azriona: (cat in a box)
Monday:
Finish editing/rewriting ending for Part 4 of original omegaverse
convert to mobi file, send to Mildred

(part 5 is so not happening before next week)
remember I love my children, even when they don't sleep

Tuesday-Thursday:
finish researching notes for Hamford presentation
write Hamford presentation
done.  not particularly eloquent, but done
print out nice copy of recipes for Hamford presentation
go to copy store and copy recipes for Hamford presentation
purchase groceries for Hamford presentation
make the whiskey truffles for Hamford presentation still need to finish rolling the caramel truffles, but the others are done
start finishing cross-stitch people - HAHAHAHAHAHA
make the spotted dick for hamford presentation cooling on counter now
make bread for the hamford presentation (optional) hahahahaha
Added: bake chicken for chicken salad
Added: print out photos of children for brag book because
[livejournal.com profile] auntiesuze is going to ask, even if no one else does
remember i love my children, even when they don't sleep

Friday:
make the pea soup for the hamford presentation
make the chicken salad for the hamford presentation
make the custard for the hamford presentation
prep the add-ins for the beans for the hamford presentation

pack for Gridlock
load the car (remember to pack needles this time)
(also the toaster oven)
(also the knives)
(also all the food)
(and the recipes)
(clothes might be helpful)
drive to Bethesda
drink lots of coffee
kiss the children goodbye, and tell them to sleep at least once over the weekend
remember i love my husband, because he loves me, even when the children don't sleep
(although he might not after this weekend)
azriona: (cat in a box)
Monday:
Finish editing/rewriting ending for Part 4 of original omegaverse
convert to mobi file, send to Mildred
(part 5 is so not happening before next week)
remember I love my children, even when they don't sleep

Tuesday-Thursday:
finish researching notes for Hamford presentation
write Hamford presentation
print out nice copy of recipes for Hamford presentation
go to copy store and copy recipes for Hamford presentation
purchase groceries for Hamford presentation
make the whiskey truffles for Hamford presentation
start finishing cross-stitch people
make the spotted dick for hamford presentation
make bread for the hamford presentation (optional)
remember i love my children, even when they don't sleep

Friday:
make the pea soup for the hamford presentation
make the chicken salad for the hamford presentation
make the custard for the hamford presentation
prep the add-ins for the beans for the hamford presentation

pack for Gridlock
load the car (remember to pack needles this time)
(also the toaster oven)
(also the knives)
(also all the food)
(and the recipes)
(clothes might be helpful)
drive to Bethesda
drink lots of coffee
kiss the children goodbye, and tell them to sleep at least once over the weekend
remember i love my husband, because he loves me, even when the children don't sleep
(although he might not after this weekend)
azriona: (cat in a box)
I keep wondering why no one comments on my LJ posts anymore, and then I remember it's because the LJ posts I've been writing have been in my head only; I never actually get the chance to commit them to keyboard, and thus no one can comment on them.  Which is a shame, because seriously, I've been writing some absolutely brilliant LJ posts lately.  You'd laugh, you'd cry, you'd heap chocolate and flowers and all the good things upon me.

Or you'd just roll your eyes and keep scrolling.  You know, whichever.

Most of my writing concentration in the last week has been on the Original Omegaverse, because [livejournal.com profile] mildred_bobbin has agreed to read it while on her massively long plane trip to the States, so that she can tell me what is wrong with it.  (She is very good at that, and I mean that in the best possible way.  She and my husband are excellent at helping fill in plot holes, except Bill has a propensity for coming up wth bizarre and ridiculous ways of doing it, and Mildred just solves the problem.  Both methods are equally useful, in certain circumstances.)  Except I have to have the "finished" story to her by tomorrow, and on Wednesday, I found a plot twist I'd forgotten about, and I've spent the last three days writing and rewriting to work it out.  It's done now, but it means I didn't get the chance to finish writing the fifth and final part of the story, and I still have to edit the fourth part to take into account all the changes I have now written.

So that's today's project.  I also have to bake a cake, but that's not exactly a hardship.  I'm ignoring all the suggestions garnered on Tumblr (which were for chocolate) and I'm making a Burnt Sugar Cake, because the recipe sounds yummy and I have nearly all the ingredients I need.  The only one I'm missing is the cream cheese for the frosting, but I'm tempted to do chocolate instead anyway.  Because chocolate.  (Do you really need another reason?)

In other news, I have a cough that I can't seem to shake.  It's a weird one - I don't have a fever or a runny nose or a sore throat, just this stupid cough that starts with a tickle in the throat and is much worse at night than it is during the day, and no amount of cough syrup seems to stop it, and if I get going, I sound like I'm about to hack up a furball (and it feels sometimes like I'm going to throw up).  And it's a totally non-productive cough 95% of the time, too.  Weird, weird, weird.  If it isn't better by tomorrow, I'm going to the doctor, because I really, really do not want this thing at Gridlock, and hopefully they can give me something lovely and prescription that will stop it and let me get some sleep.

Andrew ended up spending the whole day at preschool on Friday, because for some reason he got it in his head that they do MASSIVELY FUN THINGS in the afternoon and he wanted to experience them.  It was a very nice day, Charlie napped and I wrote and it was like a preview of coming attractions for when he's in all-day kindergarten in the fall.  Around 3pm I started missing Andrew quite a lot so we went to pick him up at 4, and he says he had a good time, but he doesn't want to stay all day again.

(Oh, and insurance has been sorted - in that they have agreed to pay out for his therapy for the rest of the year, but have also flat out said that they refuse to cover it for next year at all, because it's in their system that Andrew has been diagnosed with developmental delay.  Which is not true, according to the therapist, but we're going to save that argument for next year, and in the meantime, make sure he gets to use every single one of the 90 visits insurance has said they will pay for before the year is up.  Even if I end up paying for a couple out of pocket, I don't want to risk that insurance gets out of paying for a single one.)

Charlie is nearly sitting up on his own.  I mean, if you fold him over double and balance him super well, and don't count past five, he can totally do it.  I keep pointing out crawling babies and telling him that if he keeps up with Tummy Time, that will someday be him, but I don't think he believes me.  He is extremely good at closed-mouth disapproving stares.

(I am going to print out pictures of both of them and fill up a little brag book, and if anyone even mentions babies to me at Gridlock, they are going to be forced to sit down and look at it and admire them.  On the other hand, I can leave a few pages blank and use them to store the cross-stitched people, and then when people want to see those, we can find the pictures of the boys and I can say, "MY HOW DID THOSE GET THERE." And then I still get to show them off.  I am way sneaky.)

Speaking of which, I took another look at the updated schedule and it's not quite so sparse on things I want to attend, although there do seem to be a few spots where things I'd like to see are double-booked, usually against stomething I want to do.  (The craft swap thing on Sunday morning, for instance, is at the same time as the novel-writing panel.  Boo!)  But I can attend Peter Blau story hour now, and that's good enough for me.  I probably will end up leaving a bit early on Sunday - most of the stuff I want to do then is done by 2 or 3 - which is fine because it'll get me home by dinnertime, as I suspect I'll be missing the boys pretty hard by then anyway.  (And if traffic is super good, maybe a side-trip to IKEA, because IKEA.)

Anyway, the current plan is to arrive on Friday night, around 10pm.  Saturday morning I'll run out and do whatever grocery shopping I need to do for Hamford After Dark (and anyone who wants to accompany me is welcome to do so; maybe we'll find breakfast while we're at it).  I definitely want to attend all the writing workshops, and Peter Blau's story hour, and obviously I'm going to be talking food at Hamford, but beyond that I'm sort of open for panels, so we'll see what grabs me.  Or doesn't.  I'll find a nice brightly-lit spot and cross-stitch the rest of my people.  :)

I'm determined to have a good time - I'm not overly worried about it, except that I had such a good time last year, and I'm worried that this year won't measure up.  Except this is very likely going to be the last fandom event I'll attend for the next few years, since we're going back overseas next summer, so I'd like to at least make sure I don't regret going.
azriona: (cat in a box)
1. It's pickling season - which means I'm spending at least part of each day dealing with all the bounty from Bill's garden, and it's only the beginning of July and the zucchini hasn't hit full stride yet.  (The zucchini will not be pickled; most of it will be shredded and turned into breads and muffins, which can be easily frozen and defrosted and given to new neighbors.)  I have four jars of garlicky cucumber pickles in my fridge (it would be six, but I've already eaten one and given away another; it would be five, but I ran out of pickling spice).  I have two jars of sweet-and-spicy banana peppers in there, too (plus enough peppers for half another jar).  I've processed a bunch of Roma tomatoes, but it's slow going, because only one tomato plant is really producing, and it's being beseiged by caterpillars.  And as we live in a "natural preserve area", or something, we're not allowed to spray with anything good.

I also have a ton of jalepenos, and I just found a suggestion of roasting and freezing them, so I might try that.  Although honestly, I don't use them that often.  Easier to give them away, I think.

2. Charlie is definitely teething.  At least, that's what I'm thinking - he'll be fed, diapered, and recently napped, and he'll be screaming murder and chewing on his fist like he's Jamie Lannister about to lose it*, and nothing will calm him.  Except Tylenol, which turns him into Happy Baby in less than five minutes.  And I cannot for the life of me remember to buy Teething Tablets.  I did manage to buy teething gel (the grocery store was out of tablets), but it has the same effect on Charlie as it did on Andrew, which is to say, none.  I've already purchased a few freezer chew toys, but he doesn't have the grip to hold them, so.... *sigh*

* I tried this joke on Bill.  He did not think it was funny.  I still think it's kind of clever, though, what do you guys think?  Incidentally, we've just started Season 3 and hip hip hooray, the king is dead, bring on the dragons.

3. I have signed up for Camp Nano.  I haven't done this version before, but I am so hopelessly behind on [livejournal.com profile] getyourwordsout that I could really use all the help I can manage to get.  The handy thing is that we can set our own word goal for the month; I'm going with 30K, which I don't think will get me back on track for the year, but will at least get me close, and I did 30K this past month, and that was with Andrew out of school for a full week, and Charlie without a regular nap schedule, so I think it's doable. [livejournal.com profile] indybaggins invited me to her cabin; there's still spaces in there if anyone wants to join.  Apparently we are going to stay up all night and talk about boys/girls and eat lots of candy and possibly go on panty raids/haunting parties to other cabins.

In other news, a fairly insensitive rant about allergies. Don't say you weren't warned. )

5. Just found out that I'm on the Novel-Length Fic panel for Gridlock in August.  Which sort of raises the bar for what I can write this month: "Hello, welcome to the Novel-Length fic panel, here's azriona, who wrote all of ten words last month.  Yay!"

At some point, I should probably see about getting a hotel room.....
azriona: (Sherlock Blue Profiles)
So I posted about Gridlock a few days ago – what happened that weekend.  I didn’t post about the who, which is what I’m going to talk about now.

It was easy to talk about what happened at Gridlock.  After all, that’s just a series of things that happened.  What’s trickier is talking about the people I met, and my reaction to it all.  It’s been a while since I’ve done anything fannish in such a large way – my last con was for HP in 2006 (more on that in a moment), and while I’ve usually run into other fans of various shows (one of my neighbors here is way into Doctor Who, and we’re planning a mini viewing party on Sunday), it’s not often that I know people who are as into a particular fandom as I am.

In which I am very wordy )
azriona: (Sherlock Blue Profiles)
I am trying to write up my experience at Gridlock this past weekend.  I’m finding it difficult to do, because for some reason I start crying every time.  It’s probably trite to blame it all on hormones (though certainly that might be a factor).  I keep trying to step back, and parse it all out (I think that’s the word; I looked it up and that’s essentially what I’m trying to do, though I’m sure there’s a better phrase and equally sure one of you will tell me what it is), and then I have to stop because I’m usually driving and I don’t actually want to run off the road.

So I’m going to try to split the write-up into two, if you don’t mind, because to me, there were two facets to it, and I’m going to talk about those as if they aren’t actually related (though I’m sure they are).

First, here’s the actual con itself.  Please be aware that I am terrible at remembering names, so if you are actually one of the people I’m talking about, please let me know so I can fix that.

The Con Itself )


And that is the story of Gridlock, though not the complete story, because really, that’s just what happened.

Who happened is another story entirely, and as soon as I can write it without crying (which I’m beginning to suspect might be never), I’ll post that too.
azriona: (cat in a box)
and i have to go to sleep really soon because i got less than four hours last night and i barely ate anything until the after con party in the 3-patch suite and i can't even TYPE right now

but the day keeps getting better and better and gridlock was FANTASTIC and everyone is beautiful

and [livejournal.com profile] ghislainem70 made a cover for Dangerous Games

and johix made a cover for Mise en Place that kizzia just found on Tumblr; i didn't even know it EXISTED (I did know about the podfic) and it's SO pretty

and i met so many people that i don't dare list because i will forget someone but i loved meeting every single one of you, you were all so much fun and i could have sat and talked with you all for hours

and the au panel went REALLY well, and when i introduced myself and mentioned mise, people CLAPPED (it was so cool)

(i've never had that before, it was awesome, people coming up to me and saying YOU'RE AZRIONA I LOVE THAT FIC and i was so blown away every time that i didn't hug them but if you said that to me i want to hug you)

([livejournal.com profile] earlgreytea68, i promise i did not intend to get an entire room full of people to help convince you to write me a slayer au.  i don't think it worked anyway.)

and i just remembered someone in the elephant discussion wanted to chat about 3:07 am and i can't remember who so if you're reading this please drop me a line because you said such a lovely sweet thing to me about it but we were in a panel and had to shush

and i saw the private life of sherlock homes and it was SO flipping funny and we mst3k'ed the whole thing

(and the world needs more fic of john in a kilt)

(and possibly fighting the loch ness monster)

(with midgets)

(gatiss has excellent taste in movies)

and look!  221beemine took a sexy shot of my knee.  with half-finished cross-stitch people.  (And here's the bag of people.)

and next year there needs to be peter blau story hour because i could listen to him for HOURS

and kizzia told jaradel to give me a hug and she did

and i watched terrible things being done to a watermelon in the name of SCIENCE (and alcohol)

and i fed lots of people pie and bread and brownies and fudge and cookies and chicken (not in that order)

and i think i really need to go to bed now because i don't think i've been awake this long since college (i woke up at 5am and it's just after 2am now.  OMG I SHOULD WRITE PORN.  OR MAYBE A COMPARATIVE ESSAY ON THE SOCIAL RAMIFICATIONS OF VARIOUS ECONOMIC THEORIES IN THE POST COMMUNIST SOCIETY IN BELARUS.  WHICH IS LIKE PORN, IF YOU'RE AN ECONOMIST.)

(i mean, i couldn't write that when i'm rested, but i bet it'd be BRILLIANT if i wrote it right now.)

(also, there are lemons ALL OVER this hotel.  john finnemore would be proud.)
azriona: (cat in a box)
So the very exciting news over here (which, in typical me fashion, I am trying not to be overly excited about) is that the editor for the anthology liked the story, so it's in.  I am told it'll be available before Christmas via Amazon, and I'll post updates (and a link, natch) once I have them.

The only trouble is (and this is very minor trouble) that I have to submit a 2-3 sentence bio of me, and I completely hate writing bios because they always sound endlessly stupid. Sharon lives in Virginia with her husband, son, and cat.  She plans to make zucchini cookies later today.

So there's that.  Which is still pretty cool, and I keep thinking I ought to be dancing on the rooftops right now...but.  I have lived too long with the "don't believe anything until you have tickets in hand" theory, and while I'm not entirely sure what would count as tickets in this situation, I don't feel as though I have them yet.  (I do have an email contract, though.  I don't have a publish date, and perhaps that would count as the ticket?)

(Sharon lives in Virginia with her husband, son, and cat, unless there's a hurricane and she gets evacuated.  Again.  But at least this time she can take the cat.)

*

In other news, I've been working like mad on the Alphaverse story.  It's Omegaverse, except all the roles are reversed: Alphas are the oppressed gender, and it's a total dystopia, which is a great deal of fun to write.  And I'm about 56K in, and I kind of want there to be a revolution/insurrection/general unrest in the background, and I just realized that I have not done a lick of research into that sort of thing.

(Sharon currently lives in Virginia with her husband, son, and cat.  Her favorite grocery store was burned down during the Kyrgyz revolution in 2005, and she had just found a really neat store with some gorgeous pottery when she and her son had to flee Cairo during the Arab Summer.  She left behind the pottery. The cat joined her 10 days later.)

So now I have to research revolutions and figure out how one would overthrow an entire cultural system that is oppressive toward a segment of society.  I don't think I have to scrap the first 50K (thank goodness, because I really like a lot of it), but I might have to modify it a little.

Me: Hey!  Fanfic problem, want to solve it?
Bill: Sure.   Hit me.
Me: I need to start a revolution.
Bill: YOU HAVE COME TO THE RIGHT MAN.
Me: I did marry you for a reason.

(Useful Husband is Useful, what can I say?)

(Sharon lives in Virginia with her husband, son, and cat.  Her husband is useful in any number of really scary ways.  Also, he's tall and can reach the stuff on the high shelves.)

*

Lastly: so here's what I've been working on for Gridlock - I'm planning on giving these out during the con, because Girl Scout habits die hard.



The idea is that I'll cut them apart and fashion them into either pins or magnets (I lean toward magnets, but I suspect people would rather have pins).  The unfinished one above Lestrade is going to be another set of John Watsons in his black jacket, and I still have to add the gold accents to the door to 221B.  I also want to make at least a couple more doors, because they are awesome.

Anyway, I think they're cute.  (Molly especially, I really like how she turned out.  And Mary's scarf, which you can't really see in the picture.)

(Sharon lives in Virginia with her husband, son, and cat.  She likes to create cross-stitch figures of BBC characters.  We all have our idiosyncrasies.)
azriona: (cat in a box)
Somehow, I forgot today was Wednesday.  I don't know how I forgot today was Wednesday, because I was aware of Wednesday-ish things happening - Andrew's water day at preschool, followed by his OT this afternoon - and yet I still never clued in to today being Wednesday, and the upshot is that I finally uploaded the prologue and first chapter to the Heart 'Verse prequel about an hour ago.

It's not like anyone's going to read it, of course - it might as well be original fiction, for all that the Sherlock characters appear in it.  Mycroft for about two minutes at the end, and Sherlock for half a page, and everyone else is essentially original.  (Well...I suppose we've seen Sherlock's parents in the show now, but I envisioned this story long before S3 aired, when we had no idea that was going to happen, and I'd already written Aurora Holmes, if not Sherrinford, so I'm not feeling particularly beholden to canon at this point.  Not in the Heart 'Verse, anyway.)

Anyway, story's up, and so continues my effort to cause the Sherlock fandom as much heartache and emotional pain as humanly possible.  Theoretically the last chapter and epilogue will go up the week of Gridlock, and as long as those three people who read the story don't also attend, I might make it out alive.  :)

(This might sound like a bid for readers: it's not, really.  Mostly, I just like the story and therefore I like talking about it, and Omegaverse is too weird to have anywhere but fanfic so it's not like it'll go anywhere else.  Besides, it's such a classic love story that it borders on unoriginal, but I had fun writing it anyway.)

In writerly news: )

Edited to add: I just booked the hotel for Gridlock - it looks like the convention block is sold out, but today's the last day to get the $85/night rate for Friday night, so I went ahead and grabbed it.  Non-refundable, though, which is a bit worrying, but Bill's theory is that spending $200 is an excellent way to ensure the adoption agency calls us with a baby before then.

(Well, he does have a point.  I bought a really nice dress at Nordstroms about a month before we got Andrew, and it took me about three years before I had an opportunity to wear it!)

Anyway, I purposely got the room with the double beds (instead of the king-size bed) because I figure if someone needs a place to crash and they do not seem terribly sketchy I can offer them the second bed.  Also, I'm not sure what I would do with myself, all alone in a king-size bed.  (Other than pretend fictional characters are occupying the other side?)
azriona: (cat in a box)
I have been having a fairly productive couple of hours; I tried making home-made croutons for Bill with the homemade bread I baked on Saturday, and only burned a couple of them (which should come as no surprise to anyone; I frequently burn toast), and I made cupcakes for tomorrow, because I'm taking a cupcake decorating class at the local Michael's and we have to provide half a dozen unfrosted cupcakes.  (I now have 15.  I might bring them all in, because they've all got to be frosted anyway.)

If I really wanted to be productive, I'd go out to the garden and try to weed around the tomato plant, which has started giving me some reddish fruit, but still has far more green tomatoes than any other color.  And apart from the initial three porn-sized zucchini, the zucchini plant hasn't given me much of anything.

(But oh, those banana pepper pickles.  Yum.  And the plant is starting to produce again, too.)

I've switched from stitching on the unending baby announcements, and have started work again on the little Sherlock Holmes characters.  I'm trying to mass-produce them - stitching two at a time, instead of just one, and that seems to be going well.  I've got two John Watsons, two Sherlock Holmeses, two Mycrofts (who are unfinished because I'm having trouble choosing a hair color I like), one door to 221B, and I'm working on two Greg Lestrades now.  I've also sketched out a Mrs Hudson and Mary Morstan, and I've got Molly Hooper waiting in the wings.  I think that's probably enough - it'd be fun to do Sally and Moriarty and Magnussson, but I think I'm already biting off more than I can chew.

Speaking of which, have been reading all the Dashcon wankage online, and I think I'm done reading now.  My general impression is that the organizers were young and inexperienced and were in far, far over their heads, and mostly I just feel badly for them.  (Because, as I read somewhere - I think on emmagrant's journal - you can't make good decisions when you're stressed and sleep-deprived.)

I'm not worried about what this means for Gridlock, though.  Different organizers, with different goals.  Dashcon claimed to have attendees in the thousands; Gridlock says it'll be around 150.  Dashcon was going to be all things to all fandoms; Gridlock is Sherlock Holmes, end of story.  I see more and more people saying they're going, and some of them are even people I've chatted with online (and one is someone I've met in person) so I'm starting to look forward to the fun.

(Also, I have bribed/persuaded two people to apply for panel presentations.  Part of this was me agreeing to apply for a panel presentation - the AU/Crossover one, for which I suppose I have some authority), but even if I'm not picked to be on the panel, I'm looking forward to sitting in the audience.  I might heckle whoever's leading it, especially if it's the person I bribed with brownies to apply.  Unless she throws something at me.  She probably will.  I should practice ducking.)

(It occurs that I do not own anything Sherlocky to wear.  Well...actually...I have a red coat.  If I can find a pink scarf, I bet I could pull off Mary.  I did bribe someone with brownies, so I kind of have to deliver, and Mary does like to bake, according to Sherlock's deductions.  My hair's not the right color, though.  Then, it'd be super hot for DC in August, so maybe not.)

(Can I just wear my new Ravenclaw shirt?  It's been so long since I've attended a convention, I can't remember the rules anymore.)
azriona: (Lumos 2006)
Day 1: Discuss how you got into Harry Potter:
02. Your favorite book. - Tie: PoA/DH
03. What house would you be in? - Ravenclaw
04. Your favorite movie - PoA


05. Wizard Rock: discuss

I don't listen to it. I saw a few of the Wrock bands play at the conventions I went to (yes, I went to conventions, shut up), and I enjoyed them, but I was equally amused by the Wrock groupies. The lyrics were clever, I liked that it was original music, but I don't exactly pop in a CD and listen to it just because. (And not all Wrock bands were created equal. One band, Harry and the Potters, was excellent. One, named after another popular character who will go unnamed, was just wretched. He played for us during one of the actual conventiony things, and it was so wretched, that when Bill called during the performance, I thanked him for interrupting, because until my phone rang, I couldn't think of a way to gracefully sneak out.)

*

Andrew slept like crap last night. He fought going to sleep again, and I'm beginning to wonder if he's protesting a bedtime bottle. I suppose it'd make sense: the rest of the day, he gets a bottle shortly after waking up, so maybe he's taking the bottle as a sign of "Wake Up!" and then to be put down for the night immediately after one might be confusing. So tonight, I'll try skipping the bedtime bottle. (Heck, I'm willing to try anything at this point.)

But the really confusing thing is that when he finally does go down, he's out like a light for about four hours: and then the issues start. Recently, it's that he's...well, it's not moaning, except it's the baby equivalent, where he's snuffing and whimpering and making all sorts of very "poor-little-me" noises, and he's doing them all without waking up. I checked on him several times during the night, and sure enough: his eyes were tight closed and he didn't react to me entering or even popping his pacifier back in. He was whimpering in his sleep! And he wouldn't stop! For six hours, this went on. I had to turn off the monitor, because I couldn't sleep through it, partially because it was breaking my heart, partially because it was just so noisy! I think last night the longest I slept continuously was two hours, give or take five minutes. I may end up falling asleep during the movie today.

It's enough that I almost want to start swaddling him again. Except that this didn't begin with the unswaddling, so I don't think it's related. I think this is the teething again - although even a dose of Tylenol at midnight isn't helping to quell the whimpers. I noticed yesterday that he's got a third tooth coming in. Poor baby.

Dear Andrew's Teeth:

Move faster, please. And in the daytime. Thank you,

No love,

Andrew's Mommy
azriona: (Default)
In an effort to put all of this Buffy-watching to good use, I have made a deal with myself: for every episode I watch without Bill, I shall do ten sit-ups during the opening credits.

So I did 20 sit-ups on Sunday, and 20 sit-ups on Monday, and now I can't even sit up any longer because my stomach muscles are in paaaaaaiiiiiiinnnnnn.

(Well, at least I know I'm working the right muscles.)

Bill's theory is that I tried too many sit-ups to start with and should back down to five per episode for the next week or so (and at an average of two a day, that's probably not a bad idea for at least the rest of the week).

[Poll #663630]

(Trust me - for those intending to go, it's in your best interest to let me know. Mwahahahaha.)
azriona: (Default)
The PeterPaper has been posted on my website. You can read it here. Thanks to one of the authors I used, who gave me the proverbial kick in the pants to remind me to actually post the damn thing.

It's up, but it's so long that it will take your browser a minute or so to load. At least, it takes my browser a minute or so to load, but we're talking about K here.

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In other news, I'd like to introduce the world to the Greatest Diet Known to Man. You can eat anything you want, don't have to skimp on carbs or chocolate, and you loose weight like crazy.

It's called "Let's All Move to K". You can eat anything, and it leaves your system in under 10 hours. There's not time for your body to actually absorb the calories! It's not terribly pleasant on the way out, but who cares? I've lost three inches around my waist in 2 weeks. I'm telling you, folks, it's a great deal.

Hehe...I have penguins as my mood icon now...Yay, penguins!!!
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First, I shall say that the Harry Potter conference was the most amazing experience ever. I want to go again, preferably tomorrow. As that isn't exactly an option, I'll have to wait around for my next chance.

However, as much as I'd like to go through a blow-by-blow account of the weekend, I am at Berlitz learning Russian. See, as I'm a day-long student today and tomorrow, I get one hour of private study time on the computer.

Which, of course, I'm using to check my email and update my LJ.

Seriously, though, I'm going to talk about what I did in Russian today, so it really does work out.

All roads lead to Harry Potter, even in Russian )
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Ouch. It's done. I've just started the database of all the Peterauthors who participated in the Peterpaper [livejournal.com profile] webbapettigrew and I wrote. My back is absolutely killing me, and I don't even want to think about how long it took.

[livejournal.com profile] ani_bester, [livejournal.com profile] darkwitch666, [livejournal.com profile] aerynalexander, [livejournal.com profile] ashfae, and anyone else who's watching this journal who should be on that database - you've got emails winging their way to you with the appropriate links. Let me know if something's funky with yours.

I did have a nice break in the middle, though, and met [livejournal.com profile] wolf_cat for dinner as she was on her way back from San Diego. Yay! Another LJ friend met, with at least one more to go.

Silly back - it thought that going out for dinner meant it was done for the night. Ouch.

Argh!

May. 13th, 2004 09:21 pm
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I am so annoyed I could spit. (Hmm, I seem to be that annoyed lately.) I spent about an hour and a half typing up the bibliography for the Peterpaper, and then the computer ate it.

Argh.

So now I need to type it up again. Double argh. And it's 9:30 at night, and it's due on Saturday, and I'm tired, and I haven't done my Russian homework. Again!

Damn Russian homework.

On the bright side, I had dinner at the Thai Room tonight. Mmm, beef with spicy green beans. And Bill spoke Thai to the waiter, so we ended up getting extra spicy. Mmmmmm.

I spent part of today leaving little notes around the Costume Shop for my replacement to find next year. I am highly amused by myself ... hehe! Now, if only Noel and I can manage to get away tomorrow and thus get ourselves out of Joe's hair...
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I'M DONE, I'M DONE, I'M DONE! The Peterpaper is finished! That is, my part is. That is, I finished writing the darn thing about ten minutes ago. Hurrah! And it's 10 pages, PLUS endnotes. Lots of endnotes ... *giggles madly*.

Now I just need [livejournal.com profile] webbapettigrew to get online, so I can share my wonderful good news. Plus, do I let it sit for a bit, and reread to make my own corrections, or do I send on to her?

Whatever! It's done! Monkey, get thee off of mine back!!!

Except ... now I sort of have to clean the apartment, which looks like Hurricane Isabel returned, centered solely in my living room. Bah.

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EDIT: There are a bunch of new Harry Potter PoA Legos on amazon.com. They are now all on my WishList. Yay me ...

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