Post by Sheila Cooper on Dec 16, 2010 4:02:08 GMT -8
Personal Log, Sheila Cooper, Knight of House Dougal. Thursday, December 16th, 3:30am.
Number of days since leaving Las Vegas: 23. Number of times I've been rained on in those 23 days: 14. Current Temperature: 41 degrees Fahrenheit. Sunset last night: 4:18 pm. Sunrise tomorrow: 7:52 am.
For comparison, in Las Vegas: 52 degrees Fahrenheit. Sunset last night: 4:27pm. Sunrise tomorrow: 6:45am. Nearly an extra 90 minutes of daylight.
I should stop grousing about the dark and the wet and the cold, but... it's in my nature. And I really ought to start noting in Celsius rather than Fahrenheit. What's wrong with me?
The Count, of all people, turned me onto this awesome steampunk band called Abney Park, who are from Seattle. Also, SteamCon is here. So clearly this town isn't all bad.
I am working again, which is... wonderful. Mat's birthday present, the defenses for Ulrim's freehold... I'm still doing research on Rene's commission, of course, and whenever Mat hands over the ashandarei I'll be Toughening it. Lots to do! Busybusy nocker is happy nocker. Shiny tsatskes make happy nocker.
I've been all farblunjet lately though. I'm out on my own now, away from Henry. I'm part of Ulrim's household, sure, but he's not my mentor, just my boss. It's different. So I'm reassessing myself and I'm... confused.
I tried so hard to fit in with Henry and the other nockers down in Vegas. I don't mind the swearing and the crudeness but... it's never felt entirely natural. Henry's a gebenst balmocha but he's a certain kind of nocker and I'm not sure he's ever fully understood my obsessions or my attitudes.
Anyway, I've tried so hard to overcome being tall and pretty, and it's... well, here, it's harder. Fewer nockers, for one, and I don't have to be that to fit in. I remember once, meeting this nocker who was so very different. He was an Aethernaut, and very prim and proper... snarky sometimes, in a terribly British way (which was pretty funny actually) but otherwise buttoned up. Oh, he'd curse sometimes while he was working, sure, but otherwise he had a very different attitude. It felt oddly comfortable and right. Henry thought it was bubkes of course, but Henry would.
Nogah seems... well, more like that, somewhere in my head. The invective was more bottled up, and sometimes I get these fuzzy memories, in the last couple hundred years, of full-on steampunk gadget-slinging Victorian lady. Well, it's all fuzzy anyway but it feel that way.
I'm not explaining this right, somehow. Maybe I'm still rebelling against my mother or something. Or rebelling against Henry, now? Which makes no sense at all. There's just some way in which I feel all... cockeyed.
It's this place, and the fucking rain and the fucking cold. That's got to be it. Or maybe my recent brush with mortality and the inside of a redcap's stomach. Still, the professional journal feels more "me" these days. I'm really not super-bitch mechanic-girl like I wanted to be. I was brought up to be nice and proper and... augh.
Okay, I'm going to stop worrying about this, and focus on my work. Workworkwork. Work is fun.
And Mat's letting me study the amulet!! GLEEEEEEE. So I'll have lots and lots for the research journal. Delicious knowledge...
End log
Number of days since leaving Las Vegas: 23. Number of times I've been rained on in those 23 days: 14. Current Temperature: 41 degrees Fahrenheit. Sunset last night: 4:18 pm. Sunrise tomorrow: 7:52 am.
For comparison, in Las Vegas: 52 degrees Fahrenheit. Sunset last night: 4:27pm. Sunrise tomorrow: 6:45am. Nearly an extra 90 minutes of daylight.
I should stop grousing about the dark and the wet and the cold, but... it's in my nature. And I really ought to start noting in Celsius rather than Fahrenheit. What's wrong with me?
The Count, of all people, turned me onto this awesome steampunk band called Abney Park, who are from Seattle. Also, SteamCon is here. So clearly this town isn't all bad.
I am working again, which is... wonderful. Mat's birthday present, the defenses for Ulrim's freehold... I'm still doing research on Rene's commission, of course, and whenever Mat hands over the ashandarei I'll be Toughening it. Lots to do! Busybusy nocker is happy nocker. Shiny tsatskes make happy nocker.
I've been all farblunjet lately though. I'm out on my own now, away from Henry. I'm part of Ulrim's household, sure, but he's not my mentor, just my boss. It's different. So I'm reassessing myself and I'm... confused.
I tried so hard to fit in with Henry and the other nockers down in Vegas. I don't mind the swearing and the crudeness but... it's never felt entirely natural. Henry's a gebenst balmocha but he's a certain kind of nocker and I'm not sure he's ever fully understood my obsessions or my attitudes.
Anyway, I've tried so hard to overcome being tall and pretty, and it's... well, here, it's harder. Fewer nockers, for one, and I don't have to be that to fit in. I remember once, meeting this nocker who was so very different. He was an Aethernaut, and very prim and proper... snarky sometimes, in a terribly British way (which was pretty funny actually) but otherwise buttoned up. Oh, he'd curse sometimes while he was working, sure, but otherwise he had a very different attitude. It felt oddly comfortable and right. Henry thought it was bubkes of course, but Henry would.
Nogah seems... well, more like that, somewhere in my head. The invective was more bottled up, and sometimes I get these fuzzy memories, in the last couple hundred years, of full-on steampunk gadget-slinging Victorian lady. Well, it's all fuzzy anyway but it feel that way.
I'm not explaining this right, somehow. Maybe I'm still rebelling against my mother or something. Or rebelling against Henry, now? Which makes no sense at all. There's just some way in which I feel all... cockeyed.
It's this place, and the fucking rain and the fucking cold. That's got to be it. Or maybe my recent brush with mortality and the inside of a redcap's stomach. Still, the professional journal feels more "me" these days. I'm really not super-bitch mechanic-girl like I wanted to be. I was brought up to be nice and proper and... augh.
Okay, I'm going to stop worrying about this, and focus on my work. Workworkwork. Work is fun.
And Mat's letting me study the amulet!! GLEEEEEEE. So I'll have lots and lots for the research journal. Delicious knowledge...
End log
