Mmm, that sure is some story.
I am so behind on my end-of-year review memes! I usually do three: first lines of every month, fic in review and year in review. But I did virtually no drabbles and three fics, for exchanges, and that's about it, so I'm not even sure about whether the fic meme is worth it (whaaaaat?). Year in review, definitely coming. It's been a hell of a thing. But the first lines meme is easy, and usually pretty delightful, so here we go:
January: I will cop to cultivating that superstition that whatever you're doing at midnight as the year turns over will reflect the rest of that year. If so, I am looking forward to a 2016 full of off-the-charts chemistry with complete strangers. I'm just so glad 2015 is over.
*HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
February: Job-hunting is awesome... except when you visit the websites of the jobs which are posted and which you could get, and you have to close out the tab because you honestly don't think you could bear it there.
March: I have so much to do today, especially because of the hard deadline the Agent Carter finale presents tonight.
*Obviously I am still angry my show got canceled. We really could have used it in 2017.
April: For the interested, I've got a good, prank-free linkspam at my RealName.com today (I promise you that is not a lie, which I understand is suspicious, but it's true).
May: I'm on a mission to figure out the tabs for "The Star-Spangled Man With a Plan."
June: The good news is that Dad and I have been having a genuinely good time.
*Narrator: There was not much good news, ultimately.
July: I can't really talk about this until/if [OUTLET] decides to go forward with this story, but I just got off the phone with a lady at the National Holocaust Museum and guys, the #SayNoToHydraCap campaign did so good and made them so happy.
*Ugh, the stupid outlet never did get back to me, which set off a pretty bad crisis of self for a couple of months, which was unnecessary and horrible to go through. This would have been a great story too.
August: I can't say today was full of the very worst waiting around, because I was getting paid for it, but it's deeply aggravating and also draining to wait for three-plus hours as your client assures you that it's better to have you on-hand, because something should be coming in for you shortly.
*HO HO HO, STILL HAVEN'T BEEN PAID FOR THIS JOB.
September: Of course you knew Mic was shitty, but did you know it's "without warning fire a pregnant section editor and her team the Thursday after her wedding" shitty?
October: At what point does one take next steps toward ensuring that you get paid money you're owed, especially if everyone at the organization for whom you worked over the summer refuses to return your correspondence?
November: Whatever else is happening, at least I have my NaNo summary together!
*OH YOU SWEET SUMMER CHILD.
December: This line from The West Wing is haunting me at the moment.
Ain't that the truth.
In other news, my last Things I'm Verbing of the year is up, and it's got the goods, friends: the best read on Carrie Fisher, the best screed against 2016 and the best way to reclaim yourself, your center and your agency. Also, for those looking for more information on what SUP moving LJ's physical servers to Russia might mean, read this. Most of the problems described have only been happening to Cyrillic journals, which is horrible and shitty enough on its own not to support the service anymore, but given the givens, I'm just not confident this doesn't have implications for non-Russian users too.
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January: I will cop to cultivating that superstition that whatever you're doing at midnight as the year turns over will reflect the rest of that year. If so, I am looking forward to a 2016 full of off-the-charts chemistry with complete strangers. I'm just so glad 2015 is over.
*HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
February: Job-hunting is awesome... except when you visit the websites of the jobs which are posted and which you could get, and you have to close out the tab because you honestly don't think you could bear it there.
March: I have so much to do today, especially because of the hard deadline the Agent Carter finale presents tonight.
*Obviously I am still angry my show got canceled. We really could have used it in 2017.
April: For the interested, I've got a good, prank-free linkspam at my RealName.com today (I promise you that is not a lie, which I understand is suspicious, but it's true).
May: I'm on a mission to figure out the tabs for "The Star-Spangled Man With a Plan."
June: The good news is that Dad and I have been having a genuinely good time.
*Narrator: There was not much good news, ultimately.
July: I can't really talk about this until/if [OUTLET] decides to go forward with this story, but I just got off the phone with a lady at the National Holocaust Museum and guys, the #SayNoToHydraCap campaign did so good and made them so happy.
*Ugh, the stupid outlet never did get back to me, which set off a pretty bad crisis of self for a couple of months, which was unnecessary and horrible to go through. This would have been a great story too.
August: I can't say today was full of the very worst waiting around, because I was getting paid for it, but it's deeply aggravating and also draining to wait for three-plus hours as your client assures you that it's better to have you on-hand, because something should be coming in for you shortly.
*HO HO HO, STILL HAVEN'T BEEN PAID FOR THIS JOB.
September: Of course you knew Mic was shitty, but did you know it's "without warning fire a pregnant section editor and her team the Thursday after her wedding" shitty?
October: At what point does one take next steps toward ensuring that you get paid money you're owed, especially if everyone at the organization for whom you worked over the summer refuses to return your correspondence?
November: Whatever else is happening, at least I have my NaNo summary together!
*OH YOU SWEET SUMMER CHILD.
December: This line from The West Wing is haunting me at the moment.
Ain't that the truth.
In other news, my last Things I'm Verbing of the year is up, and it's got the goods, friends: the best read on Carrie Fisher, the best screed against 2016 and the best way to reclaim yourself, your center and your agency. Also, for those looking for more information on what SUP moving LJ's physical servers to Russia might mean, read this. Most of the problems described have only been happening to Cyrillic journals, which is horrible and shitty enough on its own not to support the service anymore, but given the givens, I'm just not confident this doesn't have implications for non-Russian users too.
This was originally posted on Dreamwidth, where it has
comments. I would love to hear from you at DW! If you can see this post, you can comment here using OpenID. Thanks!