Layers of Matrya

"Greg threw the bottle angrily."

Adverb abuse, people. Seeing this at the end of a long scene irks because, by this point, I should know that Greg is angry. If I don't, it is the scene that needs to be looked at to see how one could convey more emotion in the scene.

Don't tell me Greg is angry, show me.

J and I have decided to take part in that crazy little thing called parenting.

Babycakes, as I have currently dubbed my perfect little parasite, is due sometime around 1 February 2011 and plans to succeed in world domination by August 2017 at the absolute latest. In the mean time, the child—whether it be male, female or something altogether different—will learn the ways of survivalism, literary criticism and mediocre cooking. There will, of course, be brief forays into learning the language of our future overlords (a conlang from French, German, Portuguese and Klingon) and rather difficult maths (such as two divided into six is equal to strawberries).

Overall, though, before ascending the throne, Babycakes will spend much time sleeping, sucking its own toes, feeding, excreting, learning to talk, learning to walk and, of course, learning how to rule an entire universe.

That'll be one impressive six-year-old.

I'm not usually a shill, and many people don't give a care about cosmetics. However!

Physician's Formula has the smoothest, creamiest eye liner ('eye definer' in their jargon) I have ever used—and I've used some fairly high-end cosmetics.

It comes in a twist-stick with a hidden sharpener in the bottom, so you don't end up with 'smooshed' liner. It applies so smoothly and doesn't seem to smudge up.

This gets the marks.

I'll need to try other products from the company when I have other things to replace. They don't seem to have a foundation light enough for me, though. Blast!

(Sometimes, having to rush to the big box store at half twelve for cosmetics can turn out well. Who knew it?)

I am incredibly sick, courtesy of J (my other half) and E (his brother). Let me tell you, an awful head cold coupled with asthmatic sinus allergies? It is not for the win.

I've spent the time off work cleaning like a madman, so to speak. Even the office is clean—the office is never clean—and entirely free of extraneous papers. I went through everything, even the entire filing cabinet, and shredded all the old stuff that has no current value. I went so far as to clean the computer screens and keyboards.

Later, I'll move onto the bedroom. Then, everything will be disinfected tonight, and again when I get over this awful sickness.

I've stayed well and carefully away from the kitchen. The sink is a mess, as I've not done the washing up whilst sick. It's really, really awful.

An Itemized List of Other Random Bits
• One of the younger kids at work wonders if it is okay that he and his girlfriend separate during the night when they fall asleep cuddling. How adorable is that?
• Made a lovely cheesecake over the weekend for a family event of J's. It was the best cheesecake I've ever made. Looked gorgeous, tasted gorgeous.
• Cannot find Šumerisches Lexikon for my life. May get Delitzsch's Šumerisches Glossar just for the hell of it. Cannot find a comparison of the two, though, or anything that tells me enough about Glossar to warrant much excitement.