jmtorres: The arch-elf from the movie Santa Clause, with pita. (holidays)
I am not Christian. My family is nominally Christian and celebrates Christmas. I was raised nominally Christian/mostly actually secular humanist-culturally Christian, so sometimes I slip and talk about Christmas when I mean Solstice. And then other times I feel like I am an oppressed minority because pagan Solstice trimmings were assimilated by the Church, because I can't avoid Christmas, because my family won't let me skip Christmas.

Short version: I have complicated feels about Christmas, and about families at Christmas, and my plan is to sleep through Christmas if anyone will let me get away with it, and if you want to talk to me about your Christmas/family problems, you are not going to get a lot of response, because at this point my defense is mostly to shut down. Sorry.

Also noteworthy: my store has entered the month of neverending Christmas music, so I'm playing defense all day every day.

x-posted to tumblr
jmtorres: animation: Supernatural 4.09, Ruby gasps as she wakes up Coma Girl. Text: COMA GIRL LIVES! (wake up)
In the last week I:

--finished my yuletide
--finished a pinch hit
--embroidered oven mitts for a coworker
--celebrated a friend's birthday
--got all my holiday shopping finished
--got all my holiday baking finished
--got all presents handed or sent to their recipients
--worked
--survived Christmas Day with a usual amount of breakdown
--helped a couple of friends get all the crap out of their apartment for moving
--sold them the king size bed
--got them awake and actually heading towards Cali
--went to Ikea for sofa bed
--built, with niq, her giant table and my sofa bed (we have conquered the Ikea!)
--saw Tron
--did not kill my family
--registered for a winter session class

not necessarily in that order.

I did not, however, work on my festivid. I was not expecting the moving and Ikea'ing to be part of my weekend, so.

I am considering going back to Ikea just now actually...
jmtorres: Kermit and Miss Piggy's leg re-enact famous shot from film The Graduate. Text: crack-headed crossover. (muppets)
to stay up most of the night to make a Christmas vid, right?

...to MCR?

Bratface thinks it would be an excellent idea, as he would get to chill next to me on the bed here. Poor pwned kitty. (Little Girl isn't even beating him up, she's just giving him death glare and he's terrified.)
jmtorres: The arch-elf from the movie Santa Clause, with pita. (holidays)
[personal profile] everysecondtuesday TUESDAY DEAR. I want to send you baked goods. I need to talk to you about things that can and cannot go into food you eat and also I need your address. I have emailed! Email me back! PS sorry I haven't been on IM much, work was hell this week.

Sigh

Dec. 13th, 2010 01:06 am
jmtorres: From Lady Gaga's Bad Romance music video; the peach-haired, wide-eyed iteration (Default)
My day was long. I did much, but not as much as I feel I should have, and I spent significant amounts of time wanting to stab people.

Tomorrow shall be much of the same, but at least with different people to want to stab.

things to do tomorrow )
jmtorres: The arch-elf from the movie Santa Clause, with pita. (holidays)
I've decided, definitively, that I want, and planned for transport of, a tree.

A real live tree, er, real formerly alive tree.

I've been bequeathed a selection of family ornaments, including the glass chili pepper (which is my favorite ornament ever, it looks like the glass blower was making something in this shape and crumpled it up, so, dried pepper!) and I'm planning to make some things--popcorn strands, maybe some origami ornaments, and stuff.

By the way, this is NOT a Christmas Tree, it is a Pagan Tree: I reclaim the tree in the name of the pagan traditions Christianity culturally appropriated in the first place. Just because Christianity won that cultural appropriation war doesn't mean I can't fight it again.

Anyway, if gift-giving is part of your solstice-approximate traditions, and you would like to give a gift to me, I would very much like more ornaments for my pagan tree! Fannish ornaments, handmade ornaments, ornaments that say "this is where I'm from!" (part of the reason I love the chili pepper so much is it's an Arizonan ornament, and I'm a desert rat born and bred and gone and returned) or ornaments that you just think are pretty. Or funny. I like funny, too. My address is in an access-locked entry. Send me ornaments, please! My tree needs love!

I am screening comments to this entry because I would like to invite anyone who wishes to leave me their address and any requests you may have, because I would like to send ornaments out as well, to anyone who wants one. Probably I'll be sending out origami ornaments, though for some of you I might be moved to break out the popsicle sticks.

ETA: a tree is here!
jmtorres: Quinn from Sliders asleep with book open on his chest. Text: Sweet dreams. (sleep)
So I'm going to try to go to sleep while it's still night time, because I'm tired, so it might work!

If I wake up before six, I am going to force myself to do laundry until I want to fall down again. Hopefully the mere idea will send me back to bed (although I could stand to do some laundry).

If I wake up before eight, I shall open up a window and start writing any of the like, eight scenes cycling through my head.

If I wake up before ten, I shall clip an episode of my festivids source.

If I wake up after ten, I really should head directly to my family's for Thanksgiving cooking.

...it's sort of scary that I am planning my sleep/wake schedule so regimentally. Sleep, something I have to work at.
jmtorres: Aya from Weiss Kreuz gets petted, text: Everyone needs a kitten (kitten)
I kidnapped your cat. I should have also demanded the nerf gun, I'm thinking. I'm sorry I gave up on the second ball of yarn, but jesus christ what the fuck did the Monster do to that thing.

The drive over here was an exercise in "GET OFF OF MY FACE CAT," although there was also a hilarious interlude where Monster climbed up on the dash and it was apparent that he hadn't realized the windshield was right there.

After a bit of wandering and sniff hello to my cats, Monster got bitey with me and when I removed my hand, hissed. He's cooling his heels in the bathroom. Which was exactly where he was before I took him on a field trip.

Oh Monster. Never change. And by that I mean grow the fuck up.
jmtorres: The arch-elf from the movie Santa Clause, with pita. (holidays)
I have niq's present!

(And if I happen to ask you, later, where I stashed it, the answer is "behind the cds")

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