Apparently Monday's aren't so hot for LiveJournal either

LJ seems to be having some issues this morning. It finally let me log on, but it won't let me see all of the posts since Friday, and it also won't always let me read the cut posts on certain entries. That is fascinating, especially since I'm in my typical Monday morning, not quite coherent stage and instead of being angry, just feel very confused.

Weekend was, well, a weekend. I had a great ballet class and a great Krav Maga class and now my knee hurts like a sonofabitch. That's generally the result, though. Played poker on Saturday night, all of those silly people and they're wild cards. There aren't wild cards in poker.

I took a break from writing after a huge fight with the woman at SBC who wouldn't tell me what was going on with my internet hookup because I didn't have the phone bill or M.'s SSN. I didn't realize she was going to put the service that I signed up for, and am paying for, on the phone bill, especially considering I used my name and credit card. I completely lost my temper and said some very rude things, but she was a moron. So, in other words, I'm still internet free at home. This must change.

Ooh, I did see Pirates of the Caribbean. I think I was the only person in the theater with a sense of humor because I was giddy and giggly all the way through, though it could have just been the eye candy.

And I finished Wyrd Sisters by Terry Pratchett. Everyone in the world has read Pratchett, and I am relatively new to him. I liked the word play, the Macbeth references and other Shakespeare riffs, and the idea of the power of words - using them, hearing them, manipulating them and flipping them around to suit your purpose, that belief in the words is often more important than that to which they refer.

And I'm dancing tonight, although I haven't made my CD. Let us all hope that my silver costume doesn't decide to come apart. I really have no intention of exposing myself to the audience, but I hate to sew and pretty much looked at the costume and said, meh, it'll be okay. I have been known to regret those words before.

All Right, That's A Sign That I Should Be Saving More Often

So, the disappearance and reappearance of my LJ was highly traumatic. I'm sure everyone can relate. It ate my journal, posted the entry I just wrote, and has now flipflopped, eating the entry but giving me back months worth of stuff. That's a trade I'll take.

It has just been such a Monday. It's a wretched cliche, but oh so true.

searose is right, there's a dearth of really good Farscape fic out right now. Most of it is in the coming soon to the cyberspace near you variety, which is great for sustaining a sense of anticipation, but I'm antsy. I want fic. I don't take this to mean a waning interest in the fandom however, as it's never been the most prolific fanfic community, although much of what's been produced has been far above av erage so that's a good trade off. And it means that when all these epics are finished, I'll have time to read them.

So, in a totally different vein, since I needed a tiny break from angst and plotty, chaptered fic, here's a snippet from the beginning of an original piece that will be backburnered until Blue Eyes is done. It's going to be urban fantasyish, but right now is just about summer and the things we want in those years when childhood is fading away, but hasn't yet been replaced by anythi ng concrete.

( Seagreen )