Thing with those kind of weekly rituals is that they tend to grow more and more eleborate over time. On the other hand, they’re incredibly comforting.
Well, at least I think so.
Health
I’ve lost enough weight that my trousers start to get loose. Yay! Plus I’ve hit the 12pound lost mark a few weeks ago and didn’t even realize. It appears weightloss is much easier if you don’t focus like mad on it – My habbits changed and that’s the mainpoint. I still eat everything I have at home, though. But that’s easily fixed by only storing cat food at home.
An interesting observation: The largest drops in my weights happen when I’ve got two or three days of happily stuffing myself – provided I eat lean all the time otherwise.
Art
Traces of Chaos is boiling down to be a race between me and the weekly updates from my buffer. I like having a buffer. I do not like the fact it runs out. But the updates are in the queue up to mid-September and I plan to finish out September this week.
Thinking in two weeks chunks seems to be the way to go for me.
I do realized I have to let go off the not-ToC ideas for now, though. It’s hard. Ideas are a dime a dozen and as plentiful as sand on the beach1, but my reflex is still to hold on each single one. That’s impossible! If I try my mind gets dragged in a hundred different directions at once, which makes it kind off hard to actually focus. Still, letting go of them is still hard for me.
Other Stuff
My parents’ 30th wedding anniversy was this weekend. They still hold hands and tease the crap out of each other. It’s great – and it makes me a little bit envious, too. I wish I’d somebody to care about like they care about each other.
Our ten-man raids working on hardmodes now. I doubt that’ll happen for long – there are a few people who still need their Kingslayer-title because they had to sit out in our final kill – but the interest in hardmodes is definitivly there, especially in the core group of our rag-tag2 raid. That makes me happy.
Samus actually got a Drenai-counterpart on a German RPG Server now. I’m looking forward to see the life on the other side with her – which is why I’m going for Loremaster on her, too. Unlike my Horde-alts who’re spoiled rotten by my relativly rich main, my Drenai-pally is very have-not: No heirlooms, no bags, no gold – nothing but the support of a level 1 Dwarf auctioneer 3 to sell off the stuff she collects while leveling.
Leveling the hard way is fun, though.
Footnotes:
- This is why I find it hysterical if people come to me with “I have an idea and you should create it” – I’ve got enough ideas to last me ten lifetimes myself, don’t burden me with yours! ↩
- Is ragtag still applicable? We DID take down the lichking and slowly we’re actually getting something that resembles discipline and attendance in our Tuesday raids. ↩
- I actually had to sent my little dwarf seed money for the Auctionhouse fees. Which is hard when you’re still scrounging for copper. Ooops. Luckely small eggs sell well. ↩
So I shouldn’t share my idea of Des and Chally being two unstable, alcoholics with severe personal space issues who fight crime?
Oh and they have really neat race cars that combine together to form a giant battle robot.
And Chally has super sentient space fleas that whisper to her and help her solve cases while Des usually threatens people with ridiculously large weaponry that she keeps in her victoria’s secret department.
compartment rather.
Wrong character.
Siendes does neither psychotic nor overly large weaponery nor Victorias Secret – That’s Ruth’s cup of tea. :P
Yay, Ruth!
@John
You just have to love her, don’t you? :D
I fell into Ruth’s chest once. I almost didn’t find my way back out again. ;)
Ruth would probably shoot you, Kao. And then afterwards try to convince the local mafia that it was in fact a contract kill just so she could get paid for it.
I forgot to mention: Good work on the weight loss, Carina. :)
Thank you John.
But do you really think Ruth would shoot Kao? She’d prolly get psychotic and inventive on his arse. >:3
Hmm, good point. Maybe Ruth sedates him and surgically removes his liver and inserts explosives? Kao wakes up in a bathtub filled with ice and a freshly stitched wound along his side. The words ‘Ka-boom’ painted on the opposite wall from him.