2 months ago, my fiancee and I made the first big step towards my shifting to the USA, what is known as a 129F petition. I finally heard back - IT WAS APPROVED *happy dance*
Granted, I still have a long way to go before the visa itself is approved, but one of the biggest hurdles is out of the way (the requirements are quite strict, needed to supply a LOT of proof to show her and I are in an active relationship and have met within the past 2 years for a significant timeframe.) Next up I need to get a police clearance and medical examination done, then in around 4-6 weeks I will have the big interview at the US consulate.
Kiss of the Enchantress hisses eerily, "Let them fear, and despair."
Bread bread bread. More bread. I hate the feeling of dough sticking to my hands, but I love to eat bread I made myself. Everyone should make bread.
Have you tried stretch-and-fold through the first rise instead of kneading?
Haha yeah, I just always seem to screw up and make my dough way too sticky at first and have to adjust it down to a point where it's not making me weep in gooey agony. My sense for flour-to-water balance is improving though, the dough I was working with yesterday was a lot more cooperative right off the bat.
I really like how easy it is to see where you're improving and where you still need work with bread. I learn a little bit more each time, in a way that is immediately apparent and satisfying, and then I get to eat it afterwards! Truly, all hobbies should have edible results.
The lazy college version of that recipe is to dump everything inside a pot, mix vigorously, wait overnight, and just shove it into the oven. The lidless bake stage requires more time if you do that, but it works. Does stick to the side of the pot very much after it's done, though.
Any sufficiently advanced pun is indistinguishable from comedy.
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Rave for having my person back. That rave seems to somehow outpace the rants about all the drama bringing said person back entailed (and, admittedly, continue to entail). Hard to stay mad at someone you've been missing, though.
"Oh yeah, you're a naughty mayor, aren't you? Misfile that Form MA631-D. Comptroller Shevat's got a nice gemstone disc for you, but yer gonna have to beg for it."
Cooking dinner without a recipe tonight. I've written out my own recipe to follow before, but never gone without any sort of written instruction. I feel like I've evolved far beyond the level of "reads each step of the recipe 5 times before doing it and refuses to trust her own judgment" man. Seriously though, how badly could I even manage to screw up chicken parm? I've done similar things before, I don't need instructions for concepts I already understand. I'm not gonna stress. Just gonna make some dang saucy cheese chicken. With rice because I'm in charge and I don't feel like pasta.
Confidence makes me feel strange and powerful. I kinda like it.
Edit: Turned out great, I rule. Where's my merit badge.
@Phoebus I mean this in the most loving way possible:
Hah. I assume these sorts of things were made sarcastically, and probably there are people who would roll their eyes at the fact that I treat "cooked food by myself and it turned out nice" as an achievement, but I don't care, I'd rather be happy with the fact that I'm trying and succeeding. Heck yes I'll choose to unironically celebrate basic competence. It's better than hating myself all the time.
@Phoebus Some days I want those badges. I don't care if they're sarcastic. Sometimes I need a merit badge that says "You called the bank!" or "You paid a bill!"
Some days, man.
Flames erupt from the caldera below as a distorted voice echoes, "Their spirit must be broken if they wish to be reborn as true warriors."
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I have been driving and driving and driving all week, and my back and my neck remember exactly how long I have been doing it. Y'all better appreciate the people in your life who help you move places.
Here's the rave: it's done. I'm a homebody until further notice, aka Monday.
"Oh yeah, you're a naughty mayor, aren't you? Misfile that Form MA631-D. Comptroller Shevat's got a nice gemstone disc for you, but yer gonna have to beg for it."
Avurekhos says, "Dylara's a PvP menace in my eyes, totes rekting face."
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable. Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
House sitting is usually a pretty nice gig, but this past week has been so gross, wet, and hot I have never been more happy to be done. You know what I'm doing tomorrow? Not getting up at 6 a.m. to walk a fusspot dog, that's what.
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Doo de doo, class planning for my incoming freshmen. I was talking to a professor I deeply admire about some things and he gave me some great tips so I'm pretty chuffed about Week 1. We're gonna talk about viewing intelligence as a changing and growing thing rather than a static thing! Mindfulness in research! And we're also going to get some discussions about stereotyping thrown in there! Woooohooooo. It's gonna be lit, guys.
"Oh yeah, you're a naughty mayor, aren't you? Misfile that Form MA631-D. Comptroller Shevat's got a nice gemstone disc for you, but yer gonna have to beg for it."
Dark launching a back-end service related to our payment providers at work. Super stressful (if something goes wrong we lose millions) but catering today is sushi and our boss is taking us out for drinks and a puzzle room later this week if we don't flub up. Motivation! But seriously, days like this are the best work days, even if I won't be home until who knows when
After months of my brain refusing to let me draw anything, I managed to put a very rough, unfinished sketch of Baiken in my sketchbook. There are so many problems with it, but it exists, so I'm happy. Hopefully this is a sign I'm recovering from this slump and not just an anomaly.
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Because our couch was starting to break and our venerable Dumpster Chair was finally having trouble keeping up, we bought a recliner and a reclining couch.
I don't care what else is going on in my life right now, for the next few hours, life is goooooooood.
Everiine is a man, and is very manly. This MAN before you is so manly you might as well just gender bend right now, cause he's the manliest man that you ever did see. His manly shape has spurned many women and girlyer men to boughs of fainting. He stands before you in a manly manerific typical man-like outfit which is covered in his manly motto: "I am a man!"
Daraius said: You gotta risk it for the biscuit.
Pony power all the way, yo. The more Brontaurs the better.
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Okay, no more fear. Plunging through my project recklessly, and instead of thinking in terms of 'what do people expect me to do' I'm doing whatever I am most compelled to do. It beats being paralyzed into doing nothing.
"Oh yeah, you're a naughty mayor, aren't you? Misfile that Form MA631-D. Comptroller Shevat's got a nice gemstone disc for you, but yer gonna have to beg for it."
Probably gonna be moving into a new apartment soon. Gonna be about $100 more a month but totally worth it because this place's going to have the best thing a new apartment can have. A roommate that isn't a useless shithead.
Someone hacked a test server so today has been hellish. Remoted in before I even showered and now I've been neck deep in work since I got in - 3pm and haven't even had lunch yet
BUT ALL IS WELL because when I got in I discovered that over the weekend we got a new water dispenser with SPARKLING WATER as an option. I have no idea why but this has made my month.
Finally saw the psychiatrist today. She was nice and understanding and I think it went well. I'll have a new medication to start on tonight. Fingers crossed it actually does something for me. It'd be nice to be functional instead of a garbage human.
I haven't noticed it myself, but others have commented on me losing weight and looking slimmer. Even though I don't feel any lighter, it still makes me feel a little good about myself.
Everyone is a genius. But if you judge a fish on its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid.
Change blindness is a cruel mistress. It's hard to notice any gradual change, and God knows I fall prey to that a lot myself and end up feeling frustrated at lack of progress. Stick with it though, it's great news that you're reaching your goals!
I got an extra chicken nugget in the box when I got fast food today. Sometimes it's the little things
I wont lie, that would make my day too.
Avurekhos says, "Dylara's a PvP menace in my eyes, totes rekting face."
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable. Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
Avurekhos says, "Dylara's a PvP menace in my eyes, totes rekting face."
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable. Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
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Vive l'apostrophe!
2 months ago, my fiancee and I made the first big step towards my shifting to the USA, what is known as a 129F petition. I finally heard back - IT WAS APPROVED *happy dance*
Granted, I still have a long way to go before the visa itself is approved, but one of the biggest hurdles is out of the way (the requirements are quite strict, needed to supply a LOT of proof to show her and I are in an active relationship and have met within the past 2 years for a significant timeframe.) Next up I need to get a police clearance and medical examination done, then in around 4-6 weeks I will have the big interview at the US consulate.
I really like how easy it is to see where you're improving and where you still need work with bread. I learn a little bit more each time, in a way that is immediately apparent and satisfying, and then I get to eat it afterwards! Truly, all hobbies should have edible results.
The lazy college version of that recipe is to dump everything inside a pot, mix vigorously, wait overnight, and just shove it into the oven. The lidless bake stage requires more time if you do that, but it works. Does stick to the side of the pot very much after it's done, though.
Confidence makes me feel strange and powerful. I kinda like it.
Edit: Turned out great, I rule. Where's my merit badge.
Some days, man.
Here's the rave: it's done. I'm a homebody until further notice, aka Monday.
Tonight amidst the mountaintops
And endless starless night
Singing how the wind was lost
Before an earthly flight
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable.
Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
Vive l'apostrophe!
I don't care what else is going on in my life right now, for the next few hours, life is goooooooood.
BUT ALL IS WELL because when I got in I discovered that over the weekend we got a new water dispenser with SPARKLING WATER as an option. I have no idea why but this has made my month.
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable.
Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable.
Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
Damn.