Well, instead of packing for my summer vacation, or something.

I went to a protest thing.

I blabbed about it at twitter, and I managed to get it to thread more or less correctly I think, so I will just link the top of that. At some point I will figure out how to get there to be twitter autopost things here, I hear it's possible but I do not know hoooowwwwwwwwww.

Anyway, the link is https://twitter.com/kiya_nicoll/status/896902155470127105
kiya: (let's go)
( Apr. 3rd, 2017 04:20 pm)
Three things make a post.

1) We have been approved to adopt catlings. It's about six months since we lost Len, and we decided it was time to start looking. We will be bringing home a pair of black youngsters, and we are trying to decide if we are also going to adopt a Holstein cat as well.

2) I have made formal plans for next ink.


My short story, "Delayed Exchange Deferred", will be appearing in the Zombies Need Brains, LLC anthology, The Death Of All Things. The TOC will be coming out real soon now, so I don't know who all I'm sharing pages with yet, but the company website says "It will include short stories by multi-award winning and NYT-bestselling authors Stephen Blackmore, Aliette de Boddard, Christie Golden, Jim C. Hines, Jason Hough, Faith Hunter, and Fran Wilde."

So, you know, if you're just dying to read my take on playing chess with Death (and yes, they are playing the Ruy Lopez opening, that is not a spoiler), that's where you can go to get you some of that stuff.

The book can be preordered here.

You guys, this is my first professional sale. (ZNB hits the payment benchmark for professional sale for SFWA though I don't think they're officially recognised as a qualifying market from a quick glance at the site.) Also: also. Also! I did the thing! rasfc folks, y'all know I've been wanting to do the thing! I did the thing!
kiya: (writing)
( Dec. 23rd, 2016 11:34 pm)
Just hit 'send' on submitting a short story in response to an SFWA-qualifying anthology CFS.

I hope they like it.

For, um. The values of the word "like" that are appropriate for that story, which is... not about things one likes.
kiya: (new perspectives)
( Feb. 15th, 2015 07:02 pm)
So if I'm designing a workspace I might as well look into ergonomics and such, right?

... turns out that the near-ideal ergonomics for me using the laptop, from everything I've found, are basically the ones that result when I prop myself up in bed with the computer over the edge of the lap desk thing.

(Like I am now.)

I find myself suspecting this means I should make the primary focus of the desk the crafting usage and the tablet usage rather than research and writing...
kiya: (snug)
( Sep. 14th, 2014 10:08 am)
Goodbye to the sweetest, most loving, stupid charming cat I've ever known.

I'll write more later.

[livejournal.com profile] artan_eter and KJ are going out to dig his grave.

Grave goods include catnip, a handful of kibble, and the red twisty off the top of a gallon of milk.

He shed on me one last time.
kiya: (witch)
( Jul. 25th, 2014 09:32 am)
really call for this sort of icon, really. And fortunately, last night Finch@DW gave me one.

Ah, XKCD 386, you are what you are.
kiya: (computers)
( Jun. 28th, 2014 02:05 pm)
I seem to have a working computer again. Maybe.

But I cannot get any of my email. I cannot even get into webmail on the account I've had since 1999. The domain I pay for is mysteriously not doing email at the moment and I haven't had the spoons or time to try to tech support this and.

I am perhaps not entirely in my best functionality, as having everything I use for routine asynch communication out is not exactly unstressful.

Got two achievments in Banished while I was trying to patch my machine. Then had a meltdown.

Waiting for mail program to finish patching and maybe smething will work again. Maybe. Somewhere.
The downside, of course, to having a piece accepted to an anthology is the part where I need to assemble a coherent author bio.
(I'm wondering now if I do this more at the moment because of the relapse.) But in any case, one of the things that loops in my head on and off is "How to talk to the doctor about how I feel."

One of the phrases that keeps popping up in search of refinement is, roughly, "[livejournal.com profile] artan_eter put me on the standard herbal treatments for this in TCM. This has helped me a lot, so I am merely tired, cranky, forgetful, and in a lot of pain." ([livejournal.com profile] artan_eter commented that he would consider "this is a vast improvement, bringing me up to barely functional" to be important medical data as a health care practitioner....)

The interesting/frustrating/undescribable thing about the relapse is, okay. A lot of this stuff I thought was basically normal, that I was just not good at dealing with the normal price of being an embodied entity. That other people just didn't want to complain about the aches like I did, because they had some higher level of stoicism or endurance or something. That other people just Protestant Work Ethicked their way out of the exhaustion and the memory lapses and other stuff.

And a more-or-less year with none of this being a significant issue means that I have had a vision of a world where this crap isn't actually normal. Which means that it's worth being angry about the pain, about the mind fog, about the everything, because I don't have to live this way.

Other people aren't just not wusses about how hard it is to stand up, some of them actually have working knees. Other people actually can remember things they need to do for more than a minute per reminder, even. It's not just that I'm a special-snowflake self-absorbed flaky jerk, it's that these are symptoms of the sort of nonconsensually suicidal body I have.

I am all full of italics. But.
kiya: (iodine)
( May. 1st, 2013 09:36 pm)
Perhaps the facts that 1) my knees have, after an uncertain amount of time in which they were not bothering me, once again become awful, 2) my bizarre acne patterns, which had cleared up, have returned, and 3) I am too tired to deal with anything ever, might possibly be related to the Epic Medication Dwamas that meant that I had to swap to a different brand.

(Knee problems: very common Hashimoto's symptom, at least according to the internet. YET ANOTHER MYSTERIOUS DISABILITY THING that boils down to the whole 'apparently I've been trying to kill myself for twenty years and I'm just bad at it, but not as bad as the medical system is at treating it' deal.)

Why do I not have a thyroid/Hashimoto's/whatever tag? This is a grievous failure of categorisation.

(ETA: Possibly also heartburn. I am wondering how many of my mysterious minor disabilities/physical inconveniences boil down to this damn thing, and how many I will be reminded of while I once again try to make my medication work for me.)
kiya: (bad influence)
( Apr. 30th, 2013 09:42 am)
Have voted in the special election primary.
kiya: (bone)
( Mar. 15th, 2013 12:48 pm)
Safely made it to Minneapolis partially in the company of [livejournal.com profile] jenett, had a lovely evening with [livejournal.com profile] elisem, and am now in the Paganicon hotel.

I must note to [livejournal.com profile] thewronghands that knowing that you opt out of the scanners while travelling with martial arts gear and sex toys gave me the mental fortitude to opt out of the scanners while travelling with a crate of books and a chain-spined snake. Your work, it is good work.

In a few minutes I will venture forth for the lunchings.
kiya: (dangerous bargains)
( Jan. 19th, 2013 03:23 pm)
(I am so behind on LJ like you wouldn't believe. If you said anything you wanted me to see in the last, oh, month, let me know okay? I will probably not catch up.)

I got diagnosed with some nutritional deficiencies a few months ago. And since these were deficiencies in the "In order to fix this I should eat ... the stuff I eat" sort of way, they're being wrestled with through supplementation.

This is not a minor matter: my doctor commented that if I were, y'know, sick, he would have me on an IV drip of this stuff. I looked at the charts of standard distributions of ratings of this stuff in my lab results, and a couple of things if they were box and whisker charts I would be off on the bad end of one of the whiskers, shall we say. Possible consequences of this set of deficiencies includes permanent neurological damage (possibly related to Alzheimer's, which my grandmother had; after I got home from the doctor and did a little research, I immediately called my mother to tell her she might want to have her stuff checked).

I had taken a bunch of this stuff to start out with a while back - a month and a half ago I'm guessing - and it laid me fucking flat. So I backed off, and have been sloooowly ramping shit up. And I finally got to adding the N-Acetyl-L-Cysteine (henceforth 'NAC') a few days ago. NAC is a precursor component to glutathione, which can't be supplemented directly because the body doesn't give a shit about marinating it, it wants to make its own.

NAC is also a detoxifier. (The other thing I have yet to add is also gonna contribute to this; that one is in the cocktail because it crosses the blood/brain barrier, I'm betting.)

This is a becoming a meditation on human frailty, really. How fragile and delicate a body can be; the courses that it ripples through in pursuit of health, of its goals, trying to tweak its function. This underlying problem could, in the very long run, destroy my mind; trying to correct it makes me physically weak as a kitten, costs me all of my emotional resiliency (which I was still in the process of damn well rebuilding), and ... yeah. And we don't even know what caused the deficiency, so even this level of 'treating the underlying problem' is really just a slightly deeper layer of fancy symptom management, anyway.

I started the NAC Thursday night because [livejournal.com profile] artan_eter doesn't have school Friday, and that would give the long weekend to try to get through the brutal first phase of detox. And my father will be visiting next week too, which will help.

I am see-sawing between "I don't have the strength to cry" and "I don't have the strength not to cry" today. Communication is hard: I can't begin to see what people might plausibly mean if they're not saying something exactly the way I would. (Had a lovely damn fight with [livejournal.com profile] artan_eter over that one earlier.) I have a cold, for insult to injury, too, so I'm just... I'm very, very tired.

I commented to [livejournal.com profile] artan_eter that what I seem to be shedding in this detox process is spoons. He commented that those are often made of metal...

Health is hard. Let's go shopping.

For something other than more pills and powders.
kiya: (hawk)
( Nov. 18th, 2012 11:18 pm)
(From conversation with [livejournal.com profile] artan_eter.)

Having a partner in grad school is like being in a poly situation in which one is a) mandated as a secondary partner and b) the primary partner is a demanding, autocratic drama queen in a perpetual state of crisis meltdown.
kiya: (yes meets no)
( Nov. 6th, 2012 03:40 pm)
KJ: "Where we going?"
[livejournal.com profile] artan_eter: "We're going to go vote. Do you want to vote?"
KJ: "Yeah."
[livejournal.com profile] artan_eter: "Do you want to be a donkey or an elephant?"
KJ, after some thought: "El'phun."
Me: "Are you going to reform the Republican Party?"
KJ: "Yeah. ... ... ... where's the party?"
I used to be in California semi-regularly. I've also visited other points on the west coast. I know I have, in fact, been in areas where earthquakes were perceptible before.

The first one I notice?

Has its epicenter in southern Maine.

(And felt like sitting on an unbalanced washing machine.)
kiya: (boggled)
( Sep. 15th, 2012 01:03 pm)
The mysterious lightswitch in my bedroom that I could not figure out what does controlled the light over the sink.

In the kitchen.

Explanations for why on earth anyone would wire a house this way are encouraged. Plausibility is not required, because duh.
kiya: (headdesk)
( Sep. 11th, 2012 11:57 am)
My computer has been demolished by an Act Of Baby. (Limeade was involved, in quantity.) My data has all been backed up, but. I'm not actually stressed out about this so much as just really, really tired and a little frustrated by anxiety about getting things done since all my notes, the homework assignment from [livejournal.com profile] loveandpower, and related stuff are all fiddly to access at the moment....

I mean, it's not like I'm posting here anyway, so nobody would probably notice. But. :P
kiya: (everything new)
( Jul. 12th, 2012 04:27 pm)
This has been a kind of emotionally brutal week in a lot of ways, for more than a couple of reasons. Today was not trending towards improvement, unfortunately.


I checked the shipping info on a book order I'd made using some gift cards I picked up recently, and it was marked 'out for delivery'. It was late enough in the afternoon that I went and checked the stoop. No books.

But then ... wait, wasn't that routed through the local post office?

I hiked up the driveway to the mailbox. And there, perched precariously on the rounded top, was a cardboard box. And I have taken my prize back down, and sorted the rest of the mail (which included a form letter from Rep. Niki Tsongas saying 'Thank you for asking me not to be an asshole; here is how I have implemented non-assholery' in response to a form letter I sent her) and cracked open my new box.

Hooray for new books.

Anubis, Upwawet, and Other Deities: Personal worship and official religion in ancient Egypt from the Egyptian Museum in Cairo is one.

A Jan Assmann book I didn't have (The Search for God in Ancient Egypt), another.

And two books by Orion Foxwood.

Hooray. Now if only my back would unseize.


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