|Monday, December 5th, 2011|
|Happy Holiday's Fic Give Away!
It's the holidays and everyone deserves some cheer.
So here will be my own small contribution inspired by faithburke
Give me a prompt and I will try to write 200 words or more.
For the prompt please include the fandom/crossover of two fandoms as well as a word, phrase, or pairing and I will write a fic just for you!
Fandoms I am familar with in no particular order:
Smallville (early seasons)
Stargate & Stargate Atlantis
Fast & Furious
The Big Bang Theory
Bones Current Mood: creative
|Sunday, November 27th, 2011|
|Tuesday, November 15th, 2011|
|Vampire Diaries + Zoolander
I came home tonight to find my mom watching Vampire Diaries on hulu.
Asking her what she thought, she responded "The brother vampires are cute in that Zoolander, how much product can we get in our hair, sort of way..."
Mostly she was disturbed to learn everyone was still supposed to be in high school. Her exact words were "Oh come on, the last time any of these actors set foot in a high school was when they dropped their kids off this morning..."
While being 31 and living with my mom kills my street cred... moments like this make up for it. Current Mood: silly
|Sunday, October 30th, 2011|
I haven’t posted in over a year because my computer died. :::Insert sad song here
I’ve been using my mom’s computer for homework and other necessities.
You don’t know awkward until you surf OK Cupid profiles with your mom making snarky comments from the chair next to you.
“She seems nice, but a little high maintenance for you. I mean look at her, she’s in full make up and you haven’t shaved your legs in at least 3 weeks….
” “He’s cute, but black and Christian. His family would never accept you, think of the children…” “Really? I know you like them nerdy, but that guy has repressed homosexual serial killer written all over him. He probably has his mother’s mummified body in his bedroom…”
My mom lost her job in February 2010. I moved home to help cover the bills while she looked for work. Nothing gives you more street cred than living with your mom in your 30’s. It’s great for the love life too, “We can go back to my place, but if we make any noise my mom will totally make fun of us over breakfast. Last time she had score cards set out like it was the Olympics. That Russian judge is brutal…”
I can’t really complain. Things are going well. Work is crazy busy due to a promotion I received in the spring. When they put me on salary, they really should have just rolled a cot and hot plate into my cubical.
This semester I’m taking Differential Equations and Calculus III. My brain is mush. That AA degree is finally in reach. A couple more semesters and I’ll finally have a degree to show for it all! WOOT!
Also, I will be forever broke because I bought a Kindle at the same time I bought my new lap top. The best thing about the Kindle is having thousands of books available for download with a single click. The bad thing is I’ve downloaded a ton of porn and mysteries. Nothing says “well rounded” like a ton of paranormal romance/erotica mixed with noir detective murder mysteries. Now the “Recommended for You” section on Amazon is just embarrassing: “Snow White and the Seven Studs
”, “His Primal Fire
”, and “Hollywood Murder Stories
”. Maybe I should pick up some Austin, Steinbeck, and Shakespeare to class up the recommendations.
Hope you guys are all doing well! Can’t wait to catch up!
|Wednesday, September 29th, 2010|
|Let Me Imagine Better Worlds
For my birthday, I have written a Supernatural fic. Title:
Let Me Imagine Better WorldsFandom:
Lisa/Dean, implied Sam/DeanRating:
Lisa knew the moment she saw Sam.Notes:
Title comes from Jack Veasey's poem "Altar Devotion"Word Count:
( Lisa knew.Collapse )
Current Mood: accomplished
So today I am 30.
I expected to be really freaked out about that, but not so much.
Sure, life is not what I thought it would be when I was 10:
1) I've not been crowned queen of any country.
2) I don't run my own high powered law firm.
3) I haven't won the Nobel Prize.
4) I'm not married and I don't have any kids.
On the other hand, my dreams at 10 were kind of short sighted.
The good news is:
1) I don't have an entire country of people expecting me to represent them and make their lives better.
2) I don't have to deal with lawyers, criminals, judges, or a metric ton of paperwork each day.
3) I haven't spent the last decade cooped up in a lab trying to work up the ladder in academic science's crazy publish or perish world.
4) I am free to do what I want when I want because no one is depending on me to clothe them, feed them, house them.
All in all 30 seems pretty awesome. I will keep working, keep attending school, and keep building this life one day at a time.
I really do need to go on a safari though. That is one dream from when I was 10 that I still think would be pretty fun. Current Mood: pleased
|Friday, September 24th, 2010|
|Wednesday, September 15th, 2010|
I think I have this stupid upper respiratory infection again.
I'm exhausted, my throat is sore, and I'm starting to cough again.
This makes the 3rd time in less than a year. Boo!
So yesterday I skipped my chemistry class and went home after work to take a hot shower and go to bed.
I was hoping that all that steam followed by 12 hours of sleep would allow my body to kick this stupid infection's butt before I actually get really sick again. (Last time I missed 3 days from work because of how sick it made me.)
What I did not count on was the palmetto bug that wanted to share my shower.
For those of you that don't live in the Southeast USA, a palmetto bug is like a GIANT cockroach that can fly.
So there I am, naked, wet, sick, vulnerable - I've just finished rinsing the shampoo from my hair when I accidently brush against the shower curtain. That's when this shadow on the other side of the curtain runs up to the top and suddenly this huge palmetto bug is waving his antennas at me from the top of the shower curtain.
The advantage to not living alone, is sometimes you can convice someone else to kill the bug that just sent you screaming from the shower. The disadvantage is that they can then mock you for being terrified of a bug for the rest of the evening. Current Mood: exhausted
|Thursday, September 2nd, 2010|
To my lj friends who are concerned about the new cross posting feature - I have dreamwidth codes.
Leave a comment and I'll be happy to send one your way.
I have screened the comments so no one will see your email address.
I will continue to use both LJ and Dreamwidth. Current Mood: thirsty
|Wednesday, September 1st, 2010|
I love Supernatural.
Seriously, it is my current favorite show. I love it even more than Leverage.
I love Supernatural Fanfic:
I'm a huge Dean/Sam fan.
I will also read Dean/Castiel, Dean/John, heck even Dean/Ellen.
But when it comes right down to it, I can't shake the feeling that if Sam suddenly kissed Dean - Dean would punch him in the mouth.
It doesn't stop me from reading tons of insanely hot wincest fics. But it is my block whenever I try to write one.
Does anyone else have this problem? Current Mood: curious
|Friday, August 13th, 2010|
|Being Fat = Neglect
No Seattle for me, at least not for 6 months to a year.
Because apparently being fat means it was ok for my primary care physician (hereafter referred to as Dr. Dingbat) to ignore my health issues for 5 years.
WARNING! Here Begins the TMI:
( TMI - You"ve been WarnedCollapse )
Current Mood: aggravated
|Monday, August 2nd, 2010|
|This way to Emerald City...
I put in my two week notice at work today.
My last day will be August 13th.
On August 14th I will pack my car and bid fare-thee-well to the sunshine state.
Then the adventure begins.
Interstates and highways will blend together. An entire nation will disappear beneath my tires. Dotted and solid lines will expand to create my own yellow brick road.
I'm trading the wizard a home and friends with more than 20 years of history in exchange for adventure and a new life in Seattle.
The butterflies in my stomach let me know I'm already free-falling - so watch me dive!
I don't know what is waiting for me on the other coast. I've a patchwork quilt of stories and ideas: giant trees, green ferns, artists, coffee, rain, sea and skyscrapers, foodies and techies, a jumble of nature and concrete...
This is going to be awesome! Current Mood: excited
|Friday, May 14th, 2010|
|Weather Forecast: Sunny with a chance for Flames
I’ve waited a week really thinking about if I should post this.
I’ve spent that time reading the links on rape culture, watching people share deeply personal and traumatic stories about survival and coping with the long-lasting effects, and of course reading all the archived and screen printed posts about what happened at Winncon 2008.
What tipped me over to the side of making this post was watching what happened to harmonyfb
when she stated “If you are in a situation that makes you uncomfortable – you need to speak up and/or remove yourself.” ( Cut for being really longCollapse )
The comments are open. Feel free to agree, disagree, discuss, or ignore as you see fit. Current Mood: contemplative
|Saturday, April 24th, 2010|
Where's my Supernatural?
You best cough it up by the time I return from my Chemistry class. Current Mood: annoyed
|Monday, January 25th, 2010|
|Moving = Teh Suck!
How did I aquire so much stuff? Seriously!
I am in the process of moving (not far, just a couple of miles) but it seems the sheer volume of stuff I have now compared to when I moved in 3 years ago has quadrupled.
At this point I wish I lived in a house rather than an apartment because I could put the furnature on the front lawn with a sign that says "Free - please take".
Instead the poor folks at Goodwill are going to be sick of seeing me.
Not to mention my local library which is about to inherit a TON of urban fantasy, horror, and smutty romance novels.
Plus, there is all the stuff going into the trash. I'm so sore already from going up and down the steps I'm starting to consider hiring someone just to haul trash from my door to the dumpster.
What is the going rate for manual labor like that? Do you think $50 and a six pack of beer would cover it? Or is that an exploitive wage?
Alright, I'm getting off the computer and getting back to packing. In my next life, I want to be a princess so I have other people to do this sort of thing for me. I know that makes me imperialistic and deeply flawed, but I don't care right at this moment. Current Mood: sore
|Wednesday, January 6th, 2010|
I totally stole this from John Roger's blog: kfmonkey.blogspot.com
, but it so perfectly describes my feelings about 2009 that I had to share. 2009 was a bitch of a year. Some years you send off, waving fondly. The year 2009 ... I've got the image of myself and four friends, bloody knuckles and splintered shovels, standing over a shallow grave at a crossroads at midnight. "We will never speak of this again," says Old Pete, and we drink to it.
Thank GODS it's 2010! Current Mood: hopeful
|Friday, January 1st, 2010|
|Happy New Year! Welcome 2010!
My first actions of 2010?
I called my mom & brother to tell them that I love them.
Then I entered my home carrying a bag with bread and money.
Here's to 2010, a year briming with love, vitality, and prosperity!
May we all be so blessed! Current Mood: refreshed
|Monday, December 21st, 2009|
|The darkest evening of the year...
Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening Current Mood: happy
By Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village through;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep.
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
It's the darkest night of the year.
May your home be filled with the warmth, comfort, and light that keeps the darkness and cold from your door.
As the Sun returns, may it bring you and those you love joy, laughter, and prosperity.
|Thursday, December 17th, 2009|
I have come to a conclusion:
Panera's Mac & Cheese sauce is not made with Vermont white cheddar. Rather it is some super addictive concoction of crack and cream.
So if you see me on the side of the road wearing fishnets and holding a sign that says "Will work for Panera Gift Card" you will know how my tragic story began.