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Saturday, July 22nd, 2006
12:01 pm	Addendum Oh! I'm also working with Blue Cove on an epic Stargate SG-1/Full Metal Alchemist amalgam fic. It's not a crossover, but a combination of the two storylines into a unique whole. I'd been patiently waiting for a long time for BC to get her writing feet under her, but apparently the writer's block from which she's been suffering was not allowing her to make much progress. I offered her my services as writing partner, and she went for it. This story is wonderful. It deserves to be told. It has so much going for it, and will be an exciting AU departure for both SG and FMA fans. I'm very excited about it! We've completed first drafts of the first three chapters and I'm working on composition of the fourth. BC is finishing up edits on Chapters 1/2 and has read over Chapter 3, which we'll be discussing on Sunday at our usual time. The story's coming along nicely, and I'm so thrilled to be working with her again! For those of you who enjoyed our previous work on The Pretender, if you're fans of either or both of these shows, I'm sure you'll like this story, too. Per BC's favorite quote from me regarding Daniel in another story currently on hold, which may also apply to this one -- How he will suffer! How he will bleed! And he will have much excellent sex!!! (1 Comment |Comment on this)
11:54 am	Red Notebooks report Apparently, my hosting service was purchased by another company. During the migration of sites to the new owners, mine disappeared and nobody bothered to contact me to let me know about the transition. I don't even know when it happened. I've tried to contact my original hosts to let them know Red Notebooks was lost in the shuffle, but no one has responded. Until I can find a new hosting service and rebuild the entire site, Red Notebooks will be down. That pisses me off so much I can't even talk about it. Those of you who know me can guess, and may have even heard the eruption from the various parts of the country where you live. I'm sure it was reported as a seismic event. Anyway, I'm working on it, and will fix ASAP. *sigh* And for those who are interested, I'm working on a Stargate SG-1 story featuring Daniel and Vala. Yes, it's a romance, as well as an adventure story. I hope everyone will like it! I certainly had fun writing it. Current Mood: pissed off Current Music: Mi Morena by Josh Groban (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Thursday, May 11th, 2006
6:17 pm	Credits, kudos and stuff I'm in a rather melancholy mood considering all the bodily stress I'm enduring at the moment, and have turned to contemplation as a way to avoid the physical issues for a while. So, I thought I'd say thank you to a bright star in my life, my Sara. She has been my best friend for so long I can't remember a time without her. We have cried on each other's shoulders, come to each other's rescue, been there on the other end of the phone for the ups and downs and been separated by thousands of miles during most of it. We met online as devotees of The Pretender when it first aired, and have become virtual conjoined twins since then, even though I'm older and taller than she is. LOL But she has been my rock, my cheerleader, my sympathetic ear. She has dragged me kicking and screaming into fandoms I didn't want to enter and never regretted taking the plunge once I was hip-deep in Shanks-lust and Ed-miration. I traveled on an airplane to help her move, when most folks run the other way and find other stuff to do, but she needed me and I happen to be *good* at moving. We had a great time together even with all the packing and toting and unpacking, and I miss her. It's amazing the journey we've been on together, which is by far from over. She is the best friend I've ever had, closer to me than my own sister, and therefore, the sister of my heart. She's going through some difficult times right now, but I wanted to put here for posterity how necessary she is in my life. She's been way under-credited for all she does for me, but I am always aware of her contributions to my life, and thankful that I have her in it. There are darn few people I feel this way about, because I keep my heart tucked away from most people. I love them on the surface and do what I can to help, when possible, but hold back when the demands are too great. For Sara, there are no limits. Whatever she needs, whatever I can provide, I will give to her willingly and joyfully. She's the kind of friend who would help me hide the bodies, if I needed. She's the one who would be sitting beside me in the jail cell, saying, "Damn, that was fun!" and not the one on the outside bailing me out. She's the prize, along with my husband and children, for living my life, and I'm thankful for her every day. Hang in there, gal. Good things are coming down the road. Love you. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Friday, April 7th, 2006
10:12 pm	Indigo Tonight's entry is a poem I wrote a few days ago. I was looking out the window, waiting for class to begin. While the leaves on the tree were a vivid green, the sky was bright blue and the view outside was painted with a rich palette, my mood colored everything in shades of indigo, azure, cerulean and ultramarine. Hence, the melancholy mood of these verses. Branches dip and sway, Dancing in the wind. Blue leaves toss and wave, Shiny, glistening in the sun, Floating on a breath of air. The sun is hot and bright, Bringing tears to my eyes. I am not crying; it is only the sun. Birds call mournfully, Clinging to unsteady limbs Beneath their clenching feet. The wind moans, sighs, complains; Ghostly fingers in my hair, Tugging at my clothes, Pushing me along. I cannot rest for missing you, And the whole world is grieving. (Comment on this)
Saturday, April 1st, 2006
9:31 am	Fools, All Goodness, it's been a while. Report on my life: Coming up on two years at my current job, and not only did I learn not to hate it after I got used to it, but I got really good at it. So good that I joined the teaching staff in July of last year. This is far more fun than sitting at a desk and working, but it's also stressful, too. There's a lot of work needing to be done to shape up the training materials, and none of us have time to do the writing. We desperately need one more person on the staff to answer questions for the account managers, and we've been promised said extra person, but haven't gotten one yet. Since one of our gals is about to leave to have a baby, we could use our fifth person NOW. Oh, well. There are some really wonderful people I've met at work through my job, people whom I would like to count among my friends. Sad thing is, when I'm not working, I'm writing or drawing, doing my artistic pursuits. I make time to socially interact with my family, but not for anyone else, so I have NO social life, which is sad. I want to invite people over for dinner, to entertain, to go out to restaurants and movies with them, but I have no clue how to get started socializing. How sad is that? I made a list of the 7 people from work I'd like to get to know. What I should do is plan an event, one at a time, and issue invitations. That would mean cleaning my house first, making sure everything's presentable, because my housekeeping skills are sadly lacking. I mean, I know HOW to keep my house nice -- I just don't. What time I don't spend doing the necessary chores, like laundry, dishes and cooking, I spend at my computer writing or answering emails and such. It's MY time, and I need it. I also find myself missing my friends at work during the weekend, and would enjoy spending a few hours with them. So this weekend, I'm going to clean my apartment. Scrub everything up nice and neat. Arrange and order. Find places for the things that are still stacked up from our move, that had no places to go in our tiny new home. I'm going to organize, and then sit down to plan a dinner, and invite my classroom partner over to watch her favorite movie. Maybe she could even bring her dog, and we could play with him a little, too. We'll see. I'm awkward at this entertaining thing because I don't have a lot of experience at it. Hopefully the family will help out with some of it, because I find myself really wanting to have a social life. I have people at work whom I like, but never go anywhere or do anything with them and I think I'd like that. I spend all my time with my family and my online friends, and never go out with anyone else to have fun. Maybe it's time I started doing some of that, as I approach my 50th birthday. Methinks it's time I had a life, instead of just living in my stories and the eight hours a day of my job. Jeez, that sounds so pathetic. Definitely time for a change. And one day, when Sara moves down here, she and I can be hanging out all the time, going to movies together, shopping and writing and doing fun stuff. I'd love to be able to get her out doing things, too, and I know we'd have tons of fun together. *sigh* So, no writing today, other than this. I'm going to turn my computer off and go do the domestic thing as a first step in finding myself a life. Go, me! Wish me luck... (Comment on this)
Saturday, February 11th, 2006
10:47 am	If there is someone on your friends list who makes your world a better place just because they exist and who you would not have met (in real life or not) without the internet, then post this same sentence in your journal. Borrowed from Sister Sara... (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Monday, November 14th, 2005
1:33 pm	Just got out of the hospital yesterday, after having been there over a week. The nursing staff and doctors were all great, but isn't there something that can be done to allow patients to actually rest while they're there? Frankly, I don't see why we can't be left alone for the 8 hours or so it would take for us to get a little real sleep, especially since the pump I was connected to that was dispensing my IV diet and meds would run out every so often and wake me up anyway. Surely they could wait to take BP/temp/oxygen intake until I was actually awake? But no. I never got to sleep for more than three hours at a stretch. I went in for diverticulitis, which hit me in early October. I'd been being treated with oral meds, but that wasn't helping at all. After a second round of meds, the doc sent me to the hospital for more intensive therapy. So here's the rundown of events during my hospital stay: Friday, 11/4: went into the hospital. They put in a PICC line, instead of a standard IV. This is a 2-chambered IV line that was inserted on the inside of my left arm just above the elbow. The tube is run inside the vein up the length of my arm and into my chest, opening up into a large vein right under my collarbone. They used a local anesthetic to get it in, and 3 hours later, once the numbness wore off, it started to hurt a little. They came to check it, but said everything looked fine, though there was a lump in my arm about an inch above the insertion point. The pain wasn't really bad, so they just let it go. Immediately, they hooked up a bunch of fluids and medications, and declared me NPO (nothing by mouth), not even water. I could have ice chips sparingly to keep my mouth/lips from drying out, but all nutrition and hydration would be through my veins until further notice, to give my colon total rest. Sat/Sun: no events to take notice of, so I just sat around and wrote all day, then watched a little TV in the evenings when my man came to visit. Monday: Got up that AM to pee and noticed this red rash all over my legs. Nowhere else, just my legs, and it didn't itch. Duly reported to the nursing staff, who reported it to the docs before morning rounds, and they decided it was my antibiotics, so they switched them and gave me some IV Benadryl for the allergic reaction. That was weird, because as soon as it hit my bloodstream I could tell you *exactly* where the end of the IV line was! It made my chest feel tight for a couple of seconds, and then I felt hot in my nether region for another couple of seconds, then that was gone and I got all woozy. It kept me from itching, though, so that was good. Throughout the rest of the week, the rash didn't go away. They kept giving me Benadryl and changing antibiotics, so now I have a long list of those that I can't take. Tuesday: They started me on a clear liquids diet. My first meal was lunch, and I had chicken boullion, Jell-O, orange sherbet, tea and apple juice. Keep in mind here that I'm diabetic, and none of that was sugar free. I told the docs and the nursing staff repeatedly that I'm diabetic. REPEATEDLY. Did they change anything and make dietary adjustments? No. Were they checking my blood sugars? No. That worried me, but I was so hungry after four days NPO that I didn't care. Ate/drank everything anyway. Thursday, 11/10: My arm started hurting pretty badly. The PICC line nurse (her specialty) came to take a look at it, clean it up and change the dressing. I was all but screaming by the time she finished. They sent me down for a sonogram of my arm, and we found out I have a blood clot just above the insertion point, so the PICC line was taken out immediately. They didn't give me an IV to replace it because I was taking in meds/clear liquids by mouth, so I was good with that. They changed my diet to full liquids, including cream soups and pudding (also not sugar free). Started feeling nauseous in the PM. The nurse brought some drugs for that late in the evening. Next morning was better, but by late afternoon, it was back, and worse. Last meds of the day Friday and I was feeling pretty rocky, but kept them down anyway. Saturday, 11/12: Got up throwing up and passing completely liquid diarrhea, so sick I could hardly hold my head up. The docs told me they think I have the flu, and put a regular IV into my right arm, starting me back on fluids and IV meds. I felt better pretty fast, but then in the afternoon, my right arm started to hurt. The sensation was familiar, but the place where I suspected the blood clot was on the underside of my arm, all the way around it from the IV insertion point. *sigh* So they sent me for another sonogram of this area, and sure enough, there's a blood clot in that arm, too, so they had to take the IV out of that arm. I was taking oral meds again by the PM and on my clear liquids diet, so they just kept me another day to see how I was doing. Sunday, 11/13: Feeling better, no abdominal pain, just very weary. Doc said I could go home, and they discharged me around 3:30 PM. I'm on a special diet: bananas, applesauce, rice and toast, along with Jell-O, puddings (sugar free, of course), clear broth, cream soups. We dropped off my stuff at home and then went to the grocery store to get all my groceries, and when I got home, I ATE until I was full. *sigh* It was all stuff I could have, and I really enjoyed it. Went to bed stuffed, and slept most of the way through the night, just waking up briefly a couple of times, probably out of habit more than anything else. I'm staying home today and tomorrow to finish recuperating and regain a little strength, and then I'll be going back to work on Wednesday. Got a bit of a headache and am still way tired, but we'll see how I do the rest of the day. I plan on taking it very easy! Damn, it's good to be home again. Too bad hospitals don't come equipped with internet access in the rooms. ;-) I'd much rather surf the net than watch TV, especially during the daytime. There's absolutely NOTHING to watch until Law & Order comes on at 6 PM. Can't watch DVDs, either, which sucks. Oh, well. I won't have to think about this again until after Thanksgiving, so we'll see how it goes. There's a colonoscopy and surgery to resection my colon coming up over the next couple of months, but I don't wanna deal with it till it's time. I just want to rest and get well from this ordeal, so I can go back to a somewhat normal life. Putzed around a little on the 'net this AM and did some blog quizzes: You Are a Prophet Soul You are a gentle soul, with good intentions toward everyone. Selfless and kind, you have great faith in people. Sometimes this faith can lead to disappoinment in the long run. No matter what, you deal with everything in a calm and balanced way. You are a good interpreter, very sensitive, intuitive, caring, and gentle. Concerned about the world, you are good at predicting people's feelings. A seeker of wisdom, you are a life long learner looking for purpose and meaning. You are a great thinker and communicator, but not necessarily a doer. Souls you are most compatible with: Bright Star Soul and Dreaming Soul What Kind of Soul Are You? Borrowed this one from Blue Cove. Thene I went into a blogthing frenzy. Your Hidden Talent You're super sensitive and easily able to understand situations. You tend to solve complex problems in a flash, without needing a lot of facts. Decision making is easy for you. You have killer intuition. The right path is always clear, and you're a bit of a visionary. What's Your Hidden Talent? This isn't exactly a hidden talent. I mean, I already knew this. You're a Freaky Kisser When you kiss, you want to experience something new A new technique, a new partner, a new piercing... And your own personal kissing style is very unpredictable There's no saying where your tongue or hands will go What Kind of Kisser Are You? *ahem* Well. This explains a lot. *snicker* Your Rising Sign is Pisces Dreaming and introspective, you're often lost in your thoughts. Which is okay by you... you're inner world is pretty darn awesome. And while you are inwardly confident, sometimes you seem a bit unsure. People often handle you more delicately than they need to. You love luxury, and even if you're a bit broke, you want things to look "rich." Mysterious and demure, you keep secrets about yourself to remain an enigma. What is Your Rising Sign? Spot-on. So then: Your Seduction Style: Prized Object The seduction game you play is tried, true, and still effective: hard to get. You know that the best seducers turn the tables - and get their crush to seduce them. The one running has the power, and you're a challenge that is worth the chase. You are a master of enticing and pulling back. Giving a little and taking some away. You are controlled enough to know rewards come after a long seduction dance. Even though you want to call, email, or say "I love you" first - you don't! You're style is the perfect mix of hot and cold - so much so that you have many suitors. Think Holly Golightly from Breakfast at Tiffany's ... or any of those creepy guys from the Bachelor. You're skilled at inspiring a chase. The real test is picking the person to slow down for. What Kind of Seducer Are You? This is so NOT me, but it was fun. Your Personality Is Idealist (NF) You are a passionate, caring, and unique person. You are good at expressing yourself and sharing your ideals. You are the most compassionate of all types and connect with others easily. Your heart tends to rule you. You can't make decisions without considering feelings. You seek out other empathetic people to befriend. Truth and authenticity matters in your friendships. In love, you give everything you have to relationships. You fall in love easily. At work, you crave personal expression and meaning in your career. With others, you communicate well. You can spend all night talking with someone. As far as your looks go, you've likely taken the time to develop your own personal style. On weekends, you like to be with others. Charity work is also a favorite pastime of yours. The Three Question Personality Test Are we seeing a pattern here? Okay, I'm compassionate. *sigh* Arty Kid Whether you were a drama freak or an emo poet, you definitely were expressive and unique. You're probably a little less weird these days - but even more talented! Who Were You In High School? Also not a surprise. I even won my school's very first Art Award during my sophomore year. And I still have it. The Keys to Your Heart You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free. In love, you feel the most alive when things are straight-forward, and you're told that you're loved. You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring. You would be forced to break up with someone who was ruthless, cold-blooded, and sarcastic. Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can talk about everything... no secrets. Your risk of cheating is 100%. You are not suited for a monogamous relationship. You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred. In this moment, you think of love as something you thirst for. You'll do anything for love, but you won't fall for it easily. What Are The Keys To Your Heart? Y'know, that one that says my risk of cheating is 100%? That bothers me. It's been 20 years now with the same guy, and I've never strayed, nor do I want to. If that's not being suited to monogamy, what is? Huh. Your Personality Profile You are dependable, popular, and observant. Deep and thoughtful, you are prone to moodiness. In fact, your emotions tend to influence everything you do. You are unique, creative, and expressive. You don't mind waving your freak flag every once and a while. And lucky for you, most people find your weird ways charming! The World's Shortest Personality Test Some right, some wrong on this one. Not popular and never have been. But I don't mind waving my freak flag every now and then. LOL Your IQ Is 95 Your Logical Intelligence is Below Average Your Verbal Intelligence is Genius Your Mathematical Intelligence is Above Average Your General Knowledge is Average A Quick and Dirty IQ Test This one just ticked me off a little bit. How can my logic intelligence be lower than my math intelligence? It oughtta be the other way around! *pout* Your Hair Should Be Red Passionate, fiery, and sassy. You're a total smart aleck who's got the biggest personality around. What's Your Funky Inner Hair Color? I've been a closet redhead all my life, and months ago took the plunge to actually go there. I love it, and it's way past time for a touch-up. Even had one of the techs at the hospital ask if I were a natural redhead because of my crappy veins -- they have thick casings that tend to roll and leak under the skin every time I'm punctured, which is an unfortunate physical attribute of natural redheads. They're hard sticks when it comes to blood draws or IVs, and I have all the tendencies. Might as well have the hair color to match. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Thursday, September 22nd, 2005
9:38 pm	Life in General Sometimes I just want to tell everyone to take a hike, shut the door and turn my back on the world. This is one of those times, when I'm so tired and have handled so much responsibility that I am simply not capable of doing one more thing for anyone else but myself. CALGON, TAKE ME AWAY!!! I just want to write. That's not such a hard thing to ask. A little time here and there... a little peace and quiet or good music to drown out the extraneous noise... I mean, writing is like breathing for me. I can't do without it, and here I've been holding my breath for nearly three weeks. I've turned several shades of blue and am about to pop. This, too, shall pass. I know this. Everything has its time. It just seems as if an inordinate amount of bad luck has come my way lately. Things are breaking, bills are popping up that need to be paid whether I have the money or not. My health feels as if it's going south and I don't have the time to stop and be sick for a couple of days. I'm not fool enough to ask the cosmos if things can get worse, because I know from sad/scary experience that it can and will if invited, so I'm hoping the dust will settle soon and I can somehow find my way back to a semblance of normalcy. Normal is good. Then again, I wouldn't really know 'normal' if it sat in my lap and smooched me. I'd probably slap it upside the head and tell it to go home. *sigh* But at least I'm venting in my LJ again. I've missed that. Current Mood: cranky Current Music: Pure Moods (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Monday, May 16th, 2005
7:26 pm	New Icon The picture says it all. And he's wearing invisible pants. They're there... You just can't see them. LOL (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Monday, May 2nd, 2005
9:36 pm	Your Birthdate: June 4 Being born on the 4th day of the month should help make you a better manager and organizer. You may be more responsible and self-disciplined than you realize. Sincere and honest, you are a serious and hard working individual. Your feelings are likely to seem somewhat repressed at times. The number 4 has something of an inhibiting effect on your ability to show and express affections, as feeling are very closely regulated and controlled. You are apt to be much more practical, rational, and conscious of details. There is a good deal of rigidity and stubbornness associated with the number 4. What Does Your Birth Date Mean? Hmmm. Hits and misses, all around. More hits than misses, though. (Comment on this)
Friday, April 29th, 2005
8:49 pm	create your own personalized map of the USA or check out ourCalifornia travel guide Found the link to this on Blue Cove's journal. Wow. I've been around. Of course, she's responsible for two of those states. ;-) Oh, and as far as that "writer" goes... Give 'em He**, Girlfriend! The fool just doesn't get it. If people were making money off his work, that's one thing, but this is an expression of love, FCOL! He needs to get over himself. You go, gal! Current Mood: crappy (Comment on this)
Sunday, April 24th, 2005
9:11 pm	Drama Queen It's been a while since I did this. I need to make it a point to visit here more often. Reading my last entry, I realize it's been more than a year that I've been at The Job. It's not that bad any more; I've pretty much gotten used to it. I like the people; they're very nice and good to me, and then there's the musicians who work in the IT department. Also very nice, and so talented I wonder what the heck they're working *here* for, when they should so clearly be on the road and entertaining large crowds of screaming fans. *shakes head at the ironies in life* They're just making a living at the day job, same as me, when they've got talent to do other things taking second chair. If I were rich and famous, I'd support them so they could make music. Ah, the days of rich patrons who took care of the artists, poets, musicians, writers and actors, so they could create without the care of making a living... Guess I'm just getting wistful in my middle age. Things are changing, though. Just found out I have diabetes, so that's put me into a tailspin. Haven't cried about it yet because I'm still kind of in shock. I'm not as lost as I was the day after the news, though, because I've been reading and researching, looking up the road map on where I'm headed and instructions on how to be this whole new person. It's not going to be easy. I often forget to eat, and can't afford to do that any more. I have to eat the right things (I actually like what's good for me) in the right amounts at the right times, and get some exercise. These won't be hard to do, not really. I've already cut out most of the sweets I like because my body can't handle nuts and my fave candies are peanut butter cups. Can't drink any more now, but I only did it a handful of times a year anyway. It's just the fact that I know I CAN'T do something now that bothers me, but I'll get over that. I'd been working on my weight, too, since the beginning of the year, and had to stop the exercises I was doing because of a problem with my neck. This means I'm now stuck with walking as my exercise, and bought the shoes for it yesterday. I'm learning to poke my fingers and bleed for the little machines, which is the biggest deal of all for me, because as an artist, I have very sensitive fingertips and am quite tactile-oriented. The left hand isn't as sensitive as the right, but still, I'm getting used to it. I can do this. *sigh* Growing old is not for sissies. Things fall off, parts wear out, warranties expire and we keep limping down the road of life on our rims, putting out a cloud of black smoke behind us. What else can we do? We keep going. Like the philosopher said, That which doesn't kill us, makes us stronger. Working on indestructibility, here. Current Mood: drained (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, September 29th, 2004
8:53 pm	Turn, Turn, Turn To everything there is a season, or so the Bible and the old song say. Just in this year, I've survived 2.5 months of unemployment, only to get a job that makes smoke come out of my ears by the end of the day and is all about details and calculations. I am NOT a math person. Wanna be sure you knew that. The Job has nothing to do with the creative side of the brain, but it brings home a paycheck twice a month and covers my family with insurance. Now that I'm about to hit the 6-month mark, my husband is abruptly out of a job, because his boss decided it was time to retire, out of the blue. It's not like we were caught completely with our pants down, because the guy is in his 70's and has had a lot of health problems over the last year, so my mate has been crafting an exit strategy of sorts. We just weren't expecting it *right now.* And on top of that, we have another child added to the family, a teenager outcast by her family. Rebma is a good, smart kid whose mother is a psycho with no impulse control, so the girl is better off with us. She'll have the opportunity to see what a stable, loving home is like, and hopefully that will help her through her last year of childhood and gracefully into the world of adults. Add to that my little son developing asthma, and I feel pretty much like I'm on a roller coaster ride with no way off. So. Got a basket full of lemons here, and am squeezing the crap out of them. Pretty soon, I'll add some sugar and steeped mint leaves, top it off with a little extra water, and we'll have some good ol' Southern lemon-mint tea. Yum! Good stuff. That which does not kill us, makes us stronger, right? I'm pretty near unbreakable now. And maybe a little tipsy at the moment, too. Oh, well. This, too, shall pass, and I make it a point to remember the good times, when things are going great, so it's not all doom and gloom. That's how we're wired, you know. We remember the bad stuff because that's hard-wired into the survival instinct. If it's unpleasant, we seek not to repeat the experience. If it's pleasant and good, it slips through our fingers and we have to work to remember those things. So right now I'm thinking about how good coffee tasted when I was sitting in my father's lap as a little tyke, sipping it from his spoon. I never liked the stuff except that way, when it was his and I was sharing it, because it wasn't really the coffee. It was Daddy and his lap, and his spoon, and a little moment just for me. Miss you, Daddy. Think I'll have coffee in the morning, and pretend we're sharing the cup. *sigh* I think my lemons are blue. Or is that just me? Boy, is this post random! Maybe I should just toddle off to bed a little early tonight. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Thursday, August 26th, 2004
7:51 pm	Well. That was interesting. Just when I thought I was almost done raising my family, I inherit another child. The Daughter's best friend has been kicked out of her home by her parents, who wouldn't even let her take her school books, clothes and prescription medication, not to mention the stuff she bought with money she earned at her job. Huh. Rebma is a good kid. A little hyper and excitable at times, but hey, she's a 17-year-old girl, FCOL! That's what they are. So now she's living with us, and we're doing the best we can for her. We don't have money to take her out and buy her a whole new wardrobe, but I'm hoping I with the employee of the month gift certificate at work so I can take her shopping with that. Should know about that tomorrow. Meanwhile, I have a heraldry art project to work on that may make a little extra cash. Got it all drawn out; I just need to copy it twice before I start painting, because I'm doing 3 alike for the father and two brothers Innes. It'll be fun. I miss painting. So keep us in your prayers, especially the newest member of the family. She needs them most of all. (Comment on this)
Saturday, August 7th, 2004
10:01 am	I'm baaaaaack! It's been a while. RL has been complicated and busy. Stargate sucked for most of last year, but three eps into Season 8 and I'm positively giddy with delight! Last week's ep was Daniel-light, this one was Daniel-centric, but the story was good enough last time that I didn't mind at all. We're getting to see way more Jack, which is a wonder in itself, but also the return of the TEAM and the stable warmth of Jack and Daniel's friendship. We've also NOT been treated to Super!Sam, for which I'm endlessly grateful, or many traces of "ship" which I find completely unpalatable because of the military context of the show's base. Jack's supposed romance with Sam sickens me, on a lot of levels. 1) I had a brother in the Air Force and my daughter is most likely going to become an officer in the same branch of service, so I see Jack/Sam as a disgrace to the military service I hold in such high personal regard. 2) The actors have zero chemistry between them. Every expression of the supposed romance looks painful, as if RDA and AT *REALLY* don't want to be doing this. They look like good friends. They do NOT look like there's a fire burning down below. 3) The "ship" is demeaning to Sam. No woman with her intelligence, character and personal strength would EVER allow herself to carry a torch for a man she could never have for eight long years! She would either act on it, or let it go and get the hell over him. To have her pining away with secret longing all this time, turns her into a simpering schoolgirl. That is not the kind of woman Sam Carter is. (And Jack obviously doesn't share her crush because he shuts her down at every turn when she tries to talk to him about it.) 4) If there really were such a thing happening between them, the solution to their "problem" is ridiculously simple, up until this season. Sam could have transferred off the team and been under anybody else's command, and they could have been humping like bunnies all they wanted, so there was absolutely NO reason they couldn't have been together for the last seven years, if that was what they really wanted, so I'm not buying what the writers have been trying to shove down our throats, because it's stupid. Of course, now that Jack is a general and commands the entire SGC, Sam would have to transfer upstairs to NORAD to get out from under his command, which would effectively put her out of the show. The writers are morons for trying to make this unworkable romance work. And I know, because I'm a romance writer. There are rules to follow, and they haven't followed a single one. The only people who buy the idea of Jack/Sam ship are those who simply WANT to, because there's no foundation for the romance. I was pleased to see Sam given a boyfriend. The writers screwed that up, however, by having Pete check up on Sam, thereby creating the "stalker" mindset that a lot of J/S ship fans have for him. *sigh* The writing staff on this show (a certain few, anyway) do not know their craft. How they got to where they are, I'll never know. One thing I am still dead certain of, however, is that TPTB need a strong, smart FEMALE writer on their staff. They need more women in the background shots of soldiers and scientists at the SGC. And they need to give the gal they hire to write the power to tell them not to demean Sam and turn her into a Mary Sue, because that's exactly what she's become over the last few years. So far this season, she has been strong and smart without making the audience ill. The team seems to have returned to the way they were in the early seasons, which I adore. Rumors are already flying, however, about the ship raising its ugly head later on in an episode called Threads, where Pete has proposed to Sam, but she has to try ONE MORE TIME to talk to Jack about their unspoken love for each other -- but he's dating yet ANOTHER totally inappropriate woman -- a member of an SGC oversight committee, no less! *groan* -- who graciously bows out of the picture (like THAT would ever happen in RL *snort*) and encourages Jack to go for it with Sam because the noble, selfless woman sees in the seconds that J/S are talking that it's Twu Wuv between them and she doesn't really have a chance to win Jack's heart. Come on, people! This is third grade CRAP!!! God, do they ever need a woman on the writing staff. *shakes head* If they want romance between these two, I could damn sure supply them with that. If they want UST and angst, I could give them that, too. But in every case, it would mean having Sam out from under Jack's command, period. Which would more or less also have her either off the show or in a much diminished capacity on screen. They want romance, they can have it, but there's a price to pay. Personally, I'd prefer to have NO romance between any of the four main characters. If the writers want to give them love, they should look outside the team, for supporting characters who can give them comfort on their downtime, but what I want to see more than anything else on that screen is the Four Musketeers, my team supporting each other as friends and family, encountering problems and dangers they have to rise above, meeting challenges that help them grow as individuals and that illustrate the nobility of the human spirit. That makes good stories. It's what TPTB should stick to, and let the viewers ship and slash their little hearts out in private. Just don't do it on the small screen, folks. It detracts from the storyline and is bound to anger one faction or another of fans. Cut it down the middle and don't lean one way or the other. That's the only way to keep everybody happy. (Comment on this)
Monday, July 26th, 2004
9:05 pm	Where the hell have I been? :-/ I have no idea. No blogging since February? Gad! I must have been having a life, right? Then why can't I remember it? Oh. Maybe I was ascended. Reached a higher plane of existence or something. And then plummeted back to Earth in a fiery crash that registered on the Richter scale. So, anyway, I'm back. Have truly been enjoying the new season of Stargate and am liking some of the characters on SG Atlantis. Don't give a fig about Dr. Weir -- she's cardboard -- but Sheppard is cute and interesting; McKay is funny as hell and so obviously overcompensating for nearly everything; Dr. Beckett is the Scotty of medicine, not too good with people, but give him a disease or alien organism to dissect and study and he's in heaven! We'll see. So far, the plots are not so good but the CG work is stupendous and I'm liking some of the characters. However, TPTB desperately need to get a woman on the writing staff to write for Weir. And the woman playing her needs some acting lessons. *sniff* I could do better than that, and that's not saying much. Snobbery aside, Season 8 of SG-1 is a winner so far. Super!Sam is almost MIA, much more believable. Teal'c has hair and more lines. Jack isn't nearly as stupid as usual. And Daniel is Daniel. It just doesn't get better than that. Long live the Team!!! * * * I wonder if there are any other shows on TV besides Stargate? Maybe I should check that out. * * * Maybe not. * * * I'M BACK!!! *sigh* I missed me. *Call the asylum, folks. She's escaped.* (Comment on this)
Wednesday, February 25th, 2004
3:08 pm	~Melpomene~ Your muse is Melpomene, the Songstress, the muse of Tragedy. Her symbol is the tragic mask. There could be several reasons she is your muse. You could be simply fascinated by the dark and the plethora of emotions that accompany any good tragedy. You could also be depressed yourself, in which case you might try working on making Thalia your muse... Which of the Nine Muses is your muse? brought to you by Quizilla Borrowed from KB, and thank you very much! (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Thursday, February 19th, 2004
5:49 pm	You're A Prayer for Owen Meany! by John Irving Despite humble and perhaps literally small beginnings, you inspire faith in almost everyone you know. You are an agent of higher powers, and you manifest this fact in mysterious and loud ways. A sense of destiny pervades your every waking moment, and you prepare with great detail for destiny fulfilled. When you speak, IT SOUNDS LIKE THIS! Take the Book Quiz at the Blue Pyramid. Well, I've never read this book, but I kinda like the sentiment. Higher powers, huh? I think I can live with that... (Comment on this)
Wednesday, February 4th, 2004
11:16 am	Ho Hum Haven't updated here in a while, so I thought I should. Unfortunately, I have nothing to say. The world spins on its axis, time marches on and cliches rule us all. I really need to get back to writing... (Comment on this)
Wednesday, January 14th, 2004
2:37 pm	You are a tabby cat. The total home-body. You'd be content just to stay at home all day and not get up from the couch. You lazy sloth! Try and make a movement every now and then, or someone might decide to bury you in the back yard! What color of cat are you? brought to you by Quizilla Hey, I move! My fingers click on the keyboard a lot! And I go potty, too! And there's eating. Must get up to go eat because the food won't come to me. *pout* I move. Do. *walks off with tabby tail in the air and chin held high* (4 Comments |Comment on this)