rough wild vanilla

thank you kindly.

Sun, 27 Oct 2013 22:19:21 GMT

I'd intended an eloquent post here, but I ain't got no eloquence today, so I'll just let you know: with y'all's invaluable help, I've raised almost a thousand dollars for Alzheimer's research.*

I thank you. The sistergirl thanks you. La Mama thanks you. So does everyone else anyone has ever lost to this damn disease - and everyone who may yet lose a loved one thus.

Mille grazie.

(If you haven't donated and wish to, there's still plenty of time. Get thee hence and do so. Then email me at keeyoo at gmail dot com with your snailmail addy and I'll send you a purple sQarf.)

*(That amount includes the result of my selling twenty sqarves at the walk itself, which sum hasn't yet been credited to my account by the Walk organizers.)

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memory, makings, and walking in love: a request

Thu, 24 Oct 2013 03:45:22 GMT

Two weeks ago tomorrow, standing in a rural Virginia courthouse in blue pinstripes and the staid black pumps that pass for my court heels these days, I lost the thread of my argument in the thicket of a sudden thought: "My mother died five years ago today."

Five years ago that day. 10 October 2008. A Friday. I remember the come-home-now email I got that Tuesday from the sistergirl's friend K, who knew I never answered my cell phone. I remember the last client I talked to through silent tears the afternoon I left for FamilyTown, trying to help them keep their housing as my heart's shelter crumbled. I remember the ABIL, the sistergirl's then-just-a-year husband, bringing us Subway sandwiches as we stood in the doorway of Mom's bedroom and watched her barely breathe and then throwing a fit that night when he didn't get thanked profusely enough. I remember cropping PDF scans of fifty-, sixty-, seventy-year-old photos on my laptop propped on Mom's caretaker J's kitchen counter, evening up edges and preserving Kodak borders as though the project before me was an academic exercise instead of a history of love.

I remember the soft cream shawl I made those last three days of La Mama's life with us, crocheted of a pretty slubby yarn MMWD had sent me earlier that year, all scallops and swoop and just a little dainty feminine fringe. I spread it over the quilt covering her legs the Friday morning she died, and I sent it into the fire with what she left behind when she moved on.

I remember these things. They hurt like hell. But I'd rather have the pain and the memories than risk losing either to what killed my mother: to Alzheimer's disease.

So this Saturday, for the fourth year in a row, I'll be volunteering at and traipsing the route of the Walk to End Alzheimer's here in Workville. And in support of that endeavor, I hereby make the same promise tonight, in honor and memory of La Mama, that I made this past spring in a similar context:

Donate any amount to the Walk to End Alzheimer's via this link right here and I'll send you a fabulous purple sQarf (illustrative examples here).

Just click the link to donate, email me at keeyoo at gmail dot com with your snailmail address, and you'll be ensQarfed by Thanksgiving.

I'm walking solo this year, but I'll be carrying you with me in gratitude and love.

Mille grazie.

(Relatedly: If you donated to the MS Walk at my request earlier this year and are wondering about the whereabouts of the fabulous orange sqarf you should have received from me in return: it's sitting atop a pile of packing envelopes in my living room with its sistren and brethren, wondering rather irritably why it hasn't met you yet. If that applies to you, (1) my heartiest apologies; (2) please re-send me your snailmail address via the email address above and I'll get an orange sqarf out to you by Thanksgiving as well.)

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experiment, redux: two sets of five things

Tue, 08 Oct 2013 00:53:17 GMT

Five things I somehow never find myself thinking at my gym, weight-machining away while staring down the fifteen-strong row of giant hanging flat-screen TVs:

1) "Mr. Trump, that toupee is simply smashing."

2) "Fair and balanced, yah, you betcha."

3) "The exponential increase in 'reality' TV is a sign that the universe loves us and wants us to be happy."

4) "That guy from Man v. Food needs to open his mouth wider."

5) "Dear nightly news on every channel: please add more middle-aged white men and bottle blondes to your flock of talking heads. It's way too multiculti up there."

Five things I actually did find myself thinking tonight at my gym, weight-machining away etc:

1) "I bet Donald Trump's cameraman needs a spit guard."

2) "Nancy Grace is not aging well."
2a) "Anderson Cooper, on the other hand, is managing just fine."
2b) "And Alex Trebek as well, actually."
2c) "... I bet there's fic for that."

3) "I would rather watch Bones pry open a corpse's ribcage than be subjected to another election ad."
3a) "Good thing that's an option."

4) "Watching Man v. Food while working out is a weird combination of carrot and stick."

5) "I must have missed the part where the Affordable Care Act ceased to be, y'know, the law of the frickin' land and became all, like, optional and shit."
5a) "... Fox News just asked TVland whether the American People Will Rise Up Against Obamacare. Primetime inducement to riot, right there for our viewing pleasure. Why am I not more surprised?"

And a bonus:
6) "Ow."

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experiment, day 2: five reasons my job is pissing me off right now

Tue, 17 Sep 2013 01:28:55 GMT

1) I worked fifty hours more than required in August. FIFTY. Five. Zero. I took all or part of four days off without putting in for leave, and I still worked that much over. (I'm salaried.)

2) I put in 14 hours of work this past weekend, including all functional hours of Sunday ...

3) ... and then came in this morning to discover from my friend Z, our intake paralegal, that my boss had changed the way we evaluate family-law cases so that many, many more could conceivably come flooding through our door, because he doesn't feel we're helping enough people.

( Which, of course, we aren't. (Remainder redacted for Spuffy's sake.) )

For the record, for reasons that don't need exploring at this juncture, I am the attorney in the office who handles the bulk of the family-law cases we keep in-house. And yet, somehow I had no idea the floodgates were about to be opened until Z thoughtfully gave me an update.

... yeah, I (still) got nothin'.

4) I ran a report over the weekend against our client/time database comparing my case-closure rate with those of my two full-time colleagues. In my coming-up-on-seven years, I've closed two hundred and fifty more cases than my supervising attorney - who started three weeks before I did - and over three hundred more cases than my other full-time colleague. And that does not count the two hundred family-law cases that I don't get credit for closing because I filtered them to our pro bono network - as my boss desired - rather than handling them in-house.

I don't even know what to DO with that.

5) My damn right elbow hates where my work desk mousepad is. Also, our coffeemaker is broken. (What, you expected more boring attorney drama? Caffeine deprivation and tendonitis, people: these are the tragedies of our times.)

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an experiment: a week of five things

Sun, 15 Sep 2013 10:59:32 GMT

Five things about me this morning:

1) I woke up at 5:50 am. (This? Is not standard Q behavior.)

2) I'm drinking hot cider. (Thank you, Keurig.)

3) I'm psyched it seems no longer to be air-conditioning weather here in QBurg. (Open windows FTW. [Except for the bedroom one, the screen on which the USS Badger clawed a random escape hole in two years ago and which will not again get opened enough to permit him egress until I have repaired that damage.])

4) I have what I estimate to be six hours of work to do today and probably twice that many makes I'd far rather be working on. (I can't bring myself to characterize my crochet/kumihimo/etc as art, but for some reason "craft" strikes me as belittling - I think because it's the word that's traditionally been used for women's artistic endeavors to suggest they're somehow Less Than. Hence, "makes.") (Also: ask me some time about the reports I ran recently on my firm's client/time database and what they show about the hours I put in and the number of cases I close. Unless you're Spuffyduds, in which case, don't :-).)

5) I'm writing in my online journal/s again for the first time in months. (Hi. Good morning/afternoon/evening. I haven't talked to y'all in some time, but you've all been in my thoughts.)

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PSA and plea (with prizes! promise!)

Fri, 12 Apr 2013 16:27:59 GMT

Sorry about the gap in communication, y'all. Life rang my bell in the first round this week, and I had to hit my corner to regroup for a bit.

*ducks back under ropes and takes up fighting position in the center of the ring*

I promise an actual update on me at some point over the next couple of days - probably tomorrow, actually, since I will have been on my feet for a good long while at that point and will need the sit-down-and-rest-the-dogs time.

This, however, is not that update. This is (in my opinionated opinion) a much more important thing. This is a request for assistance - for donations - for help. Not for or to me. For a member of my found family, and for everyone else who struggles with what she has.

See, I have this truly marvelous friend named Nan. I met Nan and her husband a year ago and instantly felt as though I had known them all my life. Nan would take care of the entire world if her arms reached that far, in a way that would be neither patronizing nor martyred but simply, impossibly, kind and compassionate. Instead, she settles for being fabulous to as many people as she can get to over the course of a single lifetime and for taking care of as many of those as will stand still for a little love.

Nan is one of the good ones, you get me?

Nan is also one of the upwards of two million people on this crowded sphere who have multiple sclerosis. She's had it for years. She doesn't care for it much. And she wants it gone - if not for her, then for her kids and her friends and her many, many chosen-family folk.

And I want to help her make it go. Because the world doesn't have so many of the good ones in it that it can afford to lose them, y'know?

So it's like this, cats: donate to the MS Walk in my name, in honor of Nan (and of my feet, which will be walking with Nan and others this Saturday in Rockville, MD)? And I?

Will send you a scarf.

Not just any scarf. An ORANGE scarf. To be more precise, an orange sQarf. Orange for MS; Q for me; adornment for you; and the money for Nan and for everyone else who wrestles with this difficult disease.

I have paid for yarn (every skein of yarn involving orange within a twenty-mile radius, I am looking at YOU); my fingers are paying for labor; I will be shelling out for shipping. All you gotta do is throw any amount of money you can afford (and I do mean any) in the face of multiple sclerosis.

So. If you like and are so inclined, please do the following, for me and for Nan and for any other soldiers in this war that you may know:

Check out these photos for pics of the sQarves.

Donate what you can here, on my individual MS Walk page (which should remain up and functional after tomorrow's walk, so don't let the timing stop you!).

Comment here with your snailmail addy - or, if you don't care for orange (and I join you in that, unless we're talking juice), the snailmail addy of the person you'd like to get your sQarf.

Sit back and wait for orange yarny goodness to come your way!

And thank you all most kindly.

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and now I go back to sleep. zzzzz

Sat, 06 Apr 2013 17:16:59 GMT

Proof positive that when I can make myself actually leave my cave on weekends I'm in town, I am capable of getting a fair amount done: today thus far I have

attended my first yoqua class (yeah, I know, but I didn't make up the name) (and by the way, that makes four days in a row on which I've done a modicum of exercise - small goals, small goals);

gotten a much-needed oil change;

purchased an even more badly needed Bluetooth headset;

bought orange yarns of various hues and combinations at the two closest LYSs for a project I will be sharing later today (and probably again tomorrow/Monday, as it's time-sensitive);

had my rear tires replaced;

and picked up my mail, including the replacement filters for the only water-fountain-purifier-thingy I've yet found that my sheddy cats can't clog into oblivion and the Puffity-cat, whose issues include sight problems and who therefore apparently can't drink water unless it's actually moving because he made it move by dragging its container halfway across the bathroom floor, cannot topple.

My knees hurt a bit, ngl. My pocket book hurts rather more. But necessary stuff got done, and that's good, no?

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Fri, 05 Apr 2013 02:23:11 GMT

How this works: You comment, I give you an age (please tell me how old you currently are, to minimize the chances that answering will require time travel) and you fill out the meme questions as they applied to you then and apply to you now.

cinco gave me 19. EVEN LONGER AGO OMG.

( I lived in: )

( I drove: )

( I was in a relationship with: )

( I feared: )

( I worked at: )

( I wanted to be: )

This is a really interesting exercise, IMO.

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Tue, 02 Apr 2013 00:53:15 GMT

How this works: You comment, I give you an age (please tell me how old you currently are, to minimize the chances that answering will require time travel) and you fill out the meme questions as they applied to you then and apply to you now.

wordweaverlynn gave me 25. Lordy, but THAT was a while ago.

( I lived in: )

( I drove: )

( I was in a relationship with: )

( I feared: )

( I worked at: )

( I wanted to be: )

Huh. That was ... interesting. Anyone want to give me another age?

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ten things (a/k/a Q 101, part a of [n])

Mon, 01 Apr 2013 03:34:15 GMT

Given that it's been an age since I've posted anything (possibly an age and a half) and that I just re/met a considerable number of nifty people at Muskrat Jamboree, it seems an apposite time to do that ten-things meme I've seen most recently at Chez kassrachel and La Casa de riverlight. Yes, I know there are twenty-five- and fifty- and hundred-things versions of this meme out there. One step at a time on this rejoining-the-land-of-the-online-living, yo.

In no particular order:
( 1. I used to be a professional musician. )

( 2. Now I'm a lawyer. )

( 3. My mom died four and a half years ago. I miss her every day. )

( 4. I write fanfiction. )

( 5. I live in the Shallow South. )

( 6. I've been in a long-distance relationship for a little over a year. )

( 7. I'm addicted to police procedurals. )

( 8. I have three catboys. )

( 9. I'm a family-sized woman. )

( 10. I'm a raging liberal. )

( 11. I'm doubly bi. )

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Tue, 20 Sep 2011 02:39:21 GMT

"Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away." That's the
Elegant
Loving way the Puritans put it -
Elongating the praise,
Not eliminating it:
That's the
Least
Effortful way to say: I love you;
See me; save me;
Sojourn with me.

I
Need to hear that
Caring, to catch the edge of that
Remote, peace-filled regard: it gives me hope: it
Enables
Me to think that there is love - there IS -
Even though I sometimes forget that fact. It armors me. Especially
Now, these particular days,
Thinking my way up to the October
Anniversary of that singular, unrecognized
Loss.
I confess: despite the expectation that grief should obey a timeclock, I
Still miss her: irreplaceable, unforgettable:
Mom.

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dear Pat Robertson: you suck beyond the telling of it.

Thu, 15 Sep 2011 01:34:25 GMT

Everyone's favorite pseudo-Christian crazy says Alzheimer's justifies divorce.

Yes, you read that right.

No, it's not an Onion article.

Wanna know how he gets around that pesky "in sickness and in health" thing?

"'If you respect that vow, you say "til death do us part,"' Robertson said during the Tuesday broadcast. 'This is a kind of death.'"

I just.

I cannot.

I do not even have the WORDS for how angry this makes me.

(Why, yes, Mr. Robertson, you unspeakably ignorant and uncaring asshat, since you ask: it is World Alzheimer's Month.)

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so. Alzheimer's. walking. me.

Thu, 07 Oct 2010 04:46:36 GMT

As y'all may remember, my amazing mom, Peggy Wirtz, died of Alzheimer's (inter alia, as we lawyers rather stuffily say) on 10 October 2008.

This weekend, the SG and I are walking in the Alzheimer's Association's Workville 2010 Memory Walk on 9 October 2010, just one day before Mom's yahrzeit.

I would be most grateful if y'all would consider supporting us in that endeavor by clicking through to my walk donation page and tossing a little money towards the Association's many, varied, and valorous endeavors. I do know times are tight for many folks (what I do for a living makes that fact inescapable), so please, please do not feel compelled to do this (or to apologize if you can't - trust me, that is way past unnecessary). But if you can donate even a dollar, that would be marvelous and much appreciated.

Google's confusion about who said this (Margaret Mead? Macchiavelli?) doesn't alter its essential truth: "Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has."

Join my corner of the vital citizenry?

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Sun, 03 Oct 2010 00:43:18 GMT

Originally posted by neo_prodigy at Spirit Day

It’s been decided. On October 20th, 2010, we will wear purple in honor of the 6 gay boys who committed suicide in recent weeks/months due to homophobic abuse in their homes at at their schools. Purple represents Spirit on the LGBTQ flag and that’s exactly what we’d like all of you to have with you: spirit. Please know that times will get better and that you will meet people who will love you and respect you for who you are, no matter your sexuality. Please wear purple on October 20th. Tell your friends, family, co-workers, neighbors and schools.

RIP Tyler Clementi, Seth Walsh (top)
RIP Justin Aaberg, Raymond Chase (middle)
RIP Asher Brown and Billy Lucas. (bottom)

REBLOG to spread a message of love, unity and peace.

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if I had a bell, I'd be ringin' the hell out of it right about now

Wed, 01 Sep 2010 01:14:45 GMT

Go, PP&M. My childhood musical heroes keep on keeping on (see: Pete Seeger, Arlo Guthrie, and so on).

Thanks to brooklinegirl for calling my attention to this.

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boosting the Yuletide-pinchhit signal

Tue, 22 Dec 2009 16:16:26 GMT

spuffyduds brought this to my attention, and I now bring it to yours. If you are on the Yuletide-pinchhit list, you'll want to take a look at the following from the ever-valiant elynross:

"Pinch Hits Problem
Apparently Yahoogroups has changed some policy, and the wave of pinch hits sent out has DISABLED MY YAHOO ACCOUNT. I can't post to it to tell the pinch hitters why I'm not responding to claims. Of the 20+ groups I belong to or own, only 3 are displaying, presumably because the rest are on the email address that has been disabled. I... am not a happy camper.

At this point, I need to sleep, and there's very little I can do about this. If you want to claim a pinch hit, you'll need to *forward* or otherwise get the info to my personal email (elynross@gmail.com), and I'll work with that, and try and respond when I get up in a few hours.

Please boost the signal on this, to try and reach other people on the pinch hit list. I'm not sure how the second half of the pinch hits are going to go out, but we'll figure something out."

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pits and bieces

Mon, 28 Sep 2009 00:58:06 GMT

I keep thinking of posts and then not making them, because I don't have the time to be eloquent and I don't have the creativity to be effectively precise and I feel like it's not worth it otherwise.

Tonight, as I was breaking up cauliflower for one of my favorite veggie dishes, Roast Cauliflower With Olive Oil, Sea Salt, Fresh-Ground Pepper, And Nothing Much Else, it occurred to me that that's silly.

So here. Have a few bullet-pointed plusses (and the odd minus) in lieu of eloquent and/or efficient content.

+ Ian, my next-door neighbors'/landlords' three-year-old son, who is beyond adorable, came running around their back-yard garden towards me tonight when I got out of my car after bell practice. Usually this is because he wants to give me a flower or tell me I'm getting home too late for dinner. Tonight, it was because he wanted to give me a hug. <3...! I have known this child since he was a literal babe in literal arms, and I tend generally to treat him as a valued and curious tiny semi-adult - and he still likes me. Go figure.

+ ...bell practice? Oh, right: I joined the bell choir at the Episcopal church I've been attending off and on for about a year. Never done the bell thing before, except very very occasionally when one or another of the choirs in which I sang needed a handbell accent. But I am - still - a musician, and also a percussionist and pianist, and as it turns out? I can do this. So after six years of silence, I'm making music at last.

+ One of the things I've been most dreading - digging and shoveling and researching and writing in order to read one of the boards I'm on the well-informed riot act about, inter alia, trust - is about three-quarters over.

+ I got a reasonably good start this weekend on all three of the major things I have to do in the next ten days: an IEP meeting with a client that promises to be more contentious than the time will hold; preparation for a five-day intensive training on trial advocacy; and the third issue this year of the one journal I still copyedit.

- The IEP client, whom I liked and respected, turns out to be a xenophobic, judgmental, right-wing, closeted racist who finds offensive the fact that someone decided to translate popcorn ads into Spanish (with English subtitles) during the AMLAs. This will have no effect on my ability to represent them - or, more accurately, their child - but it saddens me nonetheless.

+ Tomato season is not quite over.

+ And squash season has already started.

+ The catboys are still awesome. And silvery grey. And tabby. And softly purring.

+ There is really rather a lot of nifty television out there right now. (Even if most of the women in the shows in question ARE too fucking skinny for words.)

+ In the first episode of Mercy, a nurse gets a cop to take her home for hot sex and an orderly provides an experienced comic-relief Greek chorus for his friends' dramatic maneuverings. Oh - did I mention that (as far as this reasonably experienced watcher can tell) the nurse is African-American/Hispanic, the cop is Italian-American (aka, in some quarters, white), and the orderly is (1) Hispanic and (2) gay?

- Between 2 October and 6 November, I'm going to three professional conferences and two intense family events. I'm pre-emptively exhausted.

- I am also beyond overworked, to the point of spending every night and weekend day plowing through cases and trying like hell to get caught up.

- Needless to say, I'm a bit tired. (And also uncharacteristically silent.)

- The first of the family events - which comes, regrettably, immediately on the heels of the first of the conferences - is the first anniversary of La Mama's death.

+ I get to spend it with the sistergirl, who is prying herself away from the ABIL and coming to stay with me for the weekend.

+ I have an appointment with a sports orthopod this coming Friday to try to figure out

- why my right ankle is still not working properly.

+ Clyde the bionicized knee, however, is working just fine. And has this very sexy scar to boot.

- Still not king. Or even president.

And you? Give me a plus and minus for you, eh?

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a letter to La Mama

Mon, 11 May 2009 01:59:05 GMT

Dearest La Mama -

( Y'know, this would be WAY easier with a glass of wine. Or three. Preferably from a bottle shared with you. Kendall Jackson chardonnay, anyone? )

To those in my circle who are mothers of any kind: the happiest of mothers' days. To those in my circle who have lost their mothers: you are in my thoughts and my heart. To all the rest of you: be well and be loved.

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help me, Obi-Wan - you're my only hope

Thu, 07 May 2009 15:50:40 GMT

( 1) Technowoe. )

( 2) Craftiness. )

3), a brief open letter to the weather gods:
Dear Thundering Herds -

Spring rocks - not least because it is my birthday season and that of an awful lot of other nifty people. Please quit fucking with it. Workville does not lie in monsoon latitudes. Nor is it Florida. Some brief period of cool bearable prettiness seems requisite before we plunge right straight into hot wet heat, no?

--irritably, Q

4) I've returned to work this week, working 15-20 hours max from home. My goal is to ramp up to 40 hours/week by the end of May, and to return to my firm's physical plant on 1 June, by which time I should hopefully have been cleared to drive again. I am ... ambivalent about this. Bears thinking about, no?

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one small step for everybody, whether they're walking or not

Tue, 05 May 2009 15:34:43 GMT

DC Council votes - unanimously - to recognize same-sex marriages performed in other states.

I don't like hope. She's a tease, and a mean one. But right now, I'm falling in love with her.

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Mon, 04 May 2009 03:02:43 GMT

01. Make a list of 5 things you can see:
The Terrible Towel the sistergirl got me when the Steelers won the 2009 Superbowl; the piles of please-please-do-me stuff occluding my desktop; the new wireless printer that won't print wirelessly GRRR ARGH ANYWAY; the bodhran I can't play yet; my collection of Qs, which the SG hung on the wall for me when she was here recently.

02. Would you ever get plastic surgery?
Unlikely in the extreme.

03. Is there anything in your fridge right now that you would never eat/drink?
Somewhere at the back there's a can of Bud Light, I think.

04. Do you drink coffee?
OH YES PLEASE. ...ahem.

05. Do you nap a lot?
I wish.

06. What was your first celebrity crush?
Duran Duran in toto, with an emphasis on Simon LeBon and Nick Rhodes. *dates self liek wo*

07. What's your current fandom/obsession/addiction?
Insofar as I have one - I am a lousy fan, people - it's probably Southland, with a side order of Castle (in which I know I'm not alone) and Eleventh Hour (in which I'm probably sadly alone, but I'm okay with that). I'm slashfannish only about Southland; the other two I just love and want to keep watching.

08. What are you listening to right now?
The Barenaked Ladies singing "Maybe You're Right", courtesy of Omphale.

09. What was the last text message you received?
I don't have text enabled, because it makes me cranky. *is 97 years old*

10. What websites do you always visit when you go online?
The ones I have set as my home pages in Google: iGoogle, Google Reader, Google Calendar, Gmail, LexisNexis, a local grassroots news website for Workville, Ravelry, Livejournal, Dreamwidth, Facebook, Twitter, and Daily Mugshot. It's a rare day when I don't add something to my Netflix Q/ueue, too.

11. What was the last thing you bought?
A DVD boxed set containing the first volumes of Second Sight (Clive Owens FTW) and Touching Evil (Robson Greene ditto), about twelve minutes ago (post-op recuperation? v. hard on my willpower, it seems). Sadly, the first volume of the in-my-opinion execrable BBC Inspector Lynley adaptation comes with the desired items, but given the cost I'm okay with that.

12. What are you looking forward to this week?
Going back to work for a very limited number of hours; figuring out what fun physical activity I can use to carrot myself into rehabbing the BioniQ properly.

13. Does the weather affect your mood?
Holy hell, yes. O Seasonal Affective Disorder, how I love thee...NOT.

14. What is your zodiac sign?
Taurus. Shocking, I know. Please have the courtesy to at least act surprised.

15. Name a song that makes you think about a ship/character that you like lately.
Off the top of my head, "Another One Bites the Dust" says Coop/Ben to me.

16. Weird dreams?
All the time. Would that I could remember them.

17. Do you have any siblings?
One, known as the sistergirl herein.

18. What's something you'd like to say to someone right now?
Get a grip and admit it or lose her permanently: your choice.

19. What are your plans for next weekend?
Dunno. Wanna come visit?

20. Say something to the person who tagged you:
Wasn't tagged - I stole this meme wholesale - but SD: you are daily in my thoughts and heart, my dear.

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music makes the fucking WORLD go 'round.

Mon, 04 May 2009 02:28:04 GMT

Some days the world just amazes me. Check this out and tonight you might agree.

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rough wild vanilla

thank you kindly.

memory, makings, and walking in love: a request

experiment, redux: two sets of five things

experiment, day 2: five reasons my job is pissing me off right now

an experiment: a week of five things

PSA and plea (with prizes! promise!)

and now I go back to sleep. *zzzzz*

ten things (a/k/a Q 101, part a of [n])

dear Pat Robertson: you suck beyond the telling of it.

so. Alzheimer's. walking. me.

if I had a bell, I'd be ringin' the hell out of it right about now

boosting the Yuletide-pinchhit signal

pits and bieces

a letter to La Mama

help me, Obi-Wan - you're my only hope

one small step for everybody, whether they're walking or not

music makes the fucking WORLD go 'round.

and now I go back to sleep. zzzzz