to see what my companion was doing. He had said that he was going to work on a manuscript, but when I glanced at his laptop, he was reading a political blog. Seconds later he went back to his manuscript, wrote a sentence, then checked some news headlines — then he went back to the manuscript to write another sentence or two, then he checked the weather online, then he went to some journal websites to scan the tables of contents, then he wrote a sentence, then he jumped up to get something to drink, came back and wrote a sentence, and so on. It was amazing. In the course of a few hours, he made progress on the manuscript, and entertained me with pieces of information gleaned from his internet expeditions.
Having ADD has long been a source of frustration for this person. There are times when it has made him extremely upset and angry with himself. The medications that he has tried over the years worked in that they helped him focus, but they also kept him awake for days on end and had other side effects that scared him. So now he just lives with it and, although he hates his inability to focus, if he keeps going back to his original activity, even if he can’t sustain that activity for more than a few minutes, he gets things done. In fact, he gets a lot done. He published 10 papers last year and wrote at least 2 successful grant proposals. And he is very well informed about the news and weather.
I’ve been off medication for the past month and there are some days that are the absolute worst. It’s also hard because I don’t know which side-effects to attribute to the birth control and which to attribute to the Adderall, but I will say that some side-effects have recently abated that I had initially associated with the birth control and that I now know are from the Adderall. My personality is also a lot different; I feel less anxious when interacting with people when I’m off the ADD meds, and my jokes are funnier (either they’re getting a better response overall or I’m telling the ruder ones more often). That said, I can’t write a computer program or an essay for shit anymore. I’ll have to suck it up, I think! Essays don’t write themselves. Still, it’s a relief to see people in my situation doing the same things and still being successful. I won’t have to take Adderall for the rest of my life! Just the next 4 years. I’ll set the last bottle on fire on the evening after My Defense.
* This is my sly way of announcing that I’ve switched from Firefox to Safari. I feel like a weight has been lifted! I use Safari! Firefox is a memory slut!
BSTL
Eve just learned the phrase BSTL: do you know what BSTL means
Friend: nope
Friend: but i am in favor of education
Eve just learned the phrase BSTL: it means balls stuck to leg
Eve just learned the phrase BSTL: my brother just learn’d me it
Friend: consider my attitude toward education forever hindered
Eve just learned the phrase BSTL: hahahaha
Eve just learned the phrase BSTL: I didn’t know that happened
Eve just learned the phrase BSTL: girls don’t really get their boobs stuck to their arms
Eve just learned the phrase BSTL: unless they’re into shibori
Friend: ew
Friend: it is my experience that sometimes girls get their boyfriends hands stuck to their boobs- but that is more of a motivated act than a natural occurence
Eve just learned the phrase BSTL: I see
Eve just learned the phrase BSTL: Sends The Beau a link to adorable twin polar bear cubs
The Beau: Does the following look like spam to you?
The Beau: “I just spoke with Dr.Hailu and she asked me to email you the information, for the periodontist that she would like you to see. His name is, Dr.Huira and his phone number is (415) 776-5855. His address is 2305 Van Ness Ave. Suite E; if you have any questions or need any assistance in scheduling an appointment, do not hesitate to call me.”
The Beau: how was your EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
The Beau: day
The Beau: they are best buds!
Brother: Hey Eve, we should start a meth lab.