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Why am I writing Sons of Anarchy fanfiction? Someone explain this to me?

And by writing, I sort of mean doodling now and again because I have one scene and a vague story surrounding it, and why I mostly mean why of all the characters Kim Coates has played am I fixating on the walking STD, and it's probably because it's the most I've seen of him on screen ever in any single role, but still. The character is nasty. Layered and complicated but dear god I wouldn't ever touch that. I'd have to wash myself out with bleach.

Ah well. Um. I don't even know what happened in game the other night. But that game just got abruptly stopped until I can figure out what to do and/or how to corral a player who seems to burst into abrupt violence at the least bit of provocation. And how to get over the irritation in general, the anger at the player, and the feeling like I'm a bad GM for not reacting better to it. Oof.

Right. This week is going to be an interesting one as I try to smooth out the balance between politics and activism, and the rest of my life. Writing and so on. wiresandlights is up, doing the roundups I was doing here previously, as well as a few other things. We could use some more great minds to do some heavy lifting, if y'all want to join and help out! Please let us know where your strengths are and what you see yourself doing, if you want to join. Otherwise, feel free to just watch and follow along, and comment in on the discussions.

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Still have Sons of Anarchy Tig-fic running through my head. Still not quite sure why. Except, Kim Coates. I still like him. Even if Tig makes my skin crawl. All of it.

wiresandlights really needs your help. Pimp the comm, have a look, see if you want to do something for it. Give a shout out to people who might be interested. Please? We can't do it alone, you guys. There's a new link roundup there, all your union-busting shenanigans for the Midwest. If nothing else, please let me know where I should be pimping it because we could really use the help.

Tired. Today started out as a light day and then everything piled on top of itself and suddenly I'm running around doing twenty different things at once. And it's hot out. And I want to go home. Which, it's time to go home, but we have to stop at the drugstore first and I just want to go home. And then I go walking for a bit before I can sit down and have dinner. Whine. Moan. Complain some more. And I wanted to get in some whistle practice and I didn't. Moo. Well, and tonight, worldbuilding and Japanese and guitar. There will probably be a link roundup but god, right now it's back to feeling like we're shouting in a vacuum. Only there are more of us shouting. Not sure what that means.

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I will not make a vodka float. I will not make a vodka float. I will not make a vodka float. We will get help for wiresandlights, it will not die a horrible fiery death, I do not need to Jack Sparrow all the rum. But oh my god I am tired. Still overdosing on Sons of Anarchy too, oi, I think my Kim Coates obsession is creeping up on my Bruce Boxleitner obsession.

... which is not a mental image I needed because now I'm thinking of a guy who looks like this and acts like Nameless only slightly more sexually uncouth sneaking up on Bruce Boxleitner. Ew.

So tired. So cranky. Want more hours in the day or something. At least I'm roughly getting everything done. Writing should happen soon, and maybe something will happen that way, editing will damn well happen soon or I will eat someone, and not in the fun way. Gondor called for aid, and it was really hilarious. There was a thing on the Cameroon Death Fog, the existence of which I had not known before and which was actually kind of scary. And, um. Stuff. No, I'm going to go write now and stop babbling at you all. I'm tired. And not on a horse.