Entries tagged with rl

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turn the key and engine over

Hello all! I feel like it's been an age.

Another Porn Battle round has ended (but fortunately

salt_burn_porn is looking to start up.:) I managed to get three stories in the Battle which is less than I'd planned but more than I managed to finish any other round so I'm counting it as a win. They're already on AO3 since PB had a collection there but now that the round's over I'll start posting them here over the next few days. Two of them were for fandoms I'd never written before (and I admit, one was filling my own prompt because dammit, someone was Danny/Luke this round) and one was an SPN rarepair. So at least I'll manage to get something posted this month! /o\

Also,

mizz_destiny tagged me with the icon meme, so I'll post that tomorrow.

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All caught up on Once Upon A Time and I really want someone to write fic where Victor decides he's going to court Ruby like a Proper Victorian Gentleman and she's both boggled and kind of charmed by the whole thing. At least until she finally runs out of patience and deflowers him right there on one of the diner tables, because no one will convince me that guy knew the touch of anything except sweet black and white Science until he landed in Storybrooke.

I really need this in my life, guys.

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Today is my brilliant baby sister's 28th birthday. How the fuck did that happen? Jesus. *starts comparison pricing walkers*

Current Mood: discontent

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do not want,
rl

in the belly of the beast we turned into

I am having a day of EMOTIONS. And I'm at work so I can't even ~~whump on Cas~~ work on my DCSS to make myself feel better.

So, y'know. If anyone out there is sitting on picture of cute animals or general funny nonsense, I could use some of that right now.

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Christmas Cards!

I've decided to pretend to be an adult this year and send out Christmas/Holiday/What-Have-you cards this year.

If you'd like a card please comment with your info! (All comments are screened.)

*hugs*

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Election Day!

I voted! There wasn't as much of a line as I'd expected, but I went in the afternoon so I may have missed the morning crush.

Please, fellow US-people, vote today. No matter who you're voting for, although it will shock no one to know I voted for Obama - everything about Romney scares me, from the platform of his party to his terrifying social policies to his running mate's Randian economic plan. Especially fellow women out there, since it really wasn't that long ago that we couldn't. 1920 seems like ancient history, but I own movies made before the government deemed me capable of deciding who should be president. I knew my great-grandmother, who lived through getting the vote. I have more than one client who was born when their mother couldn't cast a ballot.

Less than 100 years ago Alice Paul was sent to a psychiatric ward and force fed in an attempt to break a hunger strike protesting being arrested for picketing the White House in a demonstration for women's suffrage. (When the US entered WWI those protests were deemed to embarrassing to let continue, leading to spectators being encouraged to abuse protesters while police looked on.)

In 1916 Inez Millholland collapsed while giving a speech for women's suffrage and died a month later. Her last words were "Mr. President, how long must women wait for liberty?"

In 1873 Susan B. Anthony was arrested for "knowingly, wrongfully, and unlawfully" voting for a member of Congress "without having a lawful right to vote,....the said Susan B. Anthony being then and there a person of the female sex." She fought most of her adult life for the vote and died in 1906 without ever being able to cast a ballot legally.

Women's suffrage only came after 70+ years of protests, arrests, hunger strikes, deaths and disappointment. Today not only did no one blink an eye when I went to vote, but the person who signed me in was also a woman. That is awesome.

Let's never take it for granted.

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do not want,
rl

You win this round, NATURE! shakes fist

So the power's still out but there doesn't seem to be any damage to the house and my car made it out with just a bent radio antenna, which is TREMENDOUS since a tree fell on it (the rescuing of my car is an awesome story I'll relate when I'm not typing my phone in my car.

*HUGS* to all!

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omgdeadlines,
rl

I defy you, Frankenstorm! shakes fist!

Managed to get in my

spn_reversebang draft in on time and without any power loss shenanigans! Victory! \o/ (

ammo, if you want a look at a really rough draft and see this before I email you first, just give me the word!)

This means I have now met all of my October deadlines! Double victory! (Technically, I still have a couple of scenes to write for one of my

polybigbangs, but I met the rough draft deadline.) Now of course come a whole new set of deadlines - three things due the first week of December! - but I have a little breathing room to finish the polybang and finish outline my

dc_dystopia.

Frankenstorm wise, my batteries have been purchased and the air conditioners are removed and the garbage cans are all in the basement, so I'm decently prepared. I'll do the whole fill the tub thing tonight just in case but my area is usually pretty good when it comes to storms. I haven't flooded during past few and didn't lose power for more than a few minutes during Irene, so let's hope that string of good luck holds. *crosses fingers* (I'm always more worried about something landing on my car during storms than anything else.)

How is everyone? Hatches all battened? What the hell was wrong with the Jets today? And who out there is going to write me Digg/Ollie fic from the new Arrow show? :BIG EYES:

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i has a happy,
rl

Weeee

Guys. Guys. My friends are awesome.

I walked into a surprise party and there was BBQ and cake and okay also they sang at me. Then there were presents! I got a Firefly Captain Tightpants shirt and a film noir DVD set and an awesome die cast sonic screwdriver that actually turns screws. And then we played Stupid Duel and Werewolves of Miller's Crossing and I got to be Sheriff Werewolf and totally won that first round (the secret to that game is to never elect the werewolf as sheriff.)

Also I had two giant glasses of Bailey's and am a wee bit tipsy, so I'm just gonna watch Futurama and write Clint and Steve being angsty at each other.

Everything is yay. *boom de yada boom de yada*

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SPN minutiae powers, activate!

About how old do we think Jo is supposed to be by "Abandon All Hope?" I realized today I've been mentally slotting her way too young (I basically did some mental math and went "No, self, you're being ridiculous.") Younger than Sam, I know, but Sam is around 26 by then so that's not too helpful. And I can't use actor age because Alona Tal is clearly playing younger.

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I (finally!) got my tax return today! *confetti* I'm letting myself have $25 to inject into my kindle but have to allocate the rest toward bills/upcoming holidays. Boo. I tire of this adulthood thing.

Current Mood: no lunch don't end

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Why no, I'm not looking forward to an afternoon of nonsense training, why do you ask?

Okay, if I can JUST GET THROUGH THE REST OF TODAY there will be:

1) AVENGERS! (Midnight showing, already have my ticket.)

2) Posting my

super_disney fic! (I've been sitting on and poking this story since FEBRUARY. That people are actually going to read it after all this time is frankly kind of surreal and terrfying.)

3)

dc_dystopia art previews tomorrow! (And claims Saturday!)

4) Three day weekend!

*watches clock*

AVENGERS!

ETA: Ooh. OOH. I know which one I want for Dystopia. (Art preview is up!) Mwahaha.

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meme,
rl

Not that I approve of this adulthood business, mind you

I was a beacon of responsible adulthood today. I sent in my

sncross_bigbang rough draft, moving me firmly to fourth level on the Big Bang OH GOD Anxiety Chart ("OH GOD my summary sucks and all the artists are going to point and laugh at me!" aka the Dodgeball Stage. For the record, my

spn_j2_bigbang is still on level 2, "OH GOD, there's no way I'm finishing by deadline!")

I put my taxes in the mail (yes, I waited until today. Yes, I am that person.) And I was on time for my doctor's appointment (nothing serious.)

ADULTHOOD!

There, enough of that now.

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I am super behind on this meme. I'll answer everyone, promise.

For

grasshopr_molly:

He held out his arm to let the nurse take his blood pressure and turned up the volume on the television. "...mysterious outbreak at the Serenity Valley Convalescent Home has authorities baffled tonight. A CDC representative has stated that victims died from diseases ranging from scarlet fever to syphilis despite hospital records indicating no instances of infection before....."

"Emily, have you heard about this?" He tried to make a point of remembering the nurses' names; the psychologist had told him that encountering different names might help him remember his own, even if he was getting used to responding to John. Emily was the day nurse, then Fatima came at night (she was better at drawing blood, although Emily was always so nice to him he would never mention it.) Reggie was the orderly and the doctor's last name was Clark, although she'd let him call her Melinda when he'd asked. She seemed to think he was a good sign that he could remember things like names, that his short term memory being unaffected improved the chances of the long term coming back.

"Make a fist, sweetie," she said, nodding when he followed the command. "And I did. Terrible thing. They're even saying it might be a terrorist attack."

"Do you really think so?"

"Oh, I don't know," she said, unwrapping the cuff from his arm and writing on his chart. "They say terrorism for everything nowadays."

He nodded again, sure she must be right about that, and focused back on the new report. "...are looking for help from the public identifying two victims who police are saying may actually be behind this attack. Anyone with information on these two men," and the screen filled with looping grainy security camera footage of two young men entering the home, "are encouraged to contact the authorities." Just before the screen looped around the shorter of the two looked directly into the camera, allowing a clear, split-second glimpse of the man's clenched jaw and narrowed green eyes.

John caught himself. The footage was black and white, he didn't understand why he'd assumed the man's eyes were green. "What happened to those two?" he asked, nodding at the screen.

The way Emily's eyes turned sad made him shiver. He didn't understand that either. "This is the last thing you should be filling your head with," she said, patting his shoulder.

"I like the news." The camera panned down the street of the doomed convalescent home in a wide sweep, showing makeshift memorials and parked cars, a red sports car and a maroon minivan and a long, black, older car parked at the end of the street....

...he leans his head back against the seat and breathes deep, taking in the scent of leather and sweat. He hears a soft chuckle and the weight on top of him shifts, lips nuzzling their way up the line of his jaw until he feels warm breath against his ear. "Told you I wouldn't let you die a virgin, Cas."

"John, sweetie, you feeling okay?"

The flash disappeared as quickly as it came. "I...yes," he said, staring down at his shaking hands. "I'm sorry. I think I'm tired today."

"You have a visitor," she said, her voice carefully casual as her worried eyes searched his face. "Do you think you feel up to that? We can always tell him to come back."

"Someone wants to see me?"

"Seems like. Now remember, the doctor said this might happen."

He nodded. "Yes. There were advertisements." It startled him how fast his heart was racing. "Someone knows who I am."

"Dr. Clark also said you shouldn't rush things."

"No. No, I'm fine. I want to see him."

She patted his shoulder again. "I'll send him in."

A few minutes later he looked up to see a tall, blond man standing in the doorway; the stranger was handsome but looked...unwell in a way that made John's skin crawl. "It is you," he said, relief clear in his voice. "Do you have any idea how long we've been looking for you?"

"No," he replied honestly. "Who are you?"

"You really don't remember?" Something about that seemed to amuse him. "I'm your brother. Your older brother."

"You are?" John said, feeling his brow furrow.

"That's right. The nurses told me you don't even remember your name." When he shook his head the man said, "It's Castiel. That ring any bells?"

He frowned, turning the name over in his mind. For an instant that strange memory was almost close enough to touch, but then just like before it was gone. "That's a peculiar name," he said instead. "I think I prefer John."

"Very peculiar," he murmured, almost like a private joke. "Come on, Castiel. It's about time we went home. We have a lot to catch up on."

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This is why I won't last till the 5th

Dear Brain,

It is completely counterproductive to come up with

dc_dystopia ideas NOW. That is not how Reverse Bangs work. Knock it off.

No love (as usual),
Me

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Already I've had to evade the icy hand of death twice today, once when a woman just completely cut around me to make an illegal turn (only to wind up in front of me at the same red light, because of course), and then later when I managed to almost choke myself to death on water.

*shakes fist* Your move, Grim Destroyer!

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*refreshes

sncross_bigbang looking for the draft submission post.*

*sighs*

*refreshes*

Current Mood: sad

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music,
rl

With somebody who loves me

By now everyone is in the world has heard about Whitney Houston's death yesterday at age 48 (I found out through twitter, as I find out all news), and I didn't expect to be reacting as emotionally as I am because I never really considered myself a fan. I think it's just that Whitney Houston's voice is on the soundtrack of my childhood; my grade school choir sang "Greatest Love of All" and "I Will Always Love You" was so omnipresent that I still know all the words even though I haven't listened to it in years. She was one of those great talents every hoped would pull herself up and be as bright and shining as she is in our memories. And she seemed to be getting there! There's a movie coming out in August! She was supposed to perform last night! It's just so sad.

There's something just so lonely and tragic about dying alone in a hotel room literally a floor away from people who adored her.

Goodbye, Whitney. You made the world more beautiful.

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rl,
writing's hard!

And there are still More Things!

Oh God, just spent almost five hours cleaning All The Things. My ankles are so angry at me right now. And how did I acquire all these DVDs? And how were none of them in any kind of order? Every time I sorted the movie section and had it done and perfect I would turn around and find more and all the shelves would have to shift down and over and there was no end to it!

*pants*

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In better, fic related news (because that's always better) my posting day for

jimmybigbang is set for the 21st, I sent my draft to my artist and there may be previews of art soon. HEE. EXCITE.

(Incidentaly, I don't know how you artists manage to make such amazing art on such a quick turn around time. We have months to poke at our stories and the artists only get a fraction of that to art. You guys are all awesome, is what I'm saying.)

I also managed to put a little over 2K on my

super_disney fic. I'm hoping I can manage to have Dean and Cas meet properly tonight. Well, they've met, but Dean doesn't remember. Bwahaha.:)

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Thanks, 2011! I won't miss you!

I spent the first work day morning of 2011 stalled out on the side of the highway waiting for a tow truck. Anyone want three guesses at how I spent the last work day morning of 2011?

Yep.

And mind you, these are different cars. *throws up hands*

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I love the year end fic meme going around. I'll do it either tonight or tomorrow, but I want to post one last thing first (nothing super exciting, a

deancaskink fill I'd forgotten to post up properly).:)

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"Great Expectations" by Gaslight Anthem came on yesterday during the drive home and that song. It's such a John Winchester song, John alone in the car talking to Mary (Mary, this station is playing every sad song/I remember like we were alive), John thinking over the wreckage of his empty life after Sam runs off to Stamford. (everybody leaves and I'd expect as much from you)

John talking to Mary and maybe to Ellen too, thinking back to really knowing jack about hunting but he's lucky enough to fall in with Bill and Ellen Harvelle and they don't laugh too hard at him when he screws up, back to that little window of time when he thought maybe he could be happy again. (And I learned about the blues from this kitten I knew/Her hair was raven and her heart was like a tomb/My heart's like a wound.) But then Bill dies and it's his fault, he knows that even if no one else does, then when he goes back to the Roadhouse with Bill's blood on his clothes he's got Bill's little girl looking at him with her dad's eyes and he can't tell Ellen the truth, not with the risk she might forgive him. So off he runs, back to the road and his boys and Mary's ghost sitting shotgun.

(Mary, I worried and stalled every night of my life/Better safe than making the party) And maybe there was that one other chance, the little fantasy he built with Adam and Kate, but that he sabotages right from beginning because he's not John Winchester with them. This is the life he and Mary used to talk about, drinking beers on the hood of his car, but he lives in it like a shifter and tells himself it's for their own good.

He knows the truth, though. He feels it when he's back on that open road and the song that played the night he met Mary comes on and he knows in his bones that this life is hell but it's easier than turning around and risk ever again. Besides, Mary's still his wife and there are nights he can almost get drunk enough that investigating her murder is almost like her being there again. (I never had a good time, I sat by my bedside, with papers and poetry about Estella)

Because John's back in 'Nam, and he's not winning this war either but John Winchester's been killing since he was eighteen years old. Maybe he knew something else once, but it's been a long time and a lot of road since then. (I saw tail lights last night in a dream about my old life/Everybody leaves and why, why wouldn't you?)

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Ow.

So last night I went downstairs to get my laundry and...when I say I fell down the basement stairs, picture me sliding down them like the world's most graceless tobaggan. (It's amazing how calm you are when those things happen. All that went through my mind was a casual, slow-motion "Huh. This is happening.") I banged my back on the way down but I'm pretty sure I'm fine - the stairs are carpeted and I think that saved from me from really damaging myself. I'm wearing a one of those heat pad thingamabobs and stocked up on advil and as long as I keep moving with baby sloth slowness I should be good.

I'm also getting a cold. Merry Christmas!

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As far as the ongoing LJ brouhaha goes, I already have a dreamwidth account (

misachan, because no way am I going to deal with juggling multiple user names), although

kink_bingo aside I rarely use it. That might change, that might not; I'm paid up here until August, so I'm certainly sticking it out until then. LJ is still where my comms and friends (and icons!) are.:)

(This isn't a popular opinion, but I think fandom moving en masse to a platform that requires invites is very problematic. I understand why it requires invites, and I know that's been waived until the end of the year, but until DW is big enough - and, frankly, inclusive enough - to take all comers I'll be very reluctant to commit to it.)

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I'm just about down to wearing a barrel like in an old cartoon.

Oh dear God, I just spent All The Money and I still have to buy for my mother because she's continuing the annual tradition of refusing to ask for anything I can just buy on Amazon. (My sister and I will not buy anything for her without first asking in explicit, gory detail exactly what it is she wants, she's that notorious for returning gifts. One year she actually made me return her Christmas present, marching me right back to the counter at Macy's. Because it, and I quote, "cost too much." No, we will never let her forget it.) But at least that yearly horror's mostly done.

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Speaking of horror! For everyone who's having problems with whatever-this-is LJ's doing,

advancing's put up a workaround post here. LJ has a pattern of making ridiculous, sweeping changes that gradually get fixed over the next month or so, so let's hope this is more of that.

(Hilariously, my LJ is apparently so old timey that it's still exactly the same, subject lines and all. If it wasn't for all the outrage on my flist I never would have realized anything had been changed!)

ETA: Gotta admit, I kinda like that little thing that marks new comments. There's a big long thread on

fanficrants where that's coming in handy.

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Wonderful stranger, I don't know who you are, but thank you so much for this story. Everyone should read how wonderful it is. (it's 2014!Cas/2009!Dean and utterly perfect.)

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So, this is the story of how GISHWHES saved my kitchen....

Okay, so it's not quite that dramatic. What happened was Monday night while I was on my way home I got a call from one of my friends who'd dropped by early to prep for game that went like this: "So...yeah, just wanted to give you a heads up, your upstairs neighbor's pipe burst right over your kitchen and there's a lot of water. I mean, it's a lake." Then I hear banging and shouting and my neighbor apologizing, and my friend telling him, "No, seriously, you need to go get a tetanus shot." Then he came back on the line and said, "So, yeah, you should pick up some paper towels." I also heard the words "starting to look like Atlantis in here."

I said, "It sounds like I should pick up a mop." (I only had a swiffer mop, not a omg-all-the-water mop.)

"Yeah, that sound like a good idea. Okay, we're gonna go shut off the water now."

So I ran back to CVS and picked up a mop and a flashlight (water was running right over the light so no one wanted to turn it on) and All The Paper Towels. And fortunately by the time I got home the water had mostly stopped and while the floor was wet, it wasn't Atlantis wet and it was isolated to just the one room.

Here's the thing: the only reason I got the call in the first place was because I'd stopped at CVS to buy glue to attempt a last minute GISHWHES item. Otherwise I would have been on the highway and I don't answer my phone when I'm driving. Only my desire to build the Washington Monument out of gummi bears kept me from walking unprepared into a flooded kitchen with no way to clean it up! Thank you, Misha!

(as a side note, the clean-up meant I did not actually have time to construct said tower. This leaves me with two packages of gummi bears to dispose of. I know, you're asking however will I cope?:)

So that was fun. I was just so happy when the water got turned back on. And today we had to do ALLLLL the dishes because disgusting yellow rust water got into that cabinet and all over everything.

Ugh. I am tired of this whole adulthood thing.

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I got my

deancas_xmas confirmation, so I know they have it and that's done and taken care of. \o/ I think it's pretty blindly obvious it's mine, but it would be to me, after all.:)

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There should be fic sometime tomorrow. Also, it is entirely

morganoconner's fault.

Okay, not entirely. But mostly.:)

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My brain has been plotting out a high school AU. I don't want it to. Please tell it to stop.

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I want a time-turner. Or a TARDIS.

I am severely unamused that the week is almost over. How did that happen? Why can't I fall into an unattended money bin so I can be a full time lady of leisure?

Anyway, tomorrow we're heading out to Plymouth Rock and going aboard the Mayflower, weather permitting. I will attempt to take pictures. Also, earlier I caught a little bit of the Crow and that relieved some of my end-of-vacation despair. (It probably says ~things~ about me that my two biggest comfort movies are The Crow and Watchmen.) If I didn't already know what I was doing for

jimmybigbang I would be tempted by the idea of an everything goes wrong 4.20 AU where Castiel never comes back from Heaven, Jimmy, Amelia and Claire all die and then Jimmy comes back with Crow powers and just starts tearing things up.

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Progress report!

1)

spn_reversebang: back from beta (thanks,

electricskeptic, you're awesome!) and guys, I can't wait until Monday so you can see the art I have in my inbox. Dreading writing a summary.

2)

deancas_xmas: off to

aerilex's capable hands, so by tomorrow I should know whether I should just scrap that idea and try again. *sigh*

3)

spn_in_space: didn't get as much done as I wanted this week, but I managed to poke at it. I still need to figure out what happens between the major THING and the end, because otherwise I'm just being needlessly mean to Cas. And in fairness, I'm normally pretty mean to him, but I like to think I'm not needlessly mean.

How did the week go for the rest of you? How are all of your projects coming along?

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I don't BELIEVE Folk missed that kick.

I mean, I do, because he's terrible, but that was bad even for him. Ugh.

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I have arrived! Lexi wants all of you to know that I am a terrible kitten mama who puts innocent cats in cages and straps them into big noisy metal boxes that go very very fast. Or anyway, I'm assuming she wants you all to know, since she did her very best to let everyone else on I-95 in on my horrible cat parenting by yowling at the top of her lungs like she was being tortured. Tortured, I say!

At least she did that for the first half hour or so. Then she settled in and took a nap. Incidently, holy tap-dancing Jesus, did you know it costs $12 to drive into NYC now? You'd think the bridge was made of gold and held up by strands of purest adamantium. They're not using that money to maintain that highway, I'll tell you that right now. I am so very tired. Also, the internet here is currently out so I'm typing this on my phone. Technology!

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What happened to AO3? How can I make go back to the way it was? Everything about this redesign is terrible!

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Goals. I have them!

spn_reversebang is safely in the expert hands of

electricskeptic!

2)

deancas_xmas continues apace! I'm aiming to have this done by this weekend so I can work on my

spn_in_space and

jimmybigbang. I actually did wrote some more of the spacey one this week (River and Cas talking about broken things. *smooshes them both*) It needs a little bit more plotting - I know how it ends, and a major thing that happens before that, I just need to pin down what happens between - but I'm hoping I can have that down by this weekend, once I get the

deancas_xmas out of the way.

3) The other reason I want the

deancas_xmas out of the way is because I'm going on vacation! In a few short days I should be up at the Cape, happily getting puppy snuggles and having a whole week of sweet, sweet nothing.

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I just realized that my

spn_in_space draft and my

jimmybigbang summary are due the same day. Hahaha. Ha. *sigh*

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There was something else I do not recall. It will come to me, I'm sure.