azurelunatic: A glittery black pin badge with a blue holographic star in the middle. (blue star)
So, what a year.

* (2015) Learned I was losing my beloved administrative assistant/Yelling as a Service job, due to Silly Valley contract shenanigans.
* Mourned this loss...
* ... until I learned that my entire second department was being downsized and offshored. Then I got mad.
* Read the riot act about same to the CEO, in front of a whole-company meeting.
* Worked to hang on to some of the important friendships I had made over the course of my four years.
* Helped run a conference!
* Learned that someone I knew in my youth had gone on to do something that they really oughtn't to have done, and dealt with that information the best way I knew how.
* Presented at Open Source Bridge.
* Got up the nerve to declare myself to the person I'd been low-key flirting with since the last Open Source Bridge.
* Was kissed by this person. (Kissed them back.)
* Didn't do anything super dumb.
* Started the sort of heavy-duty communication that a very intimate but complicated relationship is going to need, just in the off chance one developed.
* ... Ooops.
* Helping my friend (and, later, dearest primary partner) begin the long, painful, and difficult process of Dealing With All The Things.
* Hysterectomy. (Plus tubes, ovaries, and bonus lymph nodes.)
* Cancer.
* Made things actually official with my primary partner, much to the relief of everyone following the saga.
* Radiation.
* Recovery.
* Fuck my sleep schedule.
* Declared my feelings to someone else, also with a not-terrible outcome. :)
* Started making tentative plans for relocation.
* Fishmummed, and saw my baby girl for winter break! #nobodydied #homefortheholidays

This was not a quiet year for me.

Compared to this time last year, I'm cancer-free. I'm in a relationship that is like a substantial external battery of capability and cope, and we seem to be mutually supportive and both still a little codswalloped over our good luck.

A lot of things about 2016 have sucked, but getting my uterus out, getting together with my partner, getting my partner pointed in the direction of freedom, and starting a very interesting conversation with a certain former co-worker -- all of those were good.
azurelunatic: Azz and best friend grabbing each other's noses.  (best friends forever)
'Tis the season! Or, well, not anymore.

For November, my default icon was "nanowrimo: 50k to December", which I saw last year and just had to pick up.
For most of December, my default icon was "axial tilt", which I swiped from [personal profile] emceeaich.
For the two-ish weeks around the new year, my default icon was "bubbly".

My "best friends forever" icon is one of my favorites, so it's a common default.
azurelunatic: Azz and best friend grabbing each other's noses.  (best friends forever)
Swapping out my bunch of grapes icon for the tried and true best friends forever icon. The grapes are still a little orange and purple for me to be quite at home, and right now I'm feeling the same need for the touch of trusted friends that I needed back when this photo was taken.
azurelunatic: (Queer as a) $3 bill in pink/purple/blue rainbow.  (queer as a three dollar bill)
10/20/2010 Wednesday
Spirit day! I changed my Twitter avatar to the purple version, and made a purple version of my Facebook face too. I changed my LJ and DW defaults to my "Queer as a $3 Bill" icon, which is an old favorite of mine. I got the concept, and then I had to track down an appropriate $3 bill image. The one I found that was workable was very nice on the bill art -- but it had a Michael Jackson picture. *sigh* So I cropped it so the face wasn't part of it, and gave it a nice pink-through-purple rainbow effect in the GIMP.

I changed my icons up because I did not actually wind up venturing forth that day into places where I could be seen by other people, but my icons are all over the internet.


8:22 AM 10/23/2010
It's cool enough this morning that I slept almost 10 hours, and I turned the fireplace on, upon getting up. And since Google appears to not have the version we sang in the Shapenote group in Fairbanks:
Winter

His hoary frost, his fleecy snow,
Descend and clothe the ground;
The liquid streams forbear to flow,
In icy fetters bound.
(It amused some of us young punks to sing "sweaters" instead of "fetters.)

Spring

He sends his word and melts the snow,
The fields no longer mourn;
He calls the warmer gales to blow,
And bids the spring return.

Now, the other verses were either absent, or deemed not appropriate for Alaska, so our group wrote some new ones. These were written in the mid-90s, the collective effort of the Fairbanks Hidden Hill Shapenote singers.
The mud descends and covers all,
The ice drips from the eave,
The rivers thaw and flow once more,
And daylight we receive.

The sun doth shine both night and day,
Earth's green mantle springs forth,
But God decrees that night must come,
And cold creeps from the North.
And from there we proceed into the first verse again.

http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/w/i/withsong.htm
http://stoddardfamily.home.comcast.net/~stoddardfamily/L/181.html


In which [personal profile] elf goes line by line through Elizabeth Moon's screed, pointing out the problems as she goes: http://elf.dreamwidth.org/362415.html (There are some sections which are snipped, "someone with more formal scholarship can explain where she scrambled those parts".)


11:07 PM 10/23/2010
Today: dogsitting. This included my aunt locating [livejournal.com profile] raranax's David Bowie wig, and us taking photos of it on both dogs.

There is a limit to the things that Mr. Poodle will put up with. on Twitpic

Lab much calmer about David Bowie cosplay. on Twitpic
azurelunatic: Pretty black-haired cartoon woman in a white tank top.  (Francine)
I think grapevine season isn't so much now as it was then, and it was time for a swap-out. (Dated out of order as this is just housekeeping.)
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  • 08:24 (LJ) Icon switch yesterday, from pushpin to grapevine. Election season is grapevine time. #
  • 09:16 If I am a pawn, then let me be played by a glorious player. #
  • 19:18 Some of my friends look absolutely fetching in a mask & cape. ;) #
  • 21:17 Not sure if I will spend June 02 plastered off my ass or not. On the one hand, --booze-as-crutch. Other hand, --anniversary. Gripping: Vegas #
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Hi. I volunteer for LiveJournal Support, and I probably have depression.

I say "probably", because I've never been diagnosed with it, despite knowingly battling with it since 1994. I know it runs in the family, because Dad has since been diagnosed with it. It's either been bad enough that I couldn't face anyone to do something to deal with it, or else under control or not so bad. These past several years, now that I am taking my St. John's Wort religiously, it has been under control, enough so that I can confidently say that any and all bad days in the past year have been caused by my reaction to external factors, not my biochemical inability to snap back from a bad mood.

I am grateful beyond belief that I have come to a point where medication will keep me on solid ground, and I am grateful to have found a medication that works to keep me there so long as I have good mental hygiene. Too many people do not have that, and I did not have that for too long.

It first got bad in the winter of 1994. My journals from then exist somewhere, most of them. I knew that something was wrong when I had to keep telling myself that I needed to stay alive long enough to see the new Star Trek movie. I was fourteen, everything was more or less going right in my family and school life, I had a cluster of good friends, and I didn't want to be alive anymore.

The movie came and went, and by that time, I had entangled myself with enough things to finish that I couldn't just drop them, and I'd gotten used to the idea that even though at any given moment I was perfectly bubbly and happy, there was this underlying lurking overwhelming woe that could come out of nowhere at the least provocation and eat away any and all of my happiness. I subdivided my brain, and let the happy side of me be in control and face the world, without really realizing just how bad it actually was. This continued throughout high school, with more and less success at keeping the depression under wraps. My everyday public-facing persona was not allowed to understand exactly how bad it was. I did not exactly repress memories, but the guardian persona was the gatekeeper of as many bad emotional memories as possible, and the main persona was not allowed to check those memories out without explicit permission and supervision. Most of my junior year of high school passed in a blur. I was not used to not remembering things, and most of that year had to be stripped of its emotional content before I was allowed to remember it. The catastrophic and epic bad relationship with my then-best-friend Shawn did not help matters at all, as he was self-centered, manipulative, callous, and histrionic. (More so than normal for a teenage boy.)

Each year was worse than the next, with little ability to recover from emotional blows, and quite a lot of deliberately self-destructive behavior. I think I started wearing at least one item of black clothing a day in 1997, as a reminder that anything I said or did was suspect, because I was depressed, and I could not forget this at any cost, or it could mean my life. After the incident that involved some muddy green paint and my beautiful white pirate shirt, I started phasing out coloured clothing altogether.

Things that get worse sometimes start to get better. After the final curtain closed on the Shawn Era, I wound up moving to Arizona (in the wake of BJ). Between one thing and another, I wound up on LJ. (See, I met Sis at school the first day. Then I met Darkside. Darkside's friend had a webcomic. In the message boards for the webcomic, I met [livejournal.com profile] godai, who dragged me on to LJ.) On LJ, I met [livejournal.com profile] iroshi. Between Darkside and [livejournal.com profile] iroshi, my head got a housecleaning, and I got on St. John's Wort.

It got worse before it got better. See, the fact that I was getting counseling for the built-up issues of years meant that all the screaming agony that had been hiding under dull endurance started popping out, and that led to some scary and slightly psychotic acting-out. I would go through phases where I felt that I had recovered, and was doing better than ever, and so I'd stop taking the St. John's Wort. I'd be fine as long as it was in my system, and then I'd coast, and sometimes it would be quite a while until something happened. But, inevitably, something would happen.

Without medication, I do not snap back from emotional blows. I am slowly but surely training myself out of the idea that one poorly-placed word will inevitably ruin my week. When depression is lurking just around the corner, one event will snap me back into it, and I will obsess over that event and how horrible I am, and obsess over the running litany of ways in which I suck, and notable occasions in the past in which I have sucked worse, and how I could have, should have, would have done them better. That's not the case anymore. Sure, I will be put out of sorts by bad stuff happening, but within a few hours (depending on how bad it was) I'll feel better. I could have done things differently, sure, but it's not something to obsess over. I won't get abandoned by my true and close friends; the sort of friends who abandon me weren't really that close to start with, and if I was wrong about how close they are, then I'll just have to keep that in mind for next time. (I'm no longer scared that Darkside will tell me he's sick of me and to stop trying to be his friend. We've known each other too long for that now.)

When my brain chemistry is behaving itself, I am a bright and cheerful person. But even for all that, I know I can't dare let myself forget how tenuous that hold is. I've finally come to understand how it is that people who haven't touched a bit of alcohol in years still think of themselves as alcoholics, and go to meetings. It's part of who you are. It may not dominate your life now, but it did once, and it can never be allowed to do that again.

I'm Azz. I'm not depressed now, but I have depression.
azurelunatic: How many LJ users does it take to change a lightbulb? 5001. One to change it, 5000 to say they liked the old one better. (lightbulb)
OMG sweet! I don't know if it's in all styles, but at least in [livejournal.com profile] trollprincess's style, when you hover over a comment time, it tells you how long after the journal entry the comment went up, and sometimes at what time the comment poster's time, too. That is awesome. (Is this beta? I can never tell, these days.)

I am still coughing and sneezing, but mostly functional. I'm still trying to swap my schedule to nights, which is going to be some really fun stuff.

Today I'm trying to do assorted housekeeping tasks, most of which haven't actually been cleaning yet. [livejournal.com profile] suggestions has been tagged. I changed the "comment e-mail" tag to "email notification", because that is a better umbrella.

I am searching for the bloody USB wireless sticks. They have to be around here somewhere.

I have swapped default icons, from "offices are why" to the immovable object/irresistible force one.

Haha, because I waited too long, there was another batch of suggestions coming in! I've gotten all of those tagged and tracked so far, though. There are a few of note in this particular batch that may deserve attention from ye olde friendslist.

At work yesterday, someone wanted to make their website all .pdfs. "As an internet citizen, I can't find words strong enough to express how bad of an idea that is," I finally said, after I got done gaping.
azurelunatic: "LJHS Computer Club: basically, we rule the goddamn planet" (LJHS computer)
Via [livejournal.com profile] cadhla, we have: the LJ High School icons, and then the explanation.

It is the current default icon for me now, the LJHS Computer Club one, replacing the happy one with me in full Santa Lucia gear (though extinguished) with Miss Aurora Fayoumis cradled in my youthful and probably overenthusiastic grasp.

Azi

8/12/05 06:04
azurelunatic: Seated baby in incubator shell with electrodes.  (Cyteen)
Genes and memes, genes and memes.

Good genes.
Bad memes.
Bad genes.
Good memes.

Good genes.
Good memes.
'Good God!'
Azz screams.




Default icon swapped from the Harry Potter young!Rita Skeeter shock "My story, my spin" to Cyteen.
azurelunatic: Pretty black-haired cartoon woman in a white tank top.  (Francine)
Holidays are over, and I'm feeling especially pretty, so it's time to make Francine the default picture again. This is Francine from Strangers in Paradise, and she bears a remarkable resemblance to me, to the point where people who don't know SiP and do know me face-to-face have asked who I got to draw that of me. *grin*

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