Bellatrix Romana

I posted fic yesterday. It was a thing from LOTF, the books- I still have to write something about the comics. I feel like carrying it on, at least for the moment.

I still have problems of scheduling and making me do things, in short. But at least the laundry is marginally ok and the kitchen isn't horrible. I do long for meat, though. I have to move, today, a bit more than yesterday, we're at the DIY part of the paper and I have to assemble a bit more. I do have to take a walk, though. And I have to take away rubbish.

Still have to call my mother and inform my aunt that I found her present (for me).

I long for a certain company to find myself again alone, I long for a certain company only to find myself alone. I do feel alone and loneliness is the human condition, but it's hard to be lone even in the physical, real existence.

My father made me really angry, because he's talking about my work randomly around, or better, with people that may judge me. Would he please stop interfering with me? Do I do the same thing? It seems to me that I don't, so he shouldn't. Plus today he's into elephant mode and my mother scolded him, since she's washing and there's new dirt.

I'm getting used to use Firefox but it's still not really practical without a mouse, and I don't want to change the settings.

I am trying to work but I can't even spell!

I still have the Plague, it seems, since I cough too much and when I talk there's an edgy moment. I have to warm it up and then I can talk more normally. It's true that today I had Asthma From Hell going to the postal office, with rhinitis and so. But it's really embarrassing, since the voice will go up and down like it pleases it.

It's nice to see that they're changing a lot of things on the site. It's calm for the moment, but I hope people will come.

I do love Firefox, from times to times. I do love Safari, but you don't have extensions for it. Such as the LJ login. Now, for the rest, Firefox on LJ systems do sucks, compared to Safari, but if I don't have to live too much with it I can cope.

People at fandom_wank have the most charming vampire userpics every.

Am I terribly mean if I say that I love the euro/dollar change? But I do... after all, I lived most of my life with the cute, but terribly fragile lira. This is rather strange!

I wonder how a mature adult can be really, really, really stupid, online and offline. In this case: would you intervene into a rather serious community, first asking for books for an academical speech (hello, I don't do other people's homework), then doing a completely ridiculous poll, only to become a bitch if people do criticize you for being an air-head, and a delusional head one at it. You're over 30 and you behave like a troll, and an embarrassing one, well over the line of mad mysticism.

I really don't get it.

Or rather: seeing how horrible is the Italian academia, and seeing that this kind of person is thriving there, I am not surprised, but full of pity for a world that did take me six years, where I did learn a lot but that should have done something more. I say this kind since I have seen people behave just a hair less reasonably than you there, so why not one step more into the direction of idiocy. You're a disgrace to womankind and to the ones that try to be faithful to the cause of justice and knowledge.

Now I'm going to stop. Because I talk to the winds, but the winds can touch the appropriate ears...

Almost a month I didn't update! We lost the elections, I came back to Paris, I came back to Milan, I caught the Plague and I still have it.

I am tired but it's depression, sickness and extreme RL loneliness.

Being home and not in charge of everything with less than what a 1950s housewife would have got (and much less time also) is nice. Even with all the middle and upper sides of the breathing system not working as they should because of the Plague, and asthma (I really need a general checkup).

It's weird to have my old computers here, and occasionally I have to use them. I don't have practice of QWERTY anymore! I should have bought the cheap keyboard.

I found a new Pumpkins LP. And of course, being me, I looked up the reviews for the other albums on Amazon UK. One thing that I see is that the old have the best reviews. Even Adore, who was really contested at the time, is high on the list! I think the tunes grow upon people. If they aren't the usual alt rock poseurs. Which I do hope they grow up from being. I am in rather voracious mood, in the sense of multiple addiction. I have a lot of sacred music and electro (which in Virgin France is often dubbed techno-dance-everything that would be really derogatory in Italy; I begin to think that it's a question of public of the music), as well as something of the 1970s and, of course the Beatles. And my beloved Boris!

UPS is somewhere with my packages I have laundry to be done on the floor before me. But I ticked off "cds" and "luggage" from my writing pad. I gave up doing the painting for my cousin; I repainted the canvas, who's in black and that's good. I have one I'm doing abstract things upon, which sounds rather sadistic but I promise the result isn't bad; I just need to find the good shade to go with the ones I have there. The white paint sucks and that's very true. Black also. I should find something to paint, say, in grey and let them piss off each other. I still have to pack art. I have to find a solution, because I'm not going to let canvas in the bag with smelly trousers. Not so smelly, but it's canvas.

I don't regret that much having stayed home yesterday, as I could have done a lot of stupid things. I let myself go, and I don't want to let tribune!me go.

Silvio, listen to me. Take Valium. It's not really bad. In alternative, go to theater, to the pictures (I ignore what's in program, but you don't have to problem of being too pissed off at having paid for a horrid movie). Take a walk somewhere. Visit the sick. Pray. But really, stop irritating people. I know it's for our good, because it's rather disgusting and I suppose logical people (ok, it's Italian we're talking about) aren't going to appreciate you for this, but, really!

My cousin could be transferring to Brazil. Cool. My aunt can't fly, so this is uncool for her, but for the rest there's internet, and there are her cats and her friends. Poor Brunilde, what would she think. She's so small, not like Zoe, who just can't talk. More, poor Acilia, who loves my cousin so much. You know, humans can talk but cats can't. I'm happy my cat can understand Italian fairly well and sometimes she listen to telephone (okay, she's not normal, but she's also anticlerical, which is not normal for a cat).

There's sun today...

The tradition of pissing me off by upgrading the iPod line as soon as I buy a new iPod isn't probably lost on Apple. I checked the page on MacGuides and it says, differently from only the end of last week and without news to support, that they're upgrading the Nano line. Okay, I'm going to enjoy mine (after the usual battle with the courier, I think). I just needed something with a certain capacity, and to de-stress my little green Shuffle. I love the engraved thing.

I have bought hours of music in the Virgin Store and I still have to listen to all of them. I couldn't find Lovebox, though. I'm a bit irked at the man at the counter who didn't listen much to me and tried to sell me a remix of Lovebox. Why would I get that? I have to resynch the music library back home. I don't know how many giga of music do I have.

I saw Hibernatus and Les Aventures de Rabbi Jacob. De Funès is a genius! I need icons of his weird faces to scare off people. I should also try to get a sock for the Nano when it's here. It worked well on the cell phone and I don't quite like the other systems, you end up scratching more than you do with normal use, and at least you haven't paid twenty euros (the socks can be really cheap, and cute).

I need to do the laundry and to buy food, because I have rice and salad and I think the gratin is dead. I should finish the chapter, also, because it's hanging.

I truly hate the new OPAC of the Braidense. The graphic is less hurting than the old one but I need to search, it's not art, it's a mean to reach the end of finding books. Stop.

I feel like writing once more, but I should probably tidy up and go to bed.

The sky is still too beautiful for a spring evening, going darker in a longer movement. The shadows are pure against it.

I found playing with lego quite relaxing and quite addictive. The colours are so bright (no, I'm not under acid) and the effects of carving a surface by building it into complicate tones...

I don't have icons- such was a frenzy when I was younger. I feel more and more in my bones with being older than people I have around, mentally too (even before, I would have- I was never that young). I shall carry on my regime (soft regime) and my extraits for circulation and draining. Plus I really like salad. And I can't find proteins that I can like much, except for things like sushi, but I can't eat much of that for obvious reasons.

I think I don't have the right receptors for wasabi. I mean, I shouldn't be able to stomach it... see what pepper does to my mouth! Instead, it burns a little and I manage to do away with saliva, no water and no bread. It feels strange! I'm going to scare people with this.

Girl: So, the Christ gave the manuscript of the Graal to the hermit into an air-tight box...
Me (to friend): In Tupperware?

...and I don't even feel guilty or naughty.

I am still a bit fazed by the change of hours. It's true, it was just this Sunday, but I should have set a rhythm. The hardest part is getting to bed. And I work one day ok and the other much less.

Yesterday, nice finding; there weren't the Ebil Gibelins who stormed up in Bergamo and gave it to the (welf) French King. No way, the king sent a trumpeter to ask if they please would give the city to French or else (but Bergamo wasn't exactly the most inept city ever, given that it had resisted less than twenty-five years before for the War of Ferrara) and they courteously said yes. Notice that amongst the first delegation (three big names of the Welf and one Gibelin) there were the same ambassadors I found before. Fidelissimi? Propri, like my old nanny would say.

The question is that in the Big Name History it was all a Gibelin thing, and if I hadn't checked Sanudo (whistle) out I would have written a lie. The mémoire isn't general, but even if it's not Fiscality and Economics of Venetian Politics, I can't be careless.

Vive les gibélins, anyway. I still feel for the Visconti, a bit. Taste like home, I think.

For the rest, I have found little in him, but integration is welcome.

So, we have one mess of a situations with elections (I'm Italian), because Mr Pizza (no, that's his real name) wants to postpone elections. Maybe. We don't know. My problem is that I did buy the tickets to get back and really, I'm fuming over this horrible mess- I could have stayed, I just come back and I could have returned really earlier. Infuriating.

I suppose people will ignore this, but it's also a carrying on of the old situation. May I found a micronation?

I have journals at LJ, IJ, WP and here. Since I'm incensed at how the SUP PRs are managing the whole mess. But I need to free my mind to understand how to act properly. The strike is a temporary thing, but I'm going to do it. Thank goodness I have ecto, and I can crosspost without messing up with milliards of windows in Safari.

I'm glad I'm a paid user here and I would like to contribute a bit more.