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Hi, Big Brother, how are you?
*gives the FBI agent who may or may not be reading this the one-finger salute*
God, I hate this country sometimes. Stupid Marriage Protection bullshit. Stupid FBI-is-watching you bullshit. I agree with Munch on this one. Pictures of McCarthy tattooed all over everyone's ass. We're all going to be lo-jacked eventually, you wait and see. I can't believe these lawmakers and politicians and stupid agencies have the balls to do shit like this. Don't they trust their own people to have some degree of sanity? This is going to turn into the Red Scare all over again. Are you now, or have you ever been a terrorist.
Bollocks.
In other, less depressing news, I'm rapidly discovering that even with one day of doing nothing but having breakdowns and playing roleplaying games, I can still probably make the Nanowrimo deadline on most if not all of my stories. Yay! And even if I can't, I'll be making it on everything but Thief. And ... well, I hope to make all six of them. And after that it's editing time. Along with jobhunting time. And gnawing my fingernails to the bone before I submit these to an agent/publisher time. Fun.
Last night was entertaining. Copious amounts of SVU, along with Munch crying (aww!) and a lot of spousal/SO abuse. That... was unnerving. It's kind of scary how badly I deal with realistic spousal abuse on the television; it makes me jumpy, nervous. Granted, it's not entirely unfounded, there's been enough divorce and fighting and stalking of me and all other sorts of bad things in my past. And granted, it's nowhere near as bad as it could have been. But... I don't know why it makes me jumpy to see it. I think I'm worried about turning into my mother, making bad marriages, having kids too young, getting trapped in a marriage to a drug-taking drug-dealing...
Well, that's not likely to happen. But still.
Damn, these entries have been depressing for the last few days. I need to change that. Um. I've been doing good? Resting, writing, eating far too much cake and brownies. Watching SVU, about to watch another episode of Carnivale. I love that show. I need to hook up the VCRs and copy over the tapes. Also the Firefly tapes.
Yeah, I'll just come back when I've got something cheerier to write about. I'm doing good, honest! Just... no really good news to talk about.
*gives the FBI agent who may or may not be reading this the one-finger salute*
God, I hate this country sometimes. Stupid Marriage Protection bullshit. Stupid FBI-is-watching you bullshit. I agree with Munch on this one. Pictures of McCarthy tattooed all over everyone's ass. We're all going to be lo-jacked eventually, you wait and see. I can't believe these lawmakers and politicians and stupid agencies have the balls to do shit like this. Don't they trust their own people to have some degree of sanity? This is going to turn into the Red Scare all over again. Are you now, or have you ever been a terrorist.
Bollocks.
In other, less depressing news, I'm rapidly discovering that even with one day of doing nothing but having breakdowns and playing roleplaying games, I can still probably make the Nanowrimo deadline on most if not all of my stories. Yay! And even if I can't, I'll be making it on everything but Thief. And ... well, I hope to make all six of them. And after that it's editing time. Along with jobhunting time. And gnawing my fingernails to the bone before I submit these to an agent/publisher time. Fun.
Last night was entertaining. Copious amounts of SVU, along with Munch crying (aww!) and a lot of spousal/SO abuse. That... was unnerving. It's kind of scary how badly I deal with realistic spousal abuse on the television; it makes me jumpy, nervous. Granted, it's not entirely unfounded, there's been enough divorce and fighting and stalking of me and all other sorts of bad things in my past. And granted, it's nowhere near as bad as it could have been. But... I don't know why it makes me jumpy to see it. I think I'm worried about turning into my mother, making bad marriages, having kids too young, getting trapped in a marriage to a drug-taking drug-dealing...
Well, that's not likely to happen. But still.
Damn, these entries have been depressing for the last few days. I need to change that. Um. I've been doing good? Resting, writing, eating far too much cake and brownies. Watching SVU, about to watch another episode of Carnivale. I love that show. I need to hook up the VCRs and copy over the tapes. Also the Firefly tapes.
Yeah, I'll just come back when I've got something cheerier to write about. I'm doing good, honest! Just... no really good news to talk about.
