weimarweekly

Bauhaus (1919-1933) | Design | Spaceships VoluptuousPanic on AO3

[weimarweekly]

Fic as VoluptuousPanic. (What I do when I'm not being a process design weirdo who complains about NYC.)

MoTA:

LOOKING FOR EIGHT

A Clegan Rodeo AU. Still with playlist. Now with podfic from @angelfruittree!

ALWAYS BE YOUR SUGAR (WIP)

Clegan, the indie sleaze years without indie sleaze antics. With playlist! Williamsburg, Summer 2002. More stories about food and houses.

Selected Other Fandoms

Dune (Villeneuve)

Strings of the Strings of Life (AKA The Berlin AU) | Feyd/Paul

A Night Like This | Margot/Feyd

Babylon Berlin - multiple works

BtVS - from 2004! (still working on pulling down a multichapter fic from Internet Archive...obvs I'm super invested)

Trek - oh shit yeah...

...more on AO3. Including stuff I know that you know that you don't want to read.

[globeshaped]

Brian Eno and photoshop (1995)

[weimarweekly]

I'm expecting this week to be as high stress at last, but at least I'll be fed instead of scrambling for stuff. I went to the store early and did informal meal prep for the first time in weeks. What do I have?

deli-made curry chicken salad (enough for two sandwiches)

lemon pepper chicken strips (made with ReaLemon because I let my Meyer lemons go bad because I am horrid)

barely cooked green beans (plain and stacked in a container like little toy soldiers)

broiled salmon

dinner leftovers: two v. small servings of cacio e pepe ravioli with lazy sauce (cherry tomatoes and garlic cooked a pan with olive oil and a splash of whatever wine I happen to be drinking) and some steamed broccolini

sweet potatoes (they'll have to be baked)

salad stuff (arugula, kale, leaf lettuce, a stump of red cabbage; radishes; tomatoes)

yet more broccolini (that will have to be cooked)

grapes, cherries, and a small cantaloupe that isn't ripe yet

yogurt (not the fun sugary kind)

as always, emergency Amy's meals and a pizza in the freezer and a can of lentil soup...just in case...don't ask me about my stockpile of tinned fish and pasta and asian noodles...see also just in case

leftover key lime pie that my mom brought me that night I had a total meltdown

I need to clean up my kitchen and prep some overnight oatmeal because I'm trying to cut back on boxed cereal which is a vice up there with wine and ice cream.

Should I have a third glass of wine? Yes, I think I will. It's not like I'm doing anything but Neal Stephenson-ing.

[azaablue]

the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be apart of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.

[weimarweekly]

[pierppasolini]

Daddy Dearest (1984) // dir. Arthur J. Bressan, Jr.

[weimarweekly]

My housewares superstore corporate slop art plan was bust. But I found a first edition hardcover of Donna Tartt’s The Little Friend for $3 at the second hand furniture place where there was also a stunning late 50s G Plan hutch that was the wrong scale for my house. (British mid-century rather than Danish or U.S. mid-century. The scale was quaint.) When my mom and I got home my dad took us out for burgers but I had to drive lolz. Milo and I are going to have some white wine and look for a movie to watch.

[ijaazat]

summer

1. make a syllabus for yourself - books, media, places, recipes

2. complete 40% of it

3. eat every fruit u can

[weimarweekly]

I feel slightly better than I did earlier this week. I really did have a stress and hormone-related meltdown on Wednesday and I did a lot of the work equivalent of treading water yesterday afternoon. This morning, I got up at a reasonable hour instead of lolling in bed until 9 (I know that may seem early to other people, but I'm still recovering from years of grad school and ailing feline on the heels of pandemic when I was usually up and moving before 7 even on weekends). I had some hilariously bad college dive sushi last night (not bad fish bad; just hilariously bad...like it would have been better with a beer alongside mozzarella sticks and poppers and I want omakase). I'm watching a weird documentary series. I'm still reading Neal Stephenson. I listened to Melissa auf der Maur's autobiography through the week (and realized that she's my Supersonic friend Destiny's "friend Melissa who started 24 Hour Drone!") and have moved on to the Georgia O'Keeffe biographical tome that came out in '89 and the lady who reads it has a pack-a-day voice with a mid-Atlantic accent and I am obsessed. I paid off a credit card this morning. I need to do a little work tomorrow to add some content on a deck for a client QBR (quarterly business review) and build out a report, but this is like two hours, maybe three, which is OK.

Blah.

I'm on the struggle bus right now. It's work. There are looming deadlines and a "soft RFI" from a client (they have new finance leadership and want to see costs). There is a lot of AI pressure. I have three new employees after a long time with a too-lean team...and they're on my other client (not the one with the looming deadlines and QBR/RFI). At least no one is totally green; they understand what we do, so I can do real hand-offs and assignments. And my new offshored employee knows all the back office routines and I am having her start an organization project that I have not been able to get to since I got my new clients. We had a process gap this week that ended up being a storm in a teacup nothingburger that was my stress trigger...and it's because my direct line manager is stressed and responds to everything like it's an emergency (because of her primary client). And she's high functioning ADHD also but is totally type A(plus) when my usual reaction to things is shrugging and quietly reviewing/redoing/resocializing a process without a whole lot of drama. If our industry survives AI, I think my capacity to do this much longer is limited. (If it doesn't survive AI, the impact on clients will be devastating.) The energy level required to do this work well is only compatible with equally high stress NYC life. The work energy output is not compatible with the space/concept that Work and Labor occupy in Texas. (I also see this difference manifest in ownership and work quality from our SF-based teams and am beginning to understand that what our NYC teams are able to deliver as normal work is not normal, but is in fact insane, and it's my normal and the bar for what my group is expected to do.) But I also work with a number of people who believe that if they're not working every waking moment, they're not doing enough and to that I say fuck that shit. I'm going to sit on my sofa and read Neal Stephenson and watch art documentaries since I'm too busy during "normal" hours to audit intro to painting at the local college.

Anyway. I'm fucking tired. I'm menopausal. I'm (possibly) mentally ill. I love my house and Milo and the fucked up beautiful little town in a deeply red area of deeply gerrymandered state and I don't actually hate my job. I miss my friends and my social network sucks. I waved at one of my neighborhood friends the other day, but we haven't talked in months. All these ladies have kids and husbands; some have grandkids (because we're that old). I have Milo and a 60 hour a week job where I operate on a bi-coastal schedule.

I think i'm going to drive down toward Houston today to go to a really hateful housewares superstore to buy a piece of mass-produced corporate grade art (yes, I have already scoped out their in-stock slop)...to repaint it. I have two pieces in my living room that I love...that my friend who works in "real" design though was actual mid-century art that I had gotten at an art market. I may not finish painting the guest room this weekend. I feel the need to do a "craft" (god, I hate that word unless it's actually deployed as intended as a description of craftsmanship in sense of fine arts that are relegated to craft, e.g. textiles, woodworking, ceramics, etc.)

I should also get some exercise.

[3liza]

99% of "mysterious disappearances" esp of people in their 20s who start acting weird for 48 hours and then vanish are not mysterious, thats just when a lot of reality-obliterating mental illness tends to kick in and it's pretty easy to get a short circuit in your brain that makes you go family guy death pose in joshua tree national park. it's not any less tragic, it's just a documented phenomenon and not particularly predictable. its a big reason the medical advice is for people with a family history of schizophrenia to completely avoid weed and psychedelics. "people just go crazy sometimes" is a principle of human health that used to be a lot more accepted prior to the american midcentury and to a certain extent thats a healthier way to conceptualize and prepare for the risk, as opposed to the modern assertion that anyone acting weird is dangerous and broken forever.

[3liza]

you should have a rough outline of a plan for if any of your loved ones experiences psychosis, it really does happen a lot. UTIs can cause psychosis. taking drugs, even safe drugs, or prescription drugs, can cause psychosis. i was once prescribed a heavy regimen of vitamin D because i was deficient, but the doctor never told me to stop taking it, so i moved to california, stopped being deficient, and developed vitamin d toxicity with downstream hyperparathyroidism which triggered significant hypomania that was undetected and uncontrolled for yeeeeeeears. i just slowly got Weird and started making impulsive decisions based on slightly out-of-gamut beliefs. i drove cross country by myself to have a love affair. the love affair was real, the series of decisions leading to burning down my life in pursuit of it were based on not great brain function however. etc. you see what i mean. churchill mentioned depression being the "black dog who stalks us" (one reason for Churchgrim's multi-referential name) but theres another, stealthier dog called Insanity and it's closer to some people than others but man it sneaks up on you. every time i see one of those "guy gets weird and drives into the wilderness forever" missing persons stories i think "yeah i could totally pull that off"

[oarfjsh]

"van gogh cut off his ear what a lunatic" you are 3 nights of bad sleep, getting unexpected upsetting news and taking a substance as benign as coffee at the wrong time away from doing the same hope this helps

[witch-breaker]

[sonandheirofnothinginparticular]

[weimarweekly]

Guest room paint job finished except for trim and doors. That’s next week. My dad came by to talk me through the blinds installation for the bathroom. I did all this with a fresh set of nails (builder gel instead of GelX or acrylic; we’ll see how this goes) so I felt like a baddie with power tools today. In other news I’m exhausted.

[weimarweekly]

Good morning. It’s Bestie’s 50th and I cannot magically be in London. I have gone to Pilates, purchased some gasoline (ugh), driven through the car wash because some disgusting bird shat all over my car, and am going to finish painting my guest room today. My mom is coming over to help me move furniture.

[gay-irl]

[judgejudyofficial]

yeah u freaks up north look and sound exactly like this when u pretend that us southern queers are perfectly complicit in our own eradication - for the heinous crime of not living in a liberal population center.

[hoshikostar]

[glitterygolem]

I keep this image on hand for whenever I see similar sentiments.

[rasputinaillyanna]

Alexander Skarsgård and Harry Melling as Ray and Colin in Pillion (2025)

[moleshow]