Feeling a little better about this one.  It was fun, at least.

“How do you know that?”
He shrugs noncommittally, suddenly looking somewhat guarded. “I dunno. I just do, I guess.”
I tip my head at him, raising an eyebrow ever so slightly. What's going on here, I wonder. There's no way he would know just off the top of his head. Hell, it's ( Read more... )

 I'm very rusty.  But something's happening, at least.  This isn't very cohesive or anything, but it's something, I guess.

I fantasize about being equal to her. About being a real challenge. If she had to work to catch me, she might. If I could truly threaten her, it's possible that she might take our arrangement more seriously. She might ( Read more... )

 WAGH.  The past couple of days hasve sucked hardcore.

She's not coming.
Maybe...maybe she didn't want to come.  I mean, I just disappeared without saying anything for a month.  The last time we saw each other, I...
I yelled at her, i think.  I was mad about something.  I can't really remember.  She didn't deserve that.  She probably never wants to ( Read more... )

Dieter's mom is manipulative, but it's in a good way, I guess.  Also, I guess super-villainy skips a generation.

They always pretend like I don’t know.  My mother and my uncle.  She is proper and modest around me, but the way that he looks at her…What else could it be?  She is so severe…if it weren’t reciprocal, it would’ve been squashed a long ( Read more... )

First post is roughly forever.  Wheee.

He stops, and swings his cane up under my chin.  He pushes my face up with the end of it.  I swallow and try not to flinch.  His eye sears into mine, both of them somehow.  I feel a nervous sweat bead.  His cane pushes my head either way, as if he’s inspecting cattle.  “Ned,” he repeats, though it’s not a ( Read more... )

These used to be so much longer.  I think I need to impose a limitation on them.  Maybe not.  As of this post, I've caught up in january.  I still have all of december and half of November.  Yeesh.

Sprout watches me.  I turn and look at him a little.  "The rest of you can go," I say, and the other lab techs file out, smiling.  Sprout is still as a ( Read more... )

I'm so in love with you...

I jam on the buttons of the radio with more desperation.  Love song, love song, love song.  Is that all this blasted country wants to listen to?  I growl in frustration and flip the radio off the table.  it crashes to the floor, components clattering all over.  I run my hands over my head and then down over my face, ( Read more... )

I wish i could find my recorder.

I look myself in the eye.  I am searching for Nefarious.
I have recently gotten the feeling that i am not wholly he nor he wholly me.  it's as if there is someone else within me, some evil fuck who wears my face.  But that's not right.  that suggests I'm out of control when I embrace him.  I am still Ned, sort of, ( Read more... )

Meri is indignant.

Last week was National Boss Day, and I got three hundred cards, some with handwritten notes.  I am sitting in the lab, still reading some of them.  Some of the lab techs bring me coffee and doughnuts.  There is laughter here, and comarderie.
If I stand perfectly still, if I do nothing, things run so smoothly here.  I'm almost sorry ( Read more... )

So, I was going to take the time that I had here to write, but then my computer decided to blue screen.  I had (have?) a serious malware problem and thus I spent time I could be doing anything else fighting it.  Fucking bummer.  I hope it's solved, but I'm not sure.  Anyway, I'm going to write one a day from here on out and catch up over time like ( Read more... )