Thursday 31 May 2012

Sigh

Yes, it's another just-a-photo post.

I'll try on the weekend.

I'll try.

Seriously, ok.



Seriously.

Wednesday 30 May 2012

Pointless photo of the half-week:

Well, I did warn you that blogging would be light for the next while.

I wasn't wrong.

And that's it for today, even.





Later, then.

Friday 25 May 2012

Pointless photo of the day:

It's been far too busy a day to blather. Tomorrow will be, too.

The next day I probably won't be near a computer.

So... um...

Ladybird? I promise this is the last one for the near future.

And sorry for the blogging dry spell, everyone. I'll do better when I have the time.

Thursday 24 May 2012

Pointless photo of the day:

You knew I had to, right? Again.

And anyway, it was two ladybirds for the price of one.

This is all you're getting for a post, by the way. I don't have the head for a blather, and I have a program coming up in about a half an hour as well.

I don't have the head for the program either, but there's not much choice in the matter there.

I really should post something besides yet another ladybird, though, shouldn't I?

Maybe.

Oh, what the heck:

Nanking Cherry. And a bear planter in the background.

There might have been a ladybird in the planter.

I didn't check.

Going now.

Sunday 20 May 2012

Ladybird!

You know I had to at this point, right?

I'm not sure what you're going to get for a post, but I've brought it on myself. First I decided to start mucking about with the blog template a bit (and I hope you people aren't sick of the pansies yet, because I'm getting a little fond of them). Then I forgot that Dad's (older) computer has started nearly locking up during scans since his last antivirus update.

Needless to say, this happened right in the middle of my mucking about with the template. I'd finished doing what I wanted to do with the other blog, but I'd only just started on this one. After an enforced break I had to start all over again here because I hadn't saved any changes.

Did I mention that I also still had yesterday's photos to edit? And that I still want to get back to my place in plenty of time to do something with my balcony planters? It is May Long, after all (a.k.a. May Two Four a.k.a. Victoria Day Weekend, the traditional date around here for getting stuff into the garden)...

Yep, the blog's short shrifted again.

Anyway. Oh, and just to be fair, a non-ladybird photo:

You're looking at a piece of my childhood here, folks. This is Buffalo Bean (or Golden Bean, to some people), and it's one of the earlier wildflowers around here. My mother received a lot of Buffalo Bean and Early Blue Violet bouquets when I was a kid.

They, erm, neither of them make very good bouquets.

Still, it's the thought, right?

I took this at an abandoned place across the street from my father's house. We used to call it the Old Barn House, because (oddly enough) it was a converted barn. The house has long since been torn down and no one's bought the property. It can be a surprisingly good place to look for wildflowers now, and there's a fox den in the side of the old foundation hole.

Across the street from my Dad's place, yes.

In town.

What? You don't have that at your childhood home.





Too bad, is all I can say.

Going to get some lunch now. Will I keep the current look for the blogs? For a little while, at least. Every place needs renovation now and then.

Catch you later.

Saturday 19 May 2012

New photo!

It's Mountain Ash (aka Rowan to some of you). Oh, and there might be a ladybird in there somewhere as well maybe.

Sorry, I couldn't resist. Even if it is sort of a useless shot. I promise that there's some not-ladybird photos coming up soon.

Did you notice the guest appearance by the photographer's shadow, by the way?

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I was intending to make this an actual, readable (well, as readable as they get, anyway) blather today, but I'm not sure how it's going to go since the neck's not all that happy. For those new to the program, my mother was kind enough to genetically gift me with her chronically bad neck, and every once in a while mine goes through periods of trying to make sure that I'm immobile. I'm not immobile at the moment, but for the last two days I've had the grinding and the occasional twinge that remind me that one wrong move could mean not turning my head for a while. At this stage it's just inconvenient (although I'll have a heck of a headache by the end of the day from not being lined up right), but it's sooo much fun to know that all I have to do is sleep wrong tonight and tomorrow will consist of me and my bed getting to know each other very well.

There's your warning, I suppose.

Ok, since I've already brought the topic up, let me add one more thing to it. As I'm sure any of you who have an ongoing health issue know, the world is full of suggesters. The people who wonder if you've tried *fill in the blank*, I mean. Some of them are very innocent suggesters who think that maybe you've just never heard of *fill in the blank*, some of them are "expert" suggesters who just know that everything would be fine if you'd only try *fill in the blank*, some of them have family who were instantly cured by *fill in the blank*... you get where I'm going, I hope. I try to be patient. I really do. It's generally well-meaning. It's just... well, I've been dealing with this for years. There are things that I've tried, there are things that I refuse to try (someday I'll probably blow a gasket and go off on a rant about the religion of one particular pseudoscience the next time it's suggested that I try it, but for now I'll just leave you to guess what it might be), there are things that just plain don't work, and I've probably heard about all of them by now. And besides, it's a very rare day that I'll let anyone fiddle with my neck when I know how easy it is to screw it up.

So, um, thanks for your help, but all the same...

Incidentally, and it's funny that this came to mind the other day because I haven't seen him for years, but outside of an actual doctor's office there's really only ever been one person I've let anywhere near my neck. He was a work colleague. The whole thing was entirely innocent -- really -- but boy, that man gave good neck massages. Really, really good hands.

Yes, it was too entirely innocent.

And no, it's not the kind of thing that usually happens at my workplace.

And shut up.

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Ok, and with that little... moment?... let me end with a complete detour. It's no secret to my two fans that I've been a Hugh Laurie fan for a very long time. It also shouldn't be surprising that he's been doing a bit of press lately, what with House ending and him about to go on an extended tour for his blues album (which I still haven't bought. Bad fan. Bad. Especially because the music's pretty decent). Put those two things together and you shouldn't be shocked that I was watching Jay Leno the other night when Hugh Laurie was on. Actually, I watched the night before as well, for Joel McHale (I guess I have a thing for tall funny people? Yeah, probably). Which brings me to this question, and I'm asking it honestly of you Leno fans out there:

Why?

Why does Leno have fans?

For two nights in a row I sat through the monologue, waiting in vain for it to be funny. And the interviews? The man simply doesn't listen. Conversations are supposed to be two-way, last time I checked, and I watched two smart, witty guests have half of their good lines missed because Leno was too busy being... I dunno, Leno? And it's not exactly the first time I've seen that happen on his show. I realise that being entertained is partly a matter of personal taste, but if I was going to watch the Tonight Show on a regular basis I'd have to invest in a supply of nerf balls because I'd seriously need something to throw at the television to release the frustration.

I guess it's a good thing that there are other late night shows, then. And never mind the fact that I usually watch them in the morning. That's another topic for another time, and I see that I've already got plenty of words down here.

And besides, I feel much the same way about Oprah (for different reasons) as I do about Leno, and the viewing world in general has already told me I'm wrong on both counts. In the end, what do I know?



I know it's time to stop tying; I suppose I will, then.

Friday 18 May 2012

Ok, honestly?

Not to sound like the Wheel of Random Excuses, but this time I got involved in a work thing and forgot that I hadn't already blogged.

And now I have other work stuff.

I'd say that I'd post properly tonight, but we all know at this point that it's not going to happen. Sooo... tomorrow?

Yeah, I think I can actually do tomorrow.




I hope at least that everyone's enjoying the recent parade of ladybird beetles. New photos as of the weekend, or at least that's the plan. For now, though, back to work.

Bye, then.

Thursday 17 May 2012

Pointless photo of the day:

It's been a training day for me so I haven't had time to think of a blather. Is anyone surprised at this point? Yeah, I know. it's been one of those weeks. Or one of those months.

So.

Um?

I... well, I cut myself on a tiny piece of broken glass yesterday, if that interests anyone. It probably doesn't, but there you go. What gets me, though, is how far one stupid little shattered glass can manage to spread itself in a small apartment kitchen. I mean, I've been finding bits of this stupid thing for days now. Yesterday I found one by accident (obviously. I wouldn't have tried finding it by purposely cutting myself, right?) and then looked a little closer (in a place where there should BE NO GLASS, I might add) and found three other minuscule pieces just waiting to dig themselves into my finger at the slightest provocation.

Yes, this particular glass is sentient. Shut up. I'm tired.

In other news? Is there other news? How about the fact that I currently have this running through my brain (because it's apparently Opposite Day in my head. The day hasn't been bad, but it certainly doesn't qualify for such... bounciness) so you may as well too.

And with that, I'm outta here.

Wednesday 16 May 2012

I'm tired and I have work to do

So yeah. Here's a photo of a ladybird.

That's all you're getting out of me today.

Later, then.

Saturday 12 May 2012

So I went for a walk...

... and I found this.

No, wait. That's a good thing. It's always a good thing when I find a spider to take a photo of.

For those new to the program, I'm not kidding.

Anyway, since I'm at work and typing's still an interesting, ALT-key-hitting experience (I've tentatively tried a few things without the brace, but it becomes obvious in a hurry that I'm not quite ready to be unsupported yet), I'm going to keep this short.

I did, however, want to say that it's a gorgeous day out, so stop reading this and go out for a walk already.

Even if you're not where I am, go for a walk. Find a spider. Or not, if you'd rather not. The point is, it's Saturday and you should find something else to do besides staring at a monitor and reading pointless blather.

 I know I'm going to, in about an hour and a half or so.

And if it's not Saturday by the time you read this? Well, it never hurts to find something else to do anyway, if you asked me. But then, I also don't have a computer at home, so very few people ask me at all.





Shame, really.

They might find something else to do.

Thursday 10 May 2012

I so completely haven't had enough sleep to post

Did you know that there are two 2 o'clocks in a day?

No one should know that first-hand and then still pretend that they have enough brain to go to work with, really. So far today I've sat in on an interview (and you'll have to ask Wheat if I was a massive embarrassment), made some minor, completely non-taxing edits to the work blog, fed the salamanders, and stared into dead space.

In some order.

As for the rest of the day, I'm thinking that I might just head home, give my sore head a rest (yeah, on top of everything else my neck's been out. I'm moving now, but it's pretty obvious still that things aren't quite hooked up right yet), and see if I can't come up with something for the increasingly-likely-to-be-late summer newsletter's front page column. Aaand probably fail miserably at that, but I least I could give it a try.

And since writing isn't technically a thing that I have to be in an upright and seated position, that particular option is looking very palatable just about now.

Sooo...

Yeah. I've got nothing. Catch you later, although maybe not tomorrow since it looks to be busy.





I hope I find a way to bring my WHOLE brain tomorrow...

Sunday 6 May 2012

Chapter 1565: Wherein Dee actually comes up with a post about gaming, of all things

Please note that I changed the post title AFTER I typed what's below. What was the original title? None of your business. So there. Nyah.

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Sorry. I could have used a bit more sleep. A fair bit more sleep, come to it. The father figure had to be somewhere this morning, and I think that we were both probably anticipating it a little too much.

So. Um.

Daffodil, then? This particular one is the incredible fading flower. I have photos of it in previous years being very yellow, but these past couple of seasons it's decided that it is, in fact, cream-coloured. Its prerogative, I suppose.



What else? Oh, I know. Here's something completely pointless. You'll have to give me a moment to go upstairs, though. I need to grab the toy.

Ok, back. And the toy, for anyone who hasn't been paying attention, would be my 3DS.

For those new to the program, I'm most decidedly not a gamer. What I am most decidedly is physically and reflexively (word of the day, I guess. I didn't even know that it was a word for sure, but spellcheck seems to be ok with it) incompetent, which is probably why I find myself enjoying hand-held gaming. No one has to watch me screw up royally, so I can just amuse myself. Having said that, though, I have to admit that between my ineptitude and, frankly, my own tastes, I own almost nothing for this machine that actually requires any speed and/or agility.

Anyway, in honour of what's apparently become List Weekend and the fact that I started this post with absolutely no thought of a topic at all, we (me 'n alllll the voices) now present for you: The Current Contents of My 3DS, along with the occasional sarcastic comment or several.

First, the current game card:
  • MarioKart 7. Actually, it's the only 3D game card that I own.The rest are from when I still had the DSi. As for 3D stuff, it seems easier and cheaper to download it for the most part rather than buying a physical game. Am I any good at MarioKart? NO. But it sure is fun.
Second, the built-in software. I suppose this is more for the information of anyone who's not used a 3DS than anything else, since it doesn't reflect anything I've done to it myself:
  • Camera
  • Sound
  • Mii Maker
  • Mii Plaza
  • eShop
  • AR Games (which I play occasionally, but the lighting in my apartment generally isn't good enough for the machine to read the AR cards well)
  • Face Raiders (which probably causes a lot of accidentally tossed DSs for those who play it regularly. Shades of the original Wii controllers?)
  • Activity Log (yeah, like I need statistical reminders of how badly I waste my time some days)
  • Download Play (which I've never used because apparently I have no friends. Or at least no friends with 3DSs)
  • System Settings (MY FAVOURITE!. Yes, I'm totally kidding)
  • Nintendo Zone (which I have never been able to make work. Any time I've been in a zone it has trouble connecting. Anyone else have that problem?)
  • Nintendo Video (which actually has its moment of being cool, depending on what they send out. Dinosaur Office...Rahr!)
  • Swapnote (which I'm sure is loved dearly by teenaged girls everywhere)
Oh, and of course the World's Slowest Internet Browser. Or second slowest, I'll admit. It's faster than the DSi browser for sure, but that's kind of like saying that a big snail is faster than a little snail. They're still both snails, no matter how much garlic butter you cook them with.

And now, the meat of the matter. Let's call it Things that I've Actually Downloaded By Choice. Yeah, and judge me as you will. I already said that I'm not a gamer; now here's the proof:
  •  Art Academy: First Semester. It was free on club points, and it has some merits. Plus, it was a way to free-draw with the touch screen when I was in the mood, which was all I had until I got...
  • Colors! 3D. I haven't used this much yet (have I said anything today about my wrist? Oh. Well, consider it said now, then), but looking through the features it seems like a more sophisticated painting tool than I honestly expected it to be. I guess you folks will be able to see for yourselves what you think when I eventually have enough fine motor control in my left hand to try making and posting some digital efforts. Digital doodles from me? I bet the world can't wait.
  • Zen Pinball. Ok, honestly? I have way more fun with this than I really should. And the graphics are incredible.
  • Fun! Fun! Minigolf Touch! Exclamation points theirs, not mine. It was...fairly cheap. I find it... fairly boring. But maybe I haven't given it enough chance yet. Or maybe it's just that my Mii in this game is about seven feet tall. I'm not, and if I had the choice I wouldn't be in cyberversion either.
  • Zelda: Four Swords Anniversary Edition. It was free. And it's an example of where my lack of gaming skills comes into play. I mostly spend my time dying too quickly.
  • Zuma's Revenge. I used to play it on the PopCap site before my father's computer decided that it didn't like it. At the moment I'm stuck on a level, so I've put it aside for a while. Fun, though.
  • Plants vs. Zombies. Another PopCap game, for those familiar with PopCap stuff. I like PopCap stuff, it seems.
  • 5 in 1 Mahjong. It tends to be a rule in my life that I need some sort of solitaire game around to fill the time when necessary. I have DS game cards with card-style solitaire; the Mahjong is handy when I don't have one of those cards around.
  • Freakyforms: Your Creations, Alive! AAAUGH. This game turns me into a five-year-old. I spend more time than I'd like to admit creating little monsters and sending them off "exploring". It's stupidly addictive. Emphasis on the stupid, but I can't help myself.
  • Mario & Sonic at the London 2012 Olympic Games (Demo Version). This demo has firmly convinced me that I have no business buying the full game card version. It'd probably be a lot of fun for those of you with coordination and timing, though.
  • Mario vs. Donkey Kong: Minis March Again! Another free one with club points. It's a fun puzzle-style game, but it's currently been put aside for...
  • Pushmo. The design's too cute (I don't do cute well) but the puzzles are great. And the 3D's not bad either.
  • Mario's Picross. This one (another free on points. I had a points build-up at one time. Not so much now) is from what they call the Virtual Console, which is a platform for playing old GameBoy games on the 3DS. According to the screen I have up, it was originally released in 1995. Yep, black and white and everything. Fantastic puzzle, though. It's the kind of thing that shows you that the classic games are classic for a reason. Plus, the Virtual Console games are cheap downloads. I'll probably buy a couple more at some point.
  • Cut the Rope. I haven't had this long, but I love it. Another addicting puzzle. I had Wheat try it the other day, and he says there's some similarity with Angry Birds (although this one involves gravity rather than slingshots). I haven't played Angry Birds, but if it's anything like this I can see why people get obsessed.
Well, that's it at the moment. I imagine that there'll be more since I've got past the whole not-sure-I-want-to-start-downloading thing in an obviously big way. And man, this is a lot of wordage for a day when I had nothing to post. Ok with everyone if I stop typing now?





Yep. It's ok with me too.

Saturday 5 May 2012

50 Things: Aesthetics Edition

For those new to the program, every once in a (great) while when I feel like things have been getting a little too negative on the blog I'll do a 50 Things list. Fifty things that I like, that is. Or that make me happy. Or whatever, so long as it's on the positive side. This time around I thought I'd give myself a challenge and see if I could come up with a list focussed on the artistic side of life. I'm giving myself a little leeway here by calling it aesthetics, but that's mostly just so that this doesn't become a list of only painters or only colours or only carbon pencils. That'd be tricky. Erm, all of the above are allowed to appear on the list, by the way, and probably will.

Are you ready? Keep in  mind that I'm doing this entirely on the fly, so I have no real idea of what's going to come out:
  1. Spiders. Yes, spiders. I find them aesthetically pleasing, in case you hadn't noticed. They're built very well for what they do, and there's a beauty to that. Just check out the Thin-legged Wolf Spider on the typing stand above. Kind of pretty, right? She's been my morning companion, you know. Doesn't talk much, but keeps the place bug-free.
  2. Carbon pencils. I'm in love with carbon pencils. Absolutely sensuous to work with.
  3. Lilies. Fantastic bold lines.
  4. Interesting paper. And note that interesting doesn't necessarily mean expensive.
  5. Renoir. A bit cliché, I know, but really my first introduction to impressionism so I'll always have a soft spot there.
  6. Black paper. I like the occasional challenge of not being able to erase my mistakes. Only occasionally, though.
  7. Branching patterns.
  8. Patterns in general.
  9. Diagonals.
  10. Leaves. Leaves are a great way to practice drawing what's really there as opposed to what you think a leaf's supposed to look like.
  11. Purple. Like the Early Blue Violets below (which are purple, despite the common name). They're all over Dad's yard right now.
  12. Ok, violets of any colour.
  13. Smudging. When it's on purpose, that is.
  14. Moleskines. And I hate that I do, because it feels like I got sucked in by the advertising.
  15. Watching people create almost anything. Even industrially. Remember the motorcycle-building shows that were all the rage a few years ago? I was heavily into them. And I haven't been on a motorcycle since I was a kid. Um... it was with my uncle, I should say.
  16. Tulips.
  17. Learning the thinking behind artistic choices.
  18. Dale Chihuly. Well, his work. I honestly don't have an opinion one way or another about the man himself. But if you ever get the chance to see Chihuly in the Hotshop when PBS reruns it, watch. You'll be amazed.
  19. Rich wood grain. You know, like an old library. I don't understand how people can paint over that sort of warmth and comfort.
  20. Watching work progress. Someone I follow on twitter is currently tweeting photos of a mural that he's working on and it keeps interrupting my thought process here, to be honest. Not that there was much thought process to begin with, but...
  21. Making myself get messy. It's completely against the grain for me, but every once in a while I just really need to open up my mess of a mixed media journal and make it even more of a mess.
  22. Texture. It's one of the reasons that I've not had much urge to learn to paint. The brush is too much of a barrier to the media for me. Maybe I should take up fingerpainting?
  23. Monet. Again with the impressionists, yes. I like impressionism, I guess.
  24. Greens. Plural.
  25. Actually getting something right. I spend too much time not liking my doodles, I'll admit.
  26. Water drops. Take a closer look at water droplets on leaves or flowers after the next rain. Thousands of tiny magnifiers, really. Which leads me to...
  27. Seeing things in a different way. Magnified, stripped down, opened up... whatever. I like seeing different facets of familiar things.
  28. Daffodils. Geez, lots of members of the Liliaceae today. Not too surprising, though. I really do like the lines.
  29. Am I allowed at this point to say flowers, period? I'm going to anyway.
  30. Being surprised by a style or genre that I didn't think that I liked. Has anyone out there seen one of the seasons of Work of Art: The Next Great Artist? I'm not going to debate the merits of the works as actual art (and the whole idea of artists even competing like that) because I'm up in the air about it myself, but the show does have the advantage of introducing a person to methods of working and end results that you might not have even remotely considered in the first place. Stretching your boundaries is always a good thing.
  31. Just plain doodling without an aim. I don't do enough of it at the moment (well, I don't do any of it until my wrist heals a bit more), and I need to make an effort to start again.
  32. Hidden detail. Things you won't notice the first time around but surprise you the second or third.
  33. Crud, am I only on 33? Ok, unexpected results, as long as it's not in something I'm doing for work. Work stuff needs to turned out as planned. Nature of the beast.
  34. Inktense pencils. I kind of suck at using them still, but I'm having fun with the mistakes at least.
  35. Trying out new media on someone else's dime. In other words, thank you to my enablers who keep giving me gift cards for things that I'm far too cheap to ever think about buying with my own money (yeah, I'm laughing at myself here, but it's true).
  36. Masking fluid. It's still sort of a new toy for me, but other than the smell it's kind of fun.
  37. Really good soft graphite pencils.
  38. The Group of Seven. Being Canadian I grew up seeing their stuff on calendars and things like that to the point where it was boring and routine. A number of years ago, though, I was lucky enough to see many of the actual works on display in Ottawa and... wow. In person you really get what all the fuss is about.
  39. The way things are put together in nature. Growth patterns, things like that.
  40. Being nearsighted. And this is the only place you'll see my myopia on a "like" list. Overall I'd rather not be nearsighted, but I think it's given me more of an appreciation for detail.
  41. Digital cameras. I said before that I like seeing things in different ways, and digital cameras allow me to do that without the worry of the cost of developing a bunch of wasted film. Sure, film photography has more craft to it, but digital has the freedom. I mean, just try googling camera tossing. Would that have ever happened without digital?
  42. Lichtenberg figures. Look it up. They're amazing. Frozen lightning.
  43. The internet, for making it so easy to find art.
  44. Shells. Again with the strong lines. I suppose I'm not really into fussy.
  45. Art stix. Another thing that I'm still figuring out how to use. Maybe I like things that I'm incompetent with, I don't know.
  46. Pewter. Or, rather, neat things made from pewter.
  47. Coloured gemstones. Diamonds may be a girl's best friend, but aesthetically I find them fairly boring.
  48. Butterflies. And moths, actually. And ladybird beetles. Insects add interest to flowers for me. Like a brooch on a nice jacket. Shut up. That's not weird.
  49. Having an art gallery at work. It'll probably be gone with the upcoming renovations, but I'll certainly miss the opportunities it's brought along with it. Opportunities of all sorts, including having some of my own stuff exhibited (which I never would have imagined happening in... ever).
  50. Soluble graphite. Ink wash without the ink, and at least partially erasable (thank goodness).
There. That's fifty. I'm not going to read them back just now since I've been called for lunch, but when I do I'll no doubt cringe. Ah well. The cringing is all part of the... fun?

Or whatever this was.

Type at you later.

Friday 4 May 2012

So gauche

The pointless iris photo is, obviously, from last year. I posted it only to go with yesterday's post of the iris seed pod photo. Guess maybe I should have posted the before before the after?

Ah well.

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Today's probably short post is to remind everyone that I'm left-handed. Extremely left-handed. That's not too common, just like being extremely right-handed isn't too common. Most people have a preference for a hand, of course, but in a pinch can switch out reasonably easily. Me? Not so much. I use my left hand for pretty much everything. Sure, I've adapted to using most right-hand-designed tools with my left hand (you more or less have to if you're going to exist in industrialised society) and this isn't going to be a the world isn't built for meeeee rant (although the spouts on ladles kind of tick me off. Really, people? You can't be bothered to put a spout on both sides? How hard can that be?), but the fact is that I do everything with my left hand (as I'm constantly being reminded of with the current wrist situation).

Everything.

Oh, except.

There are, believe it or not, a very few select things that I'm better at doing right-handed than left-handed.

Such as, Dee?

Well, mousing would be one. Computer mousing. When mouses (part of me really wants to say mice) first started coming into use (and shut up, world. It doesn't make me old that I remember a world without mousing. The fact that I remember using 5 1/4 inch floppy disks on computers without hard drives probably does, though) I realised that every computer situation that I'd run up against from then on would be set up with the mouse on the right-hand side. So, even though it was possible to switch mouse button functions around for lefties, I made the conscious decision to learn how to mouse right-handed. And now? I completely suck at left-hand mousing. Completely. No aim at all.

Same thing goes with cameras. Cameras are right-handed. If you've never thought of that before, then you're not left-handed. Cameras are right-handed, so if you like to take pictures you either awkwardly try to cross-hand the shutter button, or you just bloody well learn to use your right hand.

So yeah. I can do a thing or two with my right hand, but that doesn't make me any less leftie. Writing's never going to happen with the other hand, or drawing, or anything that involves any sort of fine motor skill. Which means, of course, that I'm just going to keep injuring my left wrist, and I'm occasionally going to find myself constantly hitting the ALT key with my brace splint...

Yeah, I've hit the tired-of-typing point now. If this post seems even more fractured than usual, it's been interrupted a bit because (oddly enough) I've been dealing with work things at work. I don't even want to read this back to see how little sense it makes, really. So... posting... now.

Thursday 3 May 2012

Pointless photo of the day:

Aaand that's all. Unexpectedly busy day, and my wrist hurts now anyway.

It's sort of a post, right?

Wednesday 2 May 2012

I promised a post, didn't I?

That might be a problem, since I'm in a bit of a topic dry spell. It seems like anything I post today would be a work whinge or an allergy whinge or a sore wrist whinge... does the world really need any more whinging?

By the way, I know that I say this every year when I post a similar pointless photo, but doesn't newly-sprouted rhubarb look a lot like green brains?

Maybe it's just me.

Erm, not that I look like green brains. Or that I'm newly-sprouted, for that matter.

Ok, how's this for a topic: I'll talk wrist but I'll try to make it as minorly whingy as possible. Will that work for anyone?

I really am dry here, folks.

I'm currently in the process of finding out that it's probably too early to be typing without a brace on, but I really didn't want the fun of hitting the ALT key repeatedly again just for a blog post that probably wasn't going anywhere anyway, so there it is. It feels... weird. And wrong. My wrist has got used to the security of being splinted up, so being without its protection is telling it to start complaining even if it's not really all that sore.

Yet.

It will be.

I should make it clear that this is a minor (emphasis on minor) sprain, so it's not all that bad compared to others I've had. I mean, at least I don't feel like my hand is going to fall off, so there's a blessing.

And for anyone who thinks I'm exaggerating about the limb-falling-off feeling? Well, that just makes it obvious that you've never had a bad sprain. Which, yay for you. Seriously. With my experience, given the choice between a bad sprain and a break, I'd take the break every time. Well, nearly every time. Obviously there's some things that I'd really very much rather not break. But bad sprains? Still not fun.

Any of my two fans who've been here long-term will know that I have a continually screwed-up ankle because of a very bad sprain back in Grade Nine (which, frankly, is long enough ago now than I care to even think about). That's how I know the feeling that your foot is somehow not connected to the rest of your body. It's very, very weird, because it's before the real swelling and the real pain sets in. It just feels utterly and entirely wrong. This is wrong, I know it's wrong, I shouldn't be walking on this wrong, but my idiot gym teacher can't be bothered to check to see if anything's really wrong wrong, I mean.

And I'm not going to go into the idiot gym teacher thing again. I'll save that rant for a time when my wrist isn't already starting to ache from being unsupported.

Incidentally, anyone who's never had to deal with a continuing injury after a sprain has also never had to deal with a life, of itchy, stinky braces. Which, again, yay for you. I hate braces, and I can currently smell that wrist brace that's beckoning from the other side of my desk all the way over here. It's delightful, I can assure you.

TMI? TDB.

Anyway, done with typing for now.

And it did end up to be a post, right?

Yay for me, this time.
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