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dee001
01 March 2017 @ 04:39 pm
After an entire year of struggling, the one good thing was the place I worked at. Now that is changing to something reminiscent of fascist Italy.
...begining to loathe waking up in the mornings...
 
 
Current Mood: depresseddepressed
 
 
dee001
03 November 2011 @ 02:13 pm
...to show my appreciation of charsficmasterlist415 (Charlotte & Ms.Brie) works over at Saucyminxfix; both individually written and combined works. Especially the "Unexpected" 'verse.

I cannot tell you both how I love much this particular verse.  This, combined with two other fics (_mournthewicked's 'Re-Inventing' verse & Tinalia's 'Radio Wedding'), are my go-to/ placebo/ happy-making fics.  I can re-read them cover to cover any old time or if I'm feeling particularly cranky just open up any page and pick up from there.

Along with the 'Parental Eggsperiments' verse (which is also one I adore) this - the Unexpected verse - has got me through a number of grouchy-cranky-just plain ornery hours and days. As much as I would love to thank you for this lovely tale, I'm sure I know a few of my friends and colleagues who would like to thank you even more. Heh! :blush: (I'm really nasty when cranky. What can I say?)

I wanted to do something to show you my appreciation of your talent and the hard work that went into all of your Tales. I hope it gives you some measure of cheer.

Oh hey, click image for original size.

1- Snapshot at a Date (Unexpected)



2- Jensen's Project workbook (Eggsperiments)
still a WIP




[edited for break in link]
 
 
Current Mood: calmcalm
 
 
 
dee001
01 November 2011 @ 05:11 pm

So apparently while I was away for the past 2 - 3 months from LJ 2 of my favourite author/author-duo have been attacked in some manner. 

Its sad that there are people around who either seem not to understand that these small petty instances are part of a whole that give humanity a bad taste.  Bullying in High School and bullying from behind the internet curtain... How do you differentiate your adult mind from high school pettiness? Or maybe you are just a high school-er hiding behind adult words? I hate to lump all the teenagers in one category, but it seems to me that the bully attitude is getting more prevalent everyday, not less.  It seems we are evolving backwards, for all the show that we make of enlightened spirituality.

Reading RPS/Slash does not mean that I hate on the RL of the people they involve or their respective spouses/parents/families. Or that I wish what I read were real. No. I read and enjoy them as characters portrayed by my favourite stars. Most of the time- and most particularly the fic that have remained at the top of my reading list do not bear ANY resemblance to the actual person except that they just look the same - kinda. Which is really what I'm in for... the sexy sexy visual.
Honestly, I don't even really want to meet them in RL. Neither to I follow Twitter or facebook or gossip sites. I don't. You may believe me or not that's not my issue. I don't do that because I have tremendous respect for their private lives.  Yes, I am able to appreciate the difference. Can you, Ms./Mr. Bully?

Really, I can't even say what exact form the attack took... All I know is that I have lost the link to some of my favourite tales. And isn't that the way of the world today? The rest of us get punished for the evils of a few. 


Arggh!

 
 
Current Mood: discontentdiscontent
 
 
dee001
30 October 2011 @ 05:39 pm
When was the last time you were frightened out of your wits? Spooky stories welcome!
September 2004. First night I spent in my Mom's a new apartment. Did not sleep the entire night - some nameless fear had me the entire night, so bad that I was too scared to even stretch my arms or legs out of my body space or even turn my head.  Had to force myself to get out of bed with my eyes squeezed tight and fumble/feel my way to the light switch. Not that having the lights on helped. The rest of the apartment was good - just that one room.
Later the next day, after I had already told my mom about the night's events, I was out the whole day visiting old friends. On my return Mom had another bit to add:  apparently what I told her shook her up. So she went about the house praying and salting the doors and windows with a canister of blessed salt. On entering the bedroom I had spent the night in all the hair on her skin stood on end and she too underwent such deep fear that her throat literally closed up. She had to consciously force herself to entering the room and completing the procedure. As she said: I don't know how you stayed in that room the whole night!

Needless to say, I spent the rest of my vacation nights on the divan in the hall...
Yeesh! I still get locked jaws just thinking of that night