I guess I'm like Molly Brown, unsinkable even while going down with this ship
I'm continuing to intrigue the local librarians with the variety of my movie choices. Free rentals are awesome. This week's viewing includes:
♥ M (German)
♥ Secretary
♥ Shakespeare in Love
I have 4 weeks left of work and then I am free until August. No pay, but no work either, which I'd be lying if I said I wasn't looking forward to and counting down the days. I've definitely reached burnout stage these last few weeks in the run up to our biggest events of the year. I've made multiple stupid mistakes, such as failing to catch errors in my editing jobs, losing my keys multiple times, and apparently forgetting to save a document for a client that I spent 3 hours on. I don't want to take appointments anymore because I've gotten so behind with basic data recording procedures----not that refusing appointments is an option. I'd just like to do it. I was so jittery Thursday, the day of the lost document, that a coworker pulled me aside after watching me search fruitlessly through my computer and told me to "go pet the puppies and calm down." (There were therapy dogs set up outside our building.) He has good ideas sometimes.
adaon6 has informed me that I, in my incarnation as Smarty Cat, am internet famous. Sort of. In a very niche demographic. While attempting to restore the Blissful Ignorance forum, he checked out the search analytics and I am 2 of the top 3 queries driving traffic to the site. That is... surprising. Strange. Unexpected. I had no idea I was still so... known? Popular? The terms seem weird at this point. I don't get emails, reviews, comments, etc. much anymore as Smarty Cat or Inverse Calico. I certainly haven't posted anything interesting in awhile. Where are the people searching for me or my fics? I like talking to people.
Also, I do have some 1xR and other Gundam Wing stuff in the works! It's all just very rough and short right now. Have some snippets.
The Teddy
It was monstrous, stupendous, colossal, gigantic. Simply put it was LARGE though one syllable words really didn't do it the justice that its impressive stature deserved. It was without a doubt the biggest teddy bear Relena had ever seen.
"Heero, you've outdone yourself this time," she muttered, idly fingering one round fur covered ear. ""I wonder if this means I won't be getting a birthday present this year."
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The light from the bathroom fell in a clean line across her bedroom floor, dimly illuminating even the darkest, farthest corners. She froze and gasped as the glitter of button eyes flashed in the half gloom.
The teddy bear had moved.
Not only that. The teddy bear was standing up.
And coming towards her with its arms stretched out.
So she did the only sensible thing she could have done. She screamed and ripped one of the lamps out of the wall and hurled it at the teddy's head.
The bear went down in a shower of sparks and shattered glass, twitched three times, and remained unmoving.
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With great effort--the damn thing was heavy--she dragged the teddy across the room, away from the dangerous slivers. More slipped out of its fur with each heave. Finally stopping in what she deemed a satisfactory spot, Relena released the bear's legs without ceremony.
Did it 'oof'?
She thought it did.
Good.
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"I'm rather disappointed actually. I had though it was traditional to jump out of a cake, not dress up as a teddy bear."
"You like teddy bears."
"I like cake too."
"My traditional gift to you--"
"--is a teddy bear. I know." She yanked the suit down. "You can flaunt tradition occasionally, you know. It's acceptable. Though you're supposed to slip in, leave the gift, let me glimpse you, and slip out. Not disguise yourself and stay. So I suppose you could be considered flaunting tradition," she mused.
"You're not cooperating, Relena."
Untitled Kissing Ficlet
Watching him, she stepped closer, lifted a hand between them, brushed the side of his neck, touched his face. He stiffened at first, then dipped his head into her head and her fingers splayed across his cheek, brushing into his hair.
"Hi," she said softly.
"Hi," he repeated back. "Relena, I don't...."
She watched one of his hands rise, waver, then come to rest cupped around her elbow. His thumb absently stroked the fine, soft skin there and her breath caught.
"Heero?"
"Hm?"
"You did fine. Kiss me again."
Dorothy in a Graveyard
Serenity was strange where dead men fell. Should not the clash of battle and the screams still echo on through the centuries, indelibly printed into a land steeped with blood? Yet the birds still sang songs of spring, love, rebirth, and new life, and the sun shone and warmed her back, and a gentle breeze blew through her long pale hair.
"Hello, cousin. Here I stand--an empty body before an empty grave. What a pair we are. You will be happy to know that the earth survived mostly intact, thanks to the efforts of Miss Relena's knights.
"I would have brought you flowers, except that would have been out of character for me. Or maybe not. I feel my character slipping away with the gentleness and forgiveness of this world. We are lost, cousin, you to death and I to this... this existence, this life."
♥ M (German)
♥ Secretary
♥ Shakespeare in Love
I have 4 weeks left of work and then I am free until August. No pay, but no work either, which I'd be lying if I said I wasn't looking forward to and counting down the days. I've definitely reached burnout stage these last few weeks in the run up to our biggest events of the year. I've made multiple stupid mistakes, such as failing to catch errors in my editing jobs, losing my keys multiple times, and apparently forgetting to save a document for a client that I spent 3 hours on. I don't want to take appointments anymore because I've gotten so behind with basic data recording procedures----not that refusing appointments is an option. I'd just like to do it. I was so jittery Thursday, the day of the lost document, that a coworker pulled me aside after watching me search fruitlessly through my computer and told me to "go pet the puppies and calm down." (There were therapy dogs set up outside our building.) He has good ideas sometimes.
adaon6 has informed me that I, in my incarnation as Smarty Cat, am internet famous. Sort of. In a very niche demographic. While attempting to restore the Blissful Ignorance forum, he checked out the search analytics and I am 2 of the top 3 queries driving traffic to the site. That is... surprising. Strange. Unexpected. I had no idea I was still so... known? Popular? The terms seem weird at this point. I don't get emails, reviews, comments, etc. much anymore as Smarty Cat or Inverse Calico. I certainly haven't posted anything interesting in awhile. Where are the people searching for me or my fics? I like talking to people.
Also, I do have some 1xR and other Gundam Wing stuff in the works! It's all just very rough and short right now. Have some snippets.
The Teddy
It was monstrous, stupendous, colossal, gigantic. Simply put it was LARGE though one syllable words really didn't do it the justice that its impressive stature deserved. It was without a doubt the biggest teddy bear Relena had ever seen.
"Heero, you've outdone yourself this time," she muttered, idly fingering one round fur covered ear. ""I wonder if this means I won't be getting a birthday present this year."
--------------------------------------------------------
The light from the bathroom fell in a clean line across her bedroom floor, dimly illuminating even the darkest, farthest corners. She froze and gasped as the glitter of button eyes flashed in the half gloom.
The teddy bear had moved.
Not only that. The teddy bear was standing up.
And coming towards her with its arms stretched out.
So she did the only sensible thing she could have done. She screamed and ripped one of the lamps out of the wall and hurled it at the teddy's head.
The bear went down in a shower of sparks and shattered glass, twitched three times, and remained unmoving.
--------------------------------------------------------
With great effort--the damn thing was heavy--she dragged the teddy across the room, away from the dangerous slivers. More slipped out of its fur with each heave. Finally stopping in what she deemed a satisfactory spot, Relena released the bear's legs without ceremony.
Did it 'oof'?
She thought it did.
Good.
--------------------------------------------------------
"I'm rather disappointed actually. I had though it was traditional to jump out of a cake, not dress up as a teddy bear."
"You like teddy bears."
"I like cake too."
"My traditional gift to you--"
"--is a teddy bear. I know." She yanked the suit down. "You can flaunt tradition occasionally, you know. It's acceptable. Though you're supposed to slip in, leave the gift, let me glimpse you, and slip out. Not disguise yourself and stay. So I suppose you could be considered flaunting tradition," she mused.
"You're not cooperating, Relena."
Untitled Kissing Ficlet
Watching him, she stepped closer, lifted a hand between them, brushed the side of his neck, touched his face. He stiffened at first, then dipped his head into her head and her fingers splayed across his cheek, brushing into his hair.
"Hi," she said softly.
"Hi," he repeated back. "Relena, I don't...."
She watched one of his hands rise, waver, then come to rest cupped around her elbow. His thumb absently stroked the fine, soft skin there and her breath caught.
"Heero?"
"Hm?"
"You did fine. Kiss me again."
Dorothy in a Graveyard
Serenity was strange where dead men fell. Should not the clash of battle and the screams still echo on through the centuries, indelibly printed into a land steeped with blood? Yet the birds still sang songs of spring, love, rebirth, and new life, and the sun shone and warmed her back, and a gentle breeze blew through her long pale hair.
"Hello, cousin. Here I stand--an empty body before an empty grave. What a pair we are. You will be happy to know that the earth survived mostly intact, thanks to the efforts of Miss Relena's knights.
"I would have brought you flowers, except that would have been out of character for me. Or maybe not. I feel my character slipping away with the gentleness and forgiveness of this world. We are lost, cousin, you to death and I to this... this existence, this life."