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6/27/2002
6/18/2002
Dear Whiny Co-Worker, Please stop telling the nice co-worker in the cubicle next to me all your personal problems, and do something about solving them. Really, venting to Nice Co-worker might make you feel better for a little while, but you really should start seeing a professional. Sincerely, Add. Nice Co-Worker has informed that he is in therapy. It's obviously not working. 6/11/2002
Ennui gone now. Feel interesting in babbling. First up, Peach Salsa! Peach Salsa 2 ripe peaches (skin should easyily peel away) Peel the peaches and chop up the slippery little buggers. Dump them into a bowl. Chop the onion, and dump it into the bowl. Split the pepper in half and deseed it. (Very important to get all the seeds and the ribby part.) Slice the pepper up fine and dump into to bowl. Snip up as much cilantro as you like and dump into bowl. Stir and serve! CC, my thought processes are so different, I think I'm a freak. Oh well, I shall bear up bravely under my burden. You got the story I was talking about right off the bat. Sadly, I didn't get which story you were talking about. ponders 'Eight' Ummmm, smut. Looking at Kathy's blog lead me to ponder something else. 'Why are lists so confining?' There seems to be a lot of self-editing on mailing lists. Especially on MfU mailing lists. Because, good forbid you say what you really like or dislike on there. You'll either be accused of trolling/flaming if you dislike something or if you're a mod and you like something you'll be accused of trying to influence votes. Why yes, I do still have issues about how my friends were treated on L. Thankyouverymuch. Anyway, I have said things that I would never ever say in this weblog that I never would have dared say on a mailing list. So, why? I do still self-edit. No needs to hear all the details of my personal life. Nor do they need to hear where I work and live. BUT, when it comes to my opinions on fanfic or fandom, I edit out very little. Names aren't usually named, but in my own babbling way I do my true opinions know. So, why am I doing that? Simply put, it's a difference in medium. Entering into a mailing list is akin to entering into a public forum. In this public forum, you're expected to behave and listen politely to the speakers. This can stifle debate, because people with lots of time can dominate the conversation. Or people who have established a reputation as being "special" can hold a lot of weight when they do speak. Now, the difference in a weblog is that this my private soapbox. I might bounce ideas back and forth, but it is my private forum. I say what I please, because I know that others don't have to be here if they don't want to. My expectation is, if someone is upset by what I say, then they should/will stop visiting this page. I am only using my blog as a soapbox, and I am not responsible for strangers' feelings. I am simply conveying my thoughts and opinions, and they don't have to be right or wrong. What does this all boil down to? I have no clue. Somebody else can figure it out. 6/10/2002
I'm bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Too bored to even bounce ideas back at CC. Oh, for you. News on the Miramax remake of "The Ring." Join me in a chrous of groans? That will be all. 6/6/2002
Dear Co-Worker, I don't give a shit about your leave. Nobody gives a shit about your leave. Not even the nice co-worker in the cube next to me, who you insist on telling your leave plans to 2-3 times a week. So, please put a sock in it so I can get some work done. Sincerely, I love the wet vac today. Reallly and truly. Picture if you will, my place last night. It's a basement and it's sometime after 8 and I'm sitting on my bathroom floor as the thunderstorms roll through. My roomate is out, I've got her rat terrier (think Nipper from RCA), *freaking* on my lap. His nub of a tail is plastered to his hindquarters, and he's shaking hard. He's also panting so hard I was sure he was going to was pass due to lack of air. The overweight dachshund, is circling from the hallway, to my sitting room to the bathroom. She's panting and whimpering all the while. She's also stopping in the bathroom to hoover up some bits of cat food that Isis dropped on the floor. Peek, the Quaker parakeet is sitting on the rim of the tub, tugging at my shirt. Jackson is on *her* lap, and what in the world do I think I'm doing I ignoring her? Isis is refusing to have anything to do with this, and is sitting up on top of the recliner ignoring everything. This goes on for at least a half-hour. Rain pours. There's thunder'n'lightning, and assorted hail. The weather starts to calm down, and Jackson gets off my lap. He's still not happy, but he's calmer. Then, water starts coming through my bathroom window. I grab a towel to sop it up, and dash to the bedroom to get another towel. I manage to make it into my bedroom before I realize that the floor is covered in water. A lot of water, and it all come in much less then an hour. So, I dig out the little wet vac, find an extension cord and spend the next hour and a half vaccuming up the water. Peek got thrown back into her cage. Jackson sticks around to watch. Einstein decided she was much happier upstairs. Isis continued to hang out on the recliner. I take a few breaks to throw the However, the basement is (sorta) dry now. Water didn't get everywhere like last year's flood, and the wet vac is a wonderful, wonderful invention. 6/5/2002
CC, I come at slash from an entirely different angle. I regard it as a series of "What if...?"s Everything builds off those questions. Like so: What if Napoleon and Illya were bisexual? For curiousity's sake, what zine story does everyone think I outlined? I was thinking of a specific story. It's been awhile since I read it, so I probably missed some of the major plot points. Back to my random babbling. For me, the central point of any fan fiction is a 'what if?,' and the central point of any slashfic is 'what if A & B were bisexual?' I can accept a lot from a writer, if the writer manages to ask and answer those questions in a way that pleases me. However, if it stops pleasing me, I drop the story like a rock. I'm willing to put up with a lot, but once I get bored or peeved with a 'what if' I'm gone. Really, I'm a fic slut, and I don't mind it labeling myself as such. Since, I wouldn't realize a grammar problem if it sat and starting singing "Hello, My Baby" to me I don't (usually) twitch at those errors. Ideas fascinate me. So if the writer wants to play in a universe that's a spoof of spy dramas, I'm good to go. If a writer wants to swing the other way and play Cold War politics with Thrush and UNCLE, then I'm game. As long as the writing isn't too horrid, it's all good. Now, if I writer wants to play with with fanon ideas that I'm bored with, or rewrite romance novel cliches in slash, then I'm not too happy. Nothing can destroy a good fan idea faster then having it flogged by every Mary, Diane and Jenny. In a related note, if I wanted to read m/f romances, I would be. It just sets off my twitch meter when people turn Illya into a she-male. I read the "St. Crispin's" universe a while ago. The writing and ideas weren't bad, since I like the spy vs spy stuff. But, I only borrowed them. Never bothered to buy them at all. No m/m nookie. Not even a hint of m/m nookie. Not only am I easy, I'm predictable. (ie If I'm going to shell out money, then I want m/m sex.) Related note, wadda you think about the MfU/Escape from New York universe she co-created? I thought it had some interesting ideas in the beginning, but as the story went on Original Female Character became a thinly disguised Mary Sue. That started to make me twitch, so I never finished the series. pauses I might have just offended some people. shrugs Oh well, think of it this way. Isn't it better to know what the slashers are saying in private? That way the idea can be refuted for the undecided. However, I'm not one of the undecided. I've made my choice, don't even bother me about it. I'm allowed to hold personal Last bit, is the Jane Terry story you're think about the one with handcuffs in it? Cause I never really thought that story was about pleasure for Napoleon. It was more about satisfying a newly discovered kink. A kink I'm think Napoleon was rather upset by. (Pooor boy.) (Loved that story, btw.)(Totally, totally hot story.) 6/4/2002
happy dance I was wrong! I was wrong! The vet was happy with Isis' results. The only thing he's concerned about is the anemia. (Red blood cells should be something like 26-28 to be low. Isis' are 20.something.) SO, he's going to do some research on what to do about that, and he's going to send me to a kidney specialist in July for a through check-up. continues dancing Killing time here. I need to talk to my vet about Isis' latest test results, but he doesn't come in until 11 today. bites nails It probably won't be good news. Kitty has kidney problems, and I have managed to hold his condition steady for the past year, but I don't know how much longer that's going to last. Anyway. Let's talk about food. It comforts me. Coleslaw 1/2 head of cabbage Shred cabbage and carrot to your satisfaction. Chop pepper fairly fine. Chop scallions. Dump into bowl. Mix mayo and vinegar together. Stir in celery seeds. Pour over veggies and stir. Add salt'n'pepper to taste. Serves 2 with some leftover. Chickpeas Salad Rinse chickpeas, and then dump 'em into a bowl. Dump the onion and parsley in while you're at it. Stir together. Heat the olive oil until it's just barely smoking. Throw the garlic into the pan, and then turn off the heat. (If the oil is hot enough, the garlic will cook quickly.) Stir the garlic about for a bit. Then pour the oil over the salad. Pour the acid over the salad then. Stir it all together. Season w/salt'n'pepper. Serve while still warm. Chicken Marinade 1 soy sauce Mix together. Go easy on the salt, since soy sauce is salty. Pour over chicken. You can let the chicken soak, and then broil it. Or you can pop it into the oven and bake it at 350 for about 45 minutes. Chicken Marinade 2 1-2 lemons Juice lemons and mix together the herbs. Pour over chicken and let soak for an hour or so if you want to broil it. If you broil the pieces, then make sure the chicken isn't too fatty. The lemon juice makes the chicken fat burn before the meat. If you bake the chicken, no worries. Chicken Marinade 3 1/4 c olive oil Mix the mix everything together. Pour over chicken and bake at 350 for about 45 minutes. Done for now. More later. Maybe. 6/3/2002
Gaaahhhhhh. Sleeeepy! As the 'net is my witness, I am never, ever hanging out with my night-owl friend two nights in a row ever again. It totally screws up my body. Of course, it doesn't help that I went roaming about the town on Sunday with V. Had a blast doing it, but I'm sure I was stumbling through the day... CC, look at it this way when you're thinking about Bottom!Napoleon. Solo in fanon is the ultimate sensualist. Napoleon is up for any pleasurable taste, touch, sound or sight. Therefore, wouldn't he want to know why anal sex is so pleasurable? And once he's discovered that, wouldn't he love to try it again and again? I'm not viewing it as a power/dominance issue, I'm viewing it as a sensation issue. BTW, love the description of Channel_W. I was giggling my way through it. |
