wishfulaces: (jeremy)
The Official: Embrace the horror, you work for the state now.

That line means *so* much more to me now than it did 15 years ago.

I decided a rewatch of Invisible Man was in order. It's making me happy.

Also, 64 DAYS TILL WEDDING OH SHIT BEARS. Other people apparently get joy out of these countdowns. I take a kind of masochistic glee out of checking on that number. I think I would rather invite all of you than half my family to come to the party. No, that's a lie, I think I'd just like to have two parties, one with family and one with all of you. My family's had a lot of funerals lately, they need to have a happy reason to come together and celebrate. But dammit, I would totally dig a geeky party of happiness. (Maybe we *will* figure out how to have ourselves a TARDIS wedding cake. MAYBE.)
wishfulaces: (blessed)
This evening, mourning over the new shitty turn my career has taken and wondering what I could do instead, after drinking a delicious and slightly alcoholic minty Oreo shake:

"I could open a bakery. Make blueberry muffins all day long. ...that's a shitty business plan. No! All you get are blueberry muffins! If you want anything else, go somewhere else. No chocolate muffins for you!"

For some reason, this was hysterical to me. It might have been the delicious and slightly alcoholic minty Oreo shake talking.

Later this same evening, taking the masking tape to the couch to remove all the orange fur from the cat:

"Honey, you are a sheddy, sheddy cat."

The boy said we're lucky to have each other.
wishfulaces: (squee!)
See now, if the cat would just lie down next to me on the couch all the time, we'd both be far happier. (I don't think she agrees with me, I think she insists she's happiest lying in my lap with me constantly scritching her ears, but my allergies and my laptop do not agree with her.)

The cat is lying down next to me on the couch right now, you see, calmly and purringly, and that just does not happen very often.

So this past weekend visiting my mom she mentioned, once again, the Aunt Dimity books by Nancy Atherton. And these are mystery books I have not read before, and I'm in the mood for trying something new, so I pick up a couple on Kindle and apparently am probably going to have to pick up the rest because I kinda adore Lori and Bill and Dimity and all the other characters. The writing style is immediately engaging too. (Also, there are recipes at the end of all the books. Any book that involves baking is AOK in my, er, book.)

And Lori got divorced a year ago and lost her mom recently and is having a really crappy time of it and comes out alright in the end, and, okay, I'm weeping on the plane reading this book, you know? Because it's about grief and love and learning to live with loss and it's really hitting home for me. It doesn't help that I was also reading ceremony scripts our officiant gave us to peruse and weeping at all the sappy love bits. I'm sure every other passenger on that flight near my seat wondered what the hell was wrong with me. I've already told a friend she has to pinch me if I start weeping at my own wedding.

In other news, they got me onto the new network system yesterday, which meant I spent the entire day at work today IMing one of our IT gurus, going "C, this is broken now. C, do you happen to have that password because I totally never bothered to save it myself? C, I can't even *find* this software on my laptop now!" It's okay, he got a lot of M&Ms out of hanging out in my office with me half the day.
wishfulaces: (Default)
HI.

I'm still alive. No, really. Just--stuff and things and life keeps happening. Seriously, when I get home from work I mostly want to curl up and play Minion Rush or something else relatively mindless.

But, can I just say, I have been totally loving on Forever? Like, this is the show where my happy place is right now, the show that I am excited about every week because OMG THERE'S A NEW EPISODE YAY. Castle is still a happy place for me, but I'm not OMG YAY about it like I am with Forever. And it's all Ioan Grufford's and Judd Hirsch's fault and they are so adorable eee I can't even and if I ever get my fic-writing mojo back there will be DW/Forever crossovers you bet your sweet bippy.

Also Agent Carter was awesome and cool and so enraging that I wanted to punch every man in the face on average at least twice an episode. Which made for a lot of wincing by my fiancé.

(Um, yes, hi, I have a fiancé now. Fiancés are cool? My engagement ring is a TARDIS. I am not kidding, y'all. ) He proposed by standing at our favorite place in the whole house--there's a step there between the kitchen and the den, so he stands at the bottom so I can stand at the top and be almost equal height with him--and asking, "So, you wanna be my companion through time and space?" BECAUSE THAT'S HOW WE ROLL, YO.)

I might disappear for months on end again. It has been known to happen. Sorry about that.
wishfulaces: (jeremy)
Okay, maybe I'll regret it later, but I threw my first-ever fanfics into the recycling bin today. Complete with illustrations. I was 12 years old, I didn't even know I was writing fanfic. I couldn't even bring myself to reread them. (Which is what makes me think no, actually, I probably won't regret it later....)

I also threw out all the old TV Guides from the '90s demonstrating my geeky obsessions of the day. Ye gods.

Completely unrelatedly, my mom just finished reading something on Kindle entitled How I stole Johnny Depp's Alien Girlfriend, which I was pretty sure was real person fic, but maybe it isn't after all? She said it was the silliest thing she'd ever read, but in a good way.
wishfulaces: (squee!)
A pic of the six-foot Sir Winston Leonard Spencer ChurchBear (Winnie for short) was requested. I am happy to oblige:

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What did I tell you? BEAR.

Also, for those of you who are academically inclined and would wish to do some research, there's now a wiki for sci-fi authors' archival collections at various institutions. The institutions mostly seem to be U.S.-based, though I think I saw at least one U.K. university, and the listing is by no means complete (they don't, for example, have Connie Willis' papers listed at University of Northern Colorado). But still, it did my geeky heart proud to find this announcement on a listserv today, and hey, it's a wiki. Add to it!
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I was on vacation for a week. Tomorrow is going to suck.

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wishfulaces: (SIGH)
Rewatching Farscape; Aeryn Sun is being awesome and Chiana is being angry and Zhaan is holding the world together, and this seems the best thing to watch on International Women's Day.

The thing about White Collar: they do the 'OMG I can't tell Peter/Neal/Elizabeth/Hughes/everyone else ever this major secret!' thing a lot, right, but then--unlike other shows, like Supernatural, say--the person keeping the secret ends up telling it anyway, after just a couple episodes of strife and lying. So they have some of the drama but then they undercut themselves and move onto creating tension in other ways. I really like that they do that, it's much less reliant upon a really stupid narrative trope that annoys the crap out of me.

***

So a couple weeks ago, I got a sinoplasty done on my nose, and it was bloody and painful and blech. And then apparently I developed a sinus infection from them, y'know, rummaging around in my sinuses for an hour, so I've continued to feel painful and blech, off and on, some days much worse than others.

I reserve the right to cut off my nose if, after all this, I'm still sneezing and sniffling and wheezing come spring.

***

I'M GOING TO PUERTO RICO THIS SUMMER. I'm still trying to figure out if I can also go to the Grand Canyon. And I'm definitely going to Indianapolis and New Orleans. (I thought this was supposed to be my light travel year. HAH.)
wishfulaces: (hobbit hands)
I'm flipping through the newsletter from the Midwest Archives Conference, looking over the info about the annual meeting in April, when I discover the plenary speaker is going to be one of the board members for the OTW and HOLY CRAP NOW I REALLY HAVE TO GO TO THIS CONFERENCE.

Thank you, geeky archivists, for being geeky. (No, wait, she's going to talk about A03? HOLY CRAP I REALLY HAVE TO GO TO THIS CONFERENCE.)

That is all. Well, no, it's not all, I decided this morning I really *am* that stressed, but that is enough for now.
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Back in those glory days of the late 1980s, when my family thrived on such shows as Murder, She Wrote and Adderly, we also enjoyed Father Dowling. My mom got it on DVD and I'm finally watching the first season, which she lent me...er, several months ago...and, oh, let's chalk up another '80s-girl-crush, shall we? Sister Steve is adorably happy-go-lucky for having a pretty rough backstory, with far too many mad skillz to be entirely believable, but when Father Frank tells her "Absolutely not!" she just smiles in that "oh, you're so cute, thinking I'm going to follow your orders" way and then goes and does what he forbid her to do. And is awesome doing it. (Also, she wore a tux while bartending. Women in tuxes are a weakness for me.)

Now I want to watch the rest of Adderly, just for Mona Ellerby to go along with Sister Steve and hello, brain, remember how it's the 21st century now?
wishfulaces: (Default)
Do your co-workers sneak-gift and card you? I mean, they wait until the exact moment you leave your cubicle/office and sneak in to drop off a card and/or gift?

Seriously, my co-workers are ninja gifters. I left to get some nummy cinnamon-pretzel sticks from the food table or to pick something up at the printer--FIVE SECONDS--and my supervisor dropped off a card in the meantime, with no sign that he'd ever been remotely near my cubicle. It's both charming and disturbing.

So is it just a quirk of my admittedly quirky office, or is this common? (I'm totally going into work early to drop stuff off at people's offices before they come in tomorrow. I'll out-ninja them all, haha!)
wishfulaces: (crack)
okay, no, seriously, CASTLE )

To sum up: Age of the geek, baby, age of the geek.

*

I did not sign up for Yuletide this year. Considering the way this week is going, that is really for the best from the view of stress levels (work is going to kill me, I'm going on another plane with my mother this weekend and maybe I should have gotten sedatives instead of her, an incident in the choir for which I'm on the board has left me feeling ill for many weeks now, and for the first time in my ever-loving life I am having to choose what the hell to do about stupid holidays this year), but still. Woe. I'm not doing Yuletide this year.
wishfulaces: (all the world's a stage)
1. I have a new laptop. It just arrived in the mail today. This is the first new piece of tech I've gotten--bar my Kindle (which is now ancient) and a crappy cell phone that was supposed to be temporary when I got it two (three?) years ago--since the laptop I got as a gift when I graduated from grad school in 2006. HOLY HELL I HAVE A NEW LAPTOP. I will be properly mobile again! (My current laptop, on which I'm writing this since I haven't even opened the other one yet, is now essentially a desktop. I have it tied to an external monitor as the backlight has died on the actual monitor.)

ii. I am struggling about whether to do Yuletide this year or not. I've barely written any fic this year, I don't see me having much time for source reviewing and writing in the next couple months, I'm trying to de-stress my life and that would possibly be stressful, nobody other than me will really care either way whether I do Yuletide or not...but it's Yuletide, dammit!

c. There is no third point, but what's the use of a list with only two things on it? Hell, I'm starving, I need to wander away and find dinner with the boy.

Vier. Actually, I lie; yesterday I snapped at my boss. This is the only time in my life that I have snapped at my boss. (I once rolled my eyes and interrupted a boss, but I was in the middle of a crisis at the time and she wasn't being helpful.) I backpedaled furiously, he left my cubicle amicably, but sweet jesus on a pogo stick that was a terrifying moment or three. My co-worker who overheard the conversation assures me she would have jumped in to rescue me had she needed to; we mutually agreed to make large STOP signs and put them on yard sticks to hold up over cubicle walls, just in case one or the other of us goes too far.

(Today was a much, much better day. Friday! Pay day! I shall goof off at work and not feel guilty! Etc etc etc.)
wishfulaces: (travel curse)
I was traveling for 30 solid hours between Monday/Tuesday, and on the long flight from Frankfurt to Germany [ETA: CHICAGO, omg, I was still really jetlagged yesterday, okay?] I watched three movies, all of which made me cry. While in the aisle seat to boot. Yeah. The movies were The Vow, The Descendents, and Breakfast at Tiffany's. Yes, that's right, Breakfast at Tiffany's made me cry. It was my first time seeing it, and I sort of instantly fell in love with the movie and a young George Peppard and have great plans to read the book at some point. (Mickey Rooney as a Japanese man was a seriously jarring note, as was Paul's insistence that Holly belonged to him because he loved her, but otherwise the movie was ridiculously charming.)

If you must know, it was the cat in the rain that made me cry. DON'T THROW THE CAT OUT IN THE RAIN.

I'm still battling exhaustion and probably jetlag, though I'm mostly refusing to admit that. There was a point when I broke down in O'Hare because they were going to delay my flight by 4.5 hours, meaning I wouldn't land until 4 a.m. and get home before five, but thankfully that didn't *quite* happen. I was home by 3 a.m. instead.

But I have a bottle of Hungarian wine and a couple Bohemian glasses, and eventually I'll catch up on sleep. Probably.
wishfulaces: (sock it to me)
Is it indicative that one travels too much when I have ready to go year-round a quart-size bag of 3 oz-or-smaller toiletries and when I can unpack from a long weekend in 10 minutes or less?

Also, my lunch today consisted of a slice of leftover homemade pizza from...I don't want to tell you how long ago we cooked it; an apple; and a cream cheese donut. Thank the gods I made it to the grocery store after work and bought piles of fresh fruit and veg.

(Also, sekrit message to [livejournal.com profile] troyswann and [livejournal.com profile] jenlev: I was IN LAWRENCE last night, hnur hnur hnur. Ahem. Sorry about that, Sal. Sorry. SORRY FOR CARING. Anyway.)
wishfulaces: (mostly harmless)
A/N: Written in approximately one hour on a plane, this is probably both wildly OOC and wildly inaccurate. Happy holidays, anyway! *big, cheesy grin*

The Holiday Ficathon Exchange Job

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wishfulaces: (jeremy)
I HAVE COMPLETED A FIRST DRAFT FOR YULETIDE!

Aaaaaand it has full-on porn in it. Huh.
wishfulaces: (miracles and wonder)
Meme, gakked from a couple different places: Your job is now your Time Lord name. The last digit of your phone number is the current regeneration you are in. The nearest clothing item to your right is now the most notable item in your current wardrobe. The last person you texted is your current companion. Your favorite word is now your catchphrase.

So I'm the Archivist, in my 2nd incarnation (or it could be my 4th, depending on which phone number I'm using how honest I'm feeling), I apparently have nothing notable in my wardrobe since there is no clothing to my right--though I have a shawl to my left?--my friend C. is my companion, which is HILARIOUS since he's barely seen anything of the show (but he is a computer programmer, HELLO MEL), and wobble is my catchphrase.

I want a t-shirt that states, "Wobble is my catchphrase."
wishfulaces: (amused illya)
If I read the caller ID right (my landline phone is in a somewhat inaccessible place, which is indeed indicative of what I think about phones), the NRA called me five minutes after the HRC did.

Neither left a message, though. How rude.

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