Archive for April, 2011

Fangirl squee!

April 27, 2011

I totally forgot the Naruto Shippuuden Movie 4 is coming out on DVD soon – and the fansubs will have it within a few weeks, and then, then, then…SQUEE!  Can’t wait, can’t wait, can’t wait.

I know the movies can be kind of cruddy.  I’ll take what I can get.  I don’t even mind the fillers – there was only a couple that were so bad that I couldn’t stand it.

It’s all a matter of timing, I think.  I’m full of squee for new material.  (I’ve been saving the anime episodes since 90 to watch after I finished this story, and I haven’t read manga in something like 6-9 months.  Everyone says it’s going downhill in a hurry, but I can’t wait until I can actually see for myself how bad it is.)

I went on a self-imposed Naruto fast between the last episode of the anime and the first episode of Shippuden and I was like a slobbering, slathering fangirl, licking my chops waiting for when I could watch.  (I think I was writing then, too.  It’s a personal thing.  Once I start a story, especially a long story, if I get distracted, then I won’t finish.  So I promise myself a huge backlog of treats so I will finish.  I don’t mind spoilers – it’s just the whole gestalt of the episode and the story arc is what gets me.)  And then the first episode of Shippuuden began, and I started, literally, squealing and I wanted to dance and jump around.  Oh, ye gods, it was so epic.  The  music, (“Hero’s Come Back”, which, to me, he did), seeing what Naruto looked like after the time skip, the improved graphics, and then the closing sequence – it’s a rush just thinking about how excited I was.  And that first story arc, “Kazekage Rescue” still has one of the best endings – I love it.

But first, must finish bits and ends of current story.   Oh, man.  So excited.



April 21, 2011

It’s snowing here this morning.  It’s mostly wet, nasty, cold stuff, but distinctly white.  This after the last of the snow melted two weeks ago, and the flowers were just bursting out the ground.

And in other things I should have been doing – I made the mistake of reading something by Peter S. Beagle.  F*ck.  My own writing looks like shit now.  Nothing like comparing a fingerpainting to a Rembrandt, or something similar.

I was going to post something last night/early this morning, but something is wrong with the site I post on.  It’s sort of lame, but I don’t want to post if I can’t see my reader stats.  That’s all I’ve got.  And now, of course, I feel bad about what I post because I’m no Peter S. Beagle.  F*ck.  (Sorry Readers, that I’m not him.)

Edited: 2 hours later, it is now hailing.  Oh, upper latitudes, it is so interesting living within you.


April 18, 2011

So, baby J is now on antibiotics, and we will be attempting to also feed her yogurt to make sure she gets all the good bacteria implanted in her gut.

I do not have strep – I have some bad flu-like virus that makes one part of my throat sore and not the other.  The hell -?

I am still pouring out the hydrogen peroxide like it’s going out of style – on toothbrushes, baby toys, everything.

Our well is having problems and pumping out water that’s filled with very fine black sediment.  W let a hose run, drained the pump dry and now we’re having some pressure problems.  Our rebound is not quite so fast as I would like.  It took forever to fill the washing machine.  I showered at work this morning.

And the final bit of interest – a friend had died very suddenly some months ago, and I was quite sad.  We hadn’t done much beyond exchange cards for some years, but she was a big part of my life for a while.  I found out last week that she left me something in her will.   She was really funny, but a little odd, and so she had some strange things in her home.  I was a little afraid of what it was going to be.  (She had a close relative who worked in the theater, who did some costume work, and he left her some bondage-related stuff.   The stuff not her style, but she kept it because it reminded her of him.  This is the stuff I was afraid of receiving, although it was pretty unlikely.  I thought most likely it would be a book or something.)

I found out today what it was.  She left me her fossil and  mineral collection.  It made me sad, again, for some reason.  I’m sure the collection is nice – I don’t really remember it.  I’d just as soon not have it – it would be better to have her around.  But there you go – it’s not like I could choose one over the other.  She remembered me in her will, that I had a geology background, and that’s that.

I will have to make arrangements to get the collection – that’s the problem with a rock collecction – no matter how nice – it’s heavy as frick and a pain in the ass to move.  I’m sure it’s very nice – but even if the collection is nothing but crummy white quartz conglomerate something in me still wants to get it – because I could maybe put it in my garden or home collection and look at it and think about her in happier days.  I hope that’s what she wanted.


April 14, 2011

Really sick. J just diagnosed with strep. I’ve got to go pick up the antibiotics in a bit. I had a bad fever, sore throat and chills yesterday and am still having a bad time of it. I’ve got an appointment with the doctor tomorrow – I think I’ve got strep as well. It’s terrible being sick, that’s all I can say.

chapter 2

April 12, 2011

Submitted chapter 2 today.  Because I love my readers.  All 6 of you out there (yes, that is the number of people who reviewed).  Nervous – but f*ck it.  What’s done is done.  Better than picking at it endlessly, which is what I would do otherwise.  Now I’ve got to go and stress about how I’m going to finish out the rest of this fricking story.

so hard to buy for

April 11, 2011

I am incredibly hard to buy for.  I know that.  But it’s because I am so incredibly picky.

But here’s a secret.  I love, I adore, I long for, incredibly cutesy china with fruit or vegetable motifs.  I don’t buy any because we have plenty of china.  (We didn’t register for it – I bought a huge amount before I got married, because I want the china I want and that was that.   It was on sale Noritake with little fruits and vegetables only available at the outlet, with matching glasses.  W was sort of annoyed because I gave him no choice on the purchase – he’s not super fond of that pattern.  He refuses to use the mugs because he finds them clunky.  It bothered me a little bit at first, now I do not care.  I like looking down at my plates.  It makes the food more attractive.)

So a couple of weeks ago, W broke one of my little tomato plates.  I immediately went on the internet and found a replacement.  They arrived today.  I am beyond happy.   Do not get in the way of me and my cutesy veggie china.

new story uploaded

April 4, 2011

I just uploaded the first chapter for my new story.  (Yes, I did finish the first draft!  Whoo!)

And like any other time I’ve ever posted anything for public consumption, I’ll just be here, under the desk, nervously dribbling.

I do have to say, though, the restraint I showed in waiting to post is  making me feel pretty good.  (Regardless of the readers might say.  Of course, I say this before I get any reviews….)   I really think it helped me finish – waiting to post really forced me to concentrate on the writing, not on my review-whoring.

Then me repeat that, because I am so pleased with myself.  I finished a real draft of a real almost novel of almost 35k words.   Okay, it’s a novella.  But it’s the longest sustained thing I have ever written and finished.  It’s nice to know I can do it, regardless of how cruddy people might think it is.

Okay.  My hands are shaking, I can’t stand waiting around for people’s reactions.  I think I’ll go throw up.   Then lie down and have a mental breakdown.  (But I will recover in time to bring out the second installation in a couple of weeks, if everything goes well.)

note on genetics

April 4, 2011

I looked down today at my own hands closing a jar.

My hands look similar to my mother’s hands already, and I imagine they’ll only become more and more alike as I get older (and the skin gets tougher, the knuckles more wrinkly, etc.).   These are not beautiful hands, but they work great, and if they remind me of my mother, then so be it.