| State of the Jay--bullet points |
[Jan. 7th, 2009|11:02 pm] |
Things that are good:
- Episodes of Leverage, The Mentalist, and two episodes of Heroes on my computer waiting for me to watch them.
- Laughing at my kitten, who managed to get stuck IN my duvet. Well, in my duvet cover. She climbed up inside, trying climb under the duvet, and couldn't get out again. And the other cat kept pouncing on her because she couldn't get away, and she kept crying and trying to escape. Yes, I'm mean, but it was completely hilarious.
- Watching the Academic Husband get to hear the babies heartbeats for the first time.
Things that suck:
- Hospitals. Especially Emergency rooms. Especially emergency omg trips to the Emergency room. (I'm fine, the babies are fine, everything is fine, thank goodness. I go into a bunch of detail here, but 'I'm fine' is the short version).
- Having to eat when you're not hungry. And I mean being required to eat, every two damned hours or so, when you can barely force down food at all.
- Boost. Related to the whole having to eat, whether I'm hungry or not thing. SUCKS. |
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| Christmas |
[Dec. 25th, 2008|10:13 am] |
The blessing of having families who live in the same town and celebrate Christmas on different days is that you get to spend time with both of them. The downside is a lot of driving, a lot of big meals in two days, and a very tired pregnant girl at the end of the day. But it's worth it. Always.
For those of you who celebrate, a very blessed Christmas to you, and your families. To those of you who don't--one more day to Boxing Week sales. Always a good thing.
This year has been a difficult one for a lot of my friends, and this holiday season hasn't proved any easier for some of you. To those who mourn, to those who have family in the hospital, to those who are sick themselves, to those for whom this is not a season of happiness and joy, know that you've got my thoughts, my prayers, and my love. |
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| I am so cranky. |
[Dec. 2nd, 2008|12:35 pm] |
So, so cranky. I've decided this is my new favorite word. And I can't decided if I'm actually stressed, or mostly just, well. Cranky.
( Work. )
( Babies. )
Everything else... is everything else. I'm still behind on SPN and Heroes, which I think I'll be getting caught up on in the next few days. I'm so not ready for Christmas that it's not even slightly amusing--I have yet even to make a list of who I need to get stuff and things for, and as for a trip to the mall, that hasn't happened in quite some time yet. For today, I'm curled up with a blanket and my cats and my computer, and that's good enough for now.
Even if I'm cranky. |
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| World AIDS Day |
[Dec. 1st, 2008|12:00 pm] |
Take care of yourselves. Take care of each other. And take care of those who aren't in a position to advocate or fight for themselves and the rights and treatments that they should have access to.
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| Oh good grief. |
[Nov. 16th, 2008|10:38 am] |
Okay. So... I kind of dislike Facebook at the best of times. After years of having an actual journal, I kind of don't see the point. You don't really post anything except status messages, and people can post on your wall, which half the time is stuff that would be better kept to a private email anyway, and people find you from all over the place that you'd really rather didn't. It's like virtual highschool.
So, this girl friends me and starts sending me a bunch of private messages. And I knew her in elementary and high school, and okay--fessing up here--I was horrible to her. Everyone was horrible to her. I spent my fair time being bullied, and she was the kid who even the bullied kids could pick on. Which sucks, and I'm not proud of it, but it's what happened. So, I friend her back 'cause hello, guilt. And I go reading through her old messages and stuff and nonsense and check her out.
Chick's a fundie. Serious, conservative, fundamentalist Pentecostal, "I am so disappointed that Obama got elected" fundie.
*headdesk* Yeah. We're gonna get along GREAT. |
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| Remember |
[Nov. 11th, 2008|10:52 am] |
Dulce Et Decorum Est
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of disappointed shells that dropped behind.
GAS! Gas! Quick, boys!-- An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And floundering like a man in fire or lime.--
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,--
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.
Wilfred Owen |
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| I'm too tired for serious thoughts/happy thoughts/deep thoughts. Therefore, a meme. |
[Nov. 5th, 2008|09:09 pm] |
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You see me in the back of a police car.
What have I been arrested for? |
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| My election day night plan... |
[Nov. 4th, 2008|04:32 pm] |
I'm watching The West Wing until it's all over.
Someone phone me/email me when someone concedes.
*goes back to bunkering* |
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for ![[info]](http://www.journalfen.net/img/userinfo.gif) sabrinagb |
[Nov. 1st, 2008|10:29 am] |
Happy birthday to my LA baby.
You follow your heart, and you follow your dreams, and I admire you so much for that. Your taste in fandom and media is so close to mine, and I love watching you twirl when I pimp you something new and you fall in love. One of these days, baby, we'll meet in Vancouver, and we won't stop talking all day long--I just know it.
Have a wonderfully happy birthday.
Much love,
Jay |
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| For darknight999 |
[Oct. 31st, 2008|09:46 am] |
Oh, my Jess. My almost-twin from the South. Who forgave me even when I called her a Yankee (because I am a stupid Canadian), who supports me no matter what, who's ready with her shovel just as often as I'm ready with my bat. You are one of my best friends in the world, whether we ever meet in person or not, and I wish you a wonderful happy birthday, and a brilliant year. I hope Katie takes you out and spoils you stupid... although you should still let her get a steak the size of her head, even if it is your birthday.
Love you SO much, Cricket.
Happy birthday!
Your goose. |
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| State of the Jay. |
[Oct. 30th, 2008|06:35 pm] |
Of course, I'm now kind of wondering how many people will even see this... considering that it's Winchester-eve... but oh well. I can dig it.
So, for those of you who haven't been following along at jay_bean, where I've been talking about this whole process a bit more, this might be a bit more unexpected.
I've had an alien infestation. One of those kinds that takes about 9 months or so before they actually... un-infest.
And I say 'they' because there's kind of two of them.
I think I have to go sit down again now. |
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| My home and native never-fucking-leaving-Canadia-land. |
[Oct. 25th, 2008|01:21 pm] |
I sometimes feel like either a very naive person or a very young child when I'm reading about things to do with American politics, particularly during election time. We just had a federal election here, and the whole thing was over and done within six weeks, pretty well. I'm sure we wasted our share of money with all the polling and campaigning and such, but still. Six weeks. Hell, you guys have been putting up with this since before the series finale of Gilmore Girls, where Rory's off and puttering about the campaign trail with Obama and the team. Weird, thinking about that now.
Anyway... I'm going to stow my wide eyed confusion about the American election process for the moment and just start with saying this: to all of you who've voted already, or are planning to vote, thank you. I'm serious--thank you, very much. It's sometimes very strange being Canadian. We're glued right to America, but we have absolutely no fucking say in what happens. Which, y'know. Appropriate. We're not Americans after all. But it's scary sometimes to have all these global changes happening, and be stuck right to you, and absolutely powerless to do anything at all to affect the course of change.
So if you've voted, or you're going to vote, thank you. Thank you even more if you've done your homework, really looked into things, and made informed choices. Not just for President, but regarding your local representatives. I know enough about American politics (ie: I've watched enough West Wing *snort*) to know that the President can't do everything. He needs a House and Senate who he can work with.
If you haven't voted, or aren't planning to, I won't nag, I promise. But I will say this--please do. Please inform yourself, please take the time and get involved. Your vote matters. No, it really, really, really fucking does. Even if you're in a state that's tattooed red, even if the vote you cast won't change the status quo. Every vote is a voice speaking out in the darkness. It matters. If nothing else, do it for the rest of us living out here in the world whose fates are so tied to the fate of America, and who can't vote. And if that doesn't help? Remember: If you don't vote? You can't bitch. No, you really can't.
Okay. End lecture/praise from the Jay. I'll be holding my breath for the next few weeks. Good luck and God speed to all of you. |
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| Fuck, I'm tired. |
[Sep. 28th, 2008|10:54 pm] |
Fuck, I'm tired.
Some of that's my fault. I slept in too late on Saturday, which led itself to being up way too late (say, seven am) on Sunday, then only getting 4 hours sleep before waking up again, but ugh. So. Tired. And this is going to be a hell of a week at work, then I've got a weekend of wedding and wedding related events, a baby shower one night this week that I haven't even considered what to get for the mom as a present (my sister in law), work is going to be batshit fucking insane all week 'cause I've got 65 Colombians in town to contend with, and to top it all off, we're moving in just over two weeks.
Oh yeah. You all wish you had my life, don't you?
( Cut for moving related nonsense... )
In other news:
- I've updated the jay_bean journal here, if you're following things along there, but not friended.
- I'm so far loving all of my shows that I'm watching this season. I'm a ridiculously easy fangirl to please, and I enjoyed last season of Supernatural and Heroes, so I'm not surprised that I'm liking this season too. I'm still a very laid back fangirl, but I might try and post fannish related things more often.
- The AH officially decided not to continue his doctoral studies, and I'm glad he made the decision. You really can't know until you're immersed in the world of higher academia whether it's where you want to be or not, which is kind of a bitch because it's not like choosing to leave a job, where it's seen as just a change in career path. People see it as quitting. I don't, partly because I just don't, and partly because he passed his comps. As far as I'm concerned, that proves anything he may have needed to prove. So he's now teaching high school, writing in his spare time (or will be once we move), and a much, much happier creature. Which is all that matters to me. |
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| Organization: Blessing or a Curse, or just Amusing? You tell me... |
[Sep. 21st, 2008|01:52 pm] |
Okay, so... my dorktastic organization sometimes reaches epic levels, and this might be one of those times. I've gone through all of my current Citadel pups, and I've updated their pup/player info to where they are currently in game, and updated their story so far link lists, so all logs I've written for them are listed, in date order.
Yes, I really am just that cool.
( All Citadel pups, pup/player info, and story so fars... ) |
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| The boys of Paper Metropolis |
[Sep. 16th, 2008|08:26 pm] |
So, pet, tjournal_east and I have been writing together in Paper Metropolis for a couple of years now. t writes Jared Padalecki, pet writes Jensen Ackles and Daniel Craig, and I write Christian Kane. Jensen and Christian have been best friends for the better part of forever, Jensen and Jared, of course, met on the set of Supernatural, and Daniel happened to run into Christian at a particularly tacky cowboy bar in LA. And the links under the cut? Well, that's their story so far.
( The Story So Far... ) |
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| When you see this, quote Supernatural |
[Sep. 16th, 2008|09:27 am] |
I hope your apple pie is freakin' worth it! |
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| My brain is tired. Therefore--a meme! |
[Sep. 14th, 2008|07:13 pm] |
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Pick a fandom and I will tell you who I would...
01. bake cupcakes for:
02. trust with the keys to my car:
03. put thumbtacks on their chair:
04. have a crush on:
05. pack up and leave if they moved next door:
06. vote for President / Prime Minister:
07. pick as my partner in a buddy movie:
08. pair up:
09. vote off the island and into the volcano:
10. wheedle into fixing my MP3 player:
My fandoms are listed in my userinfo, if you don't know what they are. |
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| For sabrinagb |
[Sep. 9th, 2008|06:13 pm] |
Ooooooh, I would like PM Christian back when he and Jen first met ~ became friends.
Jensen's compulsively clean. Christian once let a pair of jeans get so dirty they could stand up on their own.
Jensen worries about everything. Christian doesn't worry enough.
Jensen's a planner, and he works his ass off. Christian's raised being relaxed and laid back to an art form.
Jensen keeps things in, secret. Christian lays everything out across the whole damned floor.
Most everything, anyway.
Jensen needs someone to give a damn about him, just how he is, neurosis and all.
Christian needs someone to take care of, pet and fuss over.
Turns out? Sometimes opposites don't even have to attract to work out just fine. |
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| for ashinae: |
[Sep. 8th, 2008|08:15 pm] |
Cit!Morena. Tranquility.
A long, hot bubble bath, soft music playing in the background, flickering candle light all around the tub.
An evening with nothing to do but eat a decadent meal and curl up on the couch in her softest robe, watching Casablanca.
A glass of red wine while she watches the sun set over the water.
All places of tranquility for Morena. All places of peace and relaxation.
But true tranquility of the heart, mind, soul, and body came to her the night they were all sitting on the couch and Sean fell sound asleep, his head resting her lap, his legs stretched out across David's, all lines of worry and care and stress for once wiped away. |
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