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24 December 2009 @ 03:01 am

  • 09:45:15: No voice lesson today, just as well as I've been sinused up for days. Rehearsal tonight will be enough stress.
  • 09:45:41: Changes in other chapters going well.
  • 10:19:03: Plotbomb again. Why doesn't this book realize there's no room for any more plot bombs???
  • 10:40:52: Plot bomb: explosive "discovery" of new plot elements that enriches the book and makes fingers fly on the keyboard.
  • 10:41:48: Plot bombs do destroy some "old plot construction" and require rethinking stuff. They mean more work, but (for me) better books.
  • 22:36:10: Just home from choir practice. Lightning to the east, from storms near Bryan. That's a long way to see those storms! Some west, too.
  • 22:36:37: Singing through crud: possible, but not much fun.

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23 December 2009 @ 09:04 am
Yen Tan is a film director that I've worked with several times. His latest movie, Ciao, is finally available for pre-ordering on US Amazon. Because Australia and NZ are totally boss, it's already available for purchase Down Under. (There's a German release on January 21, as well.) It's a quiet, beautiful (and very sexy) movie about two men finding love after a mutual friend dies. (This is not the typical gay film festival movie where someone dies BECAUSE they're gay. This is a lovely movie. *g*) It's won all sorts of awards on the film festival circuit.

Support the GLBT and independent film community and help make this a big seller!

Have a happy holiday for those that are starting your celebrations, and have a happy backside of the celebration you just wrapped up for those that celebrated Solstice and Hanukkah. And for atheists like me, happy Wednesday thru Friday! :D

(And now I go back to sewing the rest of these damned birds. Oh my god, my hands are cramped into claws. CLAWS!)
 
 
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23 December 2009 @ 03:01 am

  • 01:47:10: It's almost 2 am and someone boiled my eyeballs in vinegar. Well, it feels like it.
  • 01:47:31: OTOH, maybe those two chapters are FINALLY done???
  • 12:02:55: Two Inca doves are pottering about the feeding platform, casting occasional annoyed glances at my window. Guilting me.
  • 12:04:14: So this morning so far I have worked on said chapters, answered a lot of mail, and am facing an afternoon of same, then to the city.
  • 22:58:26: If you already have sinus migraine, driving 40+ miles on I-35 to a party will not make it go away...

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22 December 2009 @ 03:01 am

  • 10:40:23: Recovering from yesterday: lots of singing and someone going bonkers during the 9 am service.
  • 10:41:10: Alpha reader 1 thinks chapters aren't really fixed yet. :headdesk:
  • 12:20:12: Behind. I am SO FAR BEHIND!! I am behind my behind. I can't see the taillights of where I should be. Waily, waily, waily, woe.
  • 12:21:20: (note to self: Get over yourself, woman! One drama queen in the household is enough, and Mac the QH has grabbed that role.)
  • 18:13:47: New post at http://www.80acresonline/blog/ including image of solstice garden "haunt"
  • 18:17:03: ARG: WRONG URL. That's http://www.80acresonline.org/blog/
    Sorry. Mea culpa.

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21 December 2009 @ 06:20 pm
Not your average garden gnome--take a look at the 80 acres blog image. Then there's the viburnum blooming now...
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On Friday I filmed a commercial for a geriatric care facility. The Golden Years seem a bit tarnished. )

Just... they can't all be disposable, folks. Are some of them racist? Yep. Grumpy? Negative Nancys? Sure thing. But maybe you'll be a force to help change their minds - and maybe you won't. But I bet you'll feel better for trying. And for those of you that are caring for your elderly and/or infirm parents: you have my utter respect, and I wish you a bit of peace of your own this holiday. It's a hard job that doesn't get enough credit. Just know that I admire the hell out of you.
 
 
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21 December 2009 @ 09:50 am
The usual adventures were all generated by my being overtired already and headachy.  I needed to take more things to the city than usual:  my concert blacks, for the afternoon Messiah, and my choir robe, for church, and two sets of music--the folder for the church anthems and the Messiah score.   This required two tote bags, not just one, and so--in the early dawn, because I needed to leave at 7 am--I stuffed the bags and left my choir robe in its usual "home" post-laundry location. However...I drove off without the choir robe, realizing that only a mile away, so the drive back to get it didn't take that long--but did take more time.   Still I made it to rehearsal before the first service on time, despite hitting every red light on the way in.   I didn't realize--and wouldn't for hours--that although I had stuffed my concert blacks (Chico's wonderful travel knits) in one tote, I had not put in the short-sleeved black turtleneck that goes under the long-sleeved, longish, jacket-y thing that is worn open over the slacks and top.  That made for an interesting discovery when I was changing for the concert.  (Why, you may wonder, not wear the concert blacks all day?  I had another plan, that's why, and it was not a smart plan, in retrospect.) So...we had a decent-sized choir for the first service, and things were going smoothly until the sermon.   Now that church does have a number of street people who come to services, as well as out of town visitors from other denominations (there's a hotel right across the street) and sometimes they're vocal at parts of the service where Episcopalians usually aren't, including during the sermon.  So the loud "Amen!" and "Hallelujah!"  and "Preach it!" were, though not common, not unknown and created no stir.   For those unfamiliar with Episcopal services, they follow a predictable order, both through the year and within a given service (it's why we're one of the "liturgical" churches.)   After the sermon comes the confession of faith, in the form of the Creed.  (From the Latin "credo," "I believe...")   The whole congregation recites it together: "We believe in one God..."  etc, and for Episcopalians, the Creed remains, as Cranmer wrote centuries ago, the Creed (and not the Bible) is the foundation of Episcopal theology.   (Either the Nicene or Apostle's Creed--very similar but not identical)--counts.)   This is why the Biblical literalists are so annoyed with us.   There's no requirement to believe that every word was divinely inspired and represents absolute truth.  So we were a few phrases into it when suddenly the same voice that had shouted out before, shouted out much louder: "Liars!  Liars!  You're all liars!"  There was a moment of stunned silence, and then (with what I consider commendable attention to what's truly important) the recitation continued, as did the accusations, which escalated from there.   The person shouting was, from my position in the choir, out of my view unless I turned around (as I did, to check if he was displaying weapons, and then turned back.)  He had climbed into one of the window niches.  Like some others I talked to, we were praying that he didn't break that window and fall to his death--that window is high over a concrete-paved courtyard and falling backward his head would've burst like a melon.  Meanwhile, a quiet but purposeful movement of personnel took place--from my position I could see only part of it without staring.  Ushers moved up, clergy not actually speaking (one of the priests was leading the recitation) took the side exit out of the choir area to go help; one of the choir members, a psychiatrist, slipped out also and alerted the downstairs staff to call for backup and told the person in charge of the children's chapel (many children leave during the hymn before the Gospel reading so they don't have to listen to the sermon) not to send the children back until an all-clear.)   The man was finally removed from the window niche and carried out, still yelling.   I caught a glimpse of that.   The service went on, with a prayer offered for his welfare. By the end of the service,  the rector had given the whole congregation what information he could--the man  calmed down after a few minutes,  drank a glass of juice, and admitted he had "episodes."   Law enforcement finally arrived with their mental health officer (they had, apparently, told one of the church people on the phone that it wasn't a priority since the man hadn't injured anyone yet) and determined that he did, indeed, have a history of mental illness and was prone to violent outbursts.  In the meantime, the choir had sung "This Is the Truth Sent from Above" and the service had gone on to completion.   A quick breakfast then, and into second-service rehearsal.  In the interval there was discussion, of course.  The habit of self-examination reacts to accusations of lack of faith, of dishonesty in matters of faith, with thoughtful internal inquiries...how much of that was true?  Might be true?    Then the second service (which I'd hoped to skip but there weren't enough altos) and then it was time to get ready for the afternoon Messiah performance (sing-along, at another church, but for me as part of the supporting choir.)   I was already tired and craving a nap, but there wasn't time.  By the time I got to that church, it was after two, and that's when I discovered the lack of a critical piece of black clothing.  Luckily, that church's choir robes are black, so I suited up in one of them.  We sang more choruses than we had in the symphony performance...the soloists were excellent, the orchestra was excellent, and the audience a) came and b) nearly all sang and c) most of them knew what they were doing.   The music took over, and gave us the energy to keep going until the end.   A feature of this particular Sing-Along Messiah tradition is that there's a raffle for a chance to conduct another Hallelujah Chorus at the very end.   The winner has to wear David's sweaty coat, and get up on the podium and direct it.   Some have done brilliantly.  Some have been entered as a lark by friends and haven't a clue.  (I found out yesterday that one who had seemed clueless, years ago, was the brother-in-law of one of my alto friends.)   In that case, the orchestra and lead choir pretty much ignore the "director" and do it at the usual tempo in the usual way.  Yesterday's pick was rigged, however--the vestry and music director of the church where it was held had determined to surprise their rector.   He did quite well, though he wasn't looking at the music to cue that big long rest right before the final "Hallelujah" so when everyone stopped he looked around.  Quiet, quiet,....we all waited.  He finally caught on that he was going to have to cue that entrance, and did so with a big grin. Then some of us stayed to help move things back as they had been in the sanctuary and finally I left with Michael and drove home.   To pretty much collapse.   Still tired today.
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20 December 2009 @ 03:01 am

  • 22:40:50: Bed now. Tomorrow is two services plus Sing-Along Messiah. I am SO not ready for this.
  • 22:41:23: Well, bed after bragging that two chapters are fixed. Again.

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19 December 2009 @ 03:01 am

  • 10:00:35: Wow. I have more than 100 followers!! (Is it hideous egotism to mention that? Others have lots more...)
  • 10:02:04: Embossed return addresses on envelope flaps are elegant--but hard for aging eyes to read. Want a reply, make return address readable.
  • 10:03:17: Turned on TV late last night for weather, caught Janis Ian special on PBS. Dunno if new or old...stayed up to watch/listen.
  • 10:05:26: Today: bake bread, work on music, work on book, find and cut tree, clear space to put tree. Eeep!
  • 10:28:48: Need to unplug self from internet and do actual constructive work.
  • 17:42:14: New post at http://www.80acresonline.org/blog/ about trees and bees and stuff. Some pictures.
  • 17:44:08: I'm supposed to sign up for Medicare as it's now less than 90 days before I'm 65. They don't make it easy. Go here, go there...
  • 17:49:12: Bee swarms are usually pretty calm. When they aren't, it's time to move away.

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18 December 2009 @ 04:02 pm
And to the one hater that told me to STFU and quit with the podcasts, dude, just take me off your reading list, dummy. Okay, this was the episode that had Snookie getting cracked in the face. Eesh. Again, I had to break it up, but they're seamless when you play them.

I swear to god, I love this show. It's absolutely crack and KUH-RAY-ZEE. Have a great weekend, everyone!

Part one
Part two
Part Three

transcript for those that can't dl )
 
 
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18 December 2009 @ 07:54 am
I got a surprise commercial shoot today (whee!) which means that I'm about to leave and won't be back until lunch-ish. Which means that my planned podcast of the Jersey Shore won't happen until after lunch. Which means, okay, I'll stop that. Does anyone even care about my thoughts on yaoi? douchebaggery? This was the episode when Snickles got popped in the nose, if that helps you any. (That was actually pretty intense and horrible, poor little orange oompah loompah!) So I'll leave it up to a poll if I should spend the time making a podcast, or if it's just my Nana listening to it fifteen times.

(And I like making them, it's good voice over practice. But hey, if they're irritating, that's good to know. I'll just sit over here like a dog in the dark eating wet cigarette butts, I hope you know. What, you're too good ta listen to someone talk? Mr. Big Shot podiatrist too busy to call ya mother? I was in labor for nine months, yes, the whole time I carried you, I was in labor, but did I complain once? My feet looked like Challah bread... [/Linda Richman] Lol.

[ETA] Suck it, haters, it's up. ;)

Poll #1500589 TRW: Oompah Loompah-land (Jersey Shore) podcast
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 23

Stoney, I would like you to

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make the podcast.
21 (95.5%)

shut the hell up about this. No disrespect. But seriously.
1 (4.5%)

What I need you to unnerstan is:

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that I love my mutha very much.
10 (47.6%)

Christian Augulier is my muse. Ed Hardy is a genius artist, like Mike Angelo and shit.
3 (14.3%)

I like fist pumpin like chaaaamps.
9 (42.9%)

if my tan ain't lookin like burnt umbah, I ain't dark enough. Spray me up, yo!
6 (28.6%)

da Situation is in charge of da situation. You can't get enough of da Situation. Da Situation is barely able to handle da Situation. Wait, what were we talkin about?
15 (71.4%)

I like girls what suck on pickles. I mean, no offense, but that is hot. Get all the juice out, baby.
4 (19.0%)

god willing, you should meet my mutha.
8 (38.1%)

if it ain't got a sparkle Affliction in fancy script across the muscles, it ain't cool fa dudes. Dudes love the sequins and fancy script on muscle shirts, yo.
5 (23.8%)



A'right a'ready, I gots ta get ready to be a hot nurse. The call didn't ask for a hot nurse, but I can read between the lines. (Lol. Way to fast track yourself to getting dumped by your agent!) (Oh, and I spent SEVEN hours cutting out felt birds yesterday. I scheduled a massage for tomorrow morning. Hunched over a counter for hours? I feel like I'm a semi-colon. *kee-rack*
 
 
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18 December 2009 @ 03:01 am


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17 December 2009 @ 10:35 am
I'm not happy with LJ's posting interface again, because the font size setting will not hold. As in, I set it to "medium" and start to type--and what I typed is small and the little box is empty again. It takes two or three tries to get the "medium" to last long enough to write a paragraph. If I back up for any reason, it's gone again. If I want to insert a link, it's gone again. And no, this isn't about holiday music yet, but there's a reason, and the trouble with the *!!* font size menu is it.

Holiday music...well, last week we had the Messiah performance with the symphony. Others sang the church services; I was home with the gastroenteritis thingie. Rehearsal last night covered this Sunday's anthem, and the five (!!) anthems for Christmas Eve except for one (we never got to the "O Leave Your Sheep" one. I kind of wish we'd never get to the sheep one because--although it can be pretty--it's one of those artsy ones.) Among the anthems we touched on last night (there being insufficient time to actually work them to any degree) were two Mozarts, "Dixit Dominus" from The Solemn Vespers, and "Agnus Dei" from Missa Brevis in D. We have a big service for the Feast of the Epiphany, January 6, with yet more anthems, and another at the Feast of the Baptism of Our Lord, January 10.

So this Sunday we have the two services to sing, then the SIng-Along Messiah at St. Matthew's, for which David is director and many of us are the leading chorus. We have a rehearsal next Wednesday, for the Christmas Eve services Thursday (we sing the two evening services) and whatever else David can work in (knowing him, lots), and a rehearsal on Tuesday, January 5, plus the pre-service rehearsals/warmups. Oh, and I have a voice lesson next Wednesday.

It's nice that our director has such faith in our musical ability, but.
I'm sure you can fill in the "but" part.
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If I've not responded to your emails about coins, it's simply because I had so many emails to reply to! I think for the sake of organization and my bank account I need to turn off the request for random foreign coins. Thank you so much for the offers, but I am going to be sending a LOT of mailers across the globe and until I learn the formula for making money grow on trees, I'm going to have to beg off any further offers. :D (You all have been so generous, I can't WAIT to post pictures of all of the things my son ends up with. SMOOCH TO YOU ALL.)

Here's my to do list today, if that gives you any indication of what my life is like this week: To Do - Thursday )

So, uh, if I don't reply to you, that's why. Life is happening. :)

And for my Hebes, just in time for the last two nights of Hanukkah, HONIKA ELECTRONICA. <3 the TRON mention. I also love his Dreidle icon on his iPhone instead of the Apple logo, LOL!! I hope you all are having a lovely holiday. SMOOCH.

It's almost the weekend, folks, WHEW. (And Jersey Shore is on tonight! FIST PUMPIN' LIKE CHAAAAAAMPS!)
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17 December 2009 @ 03:01 am

  • 09:00:29: Worked too late again--but found out why Ps didn't turn around and go home. Besides what's waiting at home.
  • 09:01:28: Very cold Inca dove sitting on feeder all fluffed up, tail pointing down over the edge.
  • 10:54:57: Next time around, I want to bioengineer my own body. Scary thought: Maybe I did this time and just did a lousy job.
  • 10:56:34: Blast and damn the Senators destroying the public option and giving all profit to the insurance companies, not the people.

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16 December 2009 @ 02:33 pm

Yes, I’m late. I hate the weeks before the holidays; there’s suddenly millions of things to do and no time to do them. Anyway, I have the second guest post from author Simon Wood, and this one is even better than the first, I think. So enjoy!

I Want It Now, If Not Sooner

I suppose it’s because of the times we live in—we can get anything we want and fast. Technology has placed the world in our hands. It’s just as easy for me to communicate with my friends and family back in England as with my friends in this country. We can get everything in an instant—coffee, movies, music, mac ‘n’ cheese. This godsend has a tendency to make us impatient.

I’m guilty of this. If I see more than two cars lined up in the drive-thru or people standing in front of the ATM, then screw it, I’m going elsewhere. Time and Simon wait for no man.

I’ve seen this trait for instant gratification amongst writers. They want to see their book in print the moment the manuscript spills off the printer. But traditional publishing isn’t like that. It’s a big machine that moves slowly. A lot of planning and a lot of people are involved in the book making process. I had a book release party for Working Stiffs at the weekend and one of my guests asked me how quickly it took from start to finish.

“Nine months,” I said, injecting a healthy dollop of incredulity.

“That slow?” my guest remarked.

They read me all wrong. Nine months is bloody fast! I worked my butt off for six months writing it and the publisher busted his hump for three getting the cover done, copy editing and working with the printer, etc. And this was for a small press book not bogged down by big publishing machinery.

None of this takes into account the process of finding an agent and a publisher. Take my first book, Accidents Waiting To Happen. I started it in January ’99, began sending out the manuscript that September, collected a bucket load of rejections, didn’t land a contract until October ’01, and it wasn’t published until July ’02. That’s three and a half years. If I hadn’t sold a bunch of my stories in the meantime, I’m not sure I would have stuck with it. Three and a half years is a long time to wait.

I won’t say I felt hard done by waiting this long, but I felt I’d paid my commitment and patience dues. My story pales in comparison to some successful writers out there. I know one mystery writer who waited eight years to sell that first book. Another wrote ten novels before he sold one to a major publisher. I can’t imagine writing ten books and getting nowhere. I would have given up a long time before I sat down to write the tenth book.

Vanity presses and print-on-demand (POD) services make it possible to take a freshly printed manuscript and turn it into a book in a matter of days. So I can see the appeal to the writer. Why punish yourself with the waiting game when you can have your dream today?

I won’t condescend and say that just because I waited nearly four years to see my book in print, you should too. It’s a lame and insulting argument.

But I will say you’re doing yourself no favors going for instant gratification. Writing may be an art but it’s also a craft, and crafts have to be honed. A writer, like any craftsman, needs time to develop his skills. Traditional publishing is a big machine and not everything it produces is solid gold, but it contains a lot of talented people whether it be writers, agents, editors, etc. Whether you or I like it, it takes time to be heard. The cold hard fact of the matter is just because a writer writes doesn’t mean he or she deserves to be published. Your work may not be ready yet, your subject too controversial or worst of all, you may not be good enough. Writing is a leap of faith. A writer’s belief in their work and dedication to the craft can all be for naught. Every time I commit to writing a story or book, I have no idea whether it will be published. I have a small yet significant body of work behind me, but I hope and pray it will be good enough for publication when I send it off to the publishers.

Vanity presses can bring you publication today, but they can’t give you the distribution, advances, marketing, and editing that the developing writer is going to need to become an accomplished writer. Like I mentioned in my early posts, small press publishers have published my first three books and getting those books seen has been tough. With POD printing services, those hardships are magnified. Reviewers tend not to review self-published books and stores tend not to stock them. For a self-published book to be a success, the writer has to spend the majority of their time selling the book instead of developing their writing skills.

The hardest book to sell will be the first. It may take years, but it’s worth the battle. The difference it will make to your sales and ability to build a career is immense. If you want to see your book published in every store and given every chance for success, then you have to be in it in for the long haul. There are many ways of getting there, but going for instant gratification isn’t the answer.

Every writer (new and experienced) wants their work published, but publish well, not fast. It’ll make a world of difference.

Simon Wood is originally from England but now resides in California. He’s an ex-racecar driver, a licensed pilot and an occasional private investigator. He’s had over 150 stories and articles published. His short fiction has appeared in a variety of magazines anthologies, such as Seattle Noir, Thriller 2 and Woman’s World. He’s a frequent contributor to Writer’s Digest. He’s the Anthony Award winning author of Working Stiffs, Accidents Waiting to Happen, Paying the Piper and We All Fall Down. As Simon Janus, he’s the author of The Scrubs and Road Rash. His next thriller, Terminated, will be out next June. Curious people can learn more at www.simonwood.net.

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St. Nick, a lovely film that I'm in (briefly - it's about my "children" not the parents) is showing this weekend in Grand Junction, CO for those nearby. It's won all manner of awards, and I'm so proud of it, regardless of my involvement. The kids that star are simply wonderful. For cinephiles this is a treat for the eyes, too. My buddy Clay was the cinematographer and it's just gorgeous.

My inbox has been inundated with replies to my foreign coin request for my son. I can't tell you how much it means to me that veritable strangers (all of the lurkers!! All of the people that saw the post on friendsfriends!) are so willing to give a boy they've never met a birthday to remember. It's just... it's hard for to me be sarcastic (my usual default) when there really are such lovely people in the world. Truly, thank you. At last count, and I've not added all of the emails from the last 12 hours, I have over 60 offers.

ETA I think I'll call off the hunt at this point. I have every continent represented, minus Antarctica. (And if any of you are out there on the icy wastelands of beauty and want to send something along, well, I sure won't stop you. *G*) Thank you so much for your generosity, it'll take me a few days to sort through addresses and get organized. You're WONDERFUL people!

!!! a beginning list of the countries represented under the cut )

I'm going to need to spend the next few days getting things organized and then I'll start sending out mailers. (And I know I'll run into some hiccups, I'll keep you posted, for those wanting to play along.) I also had the (to me) great idea of buying one of those old school globes that we had in the classroom, put a hole with a rubber stopper at the bottom and a coin slot in the top for him to keep them all in. We can put little flags on the countries where we've collected coins, too. I AM SO EXCITED ABOUT THIS. :D (Even better would be to find a glass globe coin bank, but I can't imagine that's easy. But then, I've not looked.)

I also realized that I have some serious balls asking people for money (essentially) after mocking the recent wank about the con that swindled people out of money. THIS IS DIFFERENT, I SWEAR. Don't send the internet police after me, please. Hee.

(And to those of you that left me little love notes, I just love you to bits. Seriously, I can no longer be my snarky self when there is too much SWEETNESS and AWESOMENESS in the world. <3 But I'm sure I'll get called a jerk for mocking Bella/Edward and all will go back to normal. LOL. Sincerely, thank you.)

Lastly, it was frickin' freezing, Mr. Bigglesworth, this morning and Sally Derg could not WAIT to get out in it. That thick fur coat is finally a boon, she's thinking. We get outside and she started running in circles and figure eights, panting and pouncing and filled with doggy joy. Then she stopped stock still, grinned at me (whatever, dogs TOTALLY grin, and we all know it) then walked over, sat and looked up at me waiting for me to put her leash on. LOL. Dogs are rad.
 
 
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16 December 2009 @ 03:02 am

  • 13:38:51: Another cold front blew through and today we have some sun. Yay!
  • 13:59:43: Title tribulations. Need new title for old omnibus in new market. Need title for book I just turned in. Title-generator nonfunctional.
  • 14:09:04: Why do some tweets to me show up here, and others only if I look at profile or @emoontx??? Didn't know that. Sorry, folks I "ignored."
  • 16:15:38: Walk on the land--chilly and very windy, but worthwhile. Loud traffic noise blown on the wind, though.
  • 17:47:59: No homemade bread, so added barley to soup I'm reheating for supper. Yes, with more water.
  • 21:03:37: New posts up on blogs at http://www.80acresonline.org (with pictures) and http://www.paksworld.com
  • 21:04:43: Starting work on annual report for wildlife management. As always, need a few more pictures to document activities.

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15 December 2009 @ 08:32 am
I just sent my son off to school after re-dressing 75% of him. Note to newcomers: my son is almost 14 and has Aspergers. While yesterday was unseasonably warm, today isn't and he thought that flip flops, running shorts, a white dress shirt and a tuxedo jacket would be SUPER AWESOME to wear to junior high. No, seriously, a tuxedo jacket. [his aunt's recent wedding] Good lord, I am so glad I didn't sleep in as I intended. His reasoning was "my feet don't get cold, I have athletics after school [he's a runner] you told me to wear a long sleeve shirt, and I left my coat at school, what's wrong with this one?"

After explaining that a tuxedo jacket - while quite dapper - would mean that he got the ever-loving snot beat out of him as soon as he stepped on the bus, he simply wanted to argue the point that beating someone up over what clothes they were wearing was stupid. Yes. But. What would you [my son] think if I wore my wedding dress to the grocery store? He thought a minute then replied, "Well, is it warm?" Duh, mom?

See, when someone has a brain differentiation that causes them to a) not inherently understand social cues and rules and b) be shackled to logical thought to the point of abandoning any preconceived social norms, you end up with wool socks and bathing suits to gym class. "But if I sweat, my bathing suit will wick it away, and the wool socks allow me to run and slide on the floor." I don't know, this is how my life is, y'all. RULES THERE ARE RULES, CHILD.

I have a request to make of you folks that live in other countries, though, and it's detailed so it goes under a cut. Help me give my son an awesome gift for his birthday! (End of January.) Coins! You got 'em, I want 'em! Please? )

The other thing is that "anonymous love meme" that's going around. I have a secret. I don't usually throw my name in (I have once) because I have extreme guilt. It makes me so sad when I see people that enter their names and don't get any comments. So I make a point of finding a few of them every year, checking out their journals, finding something nice about them, and commenting as if I know who they are. It's anonymous, so they have no idea that it's a person they don't interact with, but it seriously distresses me to see that empty comment box. Maybe you take a minute and do something like that? We all know how it hurts to be ignored or left out, is what I'm saying.

...and because it's been a rough year for yours truly, I threw my name in, too. I AM WEAK, WHAT CAN I SAY. Because I have OCD: when you're zooming around there sending love to random strangers (I hope) make sure that you reply to the RIGHT PERSON. (those random anon comments not attached to anything means the person to which it was intended never knew you commented! That also distresses me and I have to fight the urge to find out who it was for and link them to the anon comment. I have a sickness, what can I say?) Hit the REPLY TO THIS link, not POST A NEW COMMENT. And make it ANONYMOUS. It makes it fun to try and guess who said what. :) And throw your name in, too, if you haven't already, so I *cough* someone anonymous can love on you, too.
 
 
Current Mood: productive
 
 
15 December 2009 @ 03:01 am

  • 11:54:20: Just got word that MARQUE AND REPRISAL and VICTORY CONDITIONS are in 5th and 3rd printing--3500 copies each. Thanks, readers!

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