bandit king of lunch and string

but lory needs mittens :(

i think my options right now are 1) try to knit tight, 2) freeball a pattern using part of the chart, or 3) use a different pattern with a looser gauge.

i really should've looked at that gauge of '36 stitches per 4 inches' and gone NOPE but the pattern is so beyootiful ;_;

 

dang, i need a name for the human language in stalemate. i absolutely refuse to call it 'common', and only nonhumans call it 'human', but p much everyone on the southern three quarters of the whole continent speaks the same language, so calling it after one of the countries would be awkward. especially since neither of the two countries this is focused on would ever admit to speaking a language named after another one, so it'd be one language with two names, which is super confusing for the reader. but naming it after a country none of the action takes place in would be weird.

i kind of want to call it 'central' or something, to kind of echo the way midwestern english is the Official Correct American English, but languages don't get called things like that. when i look at real world 'common' languages, latin for instance is named after a region, and sanskrit basically means 'liturgical' or 'scriptural'. 'lingua franca' just means french... in latin. which is dumb if you ask me but they didn't.

and then on top of that, when casimir meets the orcs, he'll be speaking a weird northern dialect of it, and the orcs have orcish accents, so even though they're all technically speaking the same language they probably won't understand half of what the other is saying. how the hell do i write that without it being all clunky and immersion-breaky?

today is frustration day at work for jesses. but at least i'm working. i can sit in my chair and i'm not distracted by pain much, and i don't have brain fog, yay!

 

hmm, worth a try!

 

me: ok, that's enough lounging around, time to get back to work!
one (1) fluffy lad: i nap on ur tum, ok?
me: what is work, i've never heard of work, it's probably fake

 

you know, i'm kind of starting to get attached to the idea of the language having a bunch of names, all of which kind of mean like, "you know, that one language, the one everybody knows." so maybe it gets referred to as 'freespeech' and 'ordinary' and 'plainspeech' and so forth, and maybe technically it's a grab bag of havenite, czinsistani, four other human languages, and enough orc and elf loanwords to make the spelling weird, but really it's just... what everybody speaks when they're talking to somebody from not-around-here.

which is perilously close to just doing the d&d thing of 'common', except that it doesn't bother me when it's got a good reason to be that way. especially if people are speaking their own regional languages and dialects at home. less fourth-wall-breaky that way.

thanks, y'all.

 

ok i'm not going to make a separate vent thread just for negative feels, since i'm not very negative very often, and when i do it's usually stuff that wouldn't bother anyone really. but this is bugging me so i'm spoilering it.

Spoiler: kinda medical horror-ish

i no longer trust my body to heal. i feel like something undead, like i'm just slowly but inevitably deteriorating, rotting from the inside. i visualize my bones as kind of soft and crumbly with black patches, and my flesh is pulpy with bruises. i feel like a monster. i don't smell like myself, either; i haven't since my surgery. i think the antibacterial wash they had me use killed my usual body odor bacteria, and then i picked up some other strain in the hospital, and i smell super wrong. my digestion's screwed up, and i'm wondering if my gall bladder is going, and that gets me thinking about how luka's gallbladder was actually necrotic before they took it out -- how would i know? i'm in so much pain so much of the time, and on painkillers the rest, could i be masking something catastrophic? but living without painkillers isn't an option. anyway, probably it's the painkillers that are messing up my digestion. i just know all my systems are a mess.

now this thing where i've lost feeling in big patches of my left leg, oh god i hate it so much. the numb areas from my chest surgery were already kinda driving me up the wall, but they were a fair tradeoff for not having boobs. this isn't a trade for anything, though. this is just. i went to the courthouse on a cold day, and walked very carefully on icy sidewalks and didn't fall down, and sat on a hard bench for no more than 15 minutes, and the result was more than a week flat on my back, and permanent nerve damage. what am i supposed to do with that?

what's next? my doctors seem to think it's possible to get better instead of worse, but it keeps just.. not. happening. at this point i'm reduced to tracking the progress of cat scratches on my hand to reassure myself that i do still heal, i'm not actually a corpse.

if i let myself accept that i will never be better, i'll never be able to hike or travel or even go for a car ride in cold weather, i'm going to have a real bad time. so i'm not accepting that.

 

tfw nothing will cheer you up but avengers/leverage crossover fic and you've already read all... two of them... that exist

what the hell brain

please just stop being so high maintenance for five minutes

 

seebs and i have been watching it and we love it <3

 

man, i just wanted to know the correct order of shave/shower/moisturize to prevent shaving bumps, but i fell down the gq beauty tips hole and now i'm weirded out. why would you spray your face with ginseng and coffee Product instead of like... drinking the coffee.... .... ?? what the fuck is a peel. it frightens me.

 

ok i'm sure a skin peel is not a destructive item in any way but all i can think of is

 

so much of my theological perspective is informed by my experience of petting devy cat while saying lovingly, "you've been fighting with meenah haven't you, you sinner cat, you wrathful girl, you're so full of sin and wrath."

 

wow that sounds like a great way to give myself a horrible rash