Officially giving up the Grownup Badge
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itsallovernowFirst of all - glad to see that the Floridians seem to be safe and sound!! That is a relief. And I hope the travelers all had a fine time:)
And almost first of all, hugs, kisses, eyelash batting adoring glances, and possibly my first born to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
infinitemonkeys for the fabulous array of CD's she burned and sent to me!! Thank you, thank you, thank you!! Anything you'd like in return, or trade, just name your price, baby!!
The weekend was long, and hot, and trying and exhausting, and in small pockets- fabulous. Time with the boy was interrupted to go to the emergency room for my friend C at 2:00 a.m.. Her appendix burst, and I've been staying with her at her house for the past two days since she doesn't have any family here. I'm glad to be able to help, to walk the dog and get her things and just be there for her. There's nothing like illness to make you feel completely alone.
I've got a hate on for Kinkos, but 30 brochures got delivered this morning. That's saying something. Believe me when I tell you this. The odds were looking incredibly iffy at about 11:30 last night.
I'm exhausted, I have a headache, and I do not have the $10,000 estimated for the closing costs on a condo. I feel like I'm back to square one, and realize the time and research and savings may solve this problem, but mostly I want to cry and stomp my feet and say, but I want it now!!!
I did no writing this weekend. I did go to a fabulous BBQ at the lovely casa desabine101 and sorlklewis who was supposed to be up very early this morning for a P.E. class:) I hope she made it. I drank a little too much gin, and had far, far too many cigarettes and talked too loudly and too much, but I had a marvelous time. It was lovely to rescind the adulthood, and just hang out on a lovely summer night for a few hours, before going back to Kinkos at 12:30 to correct the margins of my brochure.
rubberneck is just barrelling through the climax of Little Acorns, so it's looking like we'll be watching the trailer soon:)
That being said, I've really liked the 50 things meme, seen most recently inelishavah's LJ, so I'm sheeping along.
Five Things You May Not Know About My Time in School are:
1. I was captain of the Knowledge Bowl team in high school (which was like a geek version of Jeopardy, we even went on the public tv stations version of the game, but I couldn't master the buzzers).
2. The worst thing I've ever done was to make fun of a boy in grade school who was pretty well made fun of by everyone. I only did it once, and I've never forgiven myself, never forgotten the shame of behaving like that. It's pretty much shaped my behavior 22 years later.
3. I won an award for a watercolor I did in high school. I took art every year, and loved it, loved painting and sculpture and would throw pots until the cows come home. But they were very bad pots.
4. I never finished my archaeology of Roman Britain final paper after I left grad school. It's probably the first and only class I ever failed, hell, ever got less than a B+ in. (I'm assuming I failed. The prof went on a dig at the end of term, so everyone got an incomplete. I've never looked up the revised transcript).
5. I was accepted to the University of Montana to do an M.A. in Forensic Anthropology, but Buffalo had already accepted my money before Montana got around to notifiying me. I wish I'd taken there offer instead.
Five Things You May Not Know About the Job (Jobs) I Have (or Had) are:
1. My first paid job was working at Wendy's, which I hated with a passion, and was undoubtedly insufferable to be around during that summer long foray. I hated my mother for making me get a job. She never even felt bad about my suffering.
2. I worked at Barnes and Noble the summer I copied mortgage documents 8 hours a day, and OD on public radio. I loved the job thoroughly and completely.
3. In college, I was the coordinator for Women's Issues/Hunger and Homelessness Issues in the Community Service office. I organized all of the extensive volunteer programs, as well as the volunteers and put on a weeks worth of programming for Hunger and Homelessness awareness week, including an open mike night at which my favorite professor, Thomas McCarthy of the mismatched sweater and ruddy cheeks and lovely Irish accent read some of his own poetry and 9:30 on a Friday night, and just made me cry with gratitude. I'm still proud of the work I did in that job. We managed to get a series of photographs taken by street kids and exhibited them in the college chapel and it was such an undertaking, dealing with sums of money that I couldn't even conceive of anyone giving to us and the just signed right off on the project.
4. I really do work at work:) I'm just very good at what I do when I'm busy:) I love designing press kits and marketing materials for non-profits, when that's what we're doing. There's something really intriguing about pulling together information, and shaping it into something new and exciting. Also, I'm the office technical guru. Shut up, nothing's exploded yet:)
5. I went to an urban farm on a story, and got freaked out by an Emu, wouldn't go through the ticket gate because the Emu was standing at the end just staring at me!! It kept bobbing it's head all crazy like:)
Five Things You May Not Know About My Online Life are:
1. Thassalia was me being lazy. It sounded vaguely like the Greek word for sea, was close enough for government work and it looked pretty written down.
2. I get all excited when I figure out who LJ people are in relation to pseuds they've used for X-Files fic. It's like feeling that you know an actor or a singer because of there work, and I always want to say, oh my god, that's who you are! I try not to do that, I think it'd freak them out.
3. I do not forsee ever making myself an icon. And I have now learned how to use Photoshop. I'd much rather shamelessly beg from my friends. That's probably a sad statement about my ambitions.
4. I have sent pathetically little feedback to X-Files authors because I felt like sending feedback was an admission that I was obsessed with fic. Clearly, I've gotten over that:) But there are many, many fabulous authors in that fandom whose work I respect and admire and adore and I'll never forget that illicit thrill of reading my first piece of fic, the sort of sickening, almost sexual thrill of seeing fic published online, and reading it, and thinking OMG! And not being able to look away. I think the first thing I read was something by Rachel Anton. And there was sex! Scully, having sex. Having sex with Krycek. And Mulder crying. Hee. I've no idea how well regarded this fic is, but I was in shock and awe and stayed up until 3:00 in the morning to finish it and then couldn't sleep.
5. I read, in comparison to what's out there, very little fic. Unless it's by an author I know, I read to my preferences. I almost universally only want to read Farscape fic and X-Files fic. I don't have an interest in Buffy fic, or Angel fic, or Firefly fic (even though I'm writing it), because I just don't have that need to know about those shows, much as I adore them. I've read Stargate fic even though I don't watch because of the people writing it. I'll read other things here and there, author dependent, and I'd like to read some decent Touching Evil fic, even though I've only seen a few episodes. Also, I have a sick curiosity to find out if there's Trixie Belden fic out there because as a pre-teen, I was utterly obsessed and would read the entire series cover to cover over and over and over again and had their entire futures mapped out in my head. Fandom has convinced me that I'm not the only one:)
Five Things You May Not Know About Where I Live are:
1. Saturday was the Birthday of the founding of the City of Angeles (I don't know which Birthday sadly, although I should).
2. I love my apartment. It's red walls and crappy wooden floors and pink '50's tile. I want to live there forever. By myself.
3. There's a section of Venice that was made into a series of waterway canals by Abbott Kinney that is one of my favorite places in the city. People have houses along the canals, with rowboats tied up to the dock, and there are ducks, and bridges. If I had real money, I'd live in one of those houses.
4. Los Angeles has the highest rate of undereducated adults of any major metropolitan area.
5. I can buy sushi quality fish in Korea town. Fish I can make sushi from in my kitchen, this freaks me out and fascinates me. Also, I could by both live ducks to eat, and little green salmonella ridden turtles in Chinatown. Neither of these things is likely to happen. Ever.
Five Things You May Not Know About My Core Personality are:
1. I am obsessive about the things I do. The typos are my brain frelling with my fingers.
2. I'm impatient with people who are slower than I am.
3. I make snap judgements. Sometimes I'm wrong. More often than I'd like to admit. But I've learned to admit my mistakes.
4. I have weird authority figure issues - I need the approval of the authority figures in my life, yet I really, really hate being told what to do.
5. I'm not shy, so much as sort of dazzled and terrified by people. This rarely stops me from talking, but I'm often worried about sounding geeky and shy or getting things wrong, so I keep my mouth shut when I'm uncomfortable. And I've only recently stopped blushing everytime people talk about fannish things in public and in person:)
Five Things You May Not Know About My Home Life are:
1. I have beautiful handmade furniture from my father. I treasure it, and mourn it at the same time. He promised me a bed frame and another bookshelf before the stroke. And it's never going to happen.
2. I've lived with M. for six years, and feel co-dependent, and abusive and abused, and adoring and pissed off and have a sneaking suspicion that we're not with people because it seems silly to have relationships when we're already married. Except, you know, we're not.
3. I live on Laurel Canyon. It's noisy and lovely and you can't talk on the phone in my bedroom.
4. I have more books everywhere, and only recently have I decided that I need to maybe get rid of some of them.
5. I really do call the TV Hal. And it still, occasionally, makes me blink in disgust at the size of it.
Five Things You May Not Know that I Desperately Want are:
1. One pair of $500 shoes. Someday.
2. A child.
3. A maid (that should maybe be ranked higher than those other two:)
4. To live closer to my loved ones.
5. To affect real change in the world, somehow. And a book contract. And a Ph.D.
Five Embarrassing Fannish Admissions I Have That You May Not Know are:
1. I find most MSR without conflict boring. My kink in fic was always the UST, not the togetherness. I don't feel the same about Farscape, but only if it's done well.
2. I wrote fic in junior high that was a fascinating amalgamation of my then fannish interests, first among them was Remington Steele and Elizabeth Peters Vicky Bliss books (with a plot stolen from Young Sherlock Holmes:)
3. I'm going to be on the fanfic panel at Burbank. This horrifies me, and terrifies me and gobsmacks me, for many, many reasons, none of them complimentary to myself. I, it's a great thing, and I was terribly pleased to be asked. And it's total snobbishness that's weirding me out - and the whole official element of it. But, I have serious mixed feelings.
4. I have been known to skip sections of plot in fic to read the UST and the sex. I don't always go back to fill in the blanks.
5. I read all, all of the S and M X-Files fic by Krystal Harrington (that can't be the right name, I'm totally making that up) because I'd just finished reading the story of O, and initially the fic seemed very daring if pretentious, but yeah. Really, not so much. It kind of soured me on X-Files fic for a while. Like wearing a slightly grimy, if nice sweater.
Five Things You May Not Know About What I Do in a Typical Day are:
1. Read the LA Times online and Get Fuzzy and Mutts in the actual paper.
2. Tell the cats to behave as I walk out the door. Like they've ever, every listened.
3. Drink coffee by the gallon.
4. Swear at the other people around me in their cars. I like to honk. Liking it less since my turn signal went out and I've realized that not everyone is stupid, some or just unfortunate.
5. Read the updates at the California Department of Education website, the Federal Education site, and the education sections of the local papers.
Five Things You May Not Know that are Really Important to My Character are:
1. My passion for information and intellect and knowledge.
2. A sense of social and personal justice.
3. A sense of humor. A really juvenile sense of humor.
4. Needing to be in control, whether it's being in charge, or just having a say, the say.
5. Judgement - balancing necessity and want, reacting viscerally to things without a judgement, but qualifiying them later. Needing to think that those reactions were caused by things that are worthy, are out of the ordinary.
And almost first of all, hugs, kisses, eyelash batting adoring glances, and possibly my first born to
infinitemonkeys for the fabulous array of CD's she burned and sent to me!! Thank you, thank you, thank you!! Anything you'd like in return, or trade, just name your price, baby!!The weekend was long, and hot, and trying and exhausting, and in small pockets- fabulous. Time with the boy was interrupted to go to the emergency room for my friend C at 2:00 a.m.. Her appendix burst, and I've been staying with her at her house for the past two days since she doesn't have any family here. I'm glad to be able to help, to walk the dog and get her things and just be there for her. There's nothing like illness to make you feel completely alone.
I've got a hate on for Kinkos, but 30 brochures got delivered this morning. That's saying something. Believe me when I tell you this. The odds were looking incredibly iffy at about 11:30 last night.
I'm exhausted, I have a headache, and I do not have the $10,000 estimated for the closing costs on a condo. I feel like I'm back to square one, and realize the time and research and savings may solve this problem, but mostly I want to cry and stomp my feet and say, but I want it now!!!
I did no writing this weekend. I did go to a fabulous BBQ at the lovely casa de
sabine101 and sorlklewis who was supposed to be up very early this morning for a P.E. class:) I hope she made it. I drank a little too much gin, and had far, far too many cigarettes and talked too loudly and too much, but I had a marvelous time. It was lovely to rescind the adulthood, and just hang out on a lovely summer night for a few hours, before going back to Kinkos at 12:30 to correct the margins of my brochure.rubberneck is just barrelling through the climax of Little Acorns, so it's looking like we'll be watching the trailer soon:)That being said, I've really liked the 50 things meme, seen most recently in
elishavah's LJ, so I'm sheeping along.Five Things You May Not Know About My Time in School are:
1. I was captain of the Knowledge Bowl team in high school (which was like a geek version of Jeopardy, we even went on the public tv stations version of the game, but I couldn't master the buzzers).
2. The worst thing I've ever done was to make fun of a boy in grade school who was pretty well made fun of by everyone. I only did it once, and I've never forgiven myself, never forgotten the shame of behaving like that. It's pretty much shaped my behavior 22 years later.
3. I won an award for a watercolor I did in high school. I took art every year, and loved it, loved painting and sculpture and would throw pots until the cows come home. But they were very bad pots.
4. I never finished my archaeology of Roman Britain final paper after I left grad school. It's probably the first and only class I ever failed, hell, ever got less than a B+ in. (I'm assuming I failed. The prof went on a dig at the end of term, so everyone got an incomplete. I've never looked up the revised transcript).
5. I was accepted to the University of Montana to do an M.A. in Forensic Anthropology, but Buffalo had already accepted my money before Montana got around to notifiying me. I wish I'd taken there offer instead.
Five Things You May Not Know About the Job (Jobs) I Have (or Had) are:
1. My first paid job was working at Wendy's, which I hated with a passion, and was undoubtedly insufferable to be around during that summer long foray. I hated my mother for making me get a job. She never even felt bad about my suffering.
2. I worked at Barnes and Noble the summer I copied mortgage documents 8 hours a day, and OD on public radio. I loved the job thoroughly and completely.
3. In college, I was the coordinator for Women's Issues/Hunger and Homelessness Issues in the Community Service office. I organized all of the extensive volunteer programs, as well as the volunteers and put on a weeks worth of programming for Hunger and Homelessness awareness week, including an open mike night at which my favorite professor, Thomas McCarthy of the mismatched sweater and ruddy cheeks and lovely Irish accent read some of his own poetry and 9:30 on a Friday night, and just made me cry with gratitude. I'm still proud of the work I did in that job. We managed to get a series of photographs taken by street kids and exhibited them in the college chapel and it was such an undertaking, dealing with sums of money that I couldn't even conceive of anyone giving to us and the just signed right off on the project.
4. I really do work at work:) I'm just very good at what I do when I'm busy:) I love designing press kits and marketing materials for non-profits, when that's what we're doing. There's something really intriguing about pulling together information, and shaping it into something new and exciting. Also, I'm the office technical guru. Shut up, nothing's exploded yet:)
5. I went to an urban farm on a story, and got freaked out by an Emu, wouldn't go through the ticket gate because the Emu was standing at the end just staring at me!! It kept bobbing it's head all crazy like:)
Five Things You May Not Know About My Online Life are:
1. Thassalia was me being lazy. It sounded vaguely like the Greek word for sea, was close enough for government work and it looked pretty written down.
2. I get all excited when I figure out who LJ people are in relation to pseuds they've used for X-Files fic. It's like feeling that you know an actor or a singer because of there work, and I always want to say, oh my god, that's who you are! I try not to do that, I think it'd freak them out.
3. I do not forsee ever making myself an icon. And I have now learned how to use Photoshop. I'd much rather shamelessly beg from my friends. That's probably a sad statement about my ambitions.
4. I have sent pathetically little feedback to X-Files authors because I felt like sending feedback was an admission that I was obsessed with fic. Clearly, I've gotten over that:) But there are many, many fabulous authors in that fandom whose work I respect and admire and adore and I'll never forget that illicit thrill of reading my first piece of fic, the sort of sickening, almost sexual thrill of seeing fic published online, and reading it, and thinking OMG! And not being able to look away. I think the first thing I read was something by Rachel Anton. And there was sex! Scully, having sex. Having sex with Krycek. And Mulder crying. Hee. I've no idea how well regarded this fic is, but I was in shock and awe and stayed up until 3:00 in the morning to finish it and then couldn't sleep.
5. I read, in comparison to what's out there, very little fic. Unless it's by an author I know, I read to my preferences. I almost universally only want to read Farscape fic and X-Files fic. I don't have an interest in Buffy fic, or Angel fic, or Firefly fic (even though I'm writing it), because I just don't have that need to know about those shows, much as I adore them. I've read Stargate fic even though I don't watch because of the people writing it. I'll read other things here and there, author dependent, and I'd like to read some decent Touching Evil fic, even though I've only seen a few episodes. Also, I have a sick curiosity to find out if there's Trixie Belden fic out there because as a pre-teen, I was utterly obsessed and would read the entire series cover to cover over and over and over again and had their entire futures mapped out in my head. Fandom has convinced me that I'm not the only one:)
Five Things You May Not Know About Where I Live are:
1. Saturday was the Birthday of the founding of the City of Angeles (I don't know which Birthday sadly, although I should).
2. I love my apartment. It's red walls and crappy wooden floors and pink '50's tile. I want to live there forever. By myself.
3. There's a section of Venice that was made into a series of waterway canals by Abbott Kinney that is one of my favorite places in the city. People have houses along the canals, with rowboats tied up to the dock, and there are ducks, and bridges. If I had real money, I'd live in one of those houses.
4. Los Angeles has the highest rate of undereducated adults of any major metropolitan area.
5. I can buy sushi quality fish in Korea town. Fish I can make sushi from in my kitchen, this freaks me out and fascinates me. Also, I could by both live ducks to eat, and little green salmonella ridden turtles in Chinatown. Neither of these things is likely to happen. Ever.
Five Things You May Not Know About My Core Personality are:
1. I am obsessive about the things I do. The typos are my brain frelling with my fingers.
2. I'm impatient with people who are slower than I am.
3. I make snap judgements. Sometimes I'm wrong. More often than I'd like to admit. But I've learned to admit my mistakes.
4. I have weird authority figure issues - I need the approval of the authority figures in my life, yet I really, really hate being told what to do.
5. I'm not shy, so much as sort of dazzled and terrified by people. This rarely stops me from talking, but I'm often worried about sounding geeky and shy or getting things wrong, so I keep my mouth shut when I'm uncomfortable. And I've only recently stopped blushing everytime people talk about fannish things in public and in person:)
Five Things You May Not Know About My Home Life are:
1. I have beautiful handmade furniture from my father. I treasure it, and mourn it at the same time. He promised me a bed frame and another bookshelf before the stroke. And it's never going to happen.
2. I've lived with M. for six years, and feel co-dependent, and abusive and abused, and adoring and pissed off and have a sneaking suspicion that we're not with people because it seems silly to have relationships when we're already married. Except, you know, we're not.
3. I live on Laurel Canyon. It's noisy and lovely and you can't talk on the phone in my bedroom.
4. I have more books everywhere, and only recently have I decided that I need to maybe get rid of some of them.
5. I really do call the TV Hal. And it still, occasionally, makes me blink in disgust at the size of it.
Five Things You May Not Know that I Desperately Want are:
1. One pair of $500 shoes. Someday.
2. A child.
3. A maid (that should maybe be ranked higher than those other two:)
4. To live closer to my loved ones.
5. To affect real change in the world, somehow. And a book contract. And a Ph.D.
Five Embarrassing Fannish Admissions I Have That You May Not Know are:
1. I find most MSR without conflict boring. My kink in fic was always the UST, not the togetherness. I don't feel the same about Farscape, but only if it's done well.
2. I wrote fic in junior high that was a fascinating amalgamation of my then fannish interests, first among them was Remington Steele and Elizabeth Peters Vicky Bliss books (with a plot stolen from Young Sherlock Holmes:)
3. I'm going to be on the fanfic panel at Burbank. This horrifies me, and terrifies me and gobsmacks me, for many, many reasons, none of them complimentary to myself. I, it's a great thing, and I was terribly pleased to be asked. And it's total snobbishness that's weirding me out - and the whole official element of it. But, I have serious mixed feelings.
4. I have been known to skip sections of plot in fic to read the UST and the sex. I don't always go back to fill in the blanks.
5. I read all, all of the S and M X-Files fic by Krystal Harrington (that can't be the right name, I'm totally making that up) because I'd just finished reading the story of O, and initially the fic seemed very daring if pretentious, but yeah. Really, not so much. It kind of soured me on X-Files fic for a while. Like wearing a slightly grimy, if nice sweater.
Five Things You May Not Know About What I Do in a Typical Day are:
1. Read the LA Times online and Get Fuzzy and Mutts in the actual paper.
2. Tell the cats to behave as I walk out the door. Like they've ever, every listened.
3. Drink coffee by the gallon.
4. Swear at the other people around me in their cars. I like to honk. Liking it less since my turn signal went out and I've realized that not everyone is stupid, some or just unfortunate.
5. Read the updates at the California Department of Education website, the Federal Education site, and the education sections of the local papers.
Five Things You May Not Know that are Really Important to My Character are:
1. My passion for information and intellect and knowledge.
2. A sense of social and personal justice.
3. A sense of humor. A really juvenile sense of humor.
4. Needing to be in control, whether it's being in charge, or just having a say, the say.
5. Judgement - balancing necessity and want, reacting viscerally to things without a judgement, but qualifiying them later. Needing to think that those reactions were caused by things that are worthy, are out of the ordinary.
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Date: 2004-09-07 09:16 pm (UTC)You were right to be freaked out by an emu, then. *g*
Do you still paint? And/or throw pots?
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Date: 2004-09-07 09:50 pm (UTC)I still paint once in a while. I have all of the stuff to do it, but it just never seems like the right time or the right space. I want to muralize my wall, and if I buy a condo, I'm gonna do it before I move:) I love watercolors for the unpredictability of them, the way you can play with texture and form and light. The way that the paint on the rough paper changes when you pour salt on, or rub it with your fingers or spray a drying brush stroke with water and it spatters out like dye on a paper towel:)
No throwing pots though. Although I really did love it. And my mom took all of those first pots and kept them, even the ones without bases from when I tried to take them off the wheel and couldn't get the wire down far enough to keep the base, but fired them anyway because I looooved to glaze and fire them:)
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Date: 2004-09-07 09:36 pm (UTC)Don't give up hope yet! I closed with less than $3,000 in closing costs. Shop around for a mortgage broker who will try to find the best deal for you. If you only went to one bank, try others, and try credit unions. The bank was only willing to give me a $82,000 mortgage, while some brokers were willing to go up to $160,000 (which was too high, I thought). There are special mortgage programs for first time buyers where instead of 20% down, you only need 1%-3% percent down. Yes, you have to pay Private Mortgage Insurance (PMI) until you build up 20 % equity, but it is worth it. Also, my mortgage broker wrote up the paper work so that the seller paid closing costs. Basically, if the seller wanted $100,000 and closing costs are $10,000 , the written offer for the house is for $110,000 and the seller pays the closing costs out of his/her escrow.
Yeah, I know you didn't really ask for advice, but I've been through the same thing that you are going through now, so I had to pipe up!
Good luck - and I hope the headache goes away
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Date: 2004-09-07 09:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-07 11:38 pm (UTC)I hope you get the condo of your dreams soon!
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Date: 2004-09-07 09:55 pm (UTC)And believe me, I'm gobsmacked by this. *g*
> I'm impatient with people who are slower than I am. <
Me too. Spent 40 minutes on the phone with a client for a conversation that should have taken 15. I got off, snarling about "talky meat! Shut up, talky meat!" My boss didn't get the reference.
I think you should write a book and get a PhD. Hey, any interest in NaNoWriMo? I'm tempted but November's a crappy month for that, what with Burbank and Thanksgiving. They should do it in October instead.
> I'm going to be on the fanfic panel at Burbank. This horrifies me, and terrifies me and gobsmacks me, for many, many reasons, none of them complimentary to myself. I, it's a great thing, and I was terribly pleased to be asked. And it's total snobbishness that's weirding me out - and the whole official element of it. But, I have serious mixed feelings.<
It'll be okay. Do you have a moderator? Pick one from amongst you or Adam will do it, and then god help you. You should be complimented: it is an honor, and it means you haven't pissed off as many people in this fandom as I have. *eg* Besides, ask nicely and I may sit on Froon if you need me to, okay? *g* Or would you prefer me to come up and ask embarrassing/controversial questions?
"Is fanfic art?" "Isn't fanfic just masturbation?" "Don't you think you're stealing the creativity of other people?" "Fanfic is plagerism!" "All fanfic is AU: only the show gives us real characterization." "All slash is AU and icky!" "Ficwriters are antisocial obsessives with no comprehension of reality." "Fanfic writers can't spell!"
> I have been known to skip sections of plot in fic to read the UST and the sex <
Whereas I have been known to skip the sex to get to the plot. Heee.
> I read all, all of the S and M X-Files fic by Krystal Harrington <
Ack! ALL of it? Ewwww. Kristal S. Oxley-Johns, I believe. ::shudders:: I learned far too much about her sex life in the bits I read. Plus, Scully would never call Mulder "Master". Like, ever.
Oh, and do talk to another mortgage broker. There are special programs for first-time buyers, some with downpayments as low as 5% or even less. Sometimes the city will do some special matching loans or grants. Find a broker who can get creative on your behalf.
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Date: 2004-09-07 10:20 pm (UTC)"talky meat! Shut up, talky meat!" My boss didn't get the reference. hee hee. Oh, dude, this is gonna have me giggling all day.
I'm gonna sign up for NaNoWriMo, despite it's Novemberishness. I want to try it at least. But yeah, I really wish it was in another month. Like January. We all need a boost in January.
It'll be okay. Do you have a moderator? Pick one from amongst you or Adam will do it, and then god help you. You should be complimented: it is an honor, and it means you haven't pissed off as many people in this fandom as I have. *eg* Besides, ask nicely and I may sit on Froon if you need me to, okay? *g* Or would you prefer me to come up and ask embarrassing/controversial questions?
Hee:) I do feel like it's an honor. I'm incredibly pleased, but yeah. You know. And hee, I'm asking nicely right now. Please, please!! Hee. But, I've got no issues with the embarrassing/controversial questions. I think it'll be fun. If Kath, Feldman and I survived our, "How to write sex, embarrass yourselves and list all of the synomyms for genitalia in half an hour" fic panel, I think this should be a breeze. ( I say that, laughing and choking hysterically as the fear sets in). So yes, even if you're asking me if fanfic/art is fannish masturbation, coming from you, it'll be a relief:)
Kristal S. Oxley-Johns, That sounds more plausible:) hee. Yup, all of it. I couldn't help myself. It just kept going, and going, and you couldn't look away (I couldn't look away. Yeah. I'm not proud of this, undestand:) It, um, yeah. I had to pretty much go back and start from square one in terms of reading fic in order to sort of wring out my brain. The problem was that the writing was good - well, it was fine, but, but...
And thank you so much for all of the advice and support regarding the house/mortgage stuff. I can't tell you how much it's helped!! It's kept me calm and centered and focused, and less nutty than I'd otherwise be. I swear that something's taken over my brain in this real estate frenzy, and I can't react to anything rationally.
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Date: 2004-09-08 05:14 pm (UTC)And remember, we're going to be in the audience
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Date: 2004-09-08 05:12 pm (UTC)I have to admit that I did this too but only because I'm an incorrigible deviant (in my head, anyway). *snicker*
And yeah, "master"? Not in this lifetime or any other.
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Date: 2004-09-07 10:44 pm (UTC)See? We told you it'd be fine. Also, I did indeed get up for class (for I was smart, and had nothing to drink but ice tea and coke!), but I put theory into practice, signed my name on the sheet, and stumbled back home to sleep in till nearly 11 this morning. It was good.
Marcus said at one point he took a head count, and there were at least 28 people at the BBQ. ::shakes head in amazement::
Anyway, must run. Hugs and catch you later!
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Date: 2004-09-07 11:18 pm (UTC)And yeah, it was a fabulous bbq:) Take care honey!
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Date: 2004-09-07 11:04 pm (UTC)Like the meme ... now I feel like I know you better :)
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Date: 2004-09-07 11:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-08 01:34 am (UTC)your writing is great, and your "passion for information, intellect and knowledge" is a gift! *g*
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Date: 2004-09-08 02:15 pm (UTC)Oh, and a little piece of random information, which you may or may not already know: one of the best ways to make an Australian writhe in agony and scream 'OH MY GOD MAKE IT STOP' is to pronounce 'emu' as 'ee-moo'. On the other hand, if you want to instantly make them your friend for life (and increase your chances of them buying you a beer later on and declaring you an honourary Australian... which is a good thing... really...), it's pronounced 'eem-yoo'. *g*
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Date: 2004-09-08 05:57 pm (UTC)