I live! Sorta!
Yes, I still exist.
Short version: we're moving 120 miles down the road to Kannapolis, a suburb of Charlotte, NC. Tomorrow. I have been frantically packing and cleaning for the last week-and-change and have therefore been completely out of contact.
I'm really looking forward to the move...my issues with Durham are, um, well-documented, and I've always loved Charlotte. I just want to have moved by this point. But, nice town, awesome house, and it's Not In Durham, so I could be living contentedly in a tent.
Moment of commentary: I love Mercedes Lackey's Elemental Masters/reworked fairy tale books. I do. Except for the part where she dedicated one of 'em to the runaway Wisconsin senators (listed reverently as "The Wisconsin Fourteen") and the most recent to freakin' Occupy. Which sufficiently soured my enjoyment of the sample I read that I will not be buying it in hardback, if at all. I'm sorry, I find myself sharply uneasy around a bunch of people who believe themselves to be morally Correct while citing the French Revolution. Juuuuuuust can't get into it somehow. I loathe it when people let their politics color their art (from the right, too; wish Dean Koontz would write fluffy bathtub-reading thrillers like he used to). Still miss Two Lumps, which I dropped after they went all Penny Arcade and followed an unfunny, controversial strip with one that was worse.
Last but not least: the latest from my daughter, who found the instructions for her pogo stick (YES, one of my relatives gave her a pogo stick, and no, I have not killed them for it YET) and read them one morning: "Mommy, do I weigh more than forty ibs and less than eighty ibs? The box says I can't ride this unless I weigh less than eighty ibs." Somehow I managed to keep a straight face...
Short version: we're moving 120 miles down the road to Kannapolis, a suburb of Charlotte, NC. Tomorrow. I have been frantically packing and cleaning for the last week-and-change and have therefore been completely out of contact.
I'm really looking forward to the move...my issues with Durham are, um, well-documented, and I've always loved Charlotte. I just want to have moved by this point. But, nice town, awesome house, and it's Not In Durham, so I could be living contentedly in a tent.
Moment of commentary: I love Mercedes Lackey's Elemental Masters/reworked fairy tale books. I do. Except for the part where she dedicated one of 'em to the runaway Wisconsin senators (listed reverently as "The Wisconsin Fourteen") and the most recent to freakin' Occupy. Which sufficiently soured my enjoyment of the sample I read that I will not be buying it in hardback, if at all. I'm sorry, I find myself sharply uneasy around a bunch of people who believe themselves to be morally Correct while citing the French Revolution. Juuuuuuust can't get into it somehow. I loathe it when people let their politics color their art (from the right, too; wish Dean Koontz would write fluffy bathtub-reading thrillers like he used to). Still miss Two Lumps, which I dropped after they went all Penny Arcade and followed an unfunny, controversial strip with one that was worse.
Last but not least: the latest from my daughter, who found the instructions for her pogo stick (YES, one of my relatives gave her a pogo stick, and no, I have not killed them for it YET) and read them one morning: "Mommy, do I weigh more than forty ibs and less than eighty ibs? The box says I can't ride this unless I weigh less than eighty ibs." Somehow I managed to keep a straight face...