"Protection from what? Zee Germans?"

Mmm. Had a good game last night. Pirate!John was in rare form, I was only in medium rare form. But we got some good quotes out of it. Not much happened... I got a ring of the beast which apparently lets me turn into random land mammals. I also indulged myself in bothering Pirate!John's character.

And then, oh god. Training at 8 fucking 30 in the fucking morning. Damn you, Primerica! Damn you! My boss's boss... he is the walking talking epitome of WASP. You know, White Anglo-Saxon Protestant. If he mentions one more thing about 'The Mexicans' or 'God doesn't make junk' or anything like that, I'm going to start going on about 'zee Germans.' Well, maybe not, but... urrrgh. Damn him. Damn him to that special hell for people who talk at the theatre.

Anyway. I've got my nice little to-do list up there, and I'm going to finish Yours Truly today. I am. Dammit. I'm taking a look at it now and I think I'm just going to have to rewrite the whole damn thing from start to finish. I'm going to rewrite it and post it as one giant story, because it's really not that long. I've had chapters longer than this. Well, maybe not. But, yeah. Another chapter in Understanding, another chapter in RiP. And then Shattered Globe in a day or so.

I'm worried about the Lady Sphinx, a little. Haven't been keeping up with her as I should, and it sounds like she's not doing too good. I hate worrying about people long distance because I feel like there's nothing I can do but offer inconsequential words. Ugh. I wish I could offer hugs, or chocolate, or ice cream, or teddy bears, or the use of my hands to hold the punching bag while someone really lets loose. I dunno.

Ok, this is just getting too long and rambly...


EDIT: Well, since the little psychos who were picking April up didn't actually get here till an hour after they said they would, my bf isn't picking me up till 11 tonight. Which means I have to tolerate the loser brigade. Ugh. So, staying out here and writing. And editing. And beta-ing. Goddess, but I need a nap.

"Sleeper waking, meals taking. Sleeper speeding, people bleeding."

Ugh> I hate it when I lose everything I'd written already in my DJ.

Okay. Well, mostly finished and uploaded Yours Truly anyway. For those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about, it's a Babylon 5 story involving Jack the Ripper. Yes, Jack the Ripper showed up on B5. For more information go here since I'm too lazy to type it all up again. Meh.

I feel so happy. I'm a good beta reader! It's been so long since I've beta-read for anyone but cruelest_month that I'd almost forgotten what it was like. I suppose you can't really forget, but still.. I'd worried. But it was such a good fic... written by the wonderful almightyhat

*sigh* Diri's acting up again. I'm not sure what she thinks she's doing, but she's checkmating herself just when she seems to have gotten things all right, if not completely perfect. I still have no idea why she does this constantly. Is it some hormonal problem, some deep-seated psychological issue maybe a fear of things going too right? Or is she just afraid to be happy and accept and not fall back into old, self-destructive patterns? I know she knows these behaviors are self-destructive... bleh.

What in the name of Mephistopheles' right ball is going on with the LJ icons?

La. What else is going on? Not much. April was picked up today, after a huge fiasco with her ride. I will never understand those girls if I live to be a thousand. But... now the house feels very empty. And very quiet. Meh. This is going to suck so much for the next couple of days. I must drown myself in my fanfic.

Which, there will certainly be enough of that. I've gone through my fanfic folder, relegated all the hideously crappy Mary Sues I thankfully didn't devote much time to, to the Disk of Death. Which is the storage facility I use to store all the fics I haven't looked at, touched, or thought about in at least a year. And surprisingly, I have a number of fics that are completed, fan or otherwise. In the incomplete section I do have a Firefly fic I'd started but never finished, an Edward fic that will probably either get rewritten or relegated to the Disk of Death as it was largely an excuse to get Edward some hot and heavy, that old Sebastien fic, and all the fics I have currently in progress on fanfic.net.

Which ends up being a lot, but only because I save every bloody version of every bloody fic I write. Never know when you might want to go back and put something back in, or ... something.

Hrrm. I should do the dishes soon. I'll put them in to soak and do them in an hour.

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Time to print up the cattle calls. I'll have to post some of the descrips here and see if anyone has any ideas for what the hell I should do.




The Most Hideous To Do List Since The Dawn Of Mankind

1. Another chapter in RiP
2. Another chapter in Shattered Globe
3. Another chapter in Understanding
4. Start that weird Wild Cards fic... there's got to be someone out there who likes it, not just me.. especially on Fanfic.net. Please?
5. Print out some cattle calls (5) that I can write and submit to. Although I might do that .. no, I should do that tonight, on my laser printer, so I don't use up any not-mine color ink.
6. Edit Marry the Courtesan (which, for those of you who may not know, is a Merovingian/Persephone fic)
7. Tidy room. Later. After I get back from the bf's.
8. Work on Courtesan School
9. Find some way to tie in a menu of sidefics to the incredibly huge LXG fic without making the front menu very clumsy.
10. Work on the DC.com web page. I should just get rid of all that hideously crappy Poser art. Unfortunatly, that's the best art I can do. Meh. Any comments? Ideas?
11. Write that goddamned essay on writing fiction set in the Victorian era for poor settiai!

I'm a busy little bee... gyah. After all that productivity, so unmotivated to write anything now. Oh well.

"This is how you remind me of what I really am"

Well, I wrote the first vignette in the Wild Cards ... thingie. I have no idea how this is going to be recieved. I have no idea if people read these things anymore. They haven't really been published in a while. Then again, they are being reprinted. And there was that kind of new one out recently, but that was... eh. Not up to the old standard. Oh well. It's here if anyone wants to read it.

Hmm. Game should be about over by now.. at least, my lovely sailor boy said he'd try and get out around 11, being as we both had to get up at stupid o'clock in the morning to go to that stupid 8:30 am training. On a Saturday! Does that seem right to you?

Anyway. He's not over... I'm not sure whether to give him an hour or so or just go to bed. I kept meaning to take a nap, never did. Ended up just writing or cleaning or coding instead. And, granted, I got a lot done, but... eh. Sleep is also very good. But, dammit, I hope he comes over and picks me up so I can go over and play with my Gretchen-kitty. I miss my Gretchen-kitty, and I think she misses me.

Sitting here listen to the old four-hour version of Dune on SciFi. I'd be taping it except I didn't know it was coming on before it started, and never got around to putting in a tape. Ah well. It's got to be on video somewhere. I'm sure it has. It's too big a movie not to, too popular And Brad Dourif has the Eyebrows of Doom. I'm sure they'd pop off and attack if the four-hour version wasn't put on video at some point.

Okay, now I know I've been up too late. When I'm talking about Brad Dourif's eyebrows popping off and attack people... *shakes head*

But, at least I've been pretty productive today. I actually hied my ass out of bed and went to the damn stupid morning training session. I didn't kill the stupid WASPy boss's boss who was leading the damn training session. I got Yours Truly done, I fixed everything on the website with the pictures and the sidefics, I uploaded a Wild Cards drabble to FF.net, I tended to my DC.com website. I still have a drekload of stuff to do, but that's mostly writing.

I have to figure out what I'm going to do with the damn Courtesan School since it utterly failed on DJ. I mean.. it's a nice idea. Learning a couple languages, studying history, calligraphy, dance, bettering ourselves, practicing our decorum, our manners, etc. But... eh. It's no fun with no one else doing it with you. Oh well.. maybe if/when I get the website up and running I can start it here. Maybe. Eh.

Lessee. What else is going on. My ex came back, except that his van was here all day so I was under the impression he'd been in his room, since he was staring at me as I zoomed off to training. Probably wondering what the hell I was doing up at that hour of the morning. I know I was.

I want a donut.

I want my boyfriend. I had one of those wonderful moments at that stupid hour of the morning this morning when we were both complaining about how horribly early it was, and he hugged me, and it just felt so... right. He's so wonderful, and so patient and tolerant of my ups and downs, and so very supportive. And fun and interesting and creative and dynamic and handsome (I always was a sucker for a redhead). I just can't sing his praises enough... and I miss him. I mean, he's at a game, with his friends including his friend who's down from Chicago, so that's good. I don't begrudge him his time with his friends. I just... miss him. Sigh. I don't want to go to bed alone tonight.

Bleh. I suppose the cure for that... do that last dish and work on my to-do list of doom some more. Maybe I should make some icons.

EDIT: Well, speak of evil. *g* Guess who came over just after I finished banging out this entry.. well, about ten minutes after. I put my head down on the desk, and was that ever a bad idea! Anyway, so I'm now over at the bf's, and it's sleepy time. Yay!!!!


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