late nights, bright lights

Hello Out There

2015-05-08T01:54:41Z

Hello my beautiful goldfish. I've miss you all.

I am moving in with my boyfriend in a few weeks. We just had our 2 year anniversary on Monday, and we'll be living together by June 1st. It's about 8.5-9 hours from here, and we got an apartment overlooking the tiny man-made lake in the centre of town. It's pretty nice. Small, but nice. And the landlord lives next door and she has a doodle and I'm allowed to go over and pet the doodle all the time. So. Basically the best ever. I'm sure I'll have lots of stories soon.

The town we're moving to is very... outdoorsy? I might have to become more outdoorsy. Adam loves machines that go VROOM. Not my style. I will take up very slow hiking. Possibly just napping under trees.

Work is very sad to lose me, obviously. We hired a new girl not that long ago (okay, long ago enough, like, October) and she's terrible. Very much regret from all the staff, but the people in charge of hiring/firing never work in the office, so they don't see how terrible and so she keeps her job while the rest of us mad scramble to clean up after.

I start a new job June 2, doing the same thing, but full time for more money, better hours, and benefits. Combined that with Adam's benefits that I'll be covered under, and it all adds up to I'M FINALLY GETTING NEW GLASSES, AFTER 5 YEARS.

I got bangs. They're pretty much the best thing I've ever done.

New bangs. Not a terribly flattering photo of any part of me that isn't my bangs, but here's my basic Maria Hill closet cosplay for Age of Ultron last week.

And did I show you this? Did I even post about my trip our east last year? Prince Edward Island fucking rules. We're definitely going back, hopefully for a few weeks.

I love you all, hope all is well.

Books books books

2015-02-28T00:53:29Z

If you're at all like me, ~~good because I'm awesome~~ you probably own some books you're totally stoked about reading but you haven't done it yet. Or maybe you have some great looking fic marked "to-read" somewhere and it's been there forever.

Join me in March as I embark upon a perilous quest to read one of each of these things. I'll report in to you as I go. :) Reading, eff yeah!

I Want To Zap You With Lasers

2014-10-19T21:13:29Z

So. I voted in our municipal elections today.

Here's what I wrote on the election survey after the fact.

"I was not on the voter list and had to be added the day of (Oct 19/14, at the [location I voted at]). The woman responsible for putting me in was not at the desk for the first 5 or so minutes while I was waiting, and then took a very long time putting the woman ahead of me in. She also talked WAY too loud regarding the woman's (and then my, and presumably everyone else before and after) personal information. I did not hear her asking the woman if she was sure about any of the information the woman provided, merely took the info and added her on. Then at my turn, she had to clarify with "are you sure?" after every single question. Including my name and address, as if my telling her, filling out the form, and providing my correct, gov't issued photo id was not enough, and maybe she thought I had forgotten my name and really had to make sure. Perhaps it's because I appear young, or perhaps because she was approaching her duties on the computer as if she had never, ever been exposed to one before. Finally, she directed me to the second desk to get my ballot. The woman at the second desk promptly proclaimed "oh, I can't help you." We had to wait for someone else to come over, then the two women at the second desk had to fumble through getting me a ballot, and again asking me if I was sure. And then they forgot to initial my ballot, so when I finally got to fill it out, I had to run around and basically start again. So thank you or the most painful voting experience I have ever had, and indeed, answering the question "why do we have such low voter turnouts?" Because the people we drastically overpay to volunteer at these things are beyond out to lunch. Thanks, Town of [my town]! (The women who actually took my ballot and cast it were lovely and competent, as was the man who told us which direction to go to find the vote location.)"

So much work for the same 6 old, rich, white dudes to get in like they have for last 20+ years, woooo.

You Wanna Hear Something Fucking Stupid?

2014-09-19T04:27:14Z

So I've only worked 3 shifts so far this week and I've already had 4 people tell me they hit their animals? How? What? Why you tell people this? Strangers. You told some strangers this. Strangers that OBVIOUSLY like animals and are passionate about their proper care. Word for word this lady told us "he's been peeing everywhere, so I've been hitting him a lot. Do you think he might be sick? It just occurred to me." You know what occurred to me? That's you're a fucking asshole. (And yeah, he had wall to wall crystals in his urine, it's shocking he wasn't blocked.) I love that I'm allowed to be sassy (to a point) with clients, but fuck I wish I was allowed to also tazer them in the genitals when they say this shit.

Like seriously, do you go to the police station and tell them sometimes you burn buildings down? No, that's not quite the same. That would be if I was still in cruelty investigations (thank fucking lord I am not). It's like you going to the hospital with your offspring and admitting to the nurse that you like to pour boiling water on your baby when it cries, do you think the boiling water is what's making her skin all burned looking and peel-y? (Funny story, that's why our neighbour got arrested when we lived at B5. Trash town <3 [that's a sarcastic heart, ps])

In short, AUGH PEOPLE.

This is only the very beginning of my rant about work but I'm still too fired up and raw about the other shit (scheduling, mostly) that I won't even get into it.

Also I have a bunch of shit to tell you about all* the parts of my life that aren't work. I miss you LJ. I just had to share the extra awful clients with you. You're welcome.

* hahaha not too much since all I do is work.

I Love Youuuuu

2014-09-07T21:26:40Z

I miss you, LJ. I've been trying periodically to post something (I HAVE SO MUCH TO TELL YOU) but work is slaying me and I've just been overwhelmed with life. I miss you, though, and I'll be back. Hopefully soon.

Bullet List Update

2014-02-05T04:34:20Z

So here's what's up in my life rn.

Good
- boyfriend is visiting on Saurday for a few days, and Mama is out of the country, so all the time alone
- work, for the most part, is going pretty awesome
- we've planned a trip to PEI this summer and that's VERY exciting
- i lost 10 pounds, so that's good too
- i'm going to be writing a big long post about sex toys soon, so... look out?
- i learned how to poach eggs (that's like, eggs 101)
- watching hawaii 5-0, this show fucking rocks

Bad
- we got new uniforms at work and they're pretty awful. bad colour, very scratchy, terrible fit and no options for personalization.
-hours at work are getting pretty intense. 6 days a week, every week.
- and i still haven't actually gotten the timefor the PEI trip approved
- plus, pretty good chance that if i go to PEI, my time off for wincon won't be approved
- hawaii 5-0 needs more kono

Ugly
- i fucking suck at modding, i need to pull my head out of my ass
- pepperoni died last week, poor sad little lizard

this boyfriend wtf even

2013-12-14T03:46:35Z

I wanna just... AUGH for a second.

WHO DOES THIS.

Okay, so I'm about right on track for my monthly freaking the shit out about everything forever and crying for 2 days because life is too lifey. Boyfriend is working night shifts. He's on his first break. Sends me a Snap Chat of a propane blow torch (because of course he does). When I didn't reply, he texted to ask me what I was up to.

Me: Nothing. Reading. Tumblr. Sulking.
Him: Awww.
Me: Please come pet my hair until the future stops being scary. [incidentally, a thing on my tumblr dashboard at the time]
Him: Why is the future scary?
Me: Well, it's cold, for one thing. And I just feel alone.
Him: Very cold more blankets. Metaphorically alone?
Me: Just. Alone. All the ways. Alone in the wide world of human experience. Alone inside my head in all of space and time.
Him: Oh I c. But you have me.
Me: Blah, I know. Just feeling sorry for myself. ♥
Him: Your my world. Fyi. And my world is so much less scary when I know your in it. I'm very marshmallowy on this subject.
Me: Shush. omg wtf, SHUUUUSH. And you mean "you're" for all of those.
Him: Yes Miss Leen. ♥♥♥

I LITERALLY CANNOT WITH HIM SOMETIMES. I feel like he's Leslie Knope and I'm April Ludgate. Stop.

STOP.

WINTER HOLIDAY CARD POST

2013-10-31T01:12:01Z

HOLIDAY CARDS.

Who wants 'em? Comments screened, so drop me your addresses. They'll be pretty generic Christmas cards, nothing religious, possibly with dumb shit written in them by me. Also probably pet hair.

HOW COULD YOU TURN THAT DOWN?

(Will mail them international, postage ain't no thang.)

unavoidedcrisis @ 2013-10-03T23:14:00

2013-10-04T03:14:03Z

I owe you such a huge update. This is not that update. This is the pre-update update.

Subjects on next entry will include:

- the boy
- the dog
- the trip to Vegas
- the ongoing illness
- questions/discussion of birth control

BE PREPARED.

I Can Have A Vacation Now, Right?

2013-09-02T14:30:37Z

So. My life is a swirling vortex of suck right now.

No. I mean. It could be worse and I'm probably just whiny? But also, it sucks.

My hip hurts. A lot. All the time.

My grandfather, one of my favourite people of all time ever anywhere, has been in the hospital with a broken hip since 6th June. He was ~officially~ released from the rehab place on 29th August (long story, but he was going to stay an extra 2 weeks or so until we finished upgrading his apartment so he could stay there with grandma without too much difficulty). Except then on the evening of the 29th (incidentally, my grandmother's 80th birthday), he had what we thought at the time was a major stroke.

Rushed to hospital from rehab centre, my grandmother, mother, step-father, aunt and one cousin were there when mother sent her bff to come pick me up from my work mid-shift to go to emergency room to be there when grandpa died. Because that's what we were pretty sure was about to happen.

We said our goodbyes, he said his -- two words at a time in barely a whisper -- and then the night nurse was a vicious dillhole fuckface assclown pissbutt and kicked us out. Yeah, so. We don't like that nurse. At all. Grandpa was not stable, we had absolutely no guarantees he would make it til morning (and the doctors were pretty sure he wouldn't), he (grandpa) was begging us not to leave him, and he (nurse) made us all leave. :|

Well, grandpa didn't die overnight, the doctors reordered the MRI in the morning that they had ordered, then figured, 'actually no he probably won't live that long' and then cancelled the night before, and lo and behold, it wasn't a stroke.

We have no idea what it was. No one does.

Grandpa is stable, but in borderline poor/grave condition, STILL does not have a bed 116 hours after being admitted, and is still on a stretcher in the ER.

Which, you know, would make for a terrible fucking weekend for everyone involved, especially grandpa.

EXCEPT.

Remember how it was my grandmother's 80th birthday? Yeah, we planned a huge party. Family from all the fuck over coming in. Once we figured out we'd have a little lead time to prepare and get to the ER if grandpa did decide to die on us, he demanded that we have the party anyway.

Since we're the ones who live in town, my mother kind of spearheaded the event on Sunday. And the event on Saturday. And the second event on Saturday. And and and and.

I have not stopped moving since I went to work on Thursday. There are people everywhere. Talking. Loudly. Because that's what my family does. Everyone's leaving today, so people stopping by since 6am to say bye.

Uncle and cousin who were staying here (no one usually stays here, we have too many dogs, but there was no where else to put people) just left. Mother and stepfather have gone to buy a GPS. I am alone (with said too many dogs). There is the ringing in my ears that I can only associate with my family. Even the dogs at the kennel make less headache afterwards.

Going to see Grandpa today -- mama and I didn't go this weekend since so many other people were visiting and we've already pissed the hospital off plus Grandpa gets worn out so fast. And then I'm going to paint my nails, and then I'm going to sleep forever...

Or until I have to go in to work early tomorrow. :\

I brought you this...

2013-07-08T18:06:01Z

Come and join polybigbang, a multifandom threesomes or moresome big bang!

FAQ/Rules/Schedule
Sign Ups: Author | Artist

Yeeeeah, I went there.

Interesting Development

2013-07-04T21:57:13Z

THINGS. I will tell you things!

I purchased a sole proprietorship a few weeks ago and everything was approved. I am now a business. My business is called Sunshine Mermaid Friendship Club. I am looking into logo designs. Obviously. Also potentially webspace? idk what I'd do with it though.

Basically, if you missed my last boring post, I needed a ~business~ so I could get myself an American tax i.d. number -- an EIN. EIN now obtained also, forms sent to appropriate companies (twice, because I effed it up the first time), and now I am waiting on confirmation of receipt and a lower (read, 0%) rate of taxation from the IRS. On account of I have to pay the CRA and I'd rather not pay them both. No hard feelings, America, but I ain't American and I don't feel obligated or inclined to pay American taxes when there are tax treaties set up to get me a better (read, 0%) rate. SO. Long, boring story short, SUNSHINE MERMAID FRIENDSHIP CLUB.

I got something in the mail today from the IRS. So. I'll look at that in a few minutes.

Also waiting on my tax return from 2011-2012 (yeah, behind, I know) to come in so I can spend it. On something I really need. That's right, you guessed it!

Complicated and painful dental surgery.

Yay. -.-

I'm going to two weddings this summer and I bought a dress a weekend or two ago with my mama. It's actually super cute and hilariously, I got it from the petite section. That's hilarious because I am in no way petite.

Kiki is super gung-ho to stick her entire head in my mouth tonight. She is fucking bizarre.

Work is good, but hella, hella stressful these last 2 weeks. I am really looking forward to going back to my regular 29 hours a week for a week or two. This 55+ shit is killing me.

Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiinally started reading Hawkeye. Glory glory. *___*

Trying To Sort This Shit Out

2013-06-17T15:12:35Z

Ahh, the ongoing woes of a tiny Canadian who wants to get a few bucks from the American government. It’s not like I’ll be making millions selling stories online, why must you take my 30%

My current options for utilizing the tax treaty (which is set up to protect me and my money, apparently) are:

1. Pay Canadian tax lawyer 400$ to file for my ITIN for me.

2. Mail my original passport to Texas for 4-8 weeks while it’s authenticated, pay 180$ plus shipping both ways to get ITIN.

3. Become sole proprietorship for 135$ here in Ontario, figure out now how to file my fucking Canadian taxes because that wasn’t hard enough, call IRS and get an EIN as opposed to an ITIN. EIN is free and can get over the phone in minutes…

4. Suck it the fuck up and lose the 30% royalties because this is all horrific.

5. Just stop what you’re doing and don’t self-publish. Go lie down and watch Avatar: the Last Airbender and laugh at Appa’s giant furry face.

Busy Life

2013-06-11T16:16:27Z

My grandfather fell and broke his hip Friday afternoon, so things here have been stupidly busy. Also, went to North Bay for the All Heart annual fundraiser because I swore two years ago I wouldn't miss the next one, and staying home with my frazzled mother & grandmother would have probably given me an anxiety attack. So I went to N Bay and stayed with Katie.

The fundraiser was great, almost 2400$ between the silent auction, 50/50 draw, and ticket sales. I didn't win anything, but that's because I didn't bid. Everything seemed sort of... old lady-ish? And by sort of, I mean WOW a lot. That's cool, I wasn't looking to lug anything major home with me again.

Went to the rescue for Open House on Sunday, took T with us, so that was all nice. I love that goofy kid most of the time. Looong day, filled with ugly puppies. It was pretty good. :) My arms are all torn to shit because of puppy claws, but still not as bad as when McLovin used to try and kill me.

Got to removed staples from a dog who had had a kidney removed, so... that was pretty cool.

Work is amazing. I love my job. Well, my one job. Quitting at the pet store because they're super jerking me around on hours. But still at the clinic and still 500% loving it. Even today, when I feel like crap (stupid germs), I'm still stoked to go in this afternoon.

Now. I should really get to work on like. Writing something. Before I have to go back to the hospital.

Have the sequel/next part to the lady-centric mixed canon Avengers rock band AU that desperately needs to get written, plus my Sam/Dean mini-bang, and something for robotbigbang (sign ups are still open, desperately seeking artists, by the way!).

Someone remind me that writing is fun?

aaaaugh

2013-03-25T18:14:58Z

Someone sent me 20 roses, they just showed up at my door, why is this a thing, who did this?

Let's Talk About Dead Pets

2013-03-14T18:08:29Z

Oh. Hey. My last journal entry was my 1,500th on this LJ. Go me.

Hello everyone. Let's talk about a thing.

So pets die, right? I deal with that a lot on account of I work at a vet clinic. PS, I don't think I'm building up to a certain point, I just need to pour out some words, so. Don't expect some sweeping, majestic summation of human existence at the end here.

There's a lot of different reasons as to why someone would have to get a pet put to sleep (PTS), but if the reason is bogus, my vets will send the person away with a live pet. They don't fuck around and take "well I just don't want it anymore" as an excuse. Reason number five hundred and sixteen that I love my job, right.

The vast, overwhelming majority of pets that are PTS at our clinic are PTS because they are very old and their bodies are shutting down on them. That's... a pretty damn good way to go, it turns out. Better than the ones we see that are young and suddenly horribly ill or injured. We get those sometimes, but it's far less regular.

My first PTS at this clinic (and my first working in the field, not a PTS that was one of my pets) was an old, sick cat who had had a great run and needed a little mercy. I was fine with this. The owner cried a little, thanked us profusely, and left with her equally crying toddler. It happened, I went "aw, that's too bad, poor family," and went about my business.

The second PTS was an ancient sheltie with an equally ancient man for an owner. He'd known this day was coming and was just so... At peace with it. We dragged a chair into the exam room so he could sit with her (we don't have chairs in there normally on account of very small exam rooms) and his adult daughter was with him. She was sobbing, he was just sitting quietly with his hand on the dog's paw. The daughter had to leave the room, asked if I would stand with him. I did, because how do you say no to a sobbing lady and a 5000 year old man who are asking for something so simple? You don't, that's how. I felt sad after this, but the old man hugged and thanked me when we took the dog's body away and I went on with my day.

(The aforementioned old cat's owner came by a few days later with a fruit basket. That happened. Blew my goddamn mind.)

I didn't know either of these families or their pets, this being my 1st/2nd week at the clinic, but I knew their pain and it made me frown and go "awww, bad day for them, I feel empathetic towards this situation, &c." This was also right around the time I had to put Casey to sleep.

We had a couple more, I don't really remember. A relatively young dog with pancreatitis that had been in every day for about 15 in a row for rechecks, fluid therapy, etc. had to be PTS in my first amount of time at the hospital. I knew the owners a little better (really nice old married couple) and I knew the dog. She was a real sweetie. They thanked us too, the whole team, and gave the vet who did the euth a hug and dropped off a card when they came back to pick up the dog's ashes.

But then Nash. Nash was a dog I had never met before who belonged with a family I'd never before. He was old and very sick and he had a peaceful death. And fuck did I ever cry. I got myself together relatively quickly, but in the 10 minutes I was crying, I was fucking sobbing.

There have been about 4 now that have had me in honest to god tears. And a few more past that were I've welled up a little, or had a Dean Winchester style "single manly tear." But I mean, the majority of them are "oh gosh, that poor cat/dog/hamster/family." There's a few more coming up, that we know are on the horizon that I know I'll cry over (including one for Sasha that's going to have me in tears for an hour, I guarantee it. Tonight or tomorrow. Very anxious about going to work soon :/), and a few more that I'll just be thankful have finally happened (again, Sasha. Ugh, poor creature).

On Friday, we had to euth a large Maine Coon (like McLovin and Casey...). The owner was a bedridden 89 year old woman and the cat came in with her daughter and HER daughter (so, daughter and grand-daughter to cat's owner, referred to henceforth as "lady" and "daughter" because I never met the actualfax owner). The cat was sick (suddenly, acutely, in a 8 year old cat, so still relatively young, though maybe closer to geriatric from a Maine Coon stance). Very sick. We did rads and a basic CBC to comfirm. Yes, the cat was very sick, Yes, the best thing we can do for the kitty now is have it PTS. So that's what the lady and her daughter did. They called the owner and she said goodbye over speakerphone in the exam room, then they paid the bill and left. They couldn't stay while it happened.

Some people find it really difficult to stay for any of it, and some people don't even want the pet to be taken to the treatment room to have the catheter put in because any time away from the pet is horrible for them to conceive (putting in an IV cath makes it way easier and less painful to put the euthynol in, less messy, less scary, less stressful. We put a cath in in the back, bring the pet back to the family and the vet gives them however much time they need before coming back in and doing the euth). I'm totally non-judgey of whatever someone chooses to do. I stay through every second of McLovin's euth last April and patted his stupid cat head. I was there for all of Casey's, but I could barely look at him, let alone touch him. Grief does weird things to us, every time.

They left, me and the tech stayed with the cat while the vet put the needle. It was good, tbh, that they left. The cat needed way more of the drug than we thought it would, had to IC after initial sedation. It was pretty bad to watch (but he didn't feel it, don't worry). I cried a little because it made me think of my stupid Maine Coons who decided both to die last year.

I'm covered in cat fur and dried tears now, it's 30 minutes after we close and we've been slammed all day, so I'm sweating like a cow. I've stripped off my scrub top, so I'm in my ratty old kennel tank and am washing blood from a very-enthusiastically-in-heat dog off the walls in the big exam room when someone starts rattling the front door. I am pissed, and exhausted (after being there 30 minutes late on top of my 13 hour shift already and it's been a goddamn long day).

It's the cat's people. The lady and her daughter. They brought us cupcakes.

So. I cried a little over the cat. I fucking sobbed over the cupcakes. Grief does weird things to people.

This has been a lot of thoughts about dead pets. I have to vent them out periodically so I don't explode.

Also, never give your dog his/her medication mixed with chocolate milk, that just makes you a fucking idiot.

I Made A Thing

2013-02-19T04:34:45Z

I wrote Les Miserables fanfiction because as much as I thought I was done with it ruining my life years and years ago, I went and saw the movie with my mother and sister on Christmas Day and it reignited all my stupid, stupid Les Mis feels. So. Here I am, sucked right back in. I'm going to die here, I can just feel it. But have some fic.

Life About To Start, on Dreamwidth or Archive of Our Own.

New Default Icon

2013-02-14T18:36:51Z

My icon packages are expiring soon and like, 95% of my icons are going to disappear, so goddamn, I changed my default icon to this one. I've had Robert Plant's abs in black and white as my default icon since January '04 when I got my LJ, and now it's gone. Boom. How's that for progress?

...

Oh my god, I don't know what air is anymore, I'm panicking AHHH EVERYTHING'S DIFFERENT I CAN'T FIGURE OUT MY PLACE IN THIS NEW WORLD.

Life Update

2013-02-11T22:35:04Z

Extra icons + paid account ending soon, so not giving any fucks about it.

My mother and step father went away for two weeks and I was supposed to dog sit. So I did. But also I work 65-70 hours a week now, so the lady across the road was going to co-dogsit. Nothing intense, just coming over once a day Thursdays-Sundays to let them out for five minutes and then lock the house up. Seriously not hard to do, despite how ridiculous our dogs are.

She shows up on the second day and says no, not only can she not do this anymore, but her and her husband have suddenly decided to go to Mexico for a month, so would I mind watching her dogs.

Um. That is the actual exact opposite of you watching mine, lady.

Plus, yeah, ours are a little hyper? But you have a people-aggressive Staffie and a blind&deaf&can't use his back legs at all 80lb Malamute who also has insulin-dependent diabetes. Your dogs are hella harder to take care of than mine!

Long story short, I'm dogsitting. idek.

Um. What else is happening in my life.

I got stabbed with a needle and some Euthynol. Yes, that does exactly what it sounds like. I'm fine. It was a laugh. Slash I was fucking sick as hell for a few days, but I'm good now.

I accidentally all the Les Miserables feelings I thought I was over. So. That's drastically affecting my quality of life these days. I wrote fic. Yeah, that bad. cherie_morte has it right now and it preparing to shred it into strips. I'll let you know the progress there.

Almost done (hahah maybe?) my apocalypsebang. Needs an ending with a little more horribleness. It's been a pretty flip apocalypse thus far.

I went to the dentist today and apparently now I have to have all four of my wisdom teeth out to prevent all my teeth from exploding at once or something. I was only partially listening. She made it sound scary though.

There goes most of my Wincon money and my tattoo money and my new purse money. I was saving so good, too!

That... is basically it. I'm boring and I have a lot of emotions about dead French revolutionaries and/or Thor's hair.

Special Interest Poll

2013-01-15T02:45:22Z

View Poll: Special Interest Poll

End of the World Reclist

2013-01-07T03:18:07Z

idk how to reclist. Shut up and look at these things.

ganked shamelessly from tumblr

i. Conservation of Momentum, by autonomyanatomy (Candyland, 10,796 words).
Yes, I'm reccing you children's boardgame fanfic. No, I do not regret a thing. It's intriguing and suspenseful enough to warrant it and I found the characters amusing and lifelike. Also, Candyland-poclaypse? Yes.

ii. The Incestuous Courtship of The Anti-Christ's Bride, by fleshflutter (Supernatural, a whole bunch of words).
If the title alone doesn't hook you, you get to read Dean and Sam trying to convince angels, demons, and hunters to work together using Batman as an analogy-thing. Also it's sad and hilarious and you will make screechy noises like I did.

iii. With Crooked Hands, by annakovsky (The Office (US), 19,700 words).
Post-apocalypse survival road trip type fic, with realistic injuries and snarky banter and soft, sad, quiet moments and surprisingly scorching intimate moments that I did not expect from this pairing (Jim/Ryan, that is).

iv. This Colder Air by by annakovsky (The Office (US), 13,500 words).
Companion piece to With Crooked Hands -- WCH is actually a 'missing scene' piece from this wider story set in Mose's POV (Dwight's beet-farming cousin). Very interesting take on familiar characters, veeeery post-apocalypse survival-y, which I loved. Note the warnings, just like I did not do. #beachedwhalenoises

v. cashing in our bad luck, by girl0nfire (Marvel Movie-verse, 700 words).
Zombies + Natasha being ultimate BAMF + Steve's epic emotional angst = do I even need air at this point?

vi. Apocalypse Z by baylorsr (Supernatural, 21,599 words).
Another zombie one, another one that's sad and funny and I find the pacing in this one really intriguing. It's super fast and slow at the same time and I find it really works well for this fic.

vii. The Sniper At The Gates Of Heaven by JoeLawson (The Loser (movie verse), 17,028 words).
Whump and survival road trips and finding your family where you least expect AND DOGGIES. What the heck else do you need, amirite? I love the aspect of it where legit no one knows what's going on, too. That seems so much worse than having like, news reports and radio broadcasts and stuff. Just so much silence and isolation. Creepy!

unavoidedcrisis @ 2013-01-06T18:35:00

2013-01-06T23:35:28Z

Haha, go team me.

I won for porn, guys. That's hilarious.

I Made All These Things!

2013-01-02T00:39:18Z

2012 Posted Fic Roundup

Total words written+posted: 132,940
Number of fics posted: 16
Fandoms Represented: 5/6 depending on how you look at it -- Leverage, Supernatural, Newsies, Fire Emblem: Path of Radiance, Avengers (MCU and EMH so does that count for 2?)
Big Bangs Posted: 5
Total words written+posted for big bangs: 108,400
Single Longest Fic: Drrrty Pop, 34,600 words

Most common pairing: Hardison/Parker/Eliot from Leverage (with 3 fics). Unless we're counting the 4 gen fics I wrote. The gen is my most common pairing. :)

Favourite thing I've written this year: All That Love, All Those Mistakes

Word Count: 19,500
Summary: After a life on the street and now a job at a run down community centre, Clint classifies himself as a hard-and-fast pessimist. Until he gets the stuffing knocked out of him by a local street gang and suddenly his life is like a bad rom-com, complete with the boy with the smile that makes his knees weak, the ever-helpful matchmaking best friend, gratuitous Abraham Lincoln, and one or more cracked ribs. Okay, maybe he's still a pessimist...

Okay, so more words and fandoms than last year, which was my overall goal. :) Still not enough fandoms for me. Want all the fandoms. I wrote more big bangs this year too. I hope I can keep that up, I love those.

2012 Podfic Roundup

# of podfics posted: 9
Minutes recorded: 170:23
Fandoms Podficced: 6 -- Leverage, Doctor Who, Community, Supernatural, Avengers (MCU), Avengers (MA), Harry Potter

Seems like I need to record more podfic, too. :) Woooo, 2012 was a zany year. A+, self, you did some stuff! This is what got posted, plus everything I am still working on/editing/writing/&c, I hit my Get Yours Words Out goal for this year. Hope to do just as well this year. Happy creating, everyone!

unavoidedcrisis @ 2012-12-08T16:15:00

2012-12-08T21:15:15Z

I blame chat entirely.

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Let's Play Good News/Bad News/Good News

2012-12-06T01:15:23Z

GOOD NEWS!

Mama is coming home soon and bringing me Wendy's. :)

BAD NEWS!

Blood work on Caseycat came back this morning and it's not diabetes like we were hoping, it's end stage kidney failure, which means we're going to have him put down this weekend. The vet even said with the right meds and food combo, we could maaaaybe get 'til mid-January. It's just more humane to let him go before he starts to vomit blood.

GOOD NEWS!

I got the clinic job, I start Friday.

So, you know, extremely up and down day -- all of this happening while I was at the pet store (apparently the manager, says the other girls, does not like her employees having multiple jobs, so it remains to be seen if I'll be able to work both). I'm going to eat my Wendy's when Mama gets home and then ptfo. :)