I was also distracting myself by being creepy about Greta, as you do.
I have a doctor's appointment at 1 that I am all O.O about, and my brain voice is pretty much like a lolspeak recording on repeat: do not want, fail, ur doin it rong, etc. And the thing is, it's not a bad appointment! I'm not likely to get poked with any needles and I don't have to take off my pants, so whatever, right? except do not waaaaaaaant! Noooooo!
So anyway, here.
Sally likes hanging out on top of this--stove related thingie which I cannot name. I don't cook! Ask me about the time at kalpurna's that I used a tiny little pot as a measuring cup because I couldn't tell the difference! Whatever, my cat is awful cute up there.
I made a big mess while trying to put blankets away; blankets and sheets everywhere! The cats considered this AWESOME.
Jack the Cat has rarely looked more content in his LIFE. This may have something to do with his being a TOTAL ASSHOLE, which he is, which I love him for, but anyway. He was one happy, happy cat.
Meanwhile Sally had migrated to her OTHER favorite place to be, which is in the basket of fake plant on top of my very tall fridge. It's a very nice fake plant! Much nicer than the real plants I tend to kill. My friend C. bought me a plant for a housewarming gift a couple years ago and said, "To keep this alive, you'll pretty much need to take care of it once a year, okay?" and I killed it. But anyway, Sally in her own personal jungle:
And finally, Sally being UNBEARABLY PRECIOUS, as you do when you're small and calico and double-pawed and curled up in a basket:
Sally turns a year old this month, guys. ♥♥♥
Also, six years ago today, I posted my first popslash story to an email list because if you're going to start posting RPS, April Fool's Day is as good a time as any! And rhyssj was like, "Hey, you don't suck, wanna come to LJ?" I already had an LJ that I never used, so I said, "Well, I'll never remember to use it, but I'll try?" and then I posted a story without a cut tag, and iirc no one even said anything about that, they just said nice things about the story.
Fandom on LJ was still kind of a baby then! *grins*
And now look at LJ, and look at the stupid trail of fandoms I can't let go of, and the--I don't even know how many stories I've written in the past six years, but it's many. Many. MANY. And yet still probably about half the number of the mostly really awful stories I wrote in X-Files fandom in 3 years.
I'm writing at about a quarter of my early speed. Consider that, current beta people who hate me for writing fast. Haha! Small bursts! And you guys are getting me while I'm comparatively decent, even if everything does come out all in brain voice and only sometimes in coherent English. Man, are you ever lucky.
Anyway, this was the LJ equivalent of clinging to the doorway with your fingernails digging in and making monotone all caps cat macro protests about buckets or something. Fail. Gotta go. BRB!
So anyway, here.
Sally likes hanging out on top of this--stove related thingie which I cannot name. I don't cook! Ask me about the time at kalpurna's that I used a tiny little pot as a measuring cup because I couldn't tell the difference! Whatever, my cat is awful cute up there.
I made a big mess while trying to put blankets away; blankets and sheets everywhere! The cats considered this AWESOME.
Jack the Cat has rarely looked more content in his LIFE. This may have something to do with his being a TOTAL ASSHOLE, which he is, which I love him for, but anyway. He was one happy, happy cat.
Meanwhile Sally had migrated to her OTHER favorite place to be, which is in the basket of fake plant on top of my very tall fridge. It's a very nice fake plant! Much nicer than the real plants I tend to kill. My friend C. bought me a plant for a housewarming gift a couple years ago and said, "To keep this alive, you'll pretty much need to take care of it once a year, okay?" and I killed it. But anyway, Sally in her own personal jungle:
And finally, Sally being UNBEARABLY PRECIOUS, as you do when you're small and calico and double-pawed and curled up in a basket:
Sally turns a year old this month, guys. ♥♥♥
Also, six years ago today, I posted my first popslash story to an email list because if you're going to start posting RPS, April Fool's Day is as good a time as any! And rhyssj was like, "Hey, you don't suck, wanna come to LJ?" I already had an LJ that I never used, so I said, "Well, I'll never remember to use it, but I'll try?" and then I posted a story without a cut tag, and iirc no one even said anything about that, they just said nice things about the story.
Fandom on LJ was still kind of a baby then! *grins*
And now look at LJ, and look at the stupid trail of fandoms I can't let go of, and the--I don't even know how many stories I've written in the past six years, but it's many. Many. MANY. And yet still probably about half the number of the mostly really awful stories I wrote in X-Files fandom in 3 years.
I'm writing at about a quarter of my early speed. Consider that, current beta people who hate me for writing fast. Haha! Small bursts! And you guys are getting me while I'm comparatively decent, even if everything does come out all in brain voice and only sometimes in coherent English. Man, are you ever lucky.
Anyway, this was the LJ equivalent of clinging to the doorway with your fingernails digging in and making monotone all caps cat macro protests about buckets or something. Fail. Gotta go. BRB!