Writer, Reader, Gamer, Sci Fi Nerd, Mass Effect Addict. She/Her, Oregon Trail generation. Header image by xla-hainex, icon by sinvraal. Horse Racing sideblog: whirlaway41
Anonymous asked:
Where are you working now
I am not working. :)
Left my job of 9 years last Monday, and will start looking for something temporary next week after I get back from seeing the illustrious sinvraal. A few months from now when I know where the hell I’m going to be, I’ll hunt down something more permanent.
Being in flux is weird. Block by block I’m disassembling my life and creating a new one, and I only have vague notions of what that new one might be. It’s both exhilarating and rather terrifying. Change is one hell of a thing. You don’t change until the pain of staying the same outweighs the pain of changing, and even then a lot of the time you wonder what the hell you’re doing. Because staying the same, even when it hurts, is still familiar. With change you’re charging into the unknown, and you have no idea what’s waiting.
I hope you and your fam have a great holiday! You deserve time off to be with the ones you love. Do you guys have anything fun planned? :)
You are so sweet, thank you so much!!!!!!
It’s just Real Life Romance Option, Nerd Dog 3000, my “Thanks, I Hate It” cat and me, but we’re going to enjoy the hell out of it, even if there’s nowhere to go. Lots of writing on the agenda. :)
I hope everything goes well with your mare! I've never had a horse but I have friends who do, and it seems like the emotional attachment is the exact same for if it were a dog or a cat! I hope your mare recovers well surrounded by love!
Thank you so much!!!
The emotional attachment is very similar. You literally put your life in your horse’s hands whenever you get on their back. I was on her back like a burr for the better part of twenty years before she entered full retirement. I could trust her with anything. We did…a lot of stupid shit. I can’t tell you how many times I’d wonder, “Huh, I wonder what would happen if we did X,” and then did it before I could chicken out because she was game for pretty much anything. Somehow, obviously, we didn’t die.
I first laid eyes on her in 1993 when we were both idiots who knew no fear. She was way too green (inexperienced) for a kid like me, but I didn’t care. She was my soulmate and I knew it from the first time I sat on her. You can ride a ton of horses in a lifetime, but you don’t often find the ones that were truly meant for you.
She’s a tough old girl. She got a puncture wound in her hock a few years ago, and when I dropped the leadrope to get a bandage she took off running for the other side of the paddock. Hoping that serves her well, today.
Thanks for taking the time to send me a message (and to everyone else who replied to my post!). I am a mess today, and really appreciate the support.
Just your friendly anon from FF who nearly had a heart attack over the lack of the weekly Exordium update with no notice until stumbling into here. NEARLY KILLED ME ;)
Oh my goodnes, Nonny, I am SO SORRY. I meant to put something in my profile to warn about a delay, but I was so down on myself at the end of last week I figured no one would care anyway.
The timing of your message is spectacular, because I’m having a LOUSY day, and while I absolutely do not meant to take pleasure in your pain, because I swear I’m a nice person, the fact that you were excited for an update REALLY REALLY makes me feel awesome and is a much needed ego boost. No, really, I want to hug you.
Just trust me when I say that everyone will be happier that I didn’t just say fuck it and post the chapter anyway, because it REALLY needed help, and now it’s in much, much better shape.
I basically ran into the problem of trying to follow up what might be the best writing I have ever done, and…failing spectacularly. You have no idea how much that last chapter meant to me, how proud I was of it, and how paralyzed I was trying to write the next part. I’ve had a draft sitting around for a long time I didn’t know what to do with, and when I finally couldn’t put off fixing it anymore I choked.
It didn’t help that during that same week I not only posted Somnambulist, but wrote that Butterfly short that wrecked me, and actually FINISHED a (shitty) draft of Exordium as a whole. Everything that came after was guaranteed to be a letdown and apparently I didn’t handle it well. At all.
BUT! I’m back on track now, and things should proceed as scheduled!
Exordium is GUARANTEED to be finished, because aside from a shitty epilogue it’s DONE, and all that stands in my way is revisions. Even if I get hit by a bus, n7zachammer has access to the whole draft, and could post it in memoriam, ha. (It would just be shitty - because. Revisions)
I have no idea what’s happening but I’m picturing a sodden you staring vindictively at the sky.
You picture very well. Under the cut I provide Before and After Swaps photos. I was shaking my fist and cursing at Mother Nature, sodden dress and dripping camera in hand.
I LOVE DISNEYLAND. And eating inside PotC is marvelous. (One of my very few Unique Life Experiences is that I got to have dinner at Club 33 one time.)
DID YOU REALLY? That is SO COOL. I am a WDW world junkie, but have never seen Disneyland, so it’s been so neat to compare the two and finally experience the things that don’t exist or are different at Disneyland (Indiana Jones!!!!!). In some ways it’s weird, because DL is both very familiar but alien at the same time. New Orleans Square is in a weird place relative to Liberty Square, and I kept thinking I knew where I was going to get places only to find out I was off. Then there were things like Splash Mountain, which has the same look, same feel, but the animatronics and narrative are different. Not to mention DCA has enough in common with the Studios that I felt like that’s where I was, but it was of course a place I had never been and most everything was new (Tower of Terror was the wrong color!).
But Carsland. Carsland. A trip to DL is completely worth it for Carsland alone. It’s just the most amazing thing to pass the Welcome to Carsland billboard and suddenly you’re in Radiator Springs. Every detail is perfect. The meet-and-greet Lightning McQueen and Mater animatronics are amazing. And Radiator Springs Racers is perhaps one of the best attractions Disney has ever done. It has just gone down with technical problems when we got to it, but thankfully Fastpass rescued us later, and it was the last thing we did for the day. What a way to end it.
I cannot wait to go back. The idea of living here and having a season fucking pass is SO EXCITING. Because it might happen ( n7zachammerlives 6 miles from the goddamn park). As it is we still have another day pass on these tickets that’s good until October. I didn’t have to be sad when we left, because I know I’ll be back.
Um. Sorry. I hadn’t been to Disney in almost 5 years and I’m still a little high from the experience.
He also asked for 24, but that’s going to have to be a separate post. And I need to psych myself up fist. I have no qualms about singing in public, but recording devices make me paranoid.
You are judging Spock’s room through human associations tastes. Remember, Vulcan blood is green and the planet Vulcan is red (Discovery even adds to this by showing red trees around Sarek’s property).
On Vulcan, red is the color of nature, so (assuming Vulcans even assign meaning to colors), red is likely a very calm and soothing color choice. Green is probably the Vulcan color of passion and/or danger.
From a Vulcan perspective, Spock’s room is a cozy cottage core with some historical knickknacks hung around.
Kirk’s green carpet, green plants, green lighting room is the Vulcan equivalent of a boudoir at best or blood-stained slaughterhouse at worst.
