Jul. 19th, 2016 08:15 am

Back!

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After 20 or so days, I'm back at work- I think I needed some time off, and besides, it's low season here.
What I did in 3 weeks? Not so much- It's not like I slept more, my sleeping patterns are what they are, but I think that, mostly, I indulged in... being slow? Taking big breaths and sighing in relief as life passed me by. I spent time with my family- mum mostly- took some decisions and enjoyed the time and what "little" I did with it.
I did came to work a few times, as we got some major orders from a few resturants, and I I spent yesterday cleaning the shop from head to tow, but besides from that:
- I read a few books. Mostly roamnce novels, but I did read them, and I think that's what matters.
-I re-read the FULL METAL ALCHEMIST manga. all 27 volumes. in a few days. Because I used to read them as they were being published but soemtimes there were 6 months between volumes, and now I read all of them. Together. At the sime time. AND I STILL FREAKING LOVE IT!
-I've discovered "Scorpion" (The US tv show) thanks to some season 1 re-runs on RAI4, on Wednesday evening. I'm already addicted to it. Why didn't I look at it sooner? (And, speaking of tv screens, I've seen Batman V Superman, and re-watched some of NCIS NEW ORLEANS episodes.)
-My room. I finally assembled my new iron bed. And got a new mattress. And two new pillows. I'm very happy. And I sleep like a baby on it. Like, I didn't think it was possible to sleep so well on a brand new mattress. AND  a new bed frame meant changing a bit the room- mostly the layout of my pictures and my paintings. AND, as my old bed (1 and an half places) bed went to Drew, we also did soem changes to his room as well.
-I've got some new lythographies to frame and put in my "nerd corner", close to the X-FILES one. One it's a Star Wars imagine featuring troopers, in black, white and red, the others are a orangy Voltron piece ("join the force") and a small piece with the space mices- also from Voltron. Yep. I do love Voltron.
-I've ordered a new couch, and I've looked at new pieces for our living room, as soem pieces are 32 years old and can't even stand together any longer. And one has been burned down as well. Thank you very much, Christmas candles. AND, speaking of living room: I did some adjustments to out good parlor. Whcih is also our ONLY parlor. Fact is, it was still quite good, despite its 15 years, but the two lateral shutters(the only ones that werten't either open or made of glass) were, well, the same color as my grandfather's coffin. So mum was haitng it. But she didn't have the heart to change it. Meaning? While she took the day off, I went to work on it, and the shutters are now panel with a barroque black and white fantasy. it took me a whole day, but the result is do damn good, even my grandmother, that always hate everything,m loves it. I'll post pictures. eventually.
-It was decided that we do need a new car, after all. As my 10 years old panda is starting to, well, making noises she shouldn't. And unfortunately dad knows all about cars. And he knows when it's time to say goodbye. I'm gonna look around a bit, see what I cna find that it's decent and not too pricy...
. I'm making a thing at half-cross stitchking!
Jul. 30th, 2014 10:14 am

Confession

little_firestar: (closer brenda)
here a little tibid of information about me: I use to read Harmony, Mills and Boons and Harlequins novels, and to avoid being discovered (because, duh, Classical High School, specialized in History of Art and British iiterature? Yes, It's kind of... frustrating being in Roamnce novels and comic books)... well, I use as cover a sheet of wrapping paper (the brown one used to mail them).
Ok. Now I said it. It's on the net forever and ever, for not being forgotten :)
little_firestar: (spock)
 out of curiosity, anyone out there using Chrome and discovering that, for no apparent reason, applications disappeared? Because it happened to me this morning- Chrome was brand new, extensions-wise.
(still chronology, bookmarks, and my start pages intanct)
little_firestar: wisdom (wisdom)
 La verità è che ciascuno è bello a modo suo, e la bellezza è tante cose, e non è perfezione e normalità. La bellezza non ha niente a che fare con la normalità, è sempre altro, esagerazione, strappo, inquietudine…

La cosa bella di questo mondo è proprio questo, che siamo tutti diversi, e a volte lo siamo drammaticamente, esageratamente.  Un mondo di uguali è orribile, un mondo di uguali è l’incubo totalitario, è il nazismo che ammazzava  i deboli e i diversi.   Sai chi è bellissima? È bellissima Jillian, la nuova modella dei jeans che sta sulla sedia a rotelle. La bellezza è Alex Zanardi, che è un figo pazzesco e riesce a scherzare anche sul fatto che non ha più le gambe; anzi, dice che se adesso cammina scalzo, almeno non si prende più il raffreddore.   La bellezza è Lucia Nibali, quella ragazza col volto sfregiato dall’acido dall’ex fidanzato e ha avuto il coraggio di  ripartire  e di affrontare  quel mostro a testa alta in tribunale.  LA bellezza è Seb, un bambino di 5 anni, Down, che fa il modello per una catena di abbigliamento Inglese. Perché i bambini con la sindrome di Down sono dei bambini, e non delle sindromi, e quelli che fanno fatica a stare al passo non sono diversi, sono soprattutto uguali, e sono belli, perché amano, ridono, ballano, e alcuni saranno anche antipatici, come succede con le persone che hanno tutti gli accessori regolamentari. E sono persone che hanno il diritto di vedersi rappresentate nel mondo della cultura, dello spettacolo, dello sport, della politica.  E da noi, […] quando tempo ci vorrà perché un Piccolo Seb Italiano compaia per esempio in uno spot della Nutella? Ferrero,  un bimbo Down nella Nutella, senza che nessuno faccia una piega! Barilla, un bambino Down nella famiglia tradizionale non ci può essere? C’è una donna molto bella in Inghilterra, si chiama Cherry Barrel, ed è la presentatrice di programmi per bambini, ed è bravissima. E senza un braccio. I genitori hanno protestato, sono troppo piccoli per affrontare il discorso dell’handicap. E io invece dico che sono palle, perché sono piccoli, credo, e più è facile fargli capire le cose con naturalezza. Anzi, sono loro che sono più capaci di noi a non fare tanto caso a ciò che è diverso. E’ così difficile dire che è nata così, ma va bene lo stesso, guarda com’è carina? Per fare televisione non servono due braccia- giusto a spostarla. Perciò adesso mi dovete spiegare perché due tette grosse come la cupola di San Pietro rientrano nel concetto di bellezza, ma avere un braccio anziché due no. […] Allora, cara mamma, se sai spiegare [a tuo figlio] perché quella ha due dirigibili, allora spiegagli anche perché quella ragazza ha un braccio solo, un signore sta in carrozzella , quello ha le mani che tremano, perché un bambino non parla e un altro ogni tanto tira i libri alla maestra e urla. Altrimenti, se gli facciamo credere che il mondo è quello dei cartoni animati, poi non ci stupiamo se quando vede per strada uno sporco e ubriaco poi gli da fuoco.

I fiammiferi glieli abbiamo dati noi. 


(nb: I will translate it asap, because it was a beautiful thing that amde me cry, and it derves being shared.)

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 Family's really... a guessing game, sometimes (because I really don't know how else I am supposed to describe it).
Pick my aunts, for example. And I am saying this because I am quite... annoyed? Mad? Enraged? Ah. I can't even take a propeer adjective. 
What happened? Easy. It happened that my aunt Luise-daddy's youngest sister - has been a bitch (and I hope you'll forgive me my Franchesism).  Few months ago, she and my dad's other sister, Laura, got into a fight (in which Luise's husband got involved as well); my father, because he lives far from them (over 200 km) and because they are both his sisters (and frankly, none of them was completely right, nor wrong) didn't take a side.  Unfortunately, the fight escalated, and aunt Laura fought with Luise's husbands as well, said everything she thought about him (which isn't nice, nor has ever been. Despite her saying the contrary, I know that she has always, always spoken badly of him, and tried to get Luise to break up with him since 1996, when they started dating). My father didn't pick Laura's side; on the contrary, he remembered her that acting that way was just going to alienate their sister, and he didn't want that; he only got to see Luise once a year, best case scenario, and he didn't want to lose her. 
So, he decided to be the pacekeaper-also because he is the eldest, so, yeah, kind of feeling like it was his role, all right? 
So, he called. And called, and called... the phone always rang, and in the rare cases someone answered, it was always her husband. Either she wasn't there, or it was "sorry, I am losing you" and he hanged up and turned off the phone. And that, for months. We even met him at an exibition few months ago, and even if he acted with completely nonchalance and friendly (do you know, the stupid kind of way? All snaky smiles and pats on the back?), when asked about Luise, he answered that she was "Oh, somewhere, looking for a parking spot."
Really? Even if he had told her that she didn't need her driving license any longer now that she was married with him and her license had been expired for over a DECADE? Nice. I bet she was back home, but ehy, who knows. maybe she was driving around the city of Cuneo with her driving license expired, uncaring that, if discovered, the would have taken away her car and sold it...
But, anyway, were was I? Oh, yes, months and months of no contacts, no words. And, well, daddy is  alittle paranoid. And my brother Drew too. So, when you hear every day at the news (and yes, we do) about woemn found in refrigerators, killed by partner (2 times last week), if you are a little paranoid, you get depressed. And worried. And when you call and call and no one answers...
so, daddy took his car, drove for 200 km (with the excuse that he was going to see someone for a work-related thing) and knocked at her door.
And yeah, she was there, in her house in the middle of the forest (for real, I am not exagerating), and when she saw her older brother after almost two years, after having gone for almost one without hearing his voice, you know what she did?
She talked with him accross the yard, not even bothering to open the gate. with her whole "Yes, I received your mail, I received your fax, I received your messagges. No, I don't want to come and celebrate your 60th birthday with the rest of the family. No, I don't want to get involved with the rest of the family. Oh, wait, you expected me to at least giving you a sign that I was alive and answer with even just a text? Silly me..."
Yesterday evening, my father cried. HE CRIED. this sixty years old man, big and strong, he cried. Because he ahd tried to take the side of each sister, and he ahd ended up being shout out from Luise's life. 
Frankly, I don't care if she did it because her husband told her to, but... well, he wasn't there, so she could have at least talked. pretended to be nice, or... whatever you do with your brother. it's just...
If she is happy that way, all right, no problem. But you don't cut people out that way. You don't want tires any longer, want to cut them? You shout the door in their face. You tell them that you don't want to have nothing to do with them any longer. in their faces. 
So, yeah. People are messy. And families... even more so.

Aug. 15th, 2013 09:05 am

sunburn

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Monday, the day almost everyone else work but IN am free so, guess what?I took and went to the sea. Amd I lrant that if mum tells me something, then I better lisyen. Because I didm't wear tne t-shirt as suggested, snd now... noe, my shouldrf blades sre bunt and hurting like hell. so much I cannot even tolerate bra straps, and I sm wearing my bikini top eith the knot behind the neck...

little_firestar: (closer brenda)


From my shop's window, I just saw the guy who lives in the building entering in his car and leaving. Yep, natural, I agree. But the guy was smoking, as he very often does (even in the presence of his son and his partner's daughter)  and he got few years ago a transplant that saved his life. He got that lucky, and he ruins it all for smoking? Pretty stupid, in my opinion.

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Oh, hell.  My het bang will not make it into the big section, as i't "only" ~20k and not ~25k...ergo, if I don'tfind an artist on my own, which I doubt, no   art.  oh well, it's not like it was just that important. Mostly, I was doing this whole thing at hetbigbang because otherwise I wouold  have been too unsure of the story I was working on to actually post it anywhere.
I guess  I'll make up with writing the best revers bigbang for the mentalist as possible...

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I still have to understand the connection between food and nightmares, because, seriously? Yestertday I had boiled white rice, a boiled potato, a meatball (steam-cooked) and fruit. AND it game me the weirdest dream.
Ok, I understand the cross_stitching part. I love it and a part of me had dreamt all life long to turn my artistic obsessions into a way of getting money. But I have troubles understanding why it was set in the mountains, or why there was a wedding outsode the shop, or why I hadf too see the two years old son of the bride falling from a cliff while tjey were alll busy shooting pictures. Obviously, I had to go and help him, just to fall myself and being saved by the guy i was crazy about since the age of six to twenty, baing over there too, asking me out of the blue to spend easter with him and his old, crazy texan uncle, always wearing a cowboy hat and talkinh about his black gold business...


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Yep. Another ramblings post, with me nervous and mad and very negative. That's new, uh?
Oh well, anyway...
I am seriously considering the idea of going to live under a bridge. No, really, I think it would be less stressful than my life anyway, so it could even be an improvement.
Why? Well, with my granfather in hospital, his wife-a stroke, a syncope, at risk for hypo and hyper glucoose coma- does not want strangers looking after home. We proposed a retirement work for a couple of weeks (she could even share the same room with her younger sister) as mother is looking after granpa at the hospital and we can't take time off work on Easter weeks, one of the busiset time of the year.
So, she comes to work with me, and she sits in the office. I would be ok with it, if she didn't lecture me because I make one bathroom break a day. Apparently, she wasn't allowed to, so I shouldn't either. And when I took a cofee? I want to talk about it as much as I want to remember when she started shouting about all the whores and bitches she got to meet in her life. While i was serving a costumer. Behind a thin wall. I am really feeling like being swallowed by the planet. With her behaving that way-but i forgive her because she has menthal issues- and her husband. Whose is just racist, with his prejudices about Italian southerners and African and Middle Eastern and Romanies. (Told laughing in their faces. No, you don't want to know that he told our marvelous Romany vet why he and his people always raped and killed. Or to the nurse that he didn't know southerns could actually work as good as he did).
Yep. I want to go and hide under a bridge. Or maybe inside the woods.


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You do something, and they lecture you for this. Next time, in the same situation, you do the opposite of what you previously didi, and yet you do wrong anyway. You are lectured yet again, because apparently you were supposed to do something else entirely.
But, ehy, "when the hell will you stop doing those damn mistakes?" Is mother's favorite sentence when it comes to me. Together with "surviving with your dreams is a dream"
(Why do you thin that I stopped for almost 15 years to paind and draw?)
She is tired and nervous. I get it. But I am too, but nobody seems to care. What, because I am less than 30 they think I am an happy go lucky character? Well, quoting you, keep dreaming.
But don't use that as an excuse to be bitcy with me. Just, don't. I think I deserve more respect than this. Just because people doesn't aknowledge that I made, and still make, sacrifices, it doesn't mean that you are the only one doing them. The only one with the problems.
What the hell. What the hell. What.the.hell!


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aka: my brother has been living in the era of tecnology and e-mail, and when he had to send a letter bu mail, few days ago, he got a mini nervous breakdown because...
"On which side of the envelope I am supposed to attack the stamp?"

...sorry, I just had to tell it to someone. I didn't know if I was supposed to cry or what.
little_firestar: (cetto)
...and happened to me lately. 

Man: so, you sell fresh pasta, right?

Me: Yes, we have home-made…(insert list of products)

Man: I always go to XYZ. They are the best in town in fresh pasta. No one is as good as them.

My mind: good, and that is the door. XYZ will be pleased to know you haven’t betrayed him like that.

Man (on Christmas morning): I think my wife left an order. Name…. (insert name I don’t remember)

Me (checking the list of orders): Is it possible that she left another name? It doesn’t result here…

Man (over the phone with his wife): She says she ordered half a kilo of lasagna sheets, name ….

Me: Sorry, I can’t find it…

Man: Uhm…she says she ordered them by ABC (insert deli random name)

Me: uhm, actually, that are, I think, going down 200 mt. the street?

Man: Oh, well, it doesn’t matter. I am here, you have the lasagna….I think I will take them here.

Man (speaking at low voice) I don’t know why my voice is always so low…

I think that the fact that I smelt cigarettes as soon as you entered the shop may have something to do with it.

Man: I want a table.

Me: we don’t have tables.

Man: sure you do. There’s food here. I want a table.

Me: we sell food. We don’t serve it.

Man: are you sure?

Me:…

Man:So, this traditional pasta you make here...I've heard it has quite the story! So, what's so speacil about it?
Me, after having  I spend over 20 minutes explaining the history, the different kind of recepies, etc, etc, etc. : How much do you need?
Man: I, didn't want to buy. I just like to listen. Thank you.

little_firestar: (hawkeye)
....So, apparently, aron ashmore will be play once again Iceman in the incoming movie (which should be both a seuqle to the original trilogy, to first class and a seuqel to X3, as, if it will follow the original story in the comic books, will involve time travel). I don't know if I should be happy, because I just loved him as Bobby, or worried. I wouldn't wnat for his character in the following to die or being "erased" because he ahs accepted to film the movie.
Oh well. just in case, there is also his twin brother shawn. after all, they "exchanged" roles in the past when one of them was having troubles shooting scenes, so, why not again?
little_firestar: (closer brenda)
First: sign-ups for the 2012 Mentalist Big (and mini and little) Bang just started. In case you are interested... now you know (and in case you didn't know already, of course.)- Tromana seems to be already quite porud of how things are working out, and it's been just 24 hours, given or taken. 
(and in case you were wondering: yes, I did make my part, I already signed up for a big and for a mini, although there's a small possibility that it could develop into a little, for Tromana's fault.)
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also:
*I don't think it could interest you, but Summer has come to an end over here. After weeks over 40° degrees, we suddenly have just 13° degres, quite traumatic, let me tell you. It's also raining like God himself would send it, like we say here in Italy, which is not good for me, considering that I should do few millions of things today, my only free day. Sigh. 
*Last week, Drew turned 20. and, like my parents' new tradition, along with his birthday gift (THEIRS- work=I can buy him something), come my own (although my birthday is on February, 26th). 
*We neutered Mina, the kitty dad found last year, and that I raised since she was 3 days. She is quite happy with the development, because it means she can wallk around the home again, somethjng we were't allowing any longer put of fear that she coould try to escape to find a male.
 
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(Saturday, half past eight pm, watching the promo for the re-runs of season 1 of The mEntalist in Italy, at 9PM every Saturday,)
mum: (who's not in crime shows, to me): Uhm, thereìs nothing on tv this evening. do you know this mentalist thing? 
me: Uhm, yeah, a bit (aka: I'm obsessed with it but it's not like I'm going to admit it). it's, you know, a bit old-fashioned. nothing like CSI, just, classic cryme show.
mum: oh, I see. one of those shows where the main character is an expert in psucology, right?
me:uhm, not exactly. more like, questioning, paying attention, good guesses.
mum:oh, sounds interesting. how it is?
me (just when the promo shows jane holding the widow/murderer to convince her he was trying to seduce her and help her escape with her late husbad's money). Oh, he is ho...it's nice (blushing)
mum:uhm?
me: Uhm, gotta go. I've just done 2 times the excercices for the back this week... and besides, I ahven't see the kitty uet, I think I'll get a look around to see what he is on!
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I don’t think it’s actually something you could find interesting, but I’m rather stressed lately, and when I’m stressed, I’m known for being… well, childish, and what’s more childish than writing a post about things I’m fond of that are settled in my room?


things I can't really get rid of, don't have the heart to.... )

)

 

little_firestar: wisdom (wisdom)
I'm moving my job in few weeks, after having been there for the last 4 years, doing every week the same 15 kilometres from home to there , 6 days a week. In few weeks, I'll be done,  and I'll be just 10 minutes from home, litterally.
Today was one fo the last few times I was doing that road, and I saw a car-crash, that had terrible results. At least one casuality.
It's quite irrational, I'm well aware, but now, it kinds of scare the hell out of me going there, and I keep seeing that image in my mind...
Feb. 27th, 2012 06:37 pm

back!

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not that you probably notied, but in case you did... I'm connected to the net once again! yay!
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Saturday, after lunch, a nice lady our vet introduced us to will bring us a, at today, 45 days old puppy, an half-breed Beagle, female, who'll be known as Josephine (Jo, for short) in honour of Josephine March, one of my favorite's character from books. 
mummy crayed when she told us so today.

on another notice: the lady from teh refuge today come to us to see Chicca and see if she cna have an adult, or semi adult dog with her. she doesn't think so because of her behaviour, and the expert actually lectured us because we talk with her when we give her orders - we shouldn't say things as later because she doens't understand them. so, it looks like it will be just chicca and the puppy for a while.

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