Like so many others at this point, I'm done with LJ. I'm in the middle of reno and house-moving, so for the time being, I'm settling for ending the crossposts. klgaffney.dreamwidth.org is currently the home of Chaos Central, and you'll probably see more of me when all of my stuff is under one roof instead of scattered up and down the Jersey Shore. I also (very) occassionally pop up on twitter, also under klgaffney. I'm kinda attached to that particular grouping of letters.

Endgame is to close all LJ accounts, including the fic journals, tentatively by the end of April. (Note: S&F was imported years ago and is still semi-active. The others have not been and I'm undecided if or how that will happen. More than likely I'll revert to posting everything here for the time being, like I did way back in the day).

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This week I re-enabled comments on LJ because they actually fixed a problem (gasp), so comments for everyone! I was also threatened with jury duty (but that didn't happen). The kids attended another Anime Nation con and met Patrick Seitz. I'm hardcore procrastinating on a Quetzalcoatl black light poster, I have learned that I still cannot spell Quetzalcoatl, the girls and I put up the lights and the tree, and I went to their holiday band concert. But the best news is that W started a new job! It is FT and union and all sorts of good things like that--which was really all I wanted for Christmas.

Now he is obligated to teach me how to knife fight. Like in the deal.

I really tend to consider myself to be a terribly unromantic--at least in the sense that traditional romantic gestures make no sense to me, and I actively don't like most of them (chocolates? Ew. Diamonds? BORING. Flowers? I like flowers (which is why I'm generally pleased when W hands me some to stare at), but they don't make my heart flutter. Extravagant gift giving just makes me feel awkward. I don't enjoy feeling awkward.

HOWEVER, I remember at one point after watching select episodes of Soul Eater for like the 123,784 time, W randomly told a self-insert fan-story (W stories tend to happen at night while lying in bed, and are never written down) about how he'd be a Meister and I'd be a Weapon (a really spiky mace). Somehow mysteriously we'd manage to never quiiiite make the death scythe quota (because he's rather suspicious of ol' Shinigami actually), but we'd have been at it for so long that we were just weirdly powerful, really old drop-outs, and everyone just kinda had to pretend we didn't exist, because fucked if they could do anything about us. So we just wandered around beating the crap out of evil together. That was warm-fuzzy making.

So maybe I do have a romantic bone in there somewhere, y'just gotta speak the right language.

All the warm fuzzies in the world, however, are still not getting him out of teaching me to knife fight.

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LJ:
Stone
Fen
Mark

DW:
Rauth: pt 1, pt 2
(Whew! Apologies for the length, M, I felt like I needed to build context )
Lucian
Trephine
The Vik
Diarmad

All of you on LJ are enabled to comment on DW as well, either anon or you can log in via Open ID (username.livejournal.com). You do not require a DW account, altho I believe they are still free and up for grabs without a code.

Also: THANKS A LOT DORMOUSE, MY BRAIN'S AT WORK GENERATING A CHARACTER NAMED "EVERYONE."

[edit: THERE. EVERYONE HAS A THREAD NOW.]

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