Aug. 31st, 2010 08:29 pm
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So much prettier than the peacocks, man. I approve of LJ's silhouette-butterflies.

Ugh, [ profile] whoverse_las! Just, UGH. I did finally pound something out, but I'm not even remotely happy with it.

I got my hair cut. I don't like it as much as my last haircut, but at least it tamed the craaaaazy looking bush I was beginning to grow. I wish the layers were a little more... layerie. I like the choppy look. And because I had it done at the local ~organic~ place, it cost about $15 more than I was expecting. Not making that mistake again, even though I loved the smell of their products.

Last night I played with my dinner and it got rec'd on [ profile] torchwood_house and wrecked on [ profile] who_anon. It was a surreal evening all around.

ETA: (socially unconscious this week, lol... I've been meaning to do this for days now)

[ profile] tw_gleeclub is hosting a whoverse lightning round to raise money for Pakistan!

Bidding begins on Thursday, September 2nd, and closes on Sunday, September 5th, and will follow a bidder's choice format. I plan on bidding at least once, and hopefully I'll have time to fill a few as well. :)

More information can be found here!


Aug. 24th, 2010 12:15 am
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Today I fell down stairs. I have stitches and a twisted ankle and painkillers and an impending medical bill I would rather not think about. I just wrote an email that I'm pretty sure made absolutely no sense so... yeah. I hate painkillers. Hate. My brain's like a skipping record covered in grease. Fuzzy fluffy grease but I can't feel my foot to hard, or anythign below my waste really. Sorry if I say something stupid to you.

I'm trying to catch up on White Collar but I need to watch something I've seen before. Buffy is comfort show. It's like mac and cheese for the eyeballs.

I'm going to have some apologizing to do tomorrow. The mothership tried to take me home with her, and I can't be waiting on her tonight. Normally, I'm there a couple of hours, I clean, I do laundry, sometimes I organize, I cook, and I fetch and carry for her while she sits in her dent in the couch and tells me how I can improve my life. I'm 24, it wasn't a head injury, and I can't fucking handle her right now. I'm just really glad I have tomorrow of anyway. I think everything'll be a little better on Wednesday.
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A good friend to whom I completely owe my sanity has loaned me his old laptop for the next two weeks. It's an Acer and it predates God, but it has Explorer, so yay. :D
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THANK YOU to whoever nominated me to the Children of Time awards!

Why do Keith Olbermann and Rachel Maddow insist on going on vacation at once? They're confusing my morning ritual of gratuitous lefty news consumption. Chris Hayes is cute, though.

I'm probably sticking around at the Holiday Inn, even though it chafes to do so, and I really want to stomp out in a rage of workers' rights and solidarity. But, I have seniority and benefits and a plan there. Our management company pays for half the cost of classes directly related to the pursuit of a hospitality degree. And they'll pay for all my books. I guess this is the price for which I'll swallow my pride. I'm going to compromise by making a lot of noise about getting security cameras installed. A. Lot. Of. Noise.

Going to my mom's house to do laundry! Will try to write something before she comes home -- the meme prompts, and my entry for [ profile] whoverse_las entry. And PS -- [ profile] whoverse_las, WHERE DID ALL YOUR PARTICIPANTS COME FROM!? Holy shit! Assuming one person expelled per two week period, this challenge is looking to run two years and change. Eek!

Ok, going to pick my dirty laundry out of all the random places it tends to end up.

PPS -- I really want to go see Inception! This needs to happen!

Here, have a gif. <3

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So my morning was going pretty sucky. Heart attack kicked it off, as well as another department on a witch-hunt for the person giving out too many corporate coupons (not me) and harassing me with dumb questions while I'm trying to navigate my way through 110 check-outs on my own, and a woman who closely resembled an aardvark screeched at me in the middle of a full lobby and accused me of lying when I told her there was no management on site right then.

None of this matters. Some stoner just came in off the street and asked me our nightly rate. I told him it was $189. His reply?

"Dude, are you smoking the Kool-Aid?"


Hysterical laughter ensued. He still has no idea what I thought was so funny. I sent him to the Motel 6.

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HAHAHAHA. Oh, my god, I'm a loser.

One of my favorite coworkers is leaving. Today was the last day we would be working together. As he was leaving, he gave Em a kiss on the cheek. The kiss he gave me was not on the cheek, and it was awkwardly thorough.

On the pull away, I was all like, "What the hell was that!?"

He said something along the lines that I seemed difficult to impress, and he asked if that impressed me.

I told him that he didn't exactly rock my world.

Then I turned around and walked into the doorframe.

(It turns out he's a better kisser than I am liar.)
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There's been a lot of !fail going around the internet lately. There was the whole Supernatural RPF in Haiti debacle involving race, and non-whites being used as props as opposed to actual people, and there was a lovely piece regarding Independence Day and the erasure of cultural identity in favor of Just Being American that was so chock full of fail that just thinking about it makes me break out in hives. I'm Irish-American, third/fourth generation by way of Boston, and proud of it. I have a rich and interesting familial history that reads like something out of a mob novel. On my father's side, my grandfather was one of 12 children, and my grandmother was one of 14. Basically, I'm related to half of the city, and I consider it part of my identity though I've never actually lived there. I'd never give up my hyphens for anything. The fact that I can retain my hyphens is part of what makes living here so great.

So, there's two cents worth.

Basically, I've been avoiding all of these arguments because I don't like arguments, which is shitty of me, because I have an opinion, and a !fail argument has finally bit me in the ass personally.

Tonight that horrible, horrible stereotype of bisexual people being unable to "pick a team" reared its ugly head at me, and honestly, I've heard it before, but I heard it tonight from somewhere so unexpected that it actually hurt. Today I was told that I "barely counted" as queer. And I was so shocked that I didn't say anything. I at least managed to leave the apartment before I started crying, which I think counts for something. Honestly, this sentiment is not new; I was just so unprepared for it. The person who said it to me is a queer male liberal. I knew this same person when he was a straight female conservative. And I have been there for him through all of it. I have been supportive. He's hurt me a bit before with careless commentary. This is the first time his passive aggression has crossed the line into plain old aggression.

What the fuck.

It just kills me, because he's worked as a volunteer for emergency suicide hotlines. So he'll talk strangers off a cliff, but he'll slap friends in the face. I don't even know how to respond. I don't think I want to. I hate this kind of conflict. He should know better. He does know better. To be involved in all the things he's involved with, he fucking must.

I have enough shit to deal with, really. I'm not a huge fan of the term "bisexual" because it adheres to a gender binary that I don't support, but I'll often use it because I don't like having to explain the concept of pansexuality, and because "pansexual" sounds snotty. I don't really like the word, even if it is more accurate. I'll use the term "queer" if I can at all get away with it. I have had roughly the same number of female partners -- in both relationships and ill-advised sexual encounters -- as I have male partners, not that something like that should matter. But one half of my relationship experience has just been completely discounted, because evidently I cannot fully commit to it. I'm not sure which half. I don't care. I matter, goddammit.

ETA: He called to apologize, and told me he realizes that dismissing my opinions out-of-hand in that way was uncool. I accepted his apology, and told him I was sorry for storming out of his apartment like a drama queen instead of simply standing up for myself, which is what I should have done. I think he would have been receptive if I told him what about his statement had upset me, and why. I'm gonna call this one water under the bridge.
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Ten things I have enjoyed in the last week.

1. [ profile] writerinadrawer. If you're not voting, you really should be. Every week writers fulfill a prompt. The prompts are then unveiled anonymously, and readers get to vote for one winner, and one person to get stuffed into the drawers in the Torchwood morgue. The quality of writing is insanely good. Voting is still open until tomorrow, early afternoonish (3pm CST). Don't forget to read the rules!

2. Season of Mists by [ profile] ninjasnano aka [ profile] lookninjas -- This is a rewrite of what was already a pretty awesome fic, written for Torchwood Big Bang. It's a crossover with The Sandman, but only in the peripheral -- you really don't need any knowledge of the Sandman comics to be able to fully understand this. It's a CoE fixit, it's fantastically engaging, and you should totally read it.

3. Yesterday, this made blow soder out my nose. Also, it's hot. And mildly NSFW. GRRROWR.

4. Nothing Can Happen More Beautiful by [ profile] solsticezero is just gorgeously put together. Warning: discussion of suicide, has the potential to be major-league triggery.

5. [ profile] heddychaa has this awesome 7 parter, Plastic Dolls Floating Across the Atlantic, Toy Soldiers Crowding the Pacific. It's complete, she's posting one part daily (the second part went live earlier today). There's an intriguing mystery here, some terrific OCs, and if you comment-spam her she might continue with it. FLY, MY MONKEYS. FLY.

6. THE BIG BANG. OMG. *flaily hands*. I loved the color schemes. I... loved this whole season. With the exception of the silurian eps, and victory of the daleks to which I give a hearty "meh". I LOVE AMY. TIMES A WHOLE FREAKING LOT. I'm... trying really hard not to spoil anything here, so there'll probably be a whole new post so that I can spoil at will.

7. Just marathoned through the last four episodes of White Collar. OMG, I love White Collar. IT STARTS AGAIN IN JULY. omg.

8. Caught up on some of my comic books. "Red Robin" is making me love Tim Drake again. They're writing him a little more balanced now, and the more I look back at the last two story arcs, the more I realize his kind of insane behavior as a reaction to grief. The fact that he's beginning to rebound has greatly enhanced my appreciation for the author. He's starting to sound like himself again. His scenes with Super Boy in this last issue are tempting me to pick up Teen Titans again, but I've been burned by that title so many times now that I'm a little gun shy.

9. [ profile] redisourcolor is a Jack/Ianto fiction contest community. Every Sunday/Monday a prompt is posted. Submissions are due on Thursday, voting happens, and a winner is announced on Sunday. It's a cool community that could really use more participants. :)

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Just got back from dinner with my BFF and her BF, and did you know that Margarita's sells russelrita's by the PITCHER!?

Omg. So good, yet soooo deadly. It's like a smoothie with alcohol that you can't actually taste.

The BFF was driving, so she only had one. Her ninja and I got fairly trashed.

I just took off my shoes. My feet are almost intolerable and I wish they would go away.

I fist-bumped Nate for smashing gender stereotypes. He's a costume designer. He designed one for me. It's awesome. Poison Ivy for the full-figured woman. If I get the material, he'll make it for me for Halloween, the only caveat being that I have to wear it at some point during NYCC. I'm undecided. My desire for a good costume is warring with my sense of embarrassment/self preservation. Though if this happens, I promise pics.

It might be worth it, since Katie's going as Harley Quinn, and Ninja Nate going as the Joker. DCU LOVE TRIANGLE GUYS. So maybe. We'll see.
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Uuuugh... the fact that I, like, never call out of work is a point of pride for me. But I need to be awake in, like, 5 hours and I just cannot. stop. puking.

And this is saying something. I haven't thrown up since I'd just turned twenty-one. I hate throwing up. Like, despise it. If it comes down to puking or feeling sick all evening, I'll go ahead and feel sick all evening.

I think I have food poisoning. I think this is what food poisoning feels like. I have no idea what I could have possibly eaten, though, to make me feel this sick. Normal fare for me, and nothing tasted spoiled... some kind of bug? I don't really feel sick except for my stomach...

I think I'm calling out of work tomorrow.

Fuck fuck fuck. I don't have the money to call out sick. Goddammit.


I'm writing a Torchwood/Authority crossover. Something to do between frantic dives for the toilet bowl.
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Rough couple of days. Here are things that cheer me up to think about. No particular order.

(Gif heavy, spoilers for Supernatural 5x22)

cut for piccies, and ramblings )

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1. I am very, very, very excited about the idea of new Torchwood.

2. Today was a very good day. I was happy all day, despite having a pounding headache and the persistant need to puke, which was weird. Still a good day. IDK.

3. The idea of new Torchwood makes me roughly 342.98809 times more excited for NY Comic Con than I was previously. And that is saying something.

4. One of my best friends is getting married. She was talking to me today about her potential wedding plans. A bouncy castle was mentioned. I am terrified, yet intrigued.

5. I've had the world's worst writer's block for about a week now... I can't even write in my journal, it's ridiculous. Lists, though. I can do lists.

6. I've been angsting a bit lately. Everyone's got their own stuff going on right now, though, so I can't really vent my angst. It's insignificant in comparison. Like... really.

7. Inktober may come early this year. I love my tattoo, but it's stark, and I'm ready for that part of my life to be over. I think I'm ready to tart-up my tat. Orchids, maybe? (My sister suggested shamrocks, for my father, but there's something squicky about referencing my dad on the tattoo I got to memorialize the first guy I let down my pants... my father would have hated him, and he definitely hated tattoos.)

8. I need to do something. I need to cheer up, have something to look forward to, yadayadayada. I need to get out more and meet new people, but I don't even know where to start. I'm always pretty exhausted when I get home. I spend a lot of time reading/watching tv/bumming around on here because it's all I really have the energy to do.

I need to find a way to get my back muscles to relax, or I'm going to lose my mind.

This? Was way wangstier than I meant it to be.

However, watching this always makes me laugh, and then I feel kind of evil, but not evil enough to keep me from feeling better. :)


Jun. 3rd, 2010 11:34 am
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This has been bouncing around facebook, so I decided to share mine here...

10 Bits of Random )
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To Do Today:

- Shave legs. Success!
- Get car alignment fixed (hopefully for free, since they're the ones who screwed it up...), oil changed. ETA: "Wasn't us! Have you gone offroading, and are your tires flat?" (No and no. Fucksticks. I brought the car to you because it wouldn't start, and now it's constantly trying to drive me into a ditch. I'm really not in the mood to fight with you, but...) Called my auto place, got someone less condescending who told me to bring it in. Turns out that it wasn't their fault, and I am also not crazy. The guy who towed me on Friday wrapped the chain around the control arm to my back tire, instead of the tow hook, essentially turning it into a bendy straw. I registered a complaint with AAA, and they'll get back to me in "today or less than 3 business days". Again, fucksticks.
- Project for work. Redoing it again. I will never finish. Sent an e-mail saying it wouldn't be done today. Fuck it, I am so not in the mood, especially after our meeting yesterday... I need my day off to be an actual day off.
- [ profile] redisourcolor prompt. Hallelujah for extended deadlines.
- Own WIPs? (I'll probably fall asleep before this...)

Next day I have off, I'm doing something fun. I don't care if I have no money or 80 jillion other things I should be doing. Portland, maybe. Or Boston, if I'm feeling frisky. We shall see. <3
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So the boss's son is "interning" with us. Again. Ugh.

He's socially awkward, not incredibly bright, stares, and wanders off at inopportune times. I get him 3+ days a week. He needs babysitting. We were operating at zero last summer in terms of staff. Like, the bare minimum we could get away with. This summer we will be working at less than zero, because we survived last summer, obviously we can work harder. I really do not have time to entertain the owner's spoiled adultolescent.

But, anyway. That's not the funny bit. I'm bringing the humor this morning because I'm at work an hour and a half early.

Head maintenance engineer is telling a joke. His jokes are never particularly funny, even when they're not racist or sexist.

A little dirty, but nothing too horrifying... The Joke: )


Now, the funny: )
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Supposed to be at work *checks watch* FOUR MINUTES AGO.


Typed "car won't start" into google, got (predictably) fifteen bajiiiiiillion hits. Typed "Hyundai won't start", and the first - THE VERY FIRST - page to come up was a forum of people complaining about how their '02 Hyundai Accents have a habit of not starting. Evidently '02 was a dud year for the Accent. This has actually happened to me a few times. It's been everything from the battery, to the transmission, to my-car-hates-humidity-try-again-in-an-hour. GRRRRAWR.

Trying to find a ride into work -- It's UNH graduation weekend, one of our busiest weekends of the year, otherwise I'd say "fuck it" and call AAA.

BUUUUuut I can't call AAA on the off-chance I find a ride, because I'd have to be here when the mechanics come -- which can take anywhere from 20 minutes to an hour and a half.

Also, I'm pretty sure the way I'm parked makes towing impossible.

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I <3 Y: The Last Man. Its final issue holds the runner-up position for comic-book-induced crying jags (Teen Titans v. 3 #20 holds the gold there...) and I love pretty much everything Brian K Vaughan's done. Y also made me fall in love with Pia Guerra, whose style of art was simple but expressive as all hell. Yorick was never quite Yorick unless he was illustrated by Guerra.

Unfortunately she disappeared into the ether after that final issue. I saw her at Comic Con 2008, where she rocked at what was essentially a Women of Geek panel. Lucy Lawless dominated, buuuut I was mostly there for Pia Guerra. And it's Lucy Lawless, so I forgive her.

HOWEVER! Ms Guerra has resurfaced. Illustrating a Ianto comic penned by Gareth David Lloyd.

I might have screamed when I discovered this.

First page is here.

She draws Ianto's face awesome. Doesn't she draw Ianto's face awesome? The layout is very Y. This is not bad. My pull list is still mourning its loss.


So, yes anyways. Totes buying the next issue of Torchwood magazine. Not out for a month. First time I'll have bought any kind of fanmag... they're kind of lame as a general rule. I made fun of my friend who bought a Supernatural fanmag mercilessly. Which means I'll have to hide this one carefully. :)

I also love Pia Guerra because 355 is the biggest badass ever. I want to be her when I grow up.

ETA: Pia Guerra has been the artist on the recent Doctor Who comics! HOW DID I NOT KNOW THIS!?!?!@?! must*twitch*purchase...
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Lists help my brain coordinate.

1. Wrenched my finger on Wednesday night. It sucked -- I thought I broke it. The pain was so bad, I actually passed out. I iced the finger, went to bed, and woke up 15 hours later with my pillow soaked in blood. Turns out I had cracked my head on the way down. Needless to say, Thursday sucked. Brainpan seems fine, not even a headache anymore. Finger still hurts.

2. Been rewatching Torchwood... it's amazing how much I missed on previous go-throughs. I'm horrible -- I can't just watch something, I must multitask. Which makes me miss a lot.

3. UNH Kinky Con is back in the Hotel Motel Holiday Inn tomorrow. I've always wanted to poke my head into their exhibition room, but I'm always working, and post-work, my fear of solid ribbing from my co-workers isn't really worth it. I'm a little worried this year, honestly -- they're here the same time as the Special Olympics, and those kids get everywhere. I'm a little worried about one of them opening a classroom and getting an eyeful. Okay, really I'm more worried about getting an earful from one of the parents. If it's the same batch as last year, some of them are nuts.

4. Speaking of kinky, I need to get moving on my [ profile] tw_kinkandseek list. It's like... half done. And humongous. I had a hundred and fifteen stories at last count, with more still sitting unsorted in my bookmarks.

5. I've been listening to Lady Gaga a lot. I might deny this in public.

6. OH MY GOD, MY FIC INTIMACY GOT RECCED BY [ profile] torchwood_house! I'm flattered and thrilled. :D

7. Been reading The Perfect Storm by [ profile] teleen_fiction. It's brutal, but beautifully written. Very dark, but also hopeful, and getting more so as the story progresses. (Warning: you'll definitely want to read the header before you scroll down. There's a lot of content readers may find disturbing.)

8. Had an opportunity to get a sneak peek at [ profile] heddychaa's new fic Doppelganger and I highly recommend it. It's still in its early stages, but I promise you won't be sorry -- Pete's world, time jumping both pre-and-post COE, and some crazy great characterization. I'm on the edge of my seat trying to figure out how it's all going to pull together.
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I just had to explain to some idiot that, no, you didn't book a smoking room here, because we don't have smoking rooms.

I was very nice. She was very rude. I got her a (much less expensive) smoking room at the hotel across the street. Again, I was very nice.

As she was leaving, she called me a bitch. She has no earthly idea how close she came to getting a stapler lodged in the back of her head. None.

Also, I know everyone in the hotel across the street. Her stay is going to be something less than pleasant, I guarantfuckingtee it.
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I just bought my friend a Kingdom Hearts snuggie. She's either going to love it, or stab me. Possibly both. Details at eleven.

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