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Let's see. I am SO ready for the elections to be over and HRC to be president I can hardly stand it. If I have to listen to one more narrow-minded bigot tell me how "authentic" an orange-faced man with the worse-dyed combover in history is, I will scream. No, being educated is not a bad thing. No, not being afraid of brown people is not a bad thing. No, not wanting to peer into the next bathroom stall is not a bad thing.

I also still hate the word "orbs" when used to mean "eyeballs" in a fan fiction. Nothing in the world makes me click the back button faster than "orbs." Even faster than "tresses."

Boys who think girls don't really play video games should meet my Wizard or Crusader or Barbarian or Demon Hunter in Diablo III. They will wipe the floor with you. I've been playing video games since they invented, you miserable misogynist troll, and playing them well.

Mammogram tomorrow. Medical professional said I feel "lumpy" but since I have cysts, we're not too worried.

Spring is springing and I am so busy I haven't had time for the yard work. I was the Queen of Fairy Godmothers for a Princess Party, the grieving widow for a memorial service for a fellow who died in 1916, and have several more events coming up this month. Next month, I am doing NOTHING.

So, what's up with you?
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I finally saw the new Star Wars and got a kick out of how "old" Star Wars it was. Yes, it was derivative. (How could it not be, with being seventh in a series.) Yes, it was predictable. (I was so not surprised when Snape--I mean, Vader the Third--killed Han.) But the acting was so much better than in those horrible prequels and I love seeing everybody old and grey like me.

Busy the week between Christmas and New Year's. The flooring guy who thought he could get my floor in before Thanksgiving showed up on the 30th. The dishwasher, which is less than two years old, died on the 31st. We had had to make an emergency run to the vet on Christmas eve. So, some expected bills and some unexpected bills, RIGHT at Christmas shopping season. I may have to convert to Buddhism or something.

AND the electrician will be FINALLY getting me the estimates this week. He said. I'll believe them when I see them but considering the other electricians in town have been ignoring me for upwards of two years, I'll take what I can get.

Still, my major projects, which I hoped to get done before the first of the year, may be done by my birthday in March. Maybe. At least the parts I'm paying for rather than doing myself.

And the floor we have in so far is LOVELY!

Nostalgia

Nov. 21st, 2015 08:15 pm
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I've been being very nostalgic, as I mentioned before, watching old HtLJ episodes and re-reading old fan fiction. I have even dug up a couple of unfinished ones and am staring at them, wondering if I can revive them once the holidays are over.

To compound the sense of "the good old days," two catalogues arrived in the mail this week. The J. Peterman Company the The Sharper Sense. Unless I am mistaken, both of those catalogues went away more than a decade ago. Apparently, I'm not the only one feeling nostalgic.

Other old Hercverse stories are showing up at AO3. Yes, it sucks for comments, but it is nice to see old friends again.
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Based on what I have saved, I think I have pretty much posted everything. There might be a few humorous HtLJ bits somewhere but "The Measure of Our Torment" is up and racking up the hits, along with "Learning to Uncurl."
And no one reads Autolycus/Iphicles porn. Ah, well.
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I've been posting to AO3 lately. I had forgotten how many stories I wrote back in the day. I'm not sure all of them deserve to be preserved and I think I may delete a few but, what the heck. When I finish the HtLJ collection--its over 20 so far--I will do HP. There are many less of those. Thank goodness.

The first one I posted--some Hercules/Iolaus smut--has gotten about 35 reads, which isn't bad for an OLD story. The others are mostly being ignored but I doubt anyone is much into HtLJ anymore. The ones I posted on Skyehawke were ignored, too.

Still, I keep finding things and thinking, is this worth saving?

AO3

Aug. 10th, 2015 08:18 pm
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I loaded one old short story--a smutty one--and promptly got a comment. Wow. I don't imagine I will get any more but it was fun. Am sticking a few things up there slowly.
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I am debating if it is worth the struggle to upload my stories to AO3. I live in a Mac world and the Archive does not seem to get along with it well. It's better with my new machine than with my old one but still not all that smooth. And if I did, do I bother with my old HTLJ stuff at all? I love some of it and have been happily re-reading it after transferring it to this computer but, at the same time, nobody else will read it so why not just keep it to myself.

The summer wearing me down and my sinuses are killing me. Barometer in my head. Plus I just read a really great, really sad old Hercverse story and that didn't help. I'll think I'll lie down and think it over some more
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I went in to have some moles removed yesterday. When I had them checked, there was considerable discussion. If I hadn't had a malignant melanoma taken off once, the doctor would have recommended wait and see. But. . .

I knew three were pretty sure and maybe four. As long as I was there, we went for five.

Remember, this is a small town. The nurse and I have known each other since childhood when our moms were good buddies in the local amateur theatrical group. Which is still going strong. My brother and oldest niece are in the current production. The surgeon took out my gall bladder several years ago and we all know the same people.

We were all laughing so hard at one point, he had to pause in his cutting.

Is that normal when you are having minor surgery? I suspect not.

I figure the bill will cost what a real vacation would have cost so it all balances out.
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Remove the outer stops holding the sash in place. Be careful, because this is a thin, delicate piece of wood you have to put back in place. With stops out, remove sash, taking care not to break glass. Remove old sash cord. Find screw holding the panel that protects the sash weight and remove. Pop out panel. . .Pop. . . .out. . . .well, it's been in place for over a century, of course it is stuck. Get a pry bar, taking care not to damage inner stop because replacing that little piece of wood is a HUGE pain. Get knife and trim back old paint. Pry bar again. Try screwing a spare screw from the window shade brackets you remembered to remove before prying off the stops. The wood is soft pine and the screw goes in. Get vise grips and pull gently. Pull harder. PULL HARDER.

Look very closely into the narrow gap along the side edge of the panel where you are supposed to pry the panel off and notice the two nails. Whatever person hammered the trim on 100+ years ago DID IT WRONG and the nails go INTO THE PANEL.

I can pry the trim off. I can try to saw the nails off. I can put the #$@)% window back together and call it quits for the day.
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This person: https://www.fanfiction.net/u/6248129/Only-Me-x-x

is a low life scumbag who would have to look up to pond scum. She is stealing the classics of HP fandom and posting them. When called on it, she told me knew she was stealing so what?

She has posted things like Aspen In the Sunlight's "Year Like None Other." Really. She has stolen from Luthien, from Accio Snape, from lots of the best known names. She steals old stories, I assume because the kids on FFN won't recognize them.

I spent my afternoon emailing reviewers, telling them she was a thief, and reporting her thievery but we all know how FFN works.

Check and see if you were hit and if you can get in touch with others, let them know.
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Brand new computer. Driving me nuts. Driver for printer doesn't work right. Scroll works differently. Lost some favorite old programs.
I also spent quite some time finding and transferring OLD fan fiction. Read some of it. You know, some of that old Hercules stuff was pretty good. Then I went and watched old episodes. My stories were better.
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The approaching spring, plus some successful research, has my muse visiting again. Not my fan fiction muse, the one who writes history, is back and keeping me awake at night thinking about how I'll write something. So, Yay!

I have been digging through old files. I mean OLD files. Stuffed dated to the late '90s through early 2000s. Some of that old H:TLJ stuff is really pretty damn good.

So, anyway, letting anyone who read this know that the black dog is moving off and I am back at my keyboard doing something besides playing games.

Happy First Day of Spring! Or Fall, depending on which end of the planet you live on.
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I was watching Galaxy Quest" yesterday and, as always, as it ended, I wished that series actually existed. I SO want to watch it! I need a Dr. Lazarus icon.
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I have been feeling the Black Slog creeping up on me all summer. I keep having this strange tight feeling in chest that makes me cough. Before I gave it up to stress, I thought I'd go the physical route.
One chest x-ray and one CAT scan and one ultrasound and one needle aspiration and $4000 later, I know I don't have lung cancer or thyroid cancer but the tightness in my chest is worse and I want to crawl into bed and never get out.
Combined with what I call my paranoid hypochondria--my obsession with whatever diseases are going around and they are, including a nasty cold, a really nasty barfing bug and what looks like a long, sick winter, I decided maybe I should see a therapist.
Then the election returns came in.
I start seeing her on Tuesday. I hope she can help because my chest is constantly tight and while I don't think about actively killing myself, not waking up one morning is appealing.
I am forcing myself to have two Christmas parties this year. May not help with the stress (cough cough) but may force me to function.
And we are due for single digit cold starting Monday.
Aren't I a bowl full of cheery.
Sigh.
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If you have old windows and the sash cords are gone and the sash falls on your fingers, it hurts. In case you did not know. The sash was old and small and wood and there was a gap between the sash and sill so no broken bones but blood blisters, purple fingers and owie. Makes it hard to type or write or even comb your hair if you squash the fingers on your dominant hand.

Found some old diaries including one from the early nineties complaining about paying $29 to the doctor to get a prescription renewed. Ho. Ho. Went to the Doctor recently with an annoying cough. Got a chest x-ray which led to a cat scan which led to an ultrasound which led to a biopsy. Nothing wrong. That will be $4,000. And I still have the annoying cough, which I have decided is stress.

So, am watching Doctor Who. Fine with the new doctor but I am over Clara and am grateful the last two episodes weren't as awful as the first few. I am over Steven Moffat, too.

Gave on Legends. Too violent. Waiting for Elementary. Took up nothing new this season as I spend too much time in front of the TV anyway.

Now, back to work. . .
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I always suspected Kevin Sorbo was an arrogant rightwing asshole. Now I know for sure.
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Saw Daniel Radcliffe on The Kitchen this morning. He is tiny. And he loves burgers.

I have also seen the brief clip of upcoming Who but being an Amurican, can't understand what the Dalek is saying.

Oh, and I am making progress on the library. Painted some trim today until my wrist informed me I should stop.

No word on whether older brother made it back from Siberia. I know his house was broken into while he was gone. Yikes.
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I have a mental list of 10,000 things to do. As soon as I cross one off the top, a new one pops up at the bottom.

So far this week. . .we made the final payment to the house painter. It went WAY over budget but we were expecting some over budget. He planned to be done April 1 and finished (except for some storm windows) on May 23. Not THAT much over, however. The blood must have drained from my face because he apologized profusely and explained every detail. Fortunately, Steve's uncle passed away and left us some money so we could afford to pay one year's combined salary to paint the house. (We work for a small town newspaper. It's not that much.) Plus we got an excellent job and I will sell the house before I have it done again.

Planted the garden. That didn't take too long, especially since I guilted my husband, who is a much more expert gardener than me, into helping. Only an hour and half but it was warm out there. We have a small garden this year. Five hills of pumpkins. Three rows of carrots. Two each of rainbow chard and zinnias. Six tomatoes. Three peppers and three eggplants. No exotic things like fennel or endive.

I planted some sunflower seeds along the south side of the house since my house painter would cry if I put up trellis and morning glories and covered his paint job. Or damaged it.

Have to exchange a defective arbor I paid $100 for for two $50 arbors. Lots of Roundup. Yes, yes, organic and all that. Believe me, bindweed and goats head LAUGH at organic. It took me three years to get most of the bindweed beaten back in the rose bed and hollyhock garden and now the $#*(@& goats head is coming in strong.

Then spend some time back in my north parlor, patching plaster and washing walls. I hope to be priming by next weekend at the latest. Plus a graduation party and working at the theater for the Sunday matinee so other high school students can attend graduation. I am hoping for a slow turnout of "The Other Woman."

Now to get someone to pour patio, take out an old tree, replace a back door, paint a front door. . .
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Google Miles City Bucking Horse Sale. A.K.A. Cowboy Mardi Gras. Town of 8500 people with 5000 folks coming for the sale plus several hundred horses and some bulls. At least one Japanese film crew. More beer sold in one weekend than the rest of the year. Parades. Rodeos. FOOD. An excuse to have a big picnic when the weather is much more moderate than July 4.

Much fun. Much exhaustion. No house guests this year and we are skipping the matched bronc rides today to work on the house. I planted a new miniature spirea and my back is complaining already.
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Remember Kaa in Disney's "The Jungle Book." Always having trouble with his sinuses. That's me. I have a barometer in my head and with the changeable weather we have been having, they are trying to kill me.

On the other hand, the wallpaper is gone from the north parlor walls, the tin ceiling is on order, most of the room is cleared out and the couch there is going to become the 'garage' sofa for a pair of Great Danes.

Planted a few plants and some seeds and spread mulch. Looks nice.

Exterior house painting, which was to have been done by May 1 at the latest, is not. Weather has been screwing that up regularly. You can't paint when the wind is howling or it is raining and it has been doing one or other. Not much rain. Just spitting. We are in drought cycle again, but enough to stop painting.

When clearing out the north parlor, I found a hard copy of a fantasy short story I wrote 20 years and got me an actual personalized rejection letter! It's not bad. I was surprised.

Today, I am debating giving the pantry a good clean and clear and maybe taking on washing some walls in the north parlor. This is what I am doing for vacation.
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