Oh Woe

One of my ~10 pen pals needs to damn well write to me so I can use some of my nifty new stationery.  It can’t decide if it wants to be Art Nouveau or Arts and Crafts, but since I like both artistic movements I’m quite pleased with it.  Once I get ink for the home printer I can even print it out on proper A4 paper instead of letter-sized, but the only issue is slightly wide side margins and that’s easily fixed.

Assuming Clairefontaine Triumph will take inkjet ink, which I suppose I should check before I try it, but even if it won’t I can get A4 printer paper, right?

Stuff What Is Bad For Me

I really need to stop looking at needlework on Pinterest.  It makes me think of all the things I am not doing, which is bad for my mood.


I have two things to put on the walls in my office now. They’re both quotes from Supernatural, printed for some reason that remains obscure to me on dictionary pages–one English, one a Portuguese English-to-Portuguese with way more pronunciation help than any English dictionary I’ve ever seen.

I put the one that says “Hey, Assbutt” in a spot where it’s not really visible, and I’ll take it down if I have to, but for now I’m very amused by Angry!Castiel glaring at me.  (The other one says “Please accept this sandwich as a sign of solidarity”, which probably shouldn’t amuse me as much as it does since I hated that whole plotline…) 

Things I’m Not Writing

You know what’s really tempting?

It’s really tempting, when I see the Fake Geek Girl meme going around, to sit down and write a three-screen rant about my geek credentials.  Like how I literally don’t remember how old I was the first time I saw MOVIE, how my bedtime story when I was six was BOOK, how I can quote along with EPISODE of SHOW, how I play GAME, GAME, and GAME.  Name-dropping characters at every turn, of course.

Screw that.

I am a geek because I say I am, and if you don’t like it you can go pound sand.

I Am Bad At Updating

I’ve got no excuse.  It’s just been that kind of…well, year at this point.

I’m only recently back from Pennsic, at which I was in a play (six lines, no waiting.  Well, actually, lots of waiting).  A friend was knighted.  I didn’t go to any classes this year, as I was in large part busy working on the costume for the play.  But I did get to play D&D.


I appear to have a weird thing going on in regards to caffiene intake.  That being, if I have tea (I don’t drink coffee) or cola or whatever three or more days in a row, I start being dead on my feet all the time and drinking more caffeine doesn’t help.  Which is not quite a “caffeine addiction”, I don’t think.

I guess it’s good to know, anyway.

Falling Down on the Job

I haven’t any real clue who reads this, aside from my mother (Hi, Mum!), but I am aware that I’ve been exceedingly lax these last several months; all I can tell you is that fandom has eaten my brain.

Specifically, Supernatural fandom, with occasional excursions into Sherlock and White Collar(It has just now occurred to me that all three of these feature a tall, slim dark-haired guy with intense blue eyes.  So, hey, maybe I have a type after all?)  Tell you how bad it is: I made a new LiveJournal, because all the fanfic action seems to be happening on LJ.  (No, I am not going to tell you the name.  I’m sure someone who really wants to can figure it out, but really?  No one wants to that much.)

Right now I’m in thoroughly enmeshed in this monster of a fic that’s eating my brain; I’m closing rapidly in on ten thousand words and I’m not even really out of the intro yet.  This is not what I should be writing.  I should be writing the thing for the challenge.  But drafts for that aren’t due till after Pennsic, so it’s hard to get motivation…


Why do other people get sick so much?

No, really.  I had a cold in November.  Before that, the last time I was sick was…three years ago, in May?  I’ll grant, that was the flu, but still.

I don’t think of myself as an exceptionally healthy person, but apparently my immune system is really, really robust.  Because I have a number of friends who’re always saying they’re mildly ill, and everyone else seems to think this is perfectly normal.

Radio Silence

No, I have no idea why it’s been over a month since I posted.  It might be partly because Google+ is leeching off all the little one-liners that might have, before, been expanded into proper posts.

I’ll tell you what, though, the things you learn writing fanfic.

For example?  Oxycodone is the generic; OxyContin is a brand name.

I Don’t Drink

It happens pretty often that I’ll be reading some blog or other and someone will mention that they had a beer, or wine.  Or I’ll be at someone’s house and they’ll have a drink, when we’re just sitting there talking or playing a game.  Or whatever.  And it always jars me.

I don’t drink alcohol, for two reasons.  One is that I’m on meds that lead to badness when combined with it; I like my kidneys functioning, thanks ever so, and intend to keep “renal failure” a phrase that applies only to other people.  The other is, I just don’t like the stuff and never have.  It tastes rotten to me.

This makes me feel like I’m missing out on something.  Like alcohol is just something grownups are supposed to do; since I don’t do it, I’m not a grownup.