->Arrow

A weird question for my flist:

when you were a kid, did you have a recurring nightmare? if so, what was it?

I had one that was the usual monster-somewhere-in-the-house-coming-to-get-me, but whenever I had a fever and was delirious I had another that was very hard to quantify. It came in various forms but the theme was the same. there was some gigantic piece of machinery, ponderously heavy, made of wooden cogs and levers and chains, and if I touched the wheel the machine would creak into motion and I knew I was destined to be chained to it forever keeping it moving. Or a giant pyramid of stone was suspended above me and I was holding it up but knew it would crush me eventually.

Something about responsibility, or adulthood, but there was also a sense of my insignificance in the giant scheme of things.

What about you, oh my flist?

hey guys:

I'm back from lovely Toronto, land of the loonie. Discovered my life had sort of fallen apart in my absence, but I'm finally getting a handle on it.

In that spirit, I'm starting a new meme:

DO meme
Pick *one thing* that drives you nuts EVERY SINGLE DAY, and fix it. (tell us what and how)

For me, that one thing is my shoelaces. They are constantly coming untied and getting stuck in my pedals. So, I am swapping them out today for cotton ones that aren't all slippery and always losing their knots.

In other news, at the con, during secretlybronte's writing party, I started working on the long-promised sequel to A Small Mercy (the one where Victoria goes NUTS on Fraser's ass) and it is now COMPLETE and in beta with the lovely and talented nos4a2no9. Warning: it takes a *long time* to fix boys when you break them badly, so be prepared for 39 pages and 15K wds of mostly fucked up smut and angst. Coming your way in the near future.

It's all Nos' fault.

my birthday round up report is on hold because I'm still hip deep in the nightmare landscape of music CD wrangling. but I am grateful to all of you, my friends online, who made up for the lack of any particular festiveness on the day in question. I have to garnish? gather? heap praise on the kind people who made me such lovely presents, and will do so tomorrow. hopefully. but right now my life is fubared beyond belief.

ahem. What I Have Learned In the Past Month

(I already knew this.)

if you want something done right, you have to kick everyone in the head and then run away and do it yourself. I have finally done so.

( Today I fucking re-mastered the album myself. )

so after much ridiculous labor over the past three months, my duo's finally finished mixing the album we recorded a while back.

eee! we're out of the studio! now on to mastering and then finalizing artwork and crap, it's not really done yet, but we're a damned sight closer.

so now you know why I've been a little disappeared lately. :)

Suggested by nos4a2no9, here are:

8 Truths and 2 Lies About Arrow00

Guess which are the lies and which are true and the first two who do win a story (if they want it) in either of my fandoms. I write in due South and Sentinel.

1. Arrow went to an all-girls' school where in her first week she got into an altercation with Heidi Glickbarg, who called her "a carpenter's dream".
   
2. Arrow's older brother once glued her eyelid shut.
   
3. Arrow writes poetry.
   
4. Arrow is afraid of horses.
   
5. Arrow doesn't own a dress.
   
6. Arrow wore black to her brother's wedding.
   
7. Arrow has a medical condition that causes her left hand to tingle and sometimes itch uncontrollably.
   
8. Arrow went sky-diving to get over her fear of heights.
   
9. Arrow won second place at a Kodenkan Jiu-jitsu Rondori tournament.
   
10. Arrow plays the flute.
    

Aii! First of all, the power is out for about a twenty block radius. I had to call a friend to borrow a cup of her dial-up connection.

Yes. You heard me right: I'm on DIAL-UP. GAH! PTOOEY! This is a freakin' nightmare. And don't talk to me about how spoiled I am because LA LA LA I have been there, baby. I had a 1200 baud modem in 1991 when I got my first email address, and I eagerly bought every other modemspeed in between, bravely downloading usenet newsgroup porn one sticky byte at a time, so I have paid my geekly dues, and this? This still sucks.

--NO CARRIER--

Herm. I only have 1:57 mins remaining on my laptop battery. Unfortunate, when you are painfully verbose as am I. If this goes on I might have to write pr0n by applying PEN to PAPER, a chill-inducing concept, I must say. (You haven't seen my handwriting.)

However, as if to cheer me, all prophetical-like, someone fabulous has anonymously gifted me with a fantastic piece of F/K pr0n starring Ray and Fraser just like I love 'em.

Cookies and milk and hotsweet pr0n. How did whoever-it-is know that was how I planned to spend V-day?
::smooches her generous benefactor:: I don't know who she is, but she is some talented. That piece hits a lot of hot hot spots for me.

Finally, a big shout-out of familial agony to my sister in Hellenic misery--you know who you are. Remember, you and I have the same strength, the same fortitude, the same sheer, ball-bewilderingly stupid stubbornness that drove them up the mountain and drives us so insane when they do the nutty things they do. So, such nutterhood is in our future as well. It is our legacy.

Encouraging, ain't it?

A Scene In the Life

::waves hands frantically:: --> TMI warning.




[The scene: sitting on a bench outside Peet's Coffee. My friend Marilyn (with whom I tend to have very frank and raunchy conversations) is drinking decaf. I'm trying the sugar-free mocha (It's quite good btw.)]


Me: "...my last boy, though, I have to say wasn't very good with the cunnilingus. [pause] I mean it's not like I'm difficult or anything--"

A very cute guy comes around the corner just then. Marilyn and I hold our breath. Guy stops at the door and turns.

Guy: "Everyone likes to think that." He grins and goes into Peets.

[Beat of silence, then Marilyn and I crack the hell up. I mean we're howling.]

Marilyn: "Sometimes I just fucking love this town."

[The guy, btw, was gay. And I'm thinking--thank God, because a straight boy might have been too embarrassed to come up with such a great line.]

We sit and keep drinking. The Guy eventually comes out of Peet's with his coffee and leans near me when he passes.

Guy: "I'm sure you're very easy, honey."


::flail::

TESTING. TESTING. this is a test of my brand new voice recognition software.

i spent the day teaching this software how i talk. i read it stories until my throat was sore but apparently i didn't do such good job.

still, there is something amazing about watching words appear on the screen as i'm speaking. even if it makes mistakes that make me sound like i speak english as a second language. maybe i can hand right my stories and use this for dictation. ooh, look out, a homonym.

health update: my hand is somewhat better today in that it no longer feels like a block of cement.

it now feels like a block of throbbing cement.



P.S. could someone please write me some nice corn? make that pornography. (apparently, this software still has some learning to do.)