How's It Tuesday Already
May. 9th, 2006 12:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
itsallovernowI'm sort of in love with my Ficathon grid. It's blue and pretty and I'm fairly certain that most of the assignees/assigned will be ultra pleased.
That, however, is the best thing about my day, which started with my father calling to tell me his wife was going to put him in a nursing home for complaining about his teeth (not true, at all, although I wouldn't blame her if she did). The phone call ended with me telling him that if he didn't stop feeling sorry for himself, and start appreciating things, I wouldn't take phone calls from him any more. Then I went into the bathroom at work and cried, because I work in a cube and shared this lovely adventure it parent/child relations with my entire office.
I feel like the only option I've got left is to move back home, to find a job in Colorado so I can take some of the burden of my step-mother. And that makes me want to cry even harder. Everytime I get some creative momentum going, I feel like real life just steps in and stomps on it. And maybe being an artist means that you work through it, turn these moments into art, but mostly I want to turn them into rage and tears.
Anyone of a mind to cheer me up through drabbles, or anything that makes them happy, the efforts would not go unappreciated.
On a far more amusing note, one of the SMRT-TV writers linked the "Cops in Space" article to Whedonesque, and man are the responses making me giggle, mostly in a good way. I'm tempted to join so I can respond, but it's sort of more fun to just read. My particular favorites are the one about "Firefly" fullfilling the requirements I'd laid out for "Cops in Space", the other wanting Brian Henson to make a TV show. Do you think someone should tell him?
That, however, is the best thing about my day, which started with my father calling to tell me his wife was going to put him in a nursing home for complaining about his teeth (not true, at all, although I wouldn't blame her if she did). The phone call ended with me telling him that if he didn't stop feeling sorry for himself, and start appreciating things, I wouldn't take phone calls from him any more. Then I went into the bathroom at work and cried, because I work in a cube and shared this lovely adventure it parent/child relations with my entire office.
I feel like the only option I've got left is to move back home, to find a job in Colorado so I can take some of the burden of my step-mother. And that makes me want to cry even harder. Everytime I get some creative momentum going, I feel like real life just steps in and stomps on it. And maybe being an artist means that you work through it, turn these moments into art, but mostly I want to turn them into rage and tears.
Anyone of a mind to cheer me up through drabbles, or anything that makes them happy, the efforts would not go unappreciated.
On a far more amusing note, one of the SMRT-TV writers linked the "Cops in Space" article to Whedonesque, and man are the responses making me giggle, mostly in a good way. I'm tempted to join so I can respond, but it's sort of more fun to just read. My particular favorites are the one about "Firefly" fullfilling the requirements I'd laid out for "Cops in Space", the other wanting Brian Henson to make a TV show. Do you think someone should tell him?
