05:33 am - QotD
"Heinlein's stories about this always used to be particularly
chilling for me because I could tell he had thought out his predictions
very carefully and had researched them thoroughly .. including the
particularly chilling insight that the general public had taken such
a long time to figure out what Scudder was up to that the coup was
all over before they realized anything was wrong. Heinlein was dead
on the money with that particular part of his analysis .. I've seen
evidence all around me that people just aren't getting how dangerous
the dominionist movement is, partly because the most frightening public
statements they make are encoded to sound innocuous to people outside
the movement, just like this one, and most people in the mainstream
just don't hear them for what they are, or they just plain don't want
to know because they're afraid to think about the implications.
"I cannot stress enough that the dominionist movement needs to
be watched very closely on a continuous basis, because if they *are*
setting up to attempt a theocratic 'Christian law' coup in this
country, there may be very little if any overt warning of it before
it's too late to stop it. I'm basing that on past history, particularly
the NSDAP takeover in Germany in the 1920's-1930's, as well as what
I've seen from the movement itself .."
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lihan161051,
2008-01-08
05:49 pm - Y'know, this sounded less whiny in my head, before I started writing it down
[It sounded more coherent in my head, too.]
Okay, no groceries today either. I started getting ready to
go out, and my knees were wobbling in the shower. I rested a
little, hoping to feel better enough to take the bus even
though this is extra-un-fun weather for waiting for the
bus, which I don't like anyhow, and even though the bus costs
money (I figured walking all the way was out of the
question today, especially if I'm going to walk to the doctor
tomorrow where I can't get to by bus), but while waiting for my
legs to feel better my head and neck started feeling like I'd
been up too long ... which kinda makes sense since I woke up just
before midnight. (I had crashed around 15:00 and slept through
primetime without having programmed the VCR again.) So now I'm
feeling crashy, and feeling stupid for still not having gotten
out to buy coffee and eggs and bread and toilet paper and cheese,
but also feeling like I would be stupid to push myself to do the
walking (not blocks and blocks if I take the bus, but far enough
from bus stop to destination each way given how my legs feel) and
the carrying of stuff and the keeping my head clear in the grocery
store despite feeling like I'm on the verge of falling asleep.
(The major problem with that last point is that I'm already
losing track of what I'd been about to do -- or at the moment,
what I'd been about to write -- every three or four minutes, and
that seems like a recipe for a shopping trip that takes three
times as long as it should and still omits things that were on
the list.) Something as routine -- as basic -- as
picking up groceries should not be this difficult. But that's
the kind of week fortnight I'm having.
If I'd been feling a bit better yesterday, going out then
and resting today to be able to get to the doctor tomorrow
would've been a good bet. At this point I think trying to do
just about anything is going to screw up my chances of making
it to my appointment tomorrow.
On the plus side it means not having to find out whether
the sidewalks are as slippery as the street until tomorrow.
(I've been hearing a lot of cars spin their wheels tring to
climb Lombard St. -- and Lombard isn't enough of a slope
that one would ordinarily even think to apply the verb 'climb'.
A couple of them apparently even got stuck, with
traffic backed up behinf them, around two hours ago. From
my window the travel lanes just looked wet the last time I
checked, with all the white stuff on the parking lanes and
the sidewalk. But Weather Underground says the temperature
is hovering right around melting, so the situation is probably
pessimal for traction.)
(Perrine just reached out her paw and zapped my arm
with static electricity.)
I have a little stuff left in the fridge, just not a very
appealling selection (and the little bit of milk still in the
carton is just shy of the Perrine-won't-drink-it stage, but
she's a little fussier about milk than I am) ... and whatever
I do make has to taste good without curry powder (I wonder
whether I've got all the spices to mix some up from scratch,
and enough ability to focus to not get the ratios completely
bonkers). I have to remember not to eat after 3:00 anyhow
(appointment tomorrow is at 15:00, and the fasting period
for a cholesterol blood test is twelve hours, right?) so
if I don't get a decent meal in me a bit before then I'm going
to be majorly uncomfortable while trying to remember what
to mention to the doctor. I just hope my sleep pattern
shifts enough that I'm not also falling asleep then. (It's
been pretty random, so that bit might very well work out.
As long as my body doesn't pull the "sleep for an hour and
a half and then not be able to sleep any more" stunt that
it did the night before last.)
I try to be good about clearing the sidewalk in front of
my house when it snows, even if not terribly quick about it.
I had planned to attempt it -- fearing how my injured wrist
would tolerate it -- after returning from shopping. Y'know,
between the crashy-enough-for-things-to-look-strange feeling
(peripheral vision gets wonky when I'm this tired --
does that happen to everyone else?) and the painful
wrist, maybe I'll let myself be irresponsible about the sidewalk
this once. Hey, it'll match most of the rest of the block
this way.
The current un-warm spell has lasted long enough that
the house's thermal momentum from the warm spell before
is starting to run out: on the 8th I was seeing temperatures
around 295K (72°F/22°C) in the bedroom and bathroom,
where I have electric space heaters plugged in, and 289K
(60°F/16°C) in the kitchen (maybe a degree or two
warmer when I was cooking); this morning the temperatures
were 289K (60°F/16°C) in the bedroom, 287K
(57°F/14°C) in the bathroom, and 282K (48°F/9°C)
in the kitchen, and that's about how the last few days
have been. It does make me more inclined to want warm food
rather than just grabbing snacks out of the fridge. Other
than my toes getting cold when I've been in the kitchen,
and my arm getting cold reaching out from under the blankets
to type, it's not too terribly bad. I would like a bit more
warmth when drying myself after a shower though. And I'm mostly
sticking to just those three rooms.
As with last week, there are things I really wanted to
do this weekend that I haven't been awake enough/organized
enough to try to arrange rides to and have no idea whether
my body will cooperate at the right times anyhow. So don't
count on seeing me (but if I get lucky with the timing of
when my body inconveniences me which way, I would love to
get to see people -- I could use the social time). Where
I go and what I do is going to be pretty much last minute
decisions and attempts to find transportation. Wish me
luck. (Obviously I'm not headed north to Arisia this
weekend. (I liked Arisia back when I used to attend it.
I hope my finances and health sync up such that I can go
to it again some year soon.))
If I lie very still, I can start to feel better enough
to think that I really ought to run out to the grocery store
after all. Then I try to move my head, or sit up, and
that feeling goes away. (Writing this has killed enough
time to make the idea of pushing myself to go out just to
get it done more obviously more of a pain than I want to
face right now. Er ... that sentence probably should've
had some punctuation. I started typing ninety minutes ago,
with frequent spacing-out breaks and changing my mind back
and forth about a couple of paragraphs. And getting zapped
by the cat, of course.)
Oh! Wait! I think I might still have a small butternut
squash that I keep forgetting about. If so, that would make
an appetizing, filling, and hot dinner. I think I even have
a small quantity of red lentils left to stuff in the scooped
out part. (I just have to pick something squash-compatible
to do with the lentils that doesn't require curry powder.)
And it'll involve running the oven long enough to make the
kitchen a smidgen less uncomfortable. Yay, a plan for dinner!