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Augh, the computer is in the shop so I've been out of the loop for awhile. First, the cat knocked over a can of pop on the keyboard and I got that cleaned up as well as I could, but the \ key was damaged because it just printed out rows of \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\s everywhere. Then there was a vomit incident. Again, I cleaned it up as well as I could, but then there was a whole cluster of keys that wouldn't work no matter what and the \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\s kept coming. So, I took it in. I told the poor guy about all of it and apologized for the mess he was sure to find.

Luckily, I have my laptop from work! The finest in 1990s technology right here! I make fun, but I really am just glad to have it.

My plan was to finish two long-running fics this summer, but not only is the computer out, but I cannot find the notebook with all the story stuff in it anywhere. I have searched the house, my parents' house, the car, and even gone back to work to hunt through my desk drawers. No luck. I'm gonna blame gremlins.


Jun. 8th, 2016 09:31 pm
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Today's fic was a Strange Magic.

My usual summer baking impulses are flaring up hard. Something about a vacation where I'm near the kitchen all day makes me think I could recreate the food in the Ghibli films, or Jake's Adventure Time sandwich, or all those Harry Potter House-themed cocktails.

In other news, I'm growing pumpkins and milkweed.
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Back at the vet with Froud. Her face cancer is back and now she’s gotta go in every day this week for fluids. And I’ve gotta pay for it, which makes my stomach hurt a little. Not as bad as her face hurts, probably. Also, I wrote a Pacific Rim fic for the other day.
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Fic of the Day is a Beetlejuice one and it's grimmer than usual. But it fits the prompt.

We went to Farmer's Day today. It was so hot that I was a little delirious by the time the parade was over. I ended up giggling with my Dad over Office Space quotes until the waitress brought our food. The theme for this year was "Farmers are Outstanding in Their Field". Some people were disdainful, but I love me a bad pun and cackled unbecomingly.
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Bob Ross is on Netflix. Which means my first day of summer vacation was just booked solid. I did write a Watchmen fic for [livejournal.com profile] 31_days. Summer is usually when I don't write so much because of everything else going on, but the last few months have been a mad house so I haven't been able to write at all. Now that I have time, I'm going to try to do a little something as often as possible.

I used to watch Bob Ross with my Grandma. Just hearing his voice takes me back.
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My summer vacation will never be longer than it is right now. Woo! So to celebrate, I wrote a Mad Max fic for [livejournal.com profile] 31_days.
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So I dreamed Ron Perlman was sent to my house to help me move and the place is a mess and I spent the whole time apologizing and trying to scoot piles out of sight. The first thing I thought of when I woke up was that I needed to call in sick and clean.
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I’ve been thinking about stuff from my childhood all day. Does anyone remember Robotman and Friends? Our local movie rental had a copy when I was a kid and I still remember some of the songs. I remember that it was pretty sappy-happy. It was all power of love and music to recharge these weirdly cuddly robots from Robotland. There was an 80s-style flamboyant old man and his grandson or nephew. And I’m pretty sure there was some of the old Transformer voice actors in there somewhere.

I’ve also been thinking about Brandon Lee in The Crow and how sad that really was. Childhood nostalgia meets teenage nostalgia!

And then out of nowhere, all I could think of is what happened to my old Kenny Loggins Return to Pooh Corner cd and nothing would do until I ransack the house to find it. I don’t think I’m going to be very productive tonight.
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I'm taking a class and on a diet and somehow that combination has rendered me useless for anything else. What do people who have to do more than two things do with themselves? Maybe they're still allowed to have caffeine and it gives them strength. Aids their decision making. Or something.

Meanwhile, I babble about Eric Carle and try to sound meaningful whilst wondering if the cabbage noodle soup recipe is worth a try.
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I had a little clump of something skin cancer-y on my shoulder so they decided to take it out. I was all gung-ho and unconcerned until the doctor started drawing all the places she was going to cut. It was like Duck Dodgers mapping the way to Planet X. Turns out, if you're going to cut a chunk out of your shoulder, you have make a gigantic oval around it to be able to stretch the skin back together. So my dime-sized little spot that I figured would take like three stitches to close actually needed twenty. I don't know how many internal stitches there were, but they ran out of gauze halfway through and had to lean out the door and call for more. Lot of blood going on.

What do people with serious injuries do? This is just a little minor surgery and it's driving me crazy! There's no way to sit or stand or lay down that it doesn't hurt. I can barely sleep. I want to claw or gnaw at it just to make it worse so it will be different. GRAHHH! Heal faster, already!
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Well, I think I've eaten just about everything easy to make in the house. I put a small pot roast in the crock pot yesterday morning and I've gnawed my way through it. Now I have a crock pot of beef broth with some carrot and potato mush in the bottom. If I added rice or noodles, would it be soup? Something to consider for tomorrow when I start pacing the rooms again.

Church is cancelled in the morning, which means it's bad all over. I can't even see my car under the snow now. School's been out since Wednesday noon so I've had time to eat my way through all the waffle mix, (I got a waffle iron for Xmas)all the freezer food (to be fair it was a pizza and a lean cuisine meal), the pot roast, most of a bag of tortillas, half a carton of eggs, all the milk, a pie, what was left of a can of reddi-whip, and a pan of walnut brownies I made just in case the neighbors came to shovel the walk again. They didn't, and as the snow continued to fall, I ate them all myself.

I've also written random pieces for all three of the main WIPs I want to finish and sketched out two OCs for one of them. My plan was to do some Strange Magic fan art to celebrate the year's anniversary. (It's today!) But instead I drew a surly bat prince and his kangaroo mousie wifey. Because yeah.
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I’m in the gross, mouth-breathing stage of a head cold. I’m also incredibly grateful for that, because the bug that’s going around work is an explosive stomach virus. The nurse’s office ran out of spare pants for the kids. So, while I’m feeling a lot like one of the close ups from Ren & Stimpy, at least I’m not in a shivering ball of intestinal distress in the bathroom.

Also, I wrote a Beetlejuice fic for [livejournal.com profile] 31_days.

Also, also I get to do the prompts for March!
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I’ve been thinking about the Watchmen kinkmeme lately. I’ve posted on memes for two other fandoms since and neither of them lasted long enough to fill up even one meme, much less as many as the Watchmen one did. I gotta finish my old WIPs. Meanwhile, I wrote a Mad Max thing for [livejournal.com profile] 31_days.

There was a lot of talk about David Bowie today. I was barely out of bed when [livejournal.com profile] siarwenevenstar texted me. All the media has been full of it today and I have been trying to remember the dream I had with him in it. It was years ago, and all I really remember is David Bowie, a beachside road that had been half washed away by a recent hurricane, and a live turkey roaming around. I don’t even want to look that up in the dream dictionary, but I would like to find my old dream diary and see if that’s one of the ones I wrote down.
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I try not to bother people. I really do. But, every now and then someone will post a rhetorical question or sigh about something they're worried about, and I will go off like a pinball machine because "Ooh! Oooh! I know this! I know what to say!

Knowing when to stop saying it is the hard part. I never leave anyone wanting more because I pile it on like an avalanche at the first sign of interest. It's like I have to make up for my dignified silence by blathering on like an idiot as soon as I get a chance.

So, sorry to everyone who mentioned something casually and then got bombarded with everything I ever knew about the subject.
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When I was two or three, maybe four, we lived in a farm out in the sticks. It was a rent-to-own deal and my folks decided after two years that they couldn’t afford the payments and trying to keep the place warm, so we moved.

Many years later, my mother is a member of the local DAR and she was doing some research on a local man who made good and did amazing things and she finds out that old farm we lived in was his family’s house! She’s writing this guy’s biography, so she thought how great it would be to get a picture of the place.

The people that bought it after we left though? They aren’t so friendly. They outright refused any request to get a picture of the place. When the man’s family asked if they could come see it again, they would not stand for it and let it be known that they had guns and dobermans and the works if anyone should trespass. They also have yellow NO TRESPASSING signs every few feet around the perimeter of the property.

Mom was determined though. And she soon learned that a family that goes to our church owns the adjoining property and they were more than happy to let us trample over it to get close enough to get a picture. They’ve had troubles with the neighbors too and were sympathetic. So we snuck up to the fence and got a new pics of the house.

Here’s the strange part: The farm house isn’t lived in anymore. The new people built a modern cabin-type house on the hill behind it. As far as we can tell, the old house is empty. The paint is peeling and the wrap around porch may not be there much longer, but as soon as Mom took a picture of it, the porch light started to turn on and off.
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Woo! Nanowrimo is completed once again. Not the story, mind you, just the required 50k words. The story itself has some gaps. I need to write the part where they find the Big Bad, and the part where they find out what happened to the old man's brother, and how they all hear the voice of Adderbell Jenkins. And then I need to make the ending a little less sappy.

And! I can update some fanfiction now.

Day One

Oct. 1st, 2015 09:16 pm
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It is October! Pleeeeeze let it be better than September!

Meanwhile, I decided to give Drawlloween a shot. Day 1 is ghosts. So, anyone who knows my fandoms knows who these three are. Day 1 )

happy sigh

Sep. 14th, 2015 10:04 pm
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I have constructed what I believe to be the best combination of bed linens EVER. I have my comfy-smooth sage green sheets. Always a pleasure. I have my Tigey blanket, the fuzzy leopard print blanket I’ve had since I was 2 and couldn’t tell the difference between a leopard and a tiger. I have my down duvet, which was bought ridiculously cheap at a summer sale. I have the fleece blanket my sister made me that has has all the yellow chicks on. Somehow, the chick pattern makes it even more soft and fuzzy. On top of all that, I have the HUGE secondhand comforter that my parents gave me when it didn’t match ANYTHING. It still doesn’t, and it’s a size too big for my bed which means it covers everything.

It’s perfect. The weight of the blankets is so comfy and cozy and secure. The temperature is just low enough that it is a delight to lay under all these blankets. And since I’m a restless sleeper who unfailingly tangles up in the blankets every night, there is a different, equally wonderful texture at each layer. It goes from smooth to fuzzy, to quilted, to fleecy, to cushiony. It’s bliss.

The hard part will be getting out of it in the morning. Anybody else enjoy their blankets this much?


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