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Friday, December 23rd, 2005
1:26 pm - Ask and ye shall receive...

Some Bush/Cheney slash... well, so, okay, no Bush/Cheney yet, but there's Cheney and everyone else. Now I must go bleach my eyeballs, thank you very much!

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1:03 pm
And my father INSISTS that Christians in America are the ones being persecuted...Collapse )

current mood: sick

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12:53 pm - We should all do our civic duty...
Just a crazy thought here... but I think we should all do our civic duty here. ANd start writing some slashfic.

Bush/Cheney slashfic, to be exact.

Salt in lots of forbidden language you know will be on the NSA's alert list, like "let's blow shit up!" and "Osama is my man."

Send it to everyone you know and adore overseas. And get them to email it right on back.

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12:41 pm
Wiretaps said to sift all overseas contacts
Vast US effort seen on eavesdroppingCollapse )

Why aren't more conservatives outraged and fightin' mad about this? It just boggles my mind...

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Thursday, December 22nd, 2005
10:09 am
Here's a Firefly fic for agentotter. I think of this every time I see her "I am weary" LJ Icon. We must share a kink or two. ;)

BrumbiesCollapse )

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Tuesday, December 20th, 2005
8:50 am - Decisions decisions...
It MUST be Tuesday. I've got a deadline to get this issue off to the printers in a little more than an hour, and suddenly my keyboard shorts out and won't type three out of every four keys. Mmmmmm.... Tuesdays...

I have a choice between Xmas carols and Rage Against the Machine... on mornings like this, Rage Against the Machine must win out! (What can I say, I've a weakness for a damn good bass line...)

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Monday, December 19th, 2005
9:54 am
I've posted this to a pair of Firefly fic lists, and might as well post to my own journal as well. I mostly blame agentotter for this, as well as the creative soul at www.heresluck.net for her wonderful fanvid of the same title I'm blatantly stealing here. I'm pretty new to posting fanfic to LJ, and new to media fandom too, so be merciless with me in regards to critique. I'll post chapters as I finish them up, but can't promise as to how often that will be, considering the general holiday madness.

Thistledown Tears, Part 1Collapse )

I'm already half done with the next part, but just gotta say, for the record... what chatty bastards these guys are! ;) Hard to get them to DO anything, they just want to throw out the snark...

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8:32 am - WTF?
My mind is figuratively doing one of those endless-repeat-TDS loops of John Stewart making a "WTF?" face... Every time I think I can't be further shocked and horrified and woefully embarrassed to be an American... this numb-brained President opens his mouth again.


In his speech this morning, the Shrubs stated that it was shameful that the press has written about Bush's policy on spying on American citizens. Not that his actions were shameful, but that the reporting on it was.

No, wait. He's really saying that the =leaking= of the story to the press was shameful? Hell, I'm ashamed of the NYT for having sat on its craven ass for a YEAR. Did they know about this before last year's elections? ::grumbling bitterly...::

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Saturday, December 17th, 2005
2:58 pm - D'oh!
I've been nose-deep in workstuff all day, and just looked up and saw it was almost 3:00 p.m. I knew the local food bank closes at 3:00 p.m., and we had a box of goodies and a turkey to donate for the local Christmas Greeters program. The goods need to be in by Monday in time for the Thursday Greeters distribution, and I know Monday's gonna be crazy with the paper deadline and all, so I grabbed the car keys and the turkey and the dogs, piled into the car, and rushed the three or four blocks downtown to the food bank. Got the goods in as Chenowith was closing the shop up, and yay, she was happy to see the donation. So there we are, standing on the street and talking, and I look down to realize... I'm wearing my flannel PJ bottoms still. D'OH! Had changed out of my jeans after our trip to the coffee shop this morning, and completely forgotten...

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Thursday, December 15th, 2005
9:45 am - Snow?
It's 27 degrees out there, and we've got freezing fog. Plus a few random flakes of snow falling. Obviously, that's snow that lost, or premature, or too weak to make it to the Cascades. Still, it's nice and purty to look at.

Still suffering from an aching NEED to sit down and do some concentrated writing on a Firefly/Deadwood crossover that's just eating away at my brains. Unfortunately, I've simply got way too much work (office and otherwise) that must take priority. Waaaaah.

But through the wonders of fanvid, I've stumbled across the marvelous folk singer Jeffrey Foucoult. Napster finally is paying its weight on my desktop here. Usually you say "folk singer" and I start inching for the door, but this guy is wonderful. **sigh** Not that listening to him isn't just making me want to write forbidden fanfic even more...

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Wednesday, December 14th, 2005
8:22 pm - A question for the smart folks out there...
Braaaains... I neeeeeed braaaaaains...

If you're standing on a moon and looking up at the night sky, and there's the reflection of sunlight off of the planet you're orbiting... what would you call that? Not "moonlight," although that's immediately what the reader could connect imagery too. Not "earthlight" if it's not the Earth... ??? Surely someone much smarter than I knows what that would be called...

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2:36 pm
It's not as if I don't have far too much work to get done between now and the end of the year... but I'm simply **burning** to write a Firefly/Deadwood crossover fic. I blame agentotter for this. It's all her fault, since she forced me (kicking & screaming, of course!) to sample the joys of Firefly fanvids. Mmmm... lovely, luscious Firefly fanvids. Why aren't there MORE? (Of the good ones, that is... found just as many stinkers as treasures...)

Apparently there's a world on the Outer Rim called Deadwood, so, really... why not? The kernel of the idea has been planted in my unwilling mind, and while I struggle mightily to be a good girl and work on the overwhelming amount of honest pay-the-bills work sitting on my desk... I can't seem to shake the desire.

Firefly/Deadwood fanfic. Surely someone out there in the great 'Verse has beaten me there already...

current mood: hopeful

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Wednesday, November 16th, 2005
8:49 am
You scored as Serenity (from Firefly). You like to live your own way and do not enjoy when anyone but a friend tries to tell you that you should do different. Now if only the Reavers would quit trying to skin you.


Serenity (from Firefly)


Bebop (from Cowboy Bebop)


Nebuchadnezzar (from The Matrix)


SG-1 (from Stargate)


Galactica (from Battlestar: Galactica)


Millennium Falcon (from Star Wars)


Moya (from Farscape)


Enterprise D (from Star Trek)


Your Ultimate Sci-Fi Profile: which sci-fi crew would you best fit in? (pics)
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Sunday, October 2nd, 2005
5:58 pm - ... plotless galore, just need the writing spark to be lit...
As bummed as our first viewing of "Serenity" left us, Ron and I found ourselves with the afternoon free (our Makindu booth was rained out), so we've got tickets for another showing. Sitting now in a Starbucks killing a little time before it starts. Ron is being a good writer and **writing**. I'm uselessly spinning my wheels.

It's marvelous to be married to someone who shares your kinks. Creative and otherwise. :) But I'm feeling seriously outclassed here. He can write right now, and I can't. The jealousy I feel is keen and bitter.

On the positive side, another road trip from B'ville to C-town with Ron meant another new story plotted. One, maybe two. And all about someone else's character. Now to simply get it written before Dec. 31.

Hell. We maybe spend too much time plotting. Get us in a small, enclosed space, and we plot like crazed weasels. Now if I could only write enough to keep up with the storylines! In some ways, it just leaves me cranky and unsympathetic with other members of Kaz, when they complain about not knowing what to do with their own characters. I want to just say "Heck, just spend fifteen minutes plotting with Ron (or some other member of the the club -- there's only a few dozen to choose from, really!)" We start talking about characters we don't own and come up with plots aplenty. I think we really DO need to jumpstart the Kaz story chatroom sessions that we used to have, to try and spread some of the plotty madness...

current mood: pensive

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5:20 pm - Some thoughts on Serenity
Serenity thoughts... Spoilers, so don't read if you haven't seen the film yet!

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current mood: melancholy

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Thursday, September 15th, 2005
7:17 pm - randomness...
It's been one of **those** days. Planted in front of the comp from 7 am to 7 m, working on an absolutely wrteched project for the high school, the same one I dread every year. Just gave up, and realized I forgot to do laundry. Bleh.

Thank god for TiVo. How did I survive without you in my life before now? Thank you, too, John Stewart. You keep me sane.

Talking sanity, or the loss of it... had a freaky moment on Tuesday, when I was driving up to Albany on a deadline -- had to get toner for the HP and back again in time to get a job printed. As I was puttering up Highway 99E, heading toward Tangent, a semi with one of those two-rack car transports passed me, full of wrecks being taking to a yard somewhere, I assume. The semi came at me around a corner, and there was a red sporty sedan up above the cab. The sedan had a pretty crunched-up front end, and through the spiderweb of the front windshield, I **swear** there was someone sitting in the sedan's steering wheel. I could see teh hands pretty clearly, but didn't have any impression of facial features.

I about drove off the road. It was **freaky**. I'm assuming it was more of a trick of shadows and the fracture pattern of the windshield damage, combined with my own imagination. Because I sincerely doubt someone was sitting up there, and I doubt even more than I saw a ghost. I mean -- heck, I believe in ghosts, but I also believe that you could have a string of them doing a conga line around me in a room and I'd be completely oblivious to 'm. ;) My particular radar is done broke, I'm sure...

But it was just **freaky**. Because I tell you, I saw **hands** pretty damn clearly. Big, square guy-type hands, at about 2 pm and at about 10 pm. Weird weird weird...

Tangent... so, how long ago did this season for SG1 start? Didn't the season just start up? Why are they already advertising a season finale? I'm soooo confused...

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Monday, September 5th, 2005
6:06 pm - WTF?
According to NPR Marketplace & Editor & Publisher, Barbara Bush visited the Houston Astrodome today and had this to say:

"And so many of the people in the arena here, you know, were underprivileged anyway, so this (she chuckled slightly)--this is working very well for them."

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Saturday, September 3rd, 2005
9:04 am - ... do you need a distraction?
Go and see The Constant Gardener. Oh man. Oh my. Best film I've seen in a long, long, long, long time. Surely this wasn't made by someone in Hollywood? As always, Ralph Fiennes is hot hot hot hot hot; the acting is just wonderful across the board. Kenya is absolutely incredible to see -- yes, Virginia, that is NOT a California backlot, and the authentic tone it sets is priceless. The pacing and time flow are beautiful, and the way the film ends... oh wow. Wow. Go see it. You must. This is just an incredible film!

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9:03 am - cut and paste job...
This is stripped wholesale from an email someone just sent to my office account -- it's probably from a blog somewhere. But I can't help but repeat the crime:

In September 1999, Hurricane Floyd -- a category 3 -- was bearing down the Carolinas and Virginia. President Clinton was in Christchurch, New Zealand - meeting with President Jiang of China (you know, actually working). He made the proclamation that only Presidents can make and declared the areas affected by Floyd "Federal Disaster Areas" so the National Guard and Military can begin to mobilize.

Then he cut short his meetings overseas and flew home to coordinate the rescue efforts. This all one day BEFORE a Cat-3 hit the coast. That is how you do it.

How about this dope's own father during Hurricane Andrew? Once again, President Bush (41) -- August, 1992 -- was in the midst of a brutal campaign for re-election. Yet, he cut off his campaigning the day before and went to Washington where he martialed the largest military operation on US soil in history. He sent in 7,000 National Guard and 22,000 regular military personnel, and all the gear to begin the clean up within hours after Andrew passed through Florida. 'Cause, you know, those people and their stuff was actually where it belonged, rather than being used for insurgent target-practice halfway around the world in a vain effort to make Iraq safe for Iranian takeover.

In August of 1969 when Cat-5 Hurricane Camille hit roughly the same area as Katrina, President Nixon had already readied the National Guard and ordered all Gulf rescue vessels and equipment from Tampa and Houston to follow the Hurricane in. There were over 1,000 regular military with two dozen helicopters to assist the Coast Guard and National Guard within hours after the skies cleared.

Bush 43 - August 2005 - Cat-5 Hurricane Katrina bears down on New Orleans and the Mississippi gulf. Both states are down nearly 8,000 National Guard troops because they are in Iraq -- with most of the rescue gear needed. Bush is on vacation. The day before Katrina makes landfall, Bush rides his bike for two hours. The day she hits, he goes to Johnnie McCain's birthday party; and lies to old people about the multi-billion-dollar pharmaceutical company welfare boondoggle. People are dying, the largest port of entry in the United States (and fifth largest in the World) is under attack. Troops and supplies are desperately needed. The levees are cracking and the emergency 1-1/2 ton sandbags are ready, but there aren't enough helicopters or pilots to set them before the levees fail. The mayor of New Orleans begs for Federal coordination, but there is none, and the sandbagging never gets done. So Bush -- naturally -- goes to San Diego to play guitar with country singer and lie to the military about how Iraq is just exactly like WWII. The levees give way, filling New Orleans with water, sewage, oil and chemicals. Ten percent of all US exports, and 50% of all agricultural exports ordinarly go through this port. It is totally destroyed. Bush decides he'll end his vacation a couple of days early -- TOMORROW --BECAUSE HE HAS TICKETS TO A PADRES GAME! He goes back to the Fake Farm in Crawford, with every intention of doing something on WEDNESDAY about this disaster that happened starting last Sunday night.

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8:53 am - .. boggling...
Like everyone else in the Dryer States of America this past week, I'm just boggled and ashamed regarding the state of disaster relief in NOLA. We can delivery supplies to Bangladesh two days after a tsnuami, but adequate supplies don't even BEGIN to arrive in NOLA until Friday, five days after the hurricane?

It's been said far more eloquently by many, many others. But this is horrifying. And disgraceful. And you **know** race and class were factors when those poor people were left to drown. And just watch the spin begin -- how in the hell can they call Clinton the "Teflon President" when you just **know** Chimpy will walk away with this without much of a negative impact being taken by his base? Just further proof that there are two Americas. Those in the Reality Based Community, and those kool-aid drinkers who aren't.

(I'm trapped daily in the office with my father, who's drunk so much kool-aid you can't even laugh at it anymore... The lengths True Believers like my Dad go to in order to defend Bush and his Administration would be funny, if it just weren't so damn SAD.)

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