In dreams

Jul. 20th, 2017 12:08 pm
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Ugh, I dreamed I was at a hotel convention with my old college friends and people I had dated before and I was convinced that we were all having the same dream at the same time. So I was trying to be on my best behavior so all these people would remember me fondly when they woke up. There was even some public nudity because I had to chase one of those people through the crowded convention hall while in nothing but a towel. I don't remember what had happened but someone had told them that there was a reason I hated them so much. And I didn't hate them! I didn't hate them so much I ran out of the shower to tell them that I didn't.

I chased them through the crowd back to their room and sputtered and wheezed that I didn't hate them and never had and I would do anything to keep them from feeling bad, because they were great and I missed them. They hugged me and that was it and I went back to my own room with my towel, kicking myself because I hadn't said that I loved them.

It's less than a month before I go back to The Job. It must be time for the stress dreams to start.
unknownfate: (penny)
Last night I dreamed I was in the Amazon jungle trying to stop some kind of development. It was kind of a cross between Fern Gully and WtA. I was the only one without powers or weapons, so I decided to fake it until you make it.

Everyone else was shapechanging and summoning the forces of nature. I found out the name of the development foreman and stalked over to him in the middle of all the magical battle.

“William Thurman McDonald!” I yelled. (It’s a name from an old episode of Night Court.) “By your True Name I Summon Thee!” And he made a WTF face at me and I kicked him square in the crotch. I don’t remember if it worked or not, but I woke up thinking I had at least helped the cause a little.
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Ok, so I signed up for hellofresh with my tax money to see if it turned out to be something I could afford. So far so good, really. There have only been two mishaps. One was some chicken thighs I managed to ruin and the other was a teeny tiny Thai pepper.

The recipe was Shrimp Pad See Ew. Everything was going fine until I got to the pepper. Now, if I've learned nothing else from Alton Brown, I've learned that the smaller the pepper, the hotter it is. So I already had my doubts about this itty bitty wisp of a pepper, but all the other ingredients were mild so I thought maybe I'd just add a little bit. The instructions said to split the skin and scrape out all the seeds. They had all the heat, the instructions said. The rest would just be flavor. Maybe half, I thought. Or a third. That should be plenty.

So, I split the little boonie pepper and scraped out the seeds. It was only difficult because the pepper was so small. But then, a drop of pepper juice splashed on my lip. The pain was instant and fiery. I made the mistake of touching them with my pepper-tainted hands. Long story short, it was on my mouth, cheek, one eye and under my fingernails before I was done and the pain in every one of those places was incredible.

It just isn't a good cooking story unless you're hanging over a sink pouring milk into your eyes. It has now been 24 hours and there is still a burning sensation under my thumbnails. The good news is that the dish came out pretty good. Y'now, once I could use my eye and face again.
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It's been a weird day! Midol got me through the worst of it, but I'm considering upgrading to something stronger. But I did get a Last Unicorn fic over at [livejournal.com profile] 31_days.

So there's that.
unknownfate: (underworld)
Ok, some time ago, I wrote this about Lydia Deetz being worried that Beetlejuice had killed himself since he had been Juno's assistant and only suicides end up working the Neitherworld's civil service department. But then it hit me: Juno's throat was cut.

I suppose you could cut your own throat, but there's easier ways, y'all. It seems more likely that someone else did it. Maybe it was a murder/suicide and she was tangled in the red tape. Maybe she was killed and just worked the job anyway. I dunno.
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So I'm house sitting and the first thing I do is check the fridge and all the cabinets. I'm not hungry. I'm just nosy. It's like survival inventory. Ooh, they got sandwich meat and tortillas and a bag of salad. We could have some epic sandwich wraps!

Y'know, if we wanted. If we had to.

We don't. But I can sleep easier knowing that the container under the foil in there has leftover lasagna in it. That's how nosy I can be.

Dreams

Mar. 4th, 2017 08:01 pm
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I had a Metallica dream. I’ve been listening to Murder One a lot lately and reading Dresden File books, so my brain cooked up a weird little modern fairy tale for me.

In the dream, there was a prophecy about some silver item and something called the Fires of the Faithful. When they lined up, the earth would shake and some old Fae influence would be broken. The Fae did not want that to happen, so they had the silver thing shattered.

I was working for a human who had gathered up all those pieces. He was a bass player for a metal band. I don’t know what his beef with the Fae was, but he had found the spot where the thing they controlled was buried and set up a concert over it.

Since I was the last one to touch the broken pieces, I got tracked down by the Fae knights (or whatever they were) right before the concert starts. They were being all smug and threatening, talking to each other about mortals and their tricks and how we thought we were so clever, but what sad little insects we really were. They had already been to my house and found smelting tools and whatnot, so they knew I had melted the silver thing down.

“And what do you make of that?” one said to the other and I immediately said: “Guitar Strings!”

That was when the guy started playing Murder One with the silver guitar strings (0:46) and the vibration rattled these two to the bone. They threw me out of the way to run to stop the guy, but the crowd all raised their lighters and that was the Fire of the Faithful. One of the knights turned to stone and the other one turned to wood. The thing in the ground was some kind of huge, seven foot crystal, and the music made it rise up from the ground in the middle of the concert. It was vibrating and turning black and shooting off purple lightning and then it exploded into nothing, so you know, best concert ever?

wallowing

Feb. 5th, 2017 03:48 pm
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I have to clean. You don't even know. I have let it get so bad. Every room in the house is a mess. Am I doing it? Nope. Here I sit, watching Bigfoot shows. I need to get the timer and set it for an hour and work in each room from now until it's time to go to bed. I also need to go fill up the car with gas since it's my turn to drive carpool this week. But first, I think I will watch this show about the haunted Portland underground.

One thing I have done! I did a Strange Magic fic for [livejournal.com profile] 31_days. I'm not entirely useless.

Write now

Jan. 2nd, 2017 09:11 am
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January was my month to make prompts for [livejournal.com profile] 31_days. I should make an effort to start doing those again. It's always fun to write even a little thing, but I haven't written much since Nanowrimo. Except for the fanfic about the pipeline because I write that to keep from giving in to despair at the pipeline meetings.

So, if anybody else resolved to write more or just get their creative groove back this year, might I suggest [livejournal.com profile] 31_days?


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I should've known that things weren't going too well for me when I stopped reading and drawing and other things that used to be all I wanted to do. I blamed it on stress and the classes and the job, but it didn't get any better when those things changed. Now the job is worse, the classes are over for now, and the stress is the new normal, but I was determined to take back my own interests. So, I did make it through the 50 books this year. My To-Be Read pile is pretty big thanks to the two year backlog of barely reading, but I'm working on it.

50 Books of 2016 )

This year dies tonight, and I can't be anything but relieved. The dread/hope of what the coming year will be can start tomorrow.
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So, I'm watching last season of Join or Die with Craig Ferguson and it's the episode about cult leaders. Craig said something about the problems that arise from people being so certain that they were right and everyone else was wrong. I think it was the word certainty that got my attention because that's what I remember praying for when I was a teenager. That was the word I used.

I remember being scared and worried and not knowing what to do. I was very smugly told by several people that I should pray about it, and teenage me did. I prayed to be made certain of what I should do and what I should believe. I needed a sign, just something to convince me that I was on the right track and that I didn't have to be so afraid.

I never got one, but I did get older and saw more things and met more people and it started to occur to me that the people who had been so sure of themselves when I was younger were definitely afraid of something. They wouldn't look at certain things, or talk about them, or even acknowledge that such things existed somewhere in the world. This time, I was more-severely-than-smugly told that they would pray for me.
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I hope everybody had a great day! I spent it with most of the immediate clan and it was pretty great. I still have a week to catch up on this year's reading challenge and I finished Nocturnal, so now I have to work on getting that sorted out enough that it can be read again. I figure I'll put that on AO3 once it's ready. The goal was to get all my fics in one place, but I keep adding new ones to the pile.

I still have once social obligation left before the holiday is over and I have no idea what I'll be going back to once work starts again, but I am determined not to think of it.

It being Christmas Day, I finally put up some decorations. Go, me!
unknownfate: (cat says 'riiiiight')
It begins tomorrow! I am going to try to finish my old Watchmen/werewolf fic Nocturnal, once and for all. Wish me luck.
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Friday night I dreamed of Froud. My poor kitty died over the summer and I think I handled it pretty well considering how long and hard I worked to keep her alive. In the dream, I knew she was dead, but I would see her around the house. Asleep on the couch or following me to the kitchen, just her normal alive things. I would be doing the whole ‘Is it really you?’ business and reaching to touch her. As soon as I did touch her though, she would turn into her brother, the surviving cat. She’d go from black and white floof to brown tabby and white goob. It happened so often I went to get a witness to confirm that it was one cat until I laid hand on her, and then she became the other cat. It probably means something, but I don’t know what.

Last night, I dreamed that I had been exiled to a place where the forgotten things go. I was there and several kids in the grade I usually teach were there and I guess they were my class. I seemed to be in charge of them. There were other things there too. Random folklore creatures that had been forgotten and now were in this place. The frog-mouthed women who lived in the hayloft where bitter about it. The blacksmith with the head of a wolf spider was more accepting. There were all kinds of magical creatures that I had never heard of because they had been forgotten. There were also lots of semi-abandoned buildings in different stages of falling apart. I guess they had been forgotten too.

I didn’t know what I had done to be forgotten, but I was more worried about all the little kids. How did they all get there?

In Dreams

Aug. 10th, 2016 09:11 pm
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Last night was the last night of summer vacation before I went back to work. I dreamed that I was sent to a jungle with a military-type person named Candace, who looked like Joey from Watchmen, and an Omnic from Overwatch. His name was Megan. I don’t know what my role was but I had a clipboard and a pen. The main part I remember was I locked myself in a video phone booth to call HQ and let them know that things had gone awry.


Me: Ok, there’s a situation….


HQ person in charge: Where’s the commander?


Me: I don’t really know, but I know that Megan is wearing her skin and calling himself Human Candace.


HQ PIC: …what?


And then behind me, the form of an Omnic wearing a torn and bloody human skin smashed against the booth window. Everybody flinched. The bottom of Megan’s face was visible through the gaping mouth of the skin.


Megan: I am Human Candace! We shall interact! That is what humans do!


Me: *holds up the clipboard where I’ve written HELP all over the paper*


HQ PIC: um


Megan: We could kiss!


Me: um


Megan: Humans enjoy kissing. Perhaps it is YOU who are not human!


Me: Human Candace! I am on the phone. Protocol demands you wait until communication is complete!


Megan:……………………..very well.


And then he sat down to wait right there and me and the HQ PIC had to find things to talk about until help could arrive.


Training tomorrow! We’ll see what happens.

unknownfate: (cat says 'riiiiight')
Sticky traps are horrible! The poor little birds! I did my best to get them loose but they lost so many feathers and even after they were free, they thrashed and rolled and peeped and tried to fly and couldn't. Gah!

And now my hands are all sticky too.
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Ok. So the Fourth of July in a rural area may not be the best time for sensitive discourse and thoughtful behavior. But.
I was invited to a get-together by some sweet people. They have gone out of their way to be good to me. I know things have been hard on them the past few months and I haven’t been there because I’ve been fighting off my own nervous breakdown. They invited me over for a BBQ and fireworks and I was glad to go.


Things got iffy after that. )

So I decided to be the one to talk to about cute, gentle things. I interrupted conversations to talk about the Old Friends Dog Sanctuary. I talked about my aunt who makes the best banana pudding ever. I made myself obnoxious talking about how I used to live where I could see the Northern Lights and wouldn’t it be cool if we could see St. Elmo’s Fire, but fireflies and fireworks were nice too. I don't know if it helped anybody but me.
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Somebody has re-written one of my old Watchmen kinkmeme fics to an Overwatch one. There are a few changes here and there, but a lot of the descriptions are word for word. I'm not sure how to proceed.

My first impulse was to ask why they couldn't at least give me credit, but I'm on my phone and it won't let me log on. I ended up being weird and vague, but I kinda want to see what they say. Is there a better way to handle stuff like this?
unknownfate: (cat says 'riiiiight')
Three things I have learned on my summer job:1)Ducks are completely nasty. And 2) Not sleeping well because someone barks and/or whines every time I move, sigh, or give any sign of being there really ruins my attitude. It is Day 4. Two more weeks to go.

I can do it. I just have to start grabbing naps in the daytime. It’s hard for me because I am solar-powered, but I can’t do this many more days without cracking up. It doesn’t help that my car is breaking, the air conditioner is already out, and the estimate to fix my roof is in the thousands.

I did sneak some time in to write a Watchmen fic for [livejournal.com profile] 31_days.

Oh, and 3) is that if I ever get the roof, car, and AC fixed and paid for, I may want an irobot roomba. It’s adorable and the dog hair is gone.

'Urmang!

Jun. 20th, 2016 12:34 pm
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I dreamed that I had to keep a small group of Klingons entertained until a ship could be sent for them. At a loss, I put them in front of a Game of Thrones marathon. They really got into it. Many hot wings were eaten. Many shouts about treachery.

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