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Jul. 11th, 2012

My brother's visiting for a week so my online time is severely limited, and I'm missing it like whoa! On the other hand, it's so nice to have him here. We've walked about 20 zillion miles in the past 24 hours and eaten I don't know how many tons of Indian food. My family can do some serious damage to a buffet.

AND he brought me three bags of bite-size Heath bars. Best. Brother. Ever.

I sent him out wandering while I chatted on the phone with a potential client (cross your fingers for me, people, I need him to buy!) and when he gets back tonight we're cooking at home, because he wants to learn to make my bread, and watching Jekyll. I'm kind of boggling that we went from trying to kill each other as kids to this kind of domestic relationship now. It's nice, but a bit unnerving.

We're off to Montréal tomorrow, via Mont-Tremblant - I'm quite looking forward to that - and then spending the weekend at the farm my Summer Palace, where I was last week (and where my kittens still are, because the Ex is evil and refuses to give them back I didn't want to leave them alone during our trip. They like the farm. A lot. Too much, in fact. Behold, the evolution of Timid Cat into Intrepid Wilderness Explorer:

Jan. 13th, 2010

The paradox of Ted Olson

My brother just sent me his interesting argument, The Conservative Case for Gay Marriage. I disagree with the basic assumption that equality is a bedrock of conservative values -- in fact, social and economic hierarchies are a pretty essential requirement for modern conservatism -- but it's still fairly awesome to see a right-winger arguing against Proposition 8.

In more idiotic conservative news, I just talked to my dad, who insists that the horribly severe winter we're all being hit by is evidence that global warming is a myth cooked up by the pinko liberal media. Love the man, but sometimes he does make me want to send him out on an ice floe...

Aug. 26th, 2009


Well, I'm back. And... well, to tell you the truth, I'm hesitant to update my journal because every time I do, something awful happens.

Soon I hope to have a happier post. In the meantime, please forgive me for not keeping up with you all. I promise I will try to do better.

Aug. 14th, 2009

Money tickets passport

OK, I'm headed out to the airport. My brother got to Dad's last night; he called this morning to say there's a Schlotsky's in town now. And yes, this does warrant a long distance call -- it'll be one of the highlights of the trip I'm sure. Hopefully after gorging ourselves, we can pass out without having to talk politics or religion with anybody.

Assuming I don't kill anyone, I'll see you next week. Have a great weekend!

Aug. 6th, 2009

Thanks, dad, really

So what do you do when you get a call from your dad at midnight and he says, "I forgot to tell you when your brother made plans a few weeks ago that he'll be here next weekend, and it sure would be nice if you could come too", and when you hesitate because one week's notice means you'll get crucified on plane tickets, and ask why didn't he mention it a month ago, he says, "We probably won't have too many more chances to all be together like this..."?


That's right, you shell out $800 to go to South Carolina. SOUTH CAROLINA! I could go to EUROPE for that much money!

Families. Can't live with them, can't change your name and hide out forever.

Feb. 25th, 2009


You know, I really do have the absolute best friends in the world!! It's easy to forget about stupid bigots when you discover that [info]sarcasticchick has caved and written Bradley/Colin fic (A Ridiculous Plan) just to cheer you! And believe me, it did! This story is so delightful!!! It's all part of a plan, see, which should have been a good plan (one I quite approve of) except that it was Colin's and there was tequila, and so of course things don't go to plan. And like the summary says, He was Bradley-fucking-James; he didn't understand the meaning of the word coward. God, I adore these boys so much, especially when they're being competitive and taunting each other. Read!!

Also, tonight I talked Dad into going to Jason's Deli for their fresh salad bar (I wonder what the shock will do to his system) and I bought a little drum kit for my nephew's second birthday. Because what's the point in being an auntie if you can't encourage noise-making tendencies?

Feb. 24th, 2009

Oi! This hurts!

OMG [info]leda_speaks, I have so much sympathy for you and your dial-up connection right now. On Dad's computer, it took 45 minutes to d/l the 7.1MB Firefox installation (which was essential because his version of Netscape wouldn't even work with gmail). And I've now been waiting 21 minutes for [info]aelora's gorgeous Merlin picspam to load. Fortunately this bit of loveliness did manage to load completely:

Yes, staring at this picture is calming me, making me forget these other pressing questions:

* How many gospel/religious stations does a town the size of Greenville, SC need?
* Why do they keep talking about "President Bush" on the local news? Did they not get the memo?
* How much grease can I consume before I explode? And how does my dad survive entirely on Bojangles fried chicken, Taco Bell nachos, and jello?
* How can I get out of going to prayer meeting with my dad tomorrow? And how many people will be sacrificed if I do go?
* Can I survive until Thursday?

Thank you so much for commenting on yesterday's post re: the friending meme. I'm going to do it on Saturday when I get back -- I don't want it happening without me! Now I'm giving up on the Internet. I went a little crazy at Walgreen's today with smelly stuff so I'm thinking a facial masque to remove the grease and maybe even a manicure. Look at me being a girl!

Feb. 6th, 2009

Good stuff, good mood

I'm playing dutiful daughter: I booked a flight to visit my dad in S. Carolina later this month. For 6 days. *whimper* Still, anything to keep him from coming up to stay with me. That's just a Very Bad Idea.

However! The fabulous [info]sdk lives down thataway! SQUEEE! We are (well, she is, really) already planning my birthday escape! I cannot wait for our meet up! *bounces with giddy glee*

Also very cool (tho to a much lesser degree than meeting Shelly): I got these boots for $14! Well, $114, really, $100 is from an Amazon.com certificate from my boss that doesn't work on Amazon.ca. Since I'm going to the U.S. I'll just pick them up down there! (And just in time, too: my old hiking boots are falling to pieces. Still, I bought them in 1997 and have worn them almost constantly, so I've definitely gotten my money's worth.)

More glee: Winterlude starts tomorrow! Sadly, it's supposed to get up to 7C and rain on Saturday. Yuck. I'll still try to run by and get some pictures of tomorrow's ice sculptures, tho, before they're washed away. (My pics from 2007 and 2008 are here if you want to see--the sculptors are amazing!) There are a lot of good bands this year too, including Ariane Moffatt. (Watch her awesome video for Réverbère and then go write femslash, I know you'll want to. Even if it is kinda Stepford-femslash.) Colin James is playing too tomorrow night; I'm trying to decide if he's overrated and soulless or genuinely talented. Maybe seeing him in person will help.

Today was the most balanced day that I think I've had in at least two months. Since the crush ended, I've really just felt like a slug. But today I got some work done but didn't feel overworked, I tidied up the house but didn't feel like it was an overwhelming job, and I got some writing done that flowed well and didn't feel like pulling teeth. However:

Dear Bradley!muse,

You lured me into RPF with your false promises of quick and dirty porn and now you're angsting. I do not have time for this! I'll give you one more day to have sex with Colin; otherwise I'm writing in a poisonous spider who will bite you and you will die, the end.


Dec. 28th, 2008

Bathtubs, generation gaps, and a year of writing

The Bathtub Gang met yesterday for another all-day soak: a marathon viewing of the original Queer As Folk, followed by chatting and squeeing and general loveliness. What a great way to spend the holiday!

Of course, the fun we had was inversely proportional to the agony of trying to explain to my father how I'd spent my day yesterday. "See, we have a chatroom..." "A what?" "And I'm there with people from New Zealand and Georgia and Illinois..." "And they come up to Canada?" "No, Dad, it's online." "Over the phone?" *headdesks* I quickly gave up and we reverted to our standard talk of the weather. "Is there still snow up there?" "Yes, Dad, it's winter in Canada, there's still snow..."

That writing meme
I was so jealous of the people who'd written enough last year to warrant doing this meme. I'd written about two stories then, didn't seem much point.

Dec. 21st, 2008

Solstice Greetings

I've looked far and wide for a solstice picture, but couldn't find one that I like as much as Hadley Hooper's print that I used last year. So you're getting it again, with the warmest wishes for the changing season.

The holiday season is chugging relentlessly by. I don't celebrate myself (although I do gratefully take off Xmas day) but I do see all my friends, online and off, work themselves into a frenzy. I hope that amidst all the craziness you can find yourself some peace (or more of the frenzy, if that's what rocks your boat).

Dec. 8th, 2008

Sunday stuff

So this is kind of cool: my cousin who I haven't heard from in nearly 15 years found me through my company's website and left a message. We played phone tag a bit, and he finally caught up with me tonight -- and we spent over an hour on the phone. He's raising alpacas and angora sheep (!!!), his new wife is a spinner and weaver, and his daughter (who was a kidlet when I saw her last) is graduated from college and working on an organic farm in Argentina. Why haven't I kept up with him?!

Well, I do know, I'm shite at keeping up with RL people in my life. In fandom I'll spam you 20 times a day and love every minute of it, but talking (especially on the phone, I hate phones!) about family and children and blah blah blah ... I'd rather have Sylar feast on my brains.

But tonight? Tonight was fun.

I'll leave you with a laugh from AfterElton: How to code Dumbledore queer. My favourite: Patronus spitting image of porn superstar Jeff Stryker.

Nov. 27th, 2008

Family TMI

Do you ever have one of those "Aha!" moments, years later than you should have, where suddenly you realise something you should've noticed right away? I just had one about my brother. I was wrapping my dad's xmas present and I thought back to about 3 years ago, when I drove down to NYC to help my brother move. He was breaking up (again) from Queen Bitch, he was headed to Atlanta and she to her mother's in Miami. But while she was out with her friends on the few days before they left, he was carefully packing up all her books and clothes and things, boxing them and wrapping them in brown paper so that he and I could take them to the post office to mail for her. As he made the sharpest creases in the paper and wrote her mother's address in perfect block capitals, I was so confused about why he'd take so much care with them (I'm more of the "burn the ex's things" type myself), but this morning I got it: he wanted her to get them, to see how much of himself he'd put into this simple packing, to think about him and possibly regret their breaking up. And I can't believe I didn't see that before.

(Unfortunately, it worked. He and Queen Bitch got back together for a weekend, had one of those complete lapses of judgment that resulted in unprotected sex and my nephew, and now he's miserable in Miami.)

I'm not sure why I'm sharing all this, it's definitely one of those TMI posts. And I'm just marveling at my sheer obliviousness.

Nov. 8th, 2008


I just got off the phone with Dad ... our first chat since the election, and I'd been dreading it. I knew he'd be upset that Sarah "Shopping Spree" Palin lost -- she was "a breath of fresh air" according to his hillbilly church elders -- and now he's panicked that Obama's going to "redistribute the wealth" and tax his savings. He's a retired schoolteacher! Exactly what wealth does he have to redistribute? I tried explaining that Obama and McCain's voting records aren't actually that far apart, that Obama believes in the free market, and the basic fact that he has no wealth to redistribute but it's hopeless.

For this degree of teeth gnashing, there's only one solution: A BEVY OF PANDA BEARS!

Oct. 27th, 2008

Catch-up post

I had such a good weekend, although I could definitely have used another day of it since I didn't get through nearly all the things I wanted to do. But I did plenty of other things that I wanted to do, so it balances out, I think.

I had a lovely yesterday with [info]paraka who suggested going to the Museum of Nature. Seeing as I live a block from it and had never been (not a fan of taxidermy), I agreed. It's a really neat museum, and that's even without the renovations that have been going on since I first moved here. The dinosaurs were my favourite, of course, but I have to admit the assortment of birds was really impressive. There was also an artist's work exhibited there who did beautiful impressionist-style nature scenes in those wonderfully dark, rich Emily Carr-style colours.

Then we came back to my place (I had houseguests! shock!) and talked for hours. I even got her to watch enough Alles Was Zählt to admit that Dennis Grabosch really was adorable. *glees* And we watched and bitched about the latest SGA because really, how disappointing was that? And such a promising premise--it could have been so good!

I also got into the kitchen this weekend and made homemade applesauce, which I think was one of the most delicious things I've ever cooked! Definitely high on the ease vs. tastiness scale anyway! I used this recipe without the white sugar--it really didn't need it, although it was more tart than store-bought applesauce. I liked it that way, tho. I *really* liked it that way, and I'm tempted to go buy a bunch more apples just so I can squash them too.

I caught up with the fam this weekend too, finally talked to my brother whose been MIA for weeks now. He sounded pretty good, which makes me suspect he's in one of his manic phases, but it didn't seem as extreme as it usually is. I just hope his crash isn't as hard. And dad, what a doofus--he told me that years ago my Grandma had left him and Mom a small parcel of an oil rig in Texas, and somebody just contacted him and offered to buy it off him. It's not a lot of money--it's not a big percentage of the rig--but he's not going to sell it because he likes calling himself a Texas oilman. *rolls eyes*

I managed my two weekly drabbles for [info]draco100 and [info]harry100 (although one was technically late). I've got to start writing more. Too many plot bunnies, not enough time/energy. But I did sign up for wrisomifu again this year to help me kill off some of these bunnies. Is anybody else doing it this year?

Today's back to the old grind. But I did get back to my walking, after taking the weekend off. Just did my jaunt up to the Hill--I think the mounties up there are starting to recognise me. Should I be worried?

Jul. 20th, 2008

Messing About

So [info]sarcastic_jo and I were discussing Joss Whedon's fondness for sharp metal objects in the gut. It must be his preferred mode of death -- he's chalked up quite an impressive list of casualties: Stomach wound, anyone? )

Yes, that was the burning question of the day. Today started slow and ended slower. I've had a blissfully useless day: playing with my critters, reading some fic, learning what "flangst" is. (I've encountered it obviously -- I read Drarry after all -- I just had no idea it had a name.)

I also played around a bit on Ravelry too. What a cool site, I've already seen about a zillion projects I want to try! I'm "lilithilien" there if anybody wants to friend me.

Oh, had a funny conversation with my dad too, who told me that he spent all day Friday changing banks because his bank's started charging a service fee. And that's fine, service fees are annoying. But Dad drove around in person, visiting every bank in Greenville until he found one that he liked. All to save $5/month. (And I thought I was cheap!) I said, "Dad, why didn't you just call around and save on gas?" Long pause, then he chuckled and said, "You know, I just didn't think to do that." (This is the man who, the last time he had to fly somewhere, went up to the airport counter on the day he wanted to leave, like it was a big bus in the sky.) I swear, sometimes I wonder how the man's lasted for 82 years.


Here's today's happy place...

I wonder if the kitty played with his hair. If you were a kitty, could you resist?

Feb. 8th, 2008

Honey, I'm home!

Man, I have missed you all like CRAZY! *cuddles each and every one of you*

I actually got back yesterday, but needed time to recover. Phew, what a trip this was! Eight flights in thirteen days, far too much time spent with my father (and no means of escape through his dial-up connection), and a very enjoyable time with my brother and some old Texas buddies -- and now I'm ecstatic to be home.

I got a wonderful surprise while I was away: one of my stories won a MOME Award. I was absolutely giddy -- it's the first time I've ever won anything like this before:

I know that [info]sweetsorcery also won an award -- congratulations, sweetie!

Of course, getting this news provoked an incident, as everything around my father does. I showed my brother the email from MOME -- he knows I write slash -- and excited, he told his partner. Well, my dad overheard. Then he wanted to see it. I muttered something about how it wasn't online anymore and I didn't have a copy, and he got all huffy. I came this close to saying, "Fine, here's my gay porn, Dad." Of course I know this is just him being proud of me, but in that house I revert to teenage self. And this came right just after his diatribe on how global warming has been proven wrong and everything Al Gore's ever said is a lie, so I dropped about 30 years off my mental age, rolled my eyes, and stormed outside to steal a cigarette from my brother.

One thing about families, they do make you feel young!

However, I did get to play with my nephew, who's now crawling at light speed but hasn't yet figured out how not to lead with his head when he falls. And my brother and I escaped to see the Asylum Street Spankers (they played in Asheville -- I love Asheville!) -- another thing that made me feel young, like I was reliving my Austin days. They have a hilarious new song, "My Baby's in the C.I.A.", that you can stream here (or download here). Absolutely brilliant!

Oh, and I have a sunburn and a bag of lovely shells as souvenirs from a great day at the beach.

Today there are no palm trees, and if there were they'd be snow covered, but I am very happy to be back, surrounded by my animals and my wonderful online world. I've also got TV to catch up on (TORCHWOOD! SGA!) and I'm gearing up to work on my story that's been sadly neglected -- I just can't think smutty thoughts with Faux News blaring in the next room!

Jan. 25th, 2008


I'm off to spend two weeks with Dad. Not that I'm anxious or anything, but this will be the longest we've spent together since I left home at 18. For some reason I feel like I'm going into some kind of extreme challenge: Only one will be left standing.

Have fun while I'm away!


Jan. 7th, 2008

Guilt ... and TW excitement!

I feel like the rottenest daughter in the world right now. I just made reservations to visit my dad later this month, and when I called to tell him, he said, "Do you want to go to bible study with me on Sunday?" Now, my dad goes to one of these little offshoot churches that left the Southern Baptists because they'd gotten too liberal. As an atheist, I'd feel like enough of a hypocrite going to any kind of church; going to this one would be much, much worse. (I've met a few people from there. Nicest people in the world until they open their mouths and offensiveness just rolls out. The pastor gave me a long lecture on how you shouldn't help people up when they fall down because they'll sue you; another guy who's a deacon lectured me on how Canada's where faggots get married.) So I told Dad no, I wouldn't go with him, and he sounded so disappointed.

Maybe I should just suck it up and go ... but I also feel like he should respect my beliefs and not put me in that position. I'm always on my best behaviour when I talk to his friends, biting my tongue because I don't want to embarrass dad, but I think church would just be too much to handle.

Still, I feel pretty rotten about it.


Cheered up just a bit now after watching the first few minutes of Torchwood. Massive spoilers!

And then there's this interview with Gareth David-Lloyd where he not only flaunts that babyface and leather cuff (and OMG look at the size of his gorilla hands!) but says thing like [Jack and Ianto] work together a lot more, you see them on their own a lot more, because Ianto's always the last one to leave the Hub, and Jack lives in the Hub, so you see a lot of their conversation at the end of the day, and you get much more of a sense of the way their working relationship blurs with their personal relationship and There's a lovely scene I did with John in the first episode that was slightly different from any of the things we've had in Torchwood before--we're having a conversation and we're having a different conversation underneath, it was a whole scene in subtext.


Big thanks to [info]sarcastic_jo for both of those!

Dec. 16th, 2007

So much stuff

I've been dismal at keeping in touch with the flist this week, so I do apologise. I've spent most of the week trying to catch up on work I missed while I was away. (Someday I'll have a real vacation, not one where everything needs to be crammed into the days after I come back. I suspect a month off would do it. A month off, wouldn't that be dreamy?)

Nonetheless, I wouldn't have traded last weekend for the world. I decided it'd be a good idea to recap a bit of it -- I had some good times I want to remember and a few pictures to share with y'all. Holly came from Miami FLA )

Came back to work work and more work, but still, it's been a pretty good week. Yesterday I received some amazing news -- one of my stories was nominated for a Men of Middle Earth Award in their "classics" category. I'm gobsmacked! Not only is this my first nomination ever, but it's for the very first fanfic I ever wrote. And yes, the story's entirely predictable with hideous clichés, but still! Giddy!

And I've made some tremendous headway with Architects of Memory and I just posted another exciting chapter. Woot! After so much buildup, it's finally all falling into place ... and hopefully avoids being predictable or clichéd. *hopes*

I've also found a new knitting project: the storm water shawl. Some day soon this will be draped over ME! I'll have to go buy some yarn first though, and I'm not headed anywhere for awhile. It's snowing now. Except it's not snowing so much as blizzarding in every direction at once. It's like those first few seconds in a snow globe when everything is swirling around too fast to see the figures inside. Hi, that would be me!

*waves frantically tho no one can see through the white*

Dec. 5th, 2007

Almost out the door

Things I've done today:

(1) Packed (twice, since my brother said it was 60 in Miami but when I've checked weather.com it says it'll be in the 80s all weekend).
(2) Sent the critters off to stay with the ex (who's probably plying them with treats to win their love right now).
(3) Printed off about a ream of fic to read on the plane (including Written by the Victors and The Price We Pay For Wings -- yes, I'll be a slobbering mess).
(4) Burned a ton of CDs for the brother (I need to show him there's more up here than Arcade Fire).
(5) Swapped out the Canadian bills in my wallet for greenbacks (they don't just look different -- they feel different, too!).
(6) Called the taxi to pick me up at 4:30 am (*headdesks*).

This time tomorrow, I'll be slurping down my third mojito and drooling over the beautiful boys of Miami Beach, far far away from the snow!

Y'all be good while I'm gone. I'll miss each and every one of you!!

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