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| User: | rapier_wit (5991618) cacoethes scribendi
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| Name: | Suze | ||||
| Bio: | Livejournal - cheaper than therapy. And easier to maintain than my fencing notebook. Now, repeat after me: "I am not my mother. I am not a 1950s housewife." Yeah, good girl. Fencing is my anti-drug. It's my porn. If you don't care to read about fencing, or the rants and raves of my suburban angst, best move along now. Go on, shoo! I like playing with sharps. (No, really - I fence.) I am...what? Used to do foil, but... I got better. I tried to convince myself and others that I was an epeeist (albeit not a very good one, and certainly not tall enough to matter). If you know any fencers, you'll understand why I mention epee. (TT: "I can see you thinking. Stop thinking!") Turns out that while I think too much, I have the patience of a squirrel on crack - and the aggression of a Much Bigger Beast. I fought really hard not to do sabre, but your nature gets you in the end. I fence sabre. And I'm not half bad at it. Innate aggression gets you somewhere, I suppose. Professionally, I'm a software QA manager-type. I work part-time for a nutty little start-up that has no money, and I try to keep myself as emotionally uninvested as possible. I've worked with half of the people involved, on and off, for the better part of 18 years... so we go way back... and it's like Groundhog's Day all over again sometimes. I try not to obsess about work insanity/inanity too much, but sometimes my rants creep into lj. Deal with it. It's not that I live and breathe for software process, but it pays the bills (usually), and I'm very good at it. It's just not... fulfilling. Teaching was better suited to me, but didn't pay the bills. Plus, I have a potty mouth and a dark sense of humor that doesn't fly in public school settings. I do some reiki. It calms me and energizes me. Currently a Level II practitioner of Usui Reiki. Someday maybe I'll go for master level, but that would mean I'd actually followed through on something - and why start now? I have an eerie ability to find four-leaf clovers. Give me a patch of clover, I'll score you at least one aberrant one. It's probably simple pattern recognition, but it weirds people out. I like it. I also have a plethora of other obsessive tendencies that come and go, in phases. Could be crystals. Could be stringing beads (good for that touch of OCD). Could be cooking. Could be gardening. Hell, could be just about anything. I used to write a lot, but somehow lost the freedom to sit and think and emote in peace and safety. Suburban life will do that to you. Well, MY suburban life did. YMMV. The fencing obsession remains constant. Alright already... Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Go fork some lightning, will you? Jeez. Is it fencing night* yet? -------------------------------------- *Evil plan emerges: if I fenced every night, it would always be fencing night. Life is always better after whacking people with a meter of steel, oh yes. ** And I have a broken foot. Which means no fencing for a few months. So I will be bitching and complaining more than usual for awhile. | ||||
| Interests: | 35: archery, bernard cornwell, borges, coconut, cooking, dylan thomas, epee, fencing, fletching, gabriel garcia marquez, george r.r. martin, great big sea, guy gavriel kay, hawks, leather, medieval history, neil gaiman, obsessions, playing with sharps, point control, pomegranate martinis, qa, reiki, richard thompson, righteous anger, sca, sci-fi/fantasy, sex, single malts, suburban angst, swords, the bard, thinning the herd, wine, zbigniew herbert | ||||
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| Account type: | Basic Account | ||||
