Where did the week go?

Please pray/light candles/send positive thoughts my way. Work has been horrid this week… I found out things and was told things this week I don’t think I can tolerate anymore. The student that assaulted me before Thanksgiving is still here. Had Former Suitor not turned into such a shit over night – yes Bill, I’m talking about you! – I would be packing my stuff, cleaning out what I don’t want FASTER, and moving to the Gulf Coast Memorial Day weekend. Yes, it’s been that bad.

Really.

I tore 7 pages of Gary out of the current chapter of Nemo. It’s not tossed, I just cut and pasted it into another document. That discussion isn’t going to happen right now. I’ve decided they are too fresh.

William is having a rough go out of the gates. Vivienne is proving to be a difficult, headstrong filly and the leather-clad muse has informed me of a plot twist I hadn’t planned (thought about) on.

I need to take a good look at The Shepherd. I’ve not updated it in ages.

I’m behind posting at EFFN and the new moderator at RAF has taken a long vacay and didn’t tell anyone. The former moderator has unplugged from pretty much everything. Did I mention I really dislike posting at a moderated site? I have a backlog and I’m certain I’m not the only one.

I’m going to have to restore/reset my computer today. I’m moving things off my hard drive now as we speak. This is the 4 th time since September all over the same thing – my cd/dvd rom. It won’t burn. It gives me an error. The customer service guys are telling me it’s because my drivers aren’t compatible… but wait, I’ve USED it for a year. How can it be NOT compatible???

Thing is moving slower than a mo-fo anyway! It’s worse than dialup.

I want chocolate. Milk chocolate and I want a coke.

So on that note, we’ll say I’m just too pissy for polite company and here… have some Richard.

 

 

Snowflake Fandom Challenge #3

Hello. Have you survived the weekend? I don’t think I have. Between the political wars, the march I’m still trying to figure out, wars on my facebook, the explosion of social media…

Oh. And this…

This is what my last 36 hours has been. Spawn was up pretty much all night last night, watching as we were under a rather intense tornado warning. Last night, an E3 struck a trailer park in south Georgia, killing 16 people. The death toll has been horrific across the south. My front and back yard is one large puddle, the deep drainage ditch is full

I have spent the better part of the day writing. Gary. Actually, I’ve been writing Deidre spill her guts on a Chinese restaurant table, telling her entire story. Unloading baggage and trying to sort through it all. It’s a lot of dialogue and very little background. I had originally slatted this little tale to be told at a later date – like after New Years, because they are new and fresh. But another part of me says they met in August, they’ve been hanging together since September with doggies and it is now December.

I dunno. They are still fresh and maybe I should just do my original December slat with end of the school year and boys coming home for Christmas and waiting for this AFTER New Years.

Sigh.

I have spent the better part of the day wishing for something that isn’t going to happen. Why do I do this?

Lessee…. SnowFlake Fandom Challenge #3

Day 03

set some goals for the coming year. They can be fannish or not, public or private.  Include a link to your post if you feel comfortable doing so.

1. Get my blood sugar under control. I get it under control and then it gets out of control and it’s harder to get back under control. And it’s not something I can do in a week. It takes months now.
2. Seriously lose weight. I’ve gained back what I lost and I need to drop quite a bit. My school has started a Weight Watchers chapter and they have an excellent Diabetic program. I’ve joined. I’m eyeballing the back playground… think I’m going to walk it after school – or the park where Former Suitor and I met up at when he came up here last April. I was starting to feel good about myself and then… well now I hate me again.
3. Seriously, I need to start converting Manna – or simply write an original fiction. See if anyone is interested. I can do this.
4. Finish cleaning out my garage. I have junk back there. I’ve had an over full box for charity in my dining room for months. It’s gotta go!

There. There are my goals for this year. Including a ‘fannish’ one of sorts.

I’m probably going to disappear from other social media for a while. It’s ugly, folks. My country, whom I love, is deeply wounded and hurting and rather than healing, I’m seeing that wedge, driven in so deeply by our previous regime, being driven in further. I came very close last night to telling a dear friend that she needed a pacifier and a nap. I also came closer to telling her she sound like she came from the gutters of New York… and then I remembered, she IS from New York.

This, however, is my garden. So expect to see me tending to my flowers. You know what that means….

 

 

DIN-NAR!!!!!

Pan fried steak with Parmesan Potatoes and caramelized onions.

 

Yeah, you KNOW you wish you were here!!!!

it’s Guyday!

I could be political here… but I won’t. There is enough whining going on on the internets. In fact, you might not see me most places for a while. I’m ready to smack people.

I have 13 Guydays left before summer! yippee! Last year, I looked forward to summer… in fact last summer was the best of my life. I don’t see this summer being better. Hey, I might get my garage cleaned out finally! my house is a rental, meaning someday, I will be moving and I am NOT moving in how many carloads, a 12 foot truck and a 28 foot truck ever again. ONE truck. Period. End of discussion. I have more crap that needs to go somewhere else. My crap is someone else’s treasure… or trasher… whatever.

HEY! 7 more Fridays until Spring Break. Whooot!

I had my 3 year blogversary this week. More whooting. As previously discussed, I have no idea WHY I have a blog or what the theme is…

Random Thoughts by a Perveyor of British male Hotness…

Of course, there is only ONE British Hottie I’m focused on.

We shall now proceed.

The smoulder is strong in this one.

My work is done.

MANCANDY MONDAY!

Bet you thought I forgot.

Well, I DIDN’T forget! This is the last holiday weekend before spring break – which sadly is at the end of March. We have all these LOVELY looooong holidays and they managed it by taking the 3 day weekends from us. I’d like to have the 3 day weekends back. We need them. Really. We do.

I’ve been fighting with an external. It’s the one with ALL of my knit and crochet on it and it’s the youngest external I have. I got it in October and it decided to error out. Luckily, I was able to do a check disc and I didn’t loose anything – thank you Jesus.

While picking up a few things and grocery shopping, I made the mistake of going into the local Shoe Carnival up the street from me. They were having a sale. Normally, I have a difficult time finding anything in my size the is aircraft carrier width, but I managed today. A comfy black wedge – now I can wear my red pants that needed half an inch height – as well as a pair of taupe boots. I’m going to look bad ass when my green velvet and lace pirate jacket comes in!

And in the 3 days weekend, I forgot to kinda clean my house, get waxed and get my toes done.

There is also the thing with my driver’s license… speeding tickets are murder in Georgia. Don’t get one! Not only does whoever get a piece of your ass, so does the state of Georgia.

But we have been to the grocery, we have crockpot food so Tuesday and Thursday are covered. Tomorrow night – crockpot chili! Whoooot!

Aside has been updated everywhere except RAFrustration. I’m thinking the new mod moved, or returned to school, or is having issues. She’s not updated since just before Christmas and I know I’ve sent three items and several other people have been posting as well. I hope all is well.

And I’m reading a book I don’t want to skip around to see if I’m right. Sophie Oak. Early writer name of Lexi Blake. Double whoooot!

And now. Mancandy.

Give a man a puppy…..

Might be time to set fire to the back yard!

That’s a puppy smile if I ever saw one.

He does this when I’m sunbathing in the back yard. hmmm mmmmm.

I hope ya’ll had a great day and weekend. Mine wasn’t long enough. I’ll be up early in the morning, going to back to my slaving job.

But I have a job.

 

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Fandom Snowflake Challenge #2

create a list of at least three fannish things you’d love to receive, something you’ve wanted but were afraid to ask for – a fannish wish-list of sorts. Leave a comment in this post saying you did it. Include a link to your wish-list if you feel comfortable doing so. Maybe someone will grant a wish. Check out other people’s posts. Maybe you will grant a wish. If any wishes are granted, we’d love it if you link them to this post.

 

Wow. Not asking much, is it?

I, for one, am rather loathe, to ask for anything. I’ve been so blessed with fandom gifts. So it seems rather gratuitous for me to ask for anything.

I’ve been writing fanfiction since… oh… 2001 or 2002. Probably 2002. I saw LOTR in the dollar theater over the summer and went home to hunt up That Elf that made my girly bits tingle massively. It was a difficult search because while Craig Parker’s name was in the credits, it didn’t state WHO he was… unless you were able to read the fast scrolling, itty bitty type, which I couldn’t. But I finally figured out, he played Haldir.

Within weeks, I’d joined a shit load of Yahoo Groups – which were The Forum at the time. At one point, I was on 144 groups. It was massive. But the load of fanfic and artwork that came down the pike was amazing and I was so enthralled by it. When I started writing, I was gifted with a great deal. It was overwhelming. I well remember my first piece of fanart for my first fic.

After that, it was like… a rush….

And this is just for the first fic I did. As I began to branch out – Rohirrim, Harry Potter, I was over-whelmed by the amount of artistry that would arrive periodically in my inbox, or openly posted at a yahoo group…

This doesn’t begin to touch …

And somewhere in this, the little ‘local’ comic strip that celebrated our fandom, came knocking at my door.

 

 

 

In 2005, I was the recipient of some ugly trolling and internet bullying. Apparently they decided I was such a hateful person, no one was my friend, so everyone on the internet was me. It was ugly. Of course, there was retaliation…

 

 

Yes. Craig got a huge kick out of it.  Someday, I’ll nail Bruce to sign it as well. Sadly, I’ll never get the chance to get Alan to sign it.

As the years went by, this sort of out-pouring continued in various forms.

Needless to say, I’ve been over-whelmed.

Since becoming a Richard Well-Wisher, I’ve discovered and made amazing friends. And I could go on with how they’ve blessed me in many ways, but this is for FANNISH things…

Yes, that gratuitous butt shot is a gift for us all!!!

And let’s not forget our favorite POP!Tart

Wot? 

Honestly, this doesn’t TOUCH the art, the gifs, I have 2 RAPS… the Crucible poster at work on my wall… all of it. Last weekend Mimi did up a glorious mp4 for Aside and I can’t get it to load here. I have to UPGRADE…

So needless to say, I feel… odd… and fucking greedy to ask for anything.

Of course, since this is simply a wish list, there are many scenes of fics I’ve written I would love to see artwork of. Not asking for it, just saying.

1. For Rider of the Mark – in the last full chapter, Gamling is holding his daughter for the first time. He’s wandered from his and Aefre’s apartments, sleeping newborn in his arms. He settles down on the Throne of Rohan and proceeds to point to the hanging banners of Edoras and sings his country’s history to his daughter. Unbeknownst to him, Eomer King of Rohan, stands behind the throne, peering over the top and watching his badass and feared Captain, singing to a baby.
2. LOVE! Rohirrim Style – Upon their arrival to Dol Amroth, the entire Rohirrim wedding eorad take to one knee when – while hugging Lothiriel – Eomer wraps his bride to be in his cloak – and declare them good and wrapped. Wedding over.
3. Manna from Heaven. Okay, that FIRST wedding at Ripleys? In 1197????  From Genevieve’s back as the doors open and all she sees is Guy waiting for her at the altar.

I’m NOT asking. I have so much. So much. And I’m so grateful for all of it!

Alright folks

Opinion time.

I am NOT clothes poor. At all. I mean it – at all. I’ve been doing that slow rotation in, trying to restock old stuff and I’m doing okay. I typically have a set amount to spend each month or every other month and I stick to it. I’ve spent my allotment this month.

And then my sister sends me a link to the PyramidCollection….. ZOMG!!!!!

With black fake leather pants (I have) and a black tank or simply black round neck – (which I have.)

It’s my allotment (that I’ve already spent) and I have the funds, but I’m thinking… IF I buy it, I have to punish myself and no clothes for at LEAST 2 or 3 months. At LEAST.

Okay. Easter.

I’m ignoring the boots and I’m ignoring everything else…. but THIS! I NEEEED this!!!

 

Tell me I need this.

It’s GUY DAY!!!!!

It’s also Day 2 of the Snowflake Fandom Challenge, but I’ll get to that tonight.

Good morning and welcome to GuyDay! We, here in the south, have a 3 day weekend. We celebrate Martin Luther King Jr’s birthday and holiday, meaning we’re off. I need it. I’ve been fighting crud for a while and this week, it settled into my bronchial tubes. It triggered a nasty asthma attack yesterday in class and I need to build up some immunity to whatever it is I am not immune to.

You know, like bullshit. I’m NOT immune to bullshit.

That’s not helping either. Tuesday’s high was 42. Yesterday’s high was 77. Rumor has it we’re in for it again. According to weather dot com, no we aren’t. The lowest high we’re going to see in the next 10 days is 67. Other than that… upper 70’s.

Meh. Just meh. Of course, I live in the sub-tropics. What did I expect?

I dunno… maybe a few weeks of WINTER????

I suppose that it too much. So bite me!

This ill-temper in my respiratory system is causing havoc with my reading – as in I bore with the book easily and I guess the end and skip to it to see if I’m right. I’ve been right twice so far. Not good.

I’ve also pulled out my ancient kindle, cleaned it off, put 20 books on it – the 20 I want to focus on for now and I’m reading there. I’m finding I’m very distracted on my Fire thanks to Gummy Drop and Hidden Society.

Oh heads up. William will update tonight. I don’t know what’s going on with RAfrustration. I submitted the LAST chapter of Aside 2 weeks ago. Nothing. I’ve submitted it again and I’m seeing it hasn’t been updated at all in over 2 weeks. Don’t know if the mod went on vacay or what. It’s been quite busy as of late, which I’m thankful for.

So I guess William will update everywhere BUT RAF.

Either way, my plans for this weekend is – clean, finish putting away the Christmas decorations (I need to get another tub. I think one more tub will do it.) Grocery shopping, see how much further I can get into Berlin Station – I’ve gotten through the first 4 episodes, I’m told the 5th episode is THE episode I’ve seen so many buttnaked gifs of. Since it’s going to be warm, perhaps Spawn and I will go to the beach and walk. I need to walk, I need to do something. I’ve gained back all the weight I lost. I’m not pleased. My sweet tooth is triggered bad.

And I have no self-control.

EITHER WAY! I need some Guy. Tumblr was a plethora of guyliner this morning. I have no choice but to share it with all of y’all!

I so love Wedding Day Guy. Marion was an idiot.

No GuyDay is complete without those leather clad peaches.

Now, go finish your Friday and have a great weekend!

Something

has been bugging me.

Really.

See, I have THIS blog for… blogging. And when I got this blog, I wasn’t really sure I knew what blogging really was. I didn’t think it was like a diary or anything.

And this has bothered me on and off since I got it almost 3 years ago. I think it’s been 3 years. Hmmmm.

This question has bothered me more lately. Seems everyone I know use their blogs to discuss the great questions of the universe or ponder Richard. Why do we love him? And we dissect his life, his career, that fine behind to smithereens. Not that there isn’t anything wrong with that.

There are blogs that discuss career choices, feelings, photos, lighting, The Precious to the nano nano detail. It’s heady, it’s deep.

 

And I’m none of that – you know, heady and deep. Sometimes I feel like my ‘blog’ is simply… a diary with pictures of pretty things. Somewhere to keep a list of what I’ve read.

This isn’t my political place. Truth is I don’t LIKE to discuss politics. I’m not going to change my mind. You won’t change yours. Can’t we just do something pleasant, like talk about Him and look at his Peaches? If I discuss politics, it’s because something has pissed me off and this seems to be my place to rant.

A friend of mine on Facebook who is uber liberal (Loves Bernie. Never mind Bernie thinks we have magical money trees and have magic unicorns who piss on the magical money trees to make them grow but I digress) went on a rant and opens it with – I love you anyway Zee – which tagged me and put her rant on my wall.

And of course all of her friends are going down with their… beliefs. And it’s on my wall. And I’m thinking – you know, I could be a bitch and respond. And when I do that, my Conservative friends will back me up and then there will be a blood bath on my wall. And I don’t want that. So I took the high road and untagged myself and removed myself from getting notifications. Because I teach all day, you know, to screaming children and this would be nothing more than an extension of it. If I’m going to deal with screaming people, I’d just soon get paid for it.

And honestly, I do NOT want to talk about it. I just want to rant.

And look at the peaches.

So it isn’t that I’m not capable of deep thoughts and discussion, it’s just… I’d rather not.

Does that make sense?

Ah. Don’t mind me. I’m fighting serious crud. Again. I’m run down and exhausted. Had a bad asthma attack in class today. Managed to find my emergency inhaler but it was scary. And today was overall a shit day and I only have 16 shitty Thursdays left. At least we have a three day weekend. Here. Have some Richard.