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jade_sabreALRIGHTY LJ
NOBODY IS POSTING (INCLUDING ME)
who actually still visits this site on a regular basis? And what, exactly, is that regular basis? This is just me being curious I'm not going to go anywhere and half of us are also Facebook friends but you know.
ALSO if you are not spending time here, are you spending it on another site, or are you too busy being consumed with ~*~real life~*~?
also I am trying to decide which project I should work on over this whole nine-month deployment thing. I am slowly getting more settled and accepting that This Is My Life ("yeah! I spent the majority of my first year of marriage apart from my husband! so much for 'alone time before having children'" mostly I jest but it is partially true sob) and soonce I beat ME2 and then ME3 and Kaidan comes back and tells me he's sorry and he loves me and I can say IT'S OKAY, I LOVED YOU ALL ALONG much to Quark's disgust as that happens and I get on a schedule (studying Old English? Who has to study for a...language course...sob) I will be WRITING and I have to finish Godbaby fic
(snippet NO STEALING: The pounding grows quieter. I am afraid to look over the wall, and I do not know why. I have only ever spoken to Mother and to the elves. Mother taught me a greeting, but I do not know if the girl—if it is a girl—will understand me. And she is only one person, and Mother told me to find a town. I think that if I wait, she and the animals will go away. I am good at sitting still for hours, at hiding from the sight of those around me. I will wait.
The grass itches at my hands, but I do not move. The smell of the animals is strong and unpleasant, but I do not cough. The sun becomes brighter and brighter in the sky, and sweat drips into my eyes, and I barely blink. I am not here, I think. I think of nothing else.)
but also I want to work on a novel so that WP has something to read that is my fanfiction. Top choices are Goblin Novel (probably he would like it best, but it needs serious serious work because I wrote it during first semester senior year which was INSANE and Pictash spends a lot of time in a library doing research) and 2010 NaNo That Went Nowhere (the two main characters don't have names, also they are basically a younger version of Nevalle and Tanithar) (her name is either Theresa or Tabitha, but Tabitha is too close to Tanithar and I don't like the way Theresa looks, though I like the sound of it) (anyway it's my Generic Fantasy Novel in the same way that the Goblin Novel is my Subversion of the Generic Fantasy Novel). SUGGESTIONS WELCOME.
okay okay time to go eat lunch and borrow Quark's shower and pay my rent and get a library card WOOT.
♥
eta: MY UPSTAIRS NEIGHBOR IS WATCHING SLEEPING BEAUTY is it wrong to want to knock on their door and tell them how cool they are. (Actually I think they have small children, but still. This has made my early afternoon.)
NOBODY IS POSTING (INCLUDING ME)
who actually still visits this site on a regular basis? And what, exactly, is that regular basis? This is just me being curious I'm not going to go anywhere and half of us are also Facebook friends but you know.
ALSO if you are not spending time here, are you spending it on another site, or are you too busy being consumed with ~*~real life~*~?
also I am trying to decide which project I should work on over this whole nine-month deployment thing. I am slowly getting more settled and accepting that This Is My Life ("yeah! I spent the majority of my first year of marriage apart from my husband! so much for 'alone time before having children'" mostly I jest but it is partially true sob) and so
(snippet NO STEALING: The pounding grows quieter. I am afraid to look over the wall, and I do not know why. I have only ever spoken to Mother and to the elves. Mother taught me a greeting, but I do not know if the girl—if it is a girl—will understand me. And she is only one person, and Mother told me to find a town. I think that if I wait, she and the animals will go away. I am good at sitting still for hours, at hiding from the sight of those around me. I will wait.
The grass itches at my hands, but I do not move. The smell of the animals is strong and unpleasant, but I do not cough. The sun becomes brighter and brighter in the sky, and sweat drips into my eyes, and I barely blink. I am not here, I think. I think of nothing else.)
but also I want to work on a novel so that WP has something to read that is my fanfiction. Top choices are Goblin Novel (probably he would like it best, but it needs serious serious work because I wrote it during first semester senior year which was INSANE and Pictash spends a lot of time in a library doing research) and 2010 NaNo That Went Nowhere (the two main characters don't have names, also they are basically a younger version of Nevalle and Tanithar) (her name is either Theresa or Tabitha, but Tabitha is too close to Tanithar and I don't like the way Theresa looks, though I like the sound of it) (anyway it's my Generic Fantasy Novel in the same way that the Goblin Novel is my Subversion of the Generic Fantasy Novel). SUGGESTIONS WELCOME.
okay okay time to go eat lunch and borrow Quark's shower and pay my rent and get a library card WOOT.
♥
eta: MY UPSTAIRS NEIGHBOR IS WATCHING SLEEPING BEAUTY is it wrong to want to knock on their door and tell them how cool they are. (Actually I think they have small children, but still. This has made my early afternoon.)
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Date: 2012-09-05 03:19 pm (UTC)I have come to the conclusion that the internet is a black hole of time. And I don't have all that much to post on Sounis these days; just patiently waiting for the next one to come along.
Jury duty! I had that. I sat in on selection for a murder trial where the accused was pleading insanity, and I spent a few minutes in the bathroom between them asking questions and deciding who the jury would be praying that I wouldn't be picked, and then I wasn't! I wouldn't've been able to handle it. But like Peggy said in her comment on your post, jury duty rarely lasts longer than a day or two if you're not picked for one.
LESLIE I got your e-card--thank you so so so much for the prayers. You are one of the most generous people I know, and your near-inexhaustible knowledge of All Things Vintage will never cease to amaze me. Your kids are lucky to have you to introduce them to all the wonderful classics, and I hope you got to go back to them quickly! :-)
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Date: 2012-09-07 01:18 am (UTC)If I am called in, it will be for a civil trial, not a criminal one, which helps. JUDGE: "The court will now take a ten-minute recess while Juror #8 finishes barfing her guts out after having seen those crime scene photos."
I do thank you for the compliment, but I'm pretty sure I'm not very generous, or I would quit sending snarly notes out to the whole faculty demanding to know who took my scissors, who swiped my tape, and why people who take entire boxes of Kleenex to the back of the room can't trouble themselves to bring them back.