Several people have stopped by here in the last several days to comment, on one entry or another, about the fact that the fannish advent makes their holiday season better. I wanted to pause a moment and say thanks for that. Thanks in a big, big way ( Read more... )

I wish I could tell you how thankful I am
That you listen when I start to sing.
I wish I could tell you how grateful I am...
I can't seem to say anything.

There's a girl in my heart who's not yet seventeen,
She's been told to be seen and not heard.
I wish I could tell you what you mean to me.
I can't seem to manage a word.

( I wish I could tell you how special it seems... )

Today begins Lauren's week o' sponsorship, which will include -- further into the week -- 'Velveteen vs. The Junior Super Patriots, West Coast Division,' a multi-part superhero adventure with lots of flung rhetoric, swung fists, and (if Velma has anything to say about it) serious bodily damage. But that's later. I write fast. I don't write quite ( Read more... )

So vixyish -- cunning, clever, wonderful vixyish -- decided to get me a belated birthday gift this year, and bought me some of the Halloween BPAL that I'd been lusting after. Have I mentioned recently that I love her like whoa? I keep meaning to do a proper review, but I realized that a) it's never going to happen at my current rate (I still owe people reviews ( Read more... )

Thank you to everyone who responded yesterday, with hugs or sponsorships or offers to help me start the pandemic or piggy-bank replacement funds. You have no idea how much you've done to rebuild my capacity to not destroy the Earth with immunodepressant yellow fever this week. I'm going to keep responding to everyone individually, but that's ( Read more... )

To whomever it was who managed to find me a Ripple Junction S.T.A.R.S. sweatshirt, and had them include the nice little note about it being the wrong size with the package ( Read more... )

I have fabulous friends. I know this is true for a great many reasons, only some of which relate to their refusal to let me create immuno-depressant smallpox just because my comic book store didn't get the new issue of Hack/Slash when I expected it, but today, I have fabulous friends due to something very specific. Two somethings ( Read more... )

I'm stressed. I mean, I'm hyper-stressed, turning cartwheels, hauling my mother all over creation on semi-necessary shopping trips, having trouble facing the notion of finishing packing stressed. And I just got home ( Read more... )

So I got home Saturday night to find two packages waiting on my doorstep, both for me. Score! I love getting mail. There's almost nothing better in the world than getting mail (that isn't bills or just random trash). So I squealed, did a little dance step, grabbed my surprise goodies, and retreated into the house to make with the opening ( Read more... )

Yesterday's glee over my new My Little Pony purse caused me to stop and contemplate physical belongings -- what I have, what I've acquired on purpose, what's been given to me -- and realize that sometimes, what gives me joy is entirely out of proportion with how much effort went into obtaining it. These are ten things that make me happy by ( Read more... )