Worse than cold turkey
Aug. 14th, 2003 10:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
itsallovernowThe router is currently working again, through a mysterious decision of it's own, which just makes me feel like I have to absorb everything I can online until it quits again, which it will, so I just skim over things instead of actually looking at anything in depth. In addition, one of my writers - who I have forbidden to touch my computer or to try and alter things on his - erased his IP address and then tried to replace it with one from another computer because he didn't want to ask me and have me yell at him, which I did anyway because he confused all the other computers on the network and we still couldn't get online. I told him if he ever did it again I'd make sure that he couldn't ever get online again.
We went to see two DJ's spin last night which was a lot of fun. I never go out, out on the weekdays anymore, so it really was a treat even though my feet hurt through the second set and I really wanted to sit down, but as I told M., I may be old enough so that I'd rather be warm than cute, I'm not so old that I'd rather have boring shoes than be cute.
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crankygrrl who is looking to change her life, but must deal with a work misery first. So if anyone's writing hot, angry sex, point it her way! (Well, point it all of our ways*g*).
My one year old niece knows baby sign language. It is beyond adorable, especially since she does everything with her own unique, redheaded variations. She's gonna be such a diva.
Wyoming was beautiful, dusty and smoke, full of pine and sun and clear, dry vistas. It smells like childhood to me, sounds like it in the sliding crunch of gravel under my feet, in the quiet of a small town where the sun beating onto wood and tin is the loudest thing going.
I walked into my grandmother's house, first time after her death, and finally felt her absence as the space filled with other people. The guys in my dad's band (grown men who have been part of his life since they were all raw, rangy teenage boys itching for trouble) rallied around him, ignoring his physical failings, knowing he's still himself. They set up his cherry red Carlos Santana Fender guitar, showed him how to play slide and he raged like Jimi Hendrix although chordless and a little off-key, and they didn't patronize, just played loud and beautiful enough so that he was part of it.
And KCRW is playing lots of Damien Rice for their pledge drive. How awful is it that I'd rather listen to the pledge drive than L.A.'s commercial radio?
We went to see two DJ's spin last night which was a lot of fun. I never go out, out on the weekdays anymore, so it really was a treat even though my feet hurt through the second set and I really wanted to sit down, but as I told M., I may be old enough so that I'd rather be warm than cute, I'm not so old that I'd rather have boring shoes than be cute.
Sending big hugs to
crankygrrl who is looking to change her life, but must deal with a work misery first. So if anyone's writing hot, angry sex, point it her way! (Well, point it all of our ways*g*).My one year old niece knows baby sign language. It is beyond adorable, especially since she does everything with her own unique, redheaded variations. She's gonna be such a diva.
Wyoming was beautiful, dusty and smoke, full of pine and sun and clear, dry vistas. It smells like childhood to me, sounds like it in the sliding crunch of gravel under my feet, in the quiet of a small town where the sun beating onto wood and tin is the loudest thing going.
I walked into my grandmother's house, first time after her death, and finally felt her absence as the space filled with other people. The guys in my dad's band (grown men who have been part of his life since they were all raw, rangy teenage boys itching for trouble) rallied around him, ignoring his physical failings, knowing he's still himself. They set up his cherry red Carlos Santana Fender guitar, showed him how to play slide and he raged like Jimi Hendrix although chordless and a little off-key, and they didn't patronize, just played loud and beautiful enough so that he was part of it.
And KCRW is playing lots of Damien Rice for their pledge drive. How awful is it that I'd rather listen to the pledge drive than L.A.'s commercial radio?
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Date: 2003-08-14 10:47 am (UTC)I might post the rough snippet of my Aeryn/Lechna alley way sex scene just to cheer her up and because she keeps hounding me about Naked!Lechna.
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Date: 2003-08-14 11:09 am (UTC)I might sit down and write just that. It'll be totally out of context, because the rest of the story isn't written... but, hey, angry sex! How can you complain, right?
And if it cheers up
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Date: 2003-08-14 11:11 am (UTC)Do it!
Hot sex! Whoo-hoo!
You write hot sex, I'll post Lechna sex.
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Date: 2003-08-14 11:18 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2003-08-14 11:31 am (UTC)And don't worry, my snippet is so rough, its bad.
Besides, sex scenes are easy to write if so motivated. ;-)
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Date: 2003-08-14 12:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-14 12:35 pm (UTC)