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Mon, 21 Jan 2019 05:19:28 GMT

Day one of yet another, presumably futile, attempt to writer more often.

Returned early from Orlando with the housemates due to an impending winter storm at home. We got home early Saturday morning, and I appear to have brought a post-vacation cold home with me. I watched the first two episodes of season 3 of True Detective, which I love so far. I also finished the audio book of Baby Teeth. Wow. Having raised a Hannah, I'm having trouble shaking this one off. Then we watched the Black Mirror episode Bandersnatch, and in between all of this all I've done is sleep. Tuesday classes start back, and in a blink, winter break is over.

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Tue, 19 Dec 2017 17:45:24 GMT

The Yule ball was fun, but very crowded and loud. Ariana got overwhelmed with the noise, so we didn't stay long, but we enjoyed it while we were there. We had ramen at H Mart and then got back on the road to Warwick.

Target has been hell, but that's a foregone conclusion. Retail at Christmas. Let's be total dicks to underpaid employees in the name of holiday cheer.

I am working on my take-home social psychology test, and have my Algebra final in the morning. I don't feel at all good about it, and I'll be lucky to pass the class. Oh well. I enjoyed my 4.0 for the three semesters I held onto it.

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Sun, 17 Dec 2017 06:46:05 GMT

I am so close to the end of this semester that I can almost taste it. It tastes like coffee and exhaustion. I have to turn in my writing portfolio Monday, then have an algebra final on Wednesday, and sometime before 7pm on Thursday I have to complete and drive to Lincoln to turn in a hundred-question multiple choice take-home test for social psychology. And then I am finally done, for a few weeks. I just want to lay around and read things that I actually chose for myself.

At least this weekend has been nice, if frantic. Friday we saw the new Star Wars, which I really loved. Yes, it has some problems, but overall it made me happy. Then Saturday was Ariana's 10th birthday party, so there was lots of last minute cleaning this morning, then a gaggle of little girls eating and playing and painting ornaments. Tomorrow I have work, and then we head straight to Boston for the Yule Ball at the Middle East.

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Creepy Short story

Mon, 14 Aug 2017 03:29:28 GMT

Amazing story, go give it a read https://www.apex-magazine.com/each-thing-i-show-you-is-a-piece-of-my-death/

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Sun, 25 Jun 2017 06:15:34 GMT

It's funny what a rabbit hole my brain is sometimes. A documentary about H. P. Lovecraft leads to a need to rewatch Ice, the X-Files episode, which leads to a rewatch of The Thing, which leads to re-reading The Thing with Beards by Sam J. Miller. And thus I lost my entire Saturday to icebound aliens.

The weekends always go by too fast, and I never get enough done. I did dishes, laundry, and some room organization today, but I need to get so much more done. Instead, aliens and ice.

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Thu, 04 May 2017 02:47:55 GMT

I have failed at being a blogger of any sort. I assume that I have nothing particularly exciting to write about, so why bother? Well, I'm going to try to update way more often, if only for myself, to have an awareness of the passing of time.

Today I had my Western Civ final, and I'm assuming I got a 107 out of 108, because I only half answered one extra credit question. I have my developmental psychology final tomorrow, one open-book final to take online this weekend, and then I'm done with the semester. I might have a B in Sociology, but having spent most of January in a nearly suicidal depression, I suppose losing my 4.0 is a small trade for still being alive.

Holly has been here since last Friday, and we've been having a lovely time doing absolutely nothing. We've talked and talked and slept and eaten a bunch of junk and smoked too many cigarettes, and it's been really perfect. We're going to take the train into Boston on Saturday just to let her see Quincy Market and Harvard Square.

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Unfinished, Untitled Nightvale/Supernatural crossover ficlet thing

Sat, 30 Nov 2013 09:10:57 GMT

"Listeners, the mayor held a press conference this morning to warn that all citizens of Night Vale should avoid contact with the two strange men who arrived in our little hamlet last night. Do not approach the men in the shiny black car. Do not look at them. Do not speak to them. If they approach you, run, and wait inside your home until a representative from the Sheriff's Secret Police paints the appropriate warding charms on your front door." Cecil paused and sipped his yerba mate. "Listeners, I must stress how important it is to follow these instructions. You see, this morning while I was having breakfast with Carlos at our condo -- I don't actually live there with him yet, but I hope to soon. And that leads me to a request. If any of you out there happen to have on hand just about, oh, 7.3 grams of wolfsbane mixed with the ground up fingerbone of a Librarian, could you pop buy the station and allow me to buy it off of you? It's the final ingredient I need for the ritual to break the lease on my apartment. And wouldn't you know, I've tried to order it from Amazon and it's never arrived. Customer service says they've seen three drivers to deliver it, and none of them were ever seen or heard from again."

"Now, as I was saying, citizens, while I was having breakfast with Carlos in the newly remodeled kitchen -- and oh, how that tile backsplash looks perfect with the paint we purchased at Night Vale Hard Days and Hard Ware -- he informed me that the legend of the two strangers is know far and wide, in many places. And isn't it cute how he continues to insist there are other places? He told me, listeners, that death and destruction follow wherever the brothers Winchester appear. Since we've only just gotten the sewers working properly again after the Night Vale Christmas Parade and Hooded Figure Jubilee, I don't know about you, but I think I'd like a little quiet until the Secret Policeman's Ball next week. These Winchesters can just skedaddle on out of here and bring their brand of trouble to Desert Bluffs. We, the citizens of Night Vale, can handle our own death and destruction just fine. And now, the weather."

Cecil pushed the button on the reel to reel and music filled the booth with sound, color, sparks, and the faint scent of moldering leaves. He sipped from his mug again and spun in his chair to face the once-angel standing in the corner of his booth.

"Castiel," he said, and pushed his glasses up on his nose. "How did you get past Station Management?"

Castiel opened his hand to reveal a handful of Pennyroyal, a torn and bloodied piece of yellow cloth, and the tooth of an animal that had long ago crossed the Rainbow Bridge. "I have not forgotten the ways of your people, Cecil. Though you have lived among the humans for so long that you carry their scent now. It was difficult to find you."

"One has to have just the right combination of yearning and desperation in one's heart to find the way to Night Vale," Cecil replied. "Carlos, that's my boyfriend, he's a scientist, told me that this morning old woman Josie was heard to announce that Dean Winchester was so handsome that he could leave his boots on her porch anytime, and that the angels immediately surrounded her house and took up arms. I knew you couldn't be far behind."

"I need your help, Cecil," Castiel replied. He took a step forward. "Metraton, he's -- Heaven -- I need to find your brother."

"Ah," Cecil said, and sighed, and the taste of the music of the weather was bittersweet on his tongue. "I can no longer see or speak to my brother. You see, I have fulfilled the prophecy, Castiel. I have pledged my troth to a human. I was happy to do it. Carlos is perfect, and beautiful, and we bought a condominium together. But the union was not without sacrifice. All acts of love and pleasure require pain and blood to keep the balance. My brother is lost to me, and I am of no help to you now, old friend. I can never leave Night Vale again."

"That's convenient for you," Castiel replied, and referred to the other man by a name that he couldn't quite pronounce with his human speech capabilities. "Night Vale will still be here once all of Heaven and Hell have been laid to waste, and the Earth will be nothing but a dim memory in the minds of the Ancient Ones."

Cecil held up his hand. "Do not speak their names, it is forbidden, by order directly from the Mayor herself."

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Sun, 30 Jun 2013 06:15:09 GMT

Firs time crossposting to Dreamwidth. I'm starting to worry one day I'll log onto LJ and find it's gone, or at least no longer in English.

Things have been busy as usual; at one point in May I had four teenagers for a few weeks. My two, a nephew, and nephew's friend who I took as an emergency foster when his mother had some issues. That was an interesting experience. I think they played about a thousand hours of Minecraft and went through 100 gallons of milk in three weeks. But now I'm down to just my own two kids. Nephew is staying with grandparents for a while, then heading off to live with his mother, foster kid has gone to live with his grandparents, and my food bill has been cut in half.

We've been dealing with the usual rounds of health issues. Walt has been having periodic episodes of vomiting that have gotten more and more frequent. At this point he has a 24 hour period every couple of weeks where he can't keep any food or liquids down, and all the testing so far has come back normal. We'll be having some more done in August.

Cassie is mostly stable, other than a very deep non-healing would on her right foot. We thought it might be Squamous Cell Carcinoma, but the dermatologist thinks it's okay for now. She referred to a wound care center at the hospital that is staffed by people who had never heard of EB before, and seemed to think I was being overprotective and bossy when I wouldn't let them debride the wound. So they gave us some samples of a silver calcium alginate dressing and sent us on our merry way. Cassie has been really tired the last couple of weeks; having trouble even staying awake long enough to eat sometimes. She got up today at 11, took a nap from 2-4, and asked to be put to bed at 8pm. Hopefully she'll perk up a bit soon.

In fannish news I am not as excited about Season 9 of Supernatural as I should be. I love Sam and Dean and I will forever, but I'm ready to let them ride off into the sunset and live on in fanfic. But I am very happy about season 2 of Revolution.

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