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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

Necessary venting

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.


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!