Pokey where shall we go on our adventure?
Okay, so I vanished off the face of the earth for close to a week. I'm here to convince you all that it wasn't a big deal, or barring that, try to bribe you off with thrilling anecdotes.
If that doesn't work, I'll buy a bomb shelter. (Assuming the shipping isn't too steep, which...it might be.)
Urk.
I'm just copy-pasting and re-annotating the short of it all from the Spiral forum I was on, so apologies if those over there get my whining twice.
I just came back from a week of grandparents who think I'm a lesbian.
(Which to them, means they think I'm about the lowest, msot shameful dreg I could possibly be in society. The only way to convince them otherwise would be to lasso myself a nerd man, and evne then, my taste in men wouldn't be their idea of a shiny, tin-can-clad fellow on a smelly, behooved creature with a lot of weird feathers in his hat.)
I went over int he first place because my farm-girl grandmother was having hte last of her radiation and I wanted to help do chores like an enthusiastic madwoman. So I painted doors, fixed hinges, weeded, scumemd out the pool, and remarked on the plague of toads for a week.
During this week, I had a female cousin who took me shopping (GAH!). Twice. (AAAGH!) she's a year older than me and blissfully married to generic christian man in generic christian blissful homelife. One of those shopping trips included underwear--and that's truly mortifying for me.
(Because I talk real big and perverse and when it comes down to it, I really hate that kind of stuff, and it embarasses the Hell out of me,a nd I really don't like spending other peoples' money even if it's for stuff I might like. Clothes are not things I generally like.)
I have a glorious, scholarship-winning brother who waited until now not to get his immunization forms for college in and is being a private-school-bred brat and expects me to spoonfeed the forms to him just because he slacked.
(Which I did, to the best of my ability, because I'm actually a fairly nice sister, even though I talk big like I'm a heartless bitch. I spent most of yesterday running selfsame errands for him only to reach the school, stand in line with him, and realize that he didnt' look up which form he needs, and so, he needs to have a physical and a meningitis shot or a waiver, and if he doesn't get signed up for classes before school starts, he'll lose $9,000 of scholarships just because the world isn't rolling over to help him and he doesn't understand that I can't do the stuff for him because I'll have to do stuff for him every week otherwise, as he doesn't figure out how the sites work and such...)
Earlier this morning, this became a problem because my father got upset with me for not offeirng ot help my brother again today, and refusing to do so under the callus pretense that he needs to man up to it and do it himself.
I then spent the rest of the morning afterwards mowing the lawn. My dad said in what he intended to be a cold voice that I wouldn't get any hours for it. (I need six hours of work a day to stay at home over the summer as an arrangement.)
I mowed anyway because it needs to be done, and otherwise my brother will jsut end up grounded and use it as an excuse not to do anything. This way, he has nothing else to really do except his schoolwork, and besides, I like mowing the lawn, strangely enough.
It was still about 95 degrees out today, though, and it was probably the hardest mow I've had yet, since it hadn't been done for nearly two weeks.
Afterwards, I went inside and drank some water, and came back out to sweep up. A light drizzle started. The breeze felt wodnerful, and I still felta bit better for the work at least.
My dad came home, saw the lawn done, and me sitting there sweeping without promise of payment, and he folded like the sentimentalist that he is.
Parents are nice like that--they usually want what's best for their kids, and seeing the kids being nice to eachtoher really makes them almost obscenely happy. It's pretty dificult to punish one kid for being nice to another kid.
I knew this, but that's not really why I did it.
Roast on the other hand, would have done it for that, and would have thought all that through before anything happened.
~aaaand a score of ravening fanfiction plotroaches seething to escape my brain. (Which personally, is pretty pleasant, and actually makes me happy.)
I'm writing a Spiral AU for Azalee-pon where instead of Kanone Hilbert leaving the blade children, Eyes Rutherford does.
That was all the challenge.
Fortunately, she left open WHY Eyes leaves, what side he joins, etc. So I'm having unspeakable fun being a dastard to poor, captive anime characters.
(Ohohoho~! The Melody of Logic ALWAYS plays the notes of truth!)
So far The Bridge of Sighs is up to fifty pages, and about seven chapters-worth. I'm starting to work on scenes out of order, though, so that comes out to six chapters in consecutive order, and maybe a little closer to forty pages publishable...
So currently that things feeding off my seething mess of headmeats with great relish. (And possibly ketchup.)
Tim's birthday is today. We're going off to eat with them later. It should be fun.
If that doesn't work, I'll buy a bomb shelter. (Assuming the shipping isn't too steep, which...it might be.)
Urk.
I'm just copy-pasting and re-annotating the short of it all from the Spiral forum I was on, so apologies if those over there get my whining twice.
I just came back from a week of grandparents who think I'm a lesbian.
(Which to them, means they think I'm about the lowest, msot shameful dreg I could possibly be in society. The only way to convince them otherwise would be to lasso myself a nerd man, and evne then, my taste in men wouldn't be their idea of a shiny, tin-can-clad fellow on a smelly, behooved creature with a lot of weird feathers in his hat.)
I went over int he first place because my farm-girl grandmother was having hte last of her radiation and I wanted to help do chores like an enthusiastic madwoman. So I painted doors, fixed hinges, weeded, scumemd out the pool, and remarked on the plague of toads for a week.
During this week, I had a female cousin who took me shopping (GAH!). Twice. (AAAGH!) she's a year older than me and blissfully married to generic christian man in generic christian blissful homelife. One of those shopping trips included underwear--and that's truly mortifying for me.
(Because I talk real big and perverse and when it comes down to it, I really hate that kind of stuff, and it embarasses the Hell out of me,a nd I really don't like spending other peoples' money even if it's for stuff I might like. Clothes are not things I generally like.)
I have a glorious, scholarship-winning brother who waited until now not to get his immunization forms for college in and is being a private-school-bred brat and expects me to spoonfeed the forms to him just because he slacked.
(Which I did, to the best of my ability, because I'm actually a fairly nice sister, even though I talk big like I'm a heartless bitch. I spent most of yesterday running selfsame errands for him only to reach the school, stand in line with him, and realize that he didnt' look up which form he needs, and so, he needs to have a physical and a meningitis shot or a waiver, and if he doesn't get signed up for classes before school starts, he'll lose $9,000 of scholarships just because the world isn't rolling over to help him and he doesn't understand that I can't do the stuff for him because I'll have to do stuff for him every week otherwise, as he doesn't figure out how the sites work and such...)
Earlier this morning, this became a problem because my father got upset with me for not offeirng ot help my brother again today, and refusing to do so under the callus pretense that he needs to man up to it and do it himself.
I then spent the rest of the morning afterwards mowing the lawn. My dad said in what he intended to be a cold voice that I wouldn't get any hours for it. (I need six hours of work a day to stay at home over the summer as an arrangement.)
I mowed anyway because it needs to be done, and otherwise my brother will jsut end up grounded and use it as an excuse not to do anything. This way, he has nothing else to really do except his schoolwork, and besides, I like mowing the lawn, strangely enough.
It was still about 95 degrees out today, though, and it was probably the hardest mow I've had yet, since it hadn't been done for nearly two weeks.
Afterwards, I went inside and drank some water, and came back out to sweep up. A light drizzle started. The breeze felt wodnerful, and I still felta bit better for the work at least.
My dad came home, saw the lawn done, and me sitting there sweeping without promise of payment, and he folded like the sentimentalist that he is.
Parents are nice like that--they usually want what's best for their kids, and seeing the kids being nice to eachtoher really makes them almost obscenely happy. It's pretty dificult to punish one kid for being nice to another kid.
I knew this, but that's not really why I did it.
Roast on the other hand, would have done it for that, and would have thought all that through before anything happened.
~aaaand a score of ravening fanfiction plotroaches seething to escape my brain. (Which personally, is pretty pleasant, and actually makes me happy.)
I'm writing a Spiral AU for Azalee-pon where instead of Kanone Hilbert leaving the blade children, Eyes Rutherford does.
That was all the challenge.
Fortunately, she left open WHY Eyes leaves, what side he joins, etc. So I'm having unspeakable fun being a dastard to poor, captive anime characters.
(Ohohoho~! The Melody of Logic ALWAYS plays the notes of truth!)
So far The Bridge of Sighs is up to fifty pages, and about seven chapters-worth. I'm starting to work on scenes out of order, though, so that comes out to six chapters in consecutive order, and maybe a little closer to forty pages publishable...
So currently that things feeding off my seething mess of headmeats with great relish. (And possibly ketchup.)
Tim's birthday is today. We're going off to eat with them later. It should be fun.