¤ And A Know-It-All Grin ¤

Husband posting again

kielle — Sun, 24 Sep 2006 07:54:14 GMT

Sorry if it startles anyone. Just putting up the link for any interested parties to a public post in my journal regarding a memorial vid.

A little thing

kielle — Tue, 18 Oct 2005 03:56:24 GMT

Details about the Fri before the wake.

The Wake, yes, again

kielle — Sun, 16 Oct 2005 23:00:20 GMT

Attention Peeps

If you have not already spoken with the Wake Travel Directors and you need to coordinate rides and crash space, you need to do so WITH NO FURTHER DELAY.

The wake update

kielle — Sun, 02 Oct 2005 21:28:46 GMT

Need attendees to check in

And this

kielle — Mon, 26 Sep 2005 23:27:28 GMT

All right, people want to know where to send money in her name, how to contribute, how to honor her memory. I have been saying donate to Cancer research, which is good. But I have decided to add some options.

This is the American Cancer Society link for those who do not have it. I myself will be donating as much as I can soon.

This is a link to a literacy program for kids. I checked it against the IRS website, it's legit. I know how much Kelly loved kids and she would want to help them learn to do her favorite thing, wouldn't she?

Lastly, her love of animals in general and her love of the Wild Animal Park in particular make it necessary to offer an option to help the fight to save endangered species.This is the place to offer help in preserving species endangered by the insanity in Africa and the Mideast.

Always, I ask, that it be given in her name.

At her parents request

kielle — Mon, 26 Sep 2005 22:56:44 GMT

Those of you wishing to bring something to the wake or send something to it, her parents have asked that you go to your bookstore and into the Children's section and pick out a book you think Kelly would have liked.

These books will then be donated in her name to a library; either the one she loved in Huntington Beach, CA or the one in Perth, Australia.

ETA: Okay, you will need to email me for the address to send the books to. I don't know of any good way to poat that info and not have it available to the whole internets. darkriver at cyberdude dot com

Here at the end of all things

kielle — Sat, 24 Sep 2005 19:34:01 GMT

I have gone through the Lady's comms, checked them for activity and cross-checked against my memory for things that were important to her. Some, thankfully, had comods so nothing is needed there.

For the most part, all that is needed is to remove trolls and spammers and kill flamewars - just checking it once or twice a day. The exceptions are "mespt_quotes" and "mathoms" which require real work. Mathoms is sort of quiet, but I think it is an idea that personifies what Kielle was and that it needs to continue. It's a lot like herding cats, though, so be warned.

What I ask is that offers to take these comms come from a place of deep commitment. I know right now everyone wants to do something to help, but this is not about right now. This is about a year from now. This is about having to find the time to manage the comm long term. Obviously, things happen and you might need in future to hand the reins over to someone else. But that also takes commitment; knowing when it is time to go and making sure a suitable replacement is found. Basically, I just want the peace of mind that these comms will be loved like she loved them.

mathoms
braintrauma
intershards CJ?
meduseld
theglossary
bansquad
drabbles
livequotes
mespt_quotes (waivering on closing this one)
metaquotes Trollprincess has been doing a wonderful job fostering the comm.. If you want it, love, it's yours. I know K had a lot of faith in you. However, if you are too busy, that's okay too.
rpgquotes
oh_brothers Rohandove, you okay to run this on your own?
shardsofarda
silmfics
suequotes

These comms, happily, have mods.

stickies
iconaddicts
marysues

The following have zero activity.
mespt_daycare
minas_tirith
ontheset
trollbans
twotwelve

moodmakers has comods, I just need to get their pulse. White City is a whole other kettle of fish.

The remainder of her comms are more or less inactive. If you are a member of one of her comms not mentioned here and you feel it really needs a mod, feel free to comment. I think it is okay for them to just remain as they are, frozen in time.

[[x-posted]]

Next point of business

kielle — Fri, 23 Sep 2005 21:20:44 GMT

I think there are a few people who read this journal who might have photos of K. I am asking for copies for a project I am working on. I have a lot of the subcon ones, but I could be missing some. Please?

darkriver at cyberdude dot com

The Wake

kielle — Fri, 23 Sep 2005 21:16:42 GMT

What I know

kielle — Fri, 23 Sep 2005 15:26:54 GMT

ETA:

Idiot husband has remembered to unlock the entry.

The world is darker than it has ever been

kielle — Fri, 23 Sep 2005 06:47:29 GMT

10-22-72 -- 09-22-1972

It's the Husband again

kielle — Thu, 22 Sep 2005 21:12:35 GMT

I'm going to put up a general post, now, I think, with a promise of greater details later.

My beloved wife's story is winding to a close. I will get into why and how...after...but right now just know that she is dying and it will only be a few more days.

Know that your love has touched her, touched her family and touched me very deeply. I won't be responding to messages or anything for a while, I need this time for myself and her. But I will update when it happens.

crossposted to both her journals.

Not fishing for replies, just posting a sign of life

kielle — Thu, 15 Sep 2005 03:18:37 GMT

So. Frustrating. Literally have no energy to type. Takes longer to edit than to type, keep thinking that I already typed thing only to find that I did...in my head. And have written many posts for the Sandman's library in my brain. ARGH.

More importantly, have received many beautiful special cry-worthy things from some special amazing people whom I promise will be thanked properly. Unfortunately this took an hour+ and I'm exhausted/inpain again. Hey! I can sleep on one side again! A little! *collapses*

yes these are my fingers on the keys

kielle — Sat, 10 Sep 2005 19:05:09 GMT

hard to type anything and have so much to say, forgive me, but: am home, and am NOT going anywhere :)

Yes this is Kielle...sorta

kielle — Fri, 02 Sep 2005 06:02:36 GMT

[Disclaimer: This post was dictated to Chris, because I can't really sit up yet and typing would wear me out. You know I'm not really feeling well when I can't even get onto a computer. :) ]

As you may know, I have been feeling like crap for pretty much months now -- stress, job woes, financial jitters, etc -- which pretty much left me feeling sick all the time and more or less unable eat anything. Towards the end, I was starting to think everyone was right, and I was getting an ulcer. So, I went to the doctor and had a bunch of tests run, which told me that I was basically healthy but with a few things I could stand to improve.

(As I'm dictating this, they just handed me the first food I have had in days; never before has raspberry sherbet tasted so good.)

I think I mentioned in this journal that a Sunday get-together with Dee and Ari didn't go so well because I felt lousy. Not like I had the flu, or anything like that -- just lousy. The next night (Monday) Chris had finally had it with me drooping around the house and dragged me to the emergency room. They put me on some more stomach medications and sent me home. As I got up to leave, however, I got this shooting pain in my right shoulder. I figured it was from the stress of having so much blood taken; a muscle knot or something.

The next day was Tuesday, and that was hellish. The shoulder pain returned with a vengeance -- I'm talking really really really horrific, knife-between-the-clavicles pain. I can't believe I made it as long as I did, but by four o'clock I was in so much agony I had to go home. I tried putting a heating pad on it, but that didn't help. Finally, I begged Chris to take me back to the emergency room, and if you know me you know that was completely out of character.

I honestly expected to be given some pain-killers and sent home, but then they started running tests, then they told me they were admitting me. I think Chris has told you the basics from this point, though some of you might not know because at the time those posts were made under a lot of stress and hence were kept locked to prevent panicking before we knew all the facts.

The fact of the matter is (god this sounds so dramatic), it wasn't an ulcer or stress or acid reflux or anything like that; they diagnosed me with colon cancer, which I admit is pretty unusual for someone my age, but my family doesn't seem to have much luck with any organs between the sternum and the femurs. I have to admit this hospital works fast -- they had me scheduled for surgery the next Monday. I'll spare you the gory details; the surgery went fairly well. They removed a chunk of my large intestine with the chief offending tumor in it, stitched me back up, hooked me up to about a thousand tubes and put me back in bed. Which is where I have been since.

This is far from over. That tumor they removed was apparently the Alien Queen of KielleTumors^TM. I have a lot of infected lymph nodes, and my liver is going to need a lot of work. (It can't be transplanted, but that's all right; if it was this bad to take out a chunk of intestine, I'm damn well going to hang onto my liver as long as there is a chance of saving it.) This is going to require, yes, lots of chemotherapy, and yes, anyone who thinks that I'm being dramatic about this should know that there are far uglier words for my condition that I am not using.

As it stands right now, I am flat on my back in that aforementioned bed. It has taken me this long to become lucid enough to dictate this entry; right now my biggest goals in life are to be able to sit up and to have ice chips. My parents and sister have come up from California to help look after me, which I appreciate beyond words because that's what family is really for. Chris has been fantastic; he's under a lot of stress right now (quite understandably), but he's holding down the fort and could really use any love you can redirect his way.

One of the things Chris has been doing has been making reports in my LiveJournal and asking people for messages of support. He's been reading those messages aloud to me while I haven't been able to sit up or read or do anything for myself...I'm getting really teary here...and I want you all to know that these messages the best possible present any of you could have sent me. (Okay, I'm really tearing up here.) I'm also looking around the hospital room right now at the gifts some of you have sent me (yes, I'm talking to you, i_aldarion, iamari, celendra, suzene) and I really don't know what to say.

I'd like to say more, but I'm getting worn out and so are Chris' fingers. I'll try to post more when I can sit up and type in my own entries. Until then, you can ask Chris any questions you want, and I'm going to work my ass off on getting well enough to go home. The doctors and nurses here are the best, and they say I'm doing really well. I love you all and thank you for everything.

From Mr. Kielle

kielle — Tue, 30 Aug 2005 05:48:07 GMT

She got through the surgery. There is more, but I can't talk about it right now.

Do us a favor? Comment here and tell us about how you met Kielle, or just a memory, something that fixed K's personality in your mind. An anecdote, you know. Something.

ETA: Now open for public comment

Yeah, uh, okay...

kielle — Tue, 23 Aug 2005 18:59:47 GMT

...Chris was as good as his word in my last post's comments (which I didn't see until later) and dragged me to the emergency room again last night. I guess me coming straight home and crawling into bed (without even glancing at the computer, OMG) was the final straw on his worrymeter.

Long story short, we were there for a very long time. You know how those places are: unless you're actively gushing blood all of the floor it's a long wait between checks and prodecures. e.e I got an x-ray, and a lot of questions, and they had to stick me three times to get the blood they needed for various arcane tests. *whimper* Angie, can I have your veins please? Mine suck.

On the bright side, my stomach feels better today; still kinda queasy and nervous, but not bad. On the other hand, sometime while we were there my right shoulder knotted up like a bitch, and it still hurts despite much Tylenol. *glares at it* You do NOT need attention too, you!

Completely randomly, I have to say that "Party Monster" + "Velvet Goldmine" would make a really fun double-feature.

I. Am goddamn tired. Of being. IN PAIN.

kielle — Mon, 22 Aug 2005 16:53:34 GMT

It's my stomach, except it's not exactly my stomach...it's like it started there, but migrated out until my entire gut hurts, so gulping down Pepto Bismol or something won't do a damn thing but make me want to vomit. It feels like someone's punched me in the stomach a few times, hard. And it's worse if I eat, much worse. I don't even want to swallow anything. But if I don't eat, then I can add clawing hunger pangs to the mess. fhjhglhfgla! I can't fucking win!!!

It's been acting up for a few weeks now, but it's been pretty constant since Friday afternoon. Yeah, all weekend. The last time it was anywhere near this bad I went to the emergency rom, except I don't have that option this time. I only got half the work done I wanted to on Saturday, and today is looking like a lost cause too, which is nightmarish because I have SO MUCH WORK TO DO. I can't get any more behind. I can't afford to go to the doctor again right now, in time or money. I just want to go home and sleep. :/

So...yeah, if you've been looking for me online, I haven't been on. I don't even have the energy or the focus to chat, and I'm sorry. I feel like an utter heel about it, especially after weeks of slacking due to heat and general stress, but I just can't. :(

Small and mildly amusing picspam

kielle — Sat, 20 Aug 2005 05:47:10 GMT

[Note: I'll probably crosspost a chunk of this to the house journal for any family out there who might be reading (yeah, right). Bear with me if you please?]

I missed getting a shot of a small child being mobbed by Canadian geese. Woe. But! Here's a few other things...

This is Grond. If you don't know already, Grond is our eBay-bought workhorse. He got us up here alive and now he's making Chris's work possible, hauling supplies from Home Depot and junk to the dump. (For instance, we were able to fit a washer and a dryer into the back, in the boxes, easy as pie, without having to shove or fuss.) Here he is loaded with more drywall that it appears -- those are huge sheets, it took three men to load them up. Grond is freaking enormous. We love Grond. :)

When I say you can see Grond from orbit, I wasn't kidding. That's him in the top circle. The bottom circle is the building that burned down a week ago, and the red X is where I stood to take photos of the whole mess. They're tearing the place down now...a shame, as it was a huindred years old apparently. :/

This may amuse some of you -- as in "Anyone who read 'The Witching Hour,'" which I still say is the only Anne Rice book you can own up to having read without having to apologize too much for having no taste whatsoever. I saw this sign on the way to a doctor's appointment last week and almost swerved off the road -- when I went back yesterday you bet I took the camera this time!

And while I had it, I had to get this shot of a most unfortunate spelling error. These painted bear statues are all over town and some of them are quite pretty (there's a gorgeous one at a car dealership north of here, I may have to make an outin just to get a photo of it, that's how pretty it is)...but I guess you can see why this one has been relegated to inside the downtown bus station. Whoops.

And and and! While I was mourning the loss of the above-mentioned Geese Attack photo-op, I did luck out into having my camera turned on when we passed this fountain they've been building ever since we got up here. I've been seeing it go up piece by piece day by day, and until now I had no clue how it was going to work. I wasn't even sure it was a fountain; that's just the rumor passed along by another passenger. Turns out the rumor was right, and they were testing it yesterday morning. Everyone on the bus ooohed and ahhhed -- it was really something! Screw work, I wanted to go home to grab my bathers...

One last bit of fire news

kielle — Sun, 14 Aug 2005 08:50:18 GMT

Aha, here's the news on that fire the other night. There's some video too. It was still on fire around midnight last night (I saw/heard it over the rooftops when I went out looking for meteors, no luck of course) and they were still dousing the ruins this morning. Wow.

...

I still say it was meth-related. *ducks*

I've got a theory-- DON'T START SINGING, YOU LOT

kielle — Sun, 14 Aug 2005 01:47:34 GMT

(Huh. The irony of the fact that I'm sitting here chugging Orange Crush has not escaped me. ;)

Seriously, I've been thinking. I know it's a natural human tendency to say "back in my day, etc and so forth" -- it's called "euchronia," the belief that there was once a "golden age" of sorts, or at very least that it was better when you were younger.

So I'll be fair and state clearly, for starters, that fandom has always been batshit crazy at heart. Gamers, writers, artists...we're inherently all just a little bit insane, really. As far back as you'll find media fandom you'll find tales of flamewars and freaks, of malcontents and the maladjusted.

But I think I can honestly say that fandom is really taking the cake for teh crazeh over these last few years, culminating in this mindboggling geyser of psychosis triggered by the new Harry Potter book. Death/abortion wishes directed at the author...racial slurs sent to the family of the girl slated to play Cho Chang...holy mackeral. It's getting to the point that people like me who merely like the books are saying "I'm not a Harry Potter fan" in the way many outspoken liberated women nevertheless tend to preface certain sentences with "I'm not a 'feminist' but..."

LOTR fandom, mainly the actor side, probably comes in second for the wacky, though at the moment it's a pale ghostly second as most of LOTR's loons are fading out as the lack of new movies has taken the wind from their sails. (Thank Eru.) Third would probably have to be Full-Metal Alchemist and any other anime that has recently made the leap to English mainstream via Cartoon Netwark and the like. (I'll leave that up to someone who understands the genre better, because quite frankly after watching all of Revolutionary Girl Utena anime tends to run together in my brain into a sticky gooey mess of bright colors and speed lines.)

I've read some fascinating essays on the subject of late, two of which are must-read. yourlibrarian describes the echo chamber effect, which is a phenomenom I've been aware of for ages now but never had the right terminology to work with. The other is, of course, angua9's brilliant dissection of the persistant Harmonian Delusion, in which she is ever so much more deft and clever than I could ever hope to be. Good reading.

One question is left unanswered, however. This is how they are, but why? And this is where I've been thinking, and where my theory comes in. Please note that I am about to start using broad and possibly biased generalizations; I'm not newbie-bashing, and I am not saying all nufen fall into this category. But I believe it accounts for a broad stroke of the real crazies. (Also keep in mind that I shouldn't be waxing essayish while sleepy and working.)

My thoughts run like this: up until about 7-10 years ago, being a girl who was into fantasy or sci-fi -- heck, into reading at all -- was unusual. Being a girl into anime or roleplaying or conventions was even weirder. These hobbies aren't something you just accidentally stumble into because your friends are into it, unless you have very strange friends, in which case you're already a very strange person. ;)

So what I'm saying is, to be a geek, you had to have geek cred. And to be a girl geek, that meant getting the boys to accept you, and that meant not being a shallow girly-girl. You probably spent years reading and daydreaming and scribbling and basically accumulating a certain "mindset": that in a good story (or game) bad things happen to good people and life isn't predictable. That it's not necessarily about who gets the girl or who ends up with whom, but rather about who saves the world or who dies nobly in the process, and you can't change it because it's already been written...possibly before you were even born.

Enter the new "generation" of fans. I do not mean to paint a cruel stereotype, I just want to be honest here: a lot of these girls (and yes, most of them are girls) never picked up a good SF/F book in their life before they saw The Movies that all their friends were seeing. They then fell in love with what they saw, (usually) enough to want to read the books. This is not a bad thing! Fandom has received a huge influx of fabulous new artists, writers, and ideas from this easy-access "gateway," and for that I am grateful.

Unfortunately, it also brought in a time-bomb element. Many of these girls do not have the classic Geek Mindset mentioned above, or are incapable of developing it, or simply do not realize that they should. They are not focused on the plot; caught in a naïve high-school mindset, they are instead entranced by the social factors (both seen and imagined) between characters. To them, the paramount importance isn't who's going to save the world or how they're going to do it, it's who's going to be dating who in the meantime...and who's going "live happily ever after" together.

And again, there is nothing inherently wrong with this! I admit that I personally think most shipping is silly; I was "raised" as the archetypical old-school "token girl geek." (My mom once called me and my friends "Wendy and the Lost Boys," heh.) Thus, in my world view of fannish media, romance takes a bottom rung to plot and characterization and oooshiny. However, it's none of my business why somebody enjoys their fandom. If someone loves Harry Potter because they're rooting for Neville/Luna, or if they're into LOTR because the movie boys are so gosh-darn pretty, well, all right then. At least they're into fandom, period. This is a good thing...

...until they get crazy about it. Until they start to feel that canon isn't delivering what they expect thanks to their geek-free upbringing. Mundane society pounds home the lesson that the hero deserves to get the girl, and vice versa; if the hero doesn't get the girl, Something Is Wrong. These fans have defined their Hero and their Girl (possibly investing something of themselves in the girl in question, don't tell me there's not a little claudestine self-insertion going on there!), and when the plot doesn't live up to their Disney-fed expectations it's Wrong and they're upset*.

Unfortunately, in this Internet age they can lash out easily and directly. Their own particular "echo chamber" feeds and fuels that discontent until they do so. And this is considered acceptable behavior...?! In whose world? *boggles*

I suppose what I'm trying to say that the popularity of Harry Potter and the LOTR movies (and, to a degree, Cartoon Network) has brought a huge influx of new people into the fandom...but I hesitate to call them "fans" in the geek sense of the word. They're people who wouldn't even be fans otherwise, who expect something entirely different (and erroneous) from the source material which was not written with their desires in mind.

I don't mean to sound elitist about it; obviously some have actual talents or are intelligent enough to find other reasons to stay and other fandoms to enjoy, and I say good for them and great for us! But I think the fact remains that if the Harry Potter books weren't popular (and easy to read), if the LOTR movies hadn't been so prettily cast, these wannabes would never have stooped anywhere near the fandom "fold." They're not really into fantasy, or fandom, or even reading -- all they honestly care about the pretteh pretteh bois or Who Ends Up With Whom because that's what they've been raised to expect from life. They're only here for the eye-candy and the squee.

And quite frankly, they're wearing out their welcome.

* Yeah, well, I'm upset that Frank Herbert died before writing the last Dune book, and that Chris Tolkien butchered his father's life-work. Suck it up, kiddies -- at least your author's still alive to give you more canon!

What a day... (aka HOLY CRAP FIRE)

kielle — Sat, 13 Aug 2005 07:48:15 GMT

For starters, yeah, another long one, only nine hours but I've been hurting again -- the same thing that landed me in the hospital a couple weeks ago, only now I'm learning to ignore it as I still don't know how much the last visit cost, they weren't sure what it was, and I can't miss any more hours. Ugh.

BUT. Please do not mistake this for a whine-about-work post! For starters, how could I possibly be upset when there's chocolate waiting at home? (If you don't read my other journals, suffice it to say that there was a generous anonymous donation on the porch yesterday. I have amazing friends.) For second, there was another package awaiting me -- this time it's from one of my relatives. It's the photocopy of the family history I've been dying to own! *squee*

And look! She included a nice copy of two photos of my great-grandfather (the direct-line one from whom I got my last name) and his wife my late great-grandmother (the beloved family matriarch while I was a kid). This was taken about 1919, around the time they apparently eloped to be married. Apologies for the waviness, I have no scanner, this is a photo of a photo and it wouldn't lie flat...

Look at that grin! And isn't she gorgeous?

That's how thick the book is...it's mostly about very distant relatives who don't share the same last name, but it's all interesting and I'm so so so thrilled to have it!

Add to that the fact that Chris not only made dinner but has packed surprise lunches for me for all next week (!!!) and...gah. *loves so much* So we settled in for food and an episode of "Dead Like Me," and we were almost through when I noticed the clouds outside the window were moving awfully fast. As in, they weren't clouds. They were smoke. Thick black ugly smoke. Very close by.

Me, staring out the window: "Uhhh, Chris? Something's on fire..."

He was out the door in a flash and I was soon after with the camera. I took a series of photos on my way down to the street; as it turned out, the top story of a three-story antique store two blocks away was burning. I think there were apartments up there, though it seemed there was nobody there at the time...actually, the word used was "flophouse." I wouldn't be surprised if somebody's evening meth casserole went wonky. Then again, it's also possible rain sparked dust on the transformer, which as you'll see was also on fire...

You'll also notice it was a bit of a neighborhood event. Everyone was very well-behaved and curious. I met several very nice neighbors. :)

It actually got a lot more dramatic after this -- all of the windows eventually exploded out in flames, and that tree in the background went up like a torch right after dusk -- but by that point Chris had taken the camera and never returned with it. Bother. I watched for a while longer, until it was clear that the top story was a loss but nothing else was going to explode, then I walked home. There was cat-petting en route. It's a very nice night, and I'm going to go see if I can spot any meteors now. :)

PS: It also rained today, in the midst of all this heat. How weird is that? Rain! And I got to see where Spokane is building a skybucket system from town down the river gorge -- sleek purple skybuckets, on cables, I shit you not. How wacky and goofy and cool is that? I love this town, I swear to god I do!

So a giant and an elephant walk into a bar...

kielle — Fri, 12 Aug 2005 05:56:56 GMT

This is so amazing I have to post it. Don't stop there -- make sure you go to the photo galleries and the sites linked (like this one)...it's simply incredible. The technical pages are especially impressive, IMHO. Apparently it's to commemorate the anniversary of Jules Verne's death. WOW. Go French!

...and go Chinese, too. Why can't we have this holiday?

EDIT: More and other "shows" in the comments of this link

A nice surprise, for once

kielle — Thu, 11 Aug 2005 18:24:02 GMT

So yesterday was a simply awful day all around. On my part, I'm getting so snowed under at work that there's no foreseeable way out, and that's the short version (yes, yes, I know, job security, but whew). On Chris's part, well, the good news is that the kitchen cabinets arrived but the bad news is that they wouldn't fit through the door so he had to tear out a window which had been a nightmare to install in the first place. Which of course he then had to rebuild and re-install. In this heat. You can imagine.

BUT. The point of this post is not to whine but to thank. Because when I got home, there was a completely unexpected box on the porch from greenbriar. If I've never mentioned Briar, I should have; I met her at a horse summer camp when I was 16 and she was a tad younger. Her family moved to Virginia a few years later and we haven't been close in a while, but I adore her long-distance as she's one of the most darling people I've ever known.

Anyhow, there was this unexpected box on the porch. It wasn't quite solid and it made odd muffled clanging tinkling noises when moved. Turns out that it contained not one but two wonderful windchimes, both in shades of blue (*squee*) and both with lovely distinct sounds: one metal, one glass. I swear I almost started crying, it was so sweet and thoughtful and perfect. I owe you an enormous hug, dearheart, and I promise to get them hung up ASAP! There will be photos. *snugs*

PS: I want to make something clear to anyone reading this journal: no matter how much I whine and moan and grumble and piss, no matter how tight the money gets or how many time this house attempts to murder us in our sleep, I am glad we moved up here. 100%. I miss my family and Kitarra and sushi and Tommy's burgers and Comics Unlimited, but other than that I do not miss California itself one freaking iota and I loooove our cranky old moneypit and I'm still excited about our longterm plans. So don't worry about that. Just it's not going to be easy. There's going to be bad stretches and, well, I'm a worrier. :)

I have seen teh light!

kielle — Tue, 09 Aug 2005 18:40:34 GMT

I'm all for teaching DUH
in America's schools!