Clarisse Mc'Clellan's Daughter

Oh wow. My ideal life ten years from now... well. It definitely contains an apartment in this city -- not a huge one, not a swanky one, just a nicer one with two bedrooms at most and preferably a little balcony/patio thingie that's got room enough for a mid-sized container garden. Someplace where my bedroom's not in the middle of my living room, you know? Being either within walking distance of work or, if that's not possible, walking distance of a bus line would be lovely, as would not ending up in the suburbs, yurgh! And cats, please. There absolutely must be a kitty or two in this setup; a couple FIV positive, raggedy-eared former strays who're the biggest loves in the world but who everybody else overlooked because they had black fur and one eye gone, or a missing leg, or just the FIV thing on it's own. I'd love to be known, in ten years time, as that friendly, slightly quirky but in a nice way lady that all the neighbors like. I'd love to be working somewhere that pays the bills but doesn't make me feel like a sell-out, somewhere meaningful, where my journalism skills are usable but where the newspapery aspect might not be the main focus of things. Some little nonproffit, maybe, some community organization that's really doing good on the ground, regardless of how small the improvements to conditions/situations are. Talking with people as part of my job, telling stories from the field and really seeing them lead to something positive, or if nothing else just get the word about X issue out there, positive or negative, in a human voice - that's what I want. And then at the end of the day I'd have somewhere to come home to and not be bothered by anyone if I didn't want to be; I'd have options if I *did* want to do something of an evening/night, but I'd have a place to recharge if that's what I felt like doing. If I wanted to, I could just as easily spend a night in with RP, assorted fandom and my kitties as I could go out somewhere and meet a friend. and I'd have friends to meet, coworkers or people from elsewhere, probably a mix of coworkers and cat rescue folks and SCA folks and who knows who else. I wouldn't be just that blind girl, or that queer girl, or that geek, or that bitch who never shuts up; I'd actually be someone who people would want to hang around. I'd probably know a crowd of other geeks, and we could all squee over fandom together, and talk politics at each other, and make references that nobody else in the coffee house gets. There might be a significant... whoever in the mix too, some delicate little elegant somebody with an accent to make a body's toes curl and enough of the femininity I lack to be fairly easily classified a greenrider to my blue. Yes, my ideal's a woman. Maybe we'd be living together, but somehow I don't see that; spending the odd night over at each other's place sounds more the thing, and neither of us would wake up feeling dirty in anything more than the most mundane sense in the mornings. She'd want me around. Enough to be with me, even, long-term. Sort of casual yes, probably, but long-term. Enough to meet my folks, and win them over to a few things (not least of which is the idea that someday one of their sons-in-law might just be a daughter-in-law), and go to family Christmases with me, and not get the curious kind of scandalized looks from anybody, Reetzes and Scheels or Forsythes, even when I introduce her as "This is Elaine. Or Kim. Or... whoever." The important things.

and NO KIDS, ta very much. I'll leave that to the other two girls. The mother-type I am *so* not. I'll just be the auntie that all the nieces and nephews and second cousins think is cool; my generation's version of my aunt Laurie. I'll give the kids back at the end of the day, thanks.

Oh, and everybody would know me as Charlie. They'd know my proper name, but everybody that mattered outside family would pretty much use the nickname. That'd actually be really nice.

Good God and assorted holy cousins. I'm Luna Lovegood, aren't i? Either that or I'm just a really bloody sad case with more romantic issues than I realized. Maybe both. and... this turned into a surprisingly long and rambling answer. Whoops.

*scarlet-faced Charlie scarpers*

The land of the living? I'm not sure that fits, seeing as Mirror Lake was plenty alive when I was there--alive as in active, not alive as in a body of sentient water, although that would've been pretty darn amazing in itself. Ooooh. Don't even start, brain. Well. Start, but not just yet. I've got an entry to write. :)

Anyhow. this's just to let people know that yes, the Mirror Lake trip happened, it was pretty flipping amazing - 37 geocaches in three days! Tent camping! Bookworming it while getting some rare sun time in... er, well. I wasn't so thrilled about the getting a tan part of things at the start, but it wasn't all that terribly bad, really. Half a dozen Tesla references/invocations, expected and otherwise, coming out of nowhere!* Ahem. I'll stop with the exclamation pointy list, now. :)

Anyway. There was a wonderful camping trip in the offing, and there was mother and daughter tooling around Wisconsin Dells and surrounding areas in search of many, many geocaches, and there was much hanging out in an air conditioned house by a certain fluffy dog; he stayed home with Dad and Jolie, since there wasn't much room in the tent for his fuzzy butt. As a side note: Bosco reacted to Scooter and Lily, Allie's kitties, about the same way he's reacted to every other kitty he's ever met. He sniffed them every so often, they walked away, he went back to whatever he'd been doing. Good labbydog.** Then there was coming back to Waupun, which meant great loads of post-camping trip laundry, fun fun fun. It also meant strawberry picking, which made me all warm and fuzzy as I'd missed strawberry season for various reasons for the last couple years. Mmm, strawberries. I need to find a 'pick your own rhubarb' place now.

and now I'm back here, still job hunting, still apartment hunting, but fairly happy all the same. My basil plant is down a couple sprigs, as after the scheduling meeting last night I caught a lift with Rachel, and so had the opportunity to give her her share. She ended up taking some catnip home as well, as her other half has three kitties. they must have *loved* her when she came home last night, between smelling like bosco and the catnip she was carrying. I wonder what Gilly thought of it all... anyhow.***

Feeling rather icky, must go shower. then must take the trash out. Then... apartment-searchy things again. whee!

*The more I hear about Tesla, the more warm fuzzies random references are starting to give me. I totally blame most of this on the bar; between Ray and the bright version of Tesla in the game (and the dark one too, though for different reasons), I'm curious now. You can bet I did a doubletake when a Six Flags advert came on the radio and the first words I heard were someone identifying himself as Tesla broadcasting from 1886! In a rather bad accent, at that. As for the expected reference... that deserves it's own post. It'll get one, too.
**Allie had air conditioner issues, so dropped her cats round at my parents' place while someone was in repairing things. Lily's an orange fuzzy who looks almost exactly like Ginger from Touched By a Paw, Scooter's a grey tabby. Much, much relatively shy cuteness. Dad had a zoo to deal with that day, and I was jealous, Mirror Lake trip or no. :)
***Gilly=Rachel's small fluffy black dog. He's about the size of Bosco's head, but he's much more the alpha than the mellow yellow's ever been.

And off to Mirror Lake, by way of Waupun, I go! Plans for the camping trip proceed apace, except for one thing. Katie called me on--was it Friday? I want to say it was, to tell me that she'd seriously messed up her back trying to lift something and likely wouldn't be able to come along with us after all. Needless to say, we were all bummed. *hugs her* Katie, if you're reading this, here's hoping you heal up in a hurry, and with as little pain between now and then as possible.

Anyhow, it's still Mom and I going camping, and she should be walking in the door... *checks clock* any time now. Almost as soon as she does, we're off again, and tomorrow it's Mirror Lake ahoy. Anyone I've got RP going with, or anyone at all who might need anything out of me for a few days, I'm going to be out of contact and very much out of computer range until some point on Wednesday. Just sayin'.

This week's looking very, very good already. Camping, geocaching, a possible new Her Turner who seems really quite cool - I've just come from the station, actually, being home for strawberry picking, *and* the solstice... yeah, good stuff all round. :) Happy solstice to anyone celebrating it, by the way. Off to make sure I haven't missed anything cleaning/packing-wise before Mom turns up.

This was mildly surprising, but not terrible, really. My views on Annals of the Western Shore aside, I'm okay with this one. :)

Your result for Which fantasy writer are you?...

Ursula K Le Guin (b. 1929)

23 High-Brow, -11 Violent, -11 Experimental and 5 Cynical!

Now that I've rambled on about fictional things, you guys get the RL-type update. Life continues to go well over here, though I still can't seem to find a kitty-friendly apartment in this city grrr! Still looking, of course. My window garden's growing like it's half a dozen pots full of weeds rather than herbs, with the possible exception of the Puerto Rican oregano... uh-oh. Not sure exactly what to do there. It's not like it hasn't been taken care of. *puzzles a bit* I also wish my lavender would hurry up and flower already. It smells amazing, but there aren't any flowers about. Hopefully soon. Anyhow, I'm juuuust about to have basil coming out my ears, so there will definitely be pesto in the near future in this house. There will also be sharing of said basil with Susan and Rachel, as I offered and they accepted. I doubt I'll be using the lot on my own, so yeah. *shares*

that's probably enough garden-y rambling from my end, hm? :) Let's see. Today in particular... electric bill paid, possible new Her turn collective member called and invited to Sunday's show, further plans for the Mirror Lake trip next week made... Oh yeah. If folks need me for whatever reason during the earlier half of next week, they're going to be rather out of luck. Mom, Katie and I are taking a trip to Mirror Lake State Park over the solstice. In a word: :D! We've had tentative plans in the works for this for a couple months, and things are finally coming together. There will be geocaching, and there will be general camping-type fun, and there will be seeing of the best friend for the second time within a year yay! considering the last time I saw her before a few weeks ago was my graduation, and the fact that even though Madison and Whitewater aren't all that far apart it's quite the distance when neither of us drive, that's a totally sensible thing to squee about. It'll be one darn amazing way to spend Midsummer, I'll say that much right now. :)

*ponders* Oh yeah! the one thing I didn't do yet tonight: Dinner! Duh, Charlie. Must go remedy that. *scarpers*

Long subject line, but oh well. It's all relevant. anyhow, what not to do when both those things--or probably either of those things, really--are true.

Don't read angsty post-war Tab/Shifty fic, or... angsty post-war Tab/anyone fic, probably. Good lord, I haven't got the link, but reading 'Letters from Kokomo' about knocked me over. I'm not so much with the Tab/Shifty, but the imagery... jeez. All I could think of after reading Tab's last letter to Shifty in that fic was the line at the end of "Points" that ran something like 'Everybody lost touch with Floyd Talbert' until shortly before he died. Good lord, that combination made me cry! I actually went "Awww Tab, sweetheart," just before I shut that browser window. This is why I don't generally like thinking about any of Easy post-war. Trying to reconcile Talbert the lovable scamp with charm enough for miles even with the fictionalized account of him dropping out of sight... good gods, that's rough. And to think that in some way or another, that really was something RL!Tab did... yeah, thanks for making me cry, fic. Ow.

Needless to say, and only slightly off topic, if that'd been a Roe fic I wouldn't have been much use at all to anyone for a little while there. that's horrible of me to say, looking at the rest of this entry, but it's still true.

On the (sort of?) plus side, I've had a plotbunny... or maybe it's a plot demon bunny, not sure... hit me on the head thanks to that story and a few others. It, combined with the aforementioned fic, the skipping meds for a day the better to not run entirely out days before I can get a refill, and the PMSing... yeah, the whole lot made me cry again. In the words of... who was that again? "Way to go, Smithy!" Anyhow. There may be fic of my own in future. It'll be Tab/Smithy because dang, that pairing's gotten more and more intriguing lately, possibly angsty in places, also possibly post-war in places even though I said I don't generally go there, and rather more... adult than is my usual. Gasp. :) Now to get into the right headspace -- and find the courage! to actually write the thing.

Definitely a plot demon bunny, yeah. *shuts up now I've gotten all this written down, finally*

But that doesn't make it any less significant.

Wow. 65 years ago today... just wow. The significance is far from lost on me, to be sure. I even had a dream last night that incorporated Normandy in 1944, though that might speak to just how thoroughly this new fandom of mine has it's claws in me over anything else. And yes, folken, I've just done the obvious thing. Check my current music for info.

On a less serious (and definitely less momentous) note, it's also five years ago today that I posted in this journal for the first time. That pales in comparison with history and how, but I figured I'd still say something. Five years of the chanter_greenie LJ is fairly amazing to me in itself, if for very, very different reasons than the other anniversary today is amazing. Here's to five more, and many beyond that. And Zafirah? If by any chance you're still reading this, thanks for putting the bug in my ear that started this whole predictably wordy thing. I owe you one, Zafi. I also miss you.

I frakking hate bees.

Folks who know me RL are probably plenty aware by now that those things *scare* me, and how. Most of it stems from the fact that a comparatively large flying insect circling your head when you can't see is really rather nervous-making. I'm never sure if the buzzing thing divebombing me is a fly, a bee, a wasp, or what, and when said buzzing thing could potentially have a stinger... yeah. Scary stuff. Give me snakes and spiders and feral cats, but keep the bees to yourself!

Anyhow. This post does have a point. I was leaving my apartment this afternoon, going to get a tea from the place in the next road, and I stopped to let Bosco use the lawn-type facilities before getting under way. So I'm standing there, waiting for the fuzzball to finish what he has to, and all of a sudden I feel something on the back of my left hand. I figure it's either a strand of my hair or a piece of string -- random threads happen, and for those who haven't met me RL, my hair is both extremely thick and very, very long. So I go to brush whatever it is off.

Bad flipping idea, charlie.

Needless to say, that random thread/hair/whatever proceeds to sting me in the back of the hand. A half-second later I realize what this means. Cue me dropping the dog's leash and yelping 'Ah! Bloody hell!' very loudly. I'm seriously glad that Bosco was too interested in sniffing the grass right then to think about going anywhere. Good labbydog. :) I just hope my neighbors weren't too put off by hearing some random girl from up the block cursing in British English. There was totally muttering after that, because frakking ow, but at a much lower volume. A few seconds later someone passed me by, and when I apologized for my language to him he said, 'Oh. I didn't hear it.' Good sign, I think. We grumbled about bees together for a minute, and then he left.

Anyway. I wound up having that tea in the cafe in the next road instead of bringing it home with me. I was *not* taking any chances there; walking around with a sugary-ish drink, with or without a lid on, is just asking for an insect flyby, and I refused to run the risk of lifting my cup while walking home and drinking a bee instead of some chai. Shudder. And I swear that was a wasp or a hornet that got me, because the blasted thing still smarts even now. Stupid bees...

Right, that's my piece said. On a totally unrelated and much happier note, congrats to ceitfianna on gradschool admission! :D If you ever feel like heading to Wisconsin from Michigan for a day or two, you can totally crash on my couch if your travels take you Madison-wards.

I... have no idea where this came from, actually. For whatever reason, my Tracy-muse decided to drop an idea in my lap tonight, and she wouldn't leave me alone once she'd sparked what she'd intended to. this is the result of about... *checks clock* maybe half an hour of intent scribbling. Make of it what you will. :)

Title: Colors In Cloth
Author: Chanter
Series: original, 1992 universe
Characters/pairings: butterfly and Tracy
Rating: PG for mild cursing
Summary: It's amazing where needing to cover your windows can lead.
689 words

( Colors In Cloth )

My kid sister is officially a high school graduate as of yesterday.

I know she's very likely not reading this, but oh well. I said it to her over the phone, I can say it via LJ too. :) Congratulations anyway, Jo. Yes, I know you hate that nickname. Old habits and snark die hard. XD

And Jolie? If you are reading this, and it's before the next time I get home, you're getting a graduation present from me. That's all I'll say. *snickers* I promise not to bring you anything alive or at least, nothing that's a member of the animal kingdom. Plants, on the other hand...

I was just looking at Touched By a Paw's website, because I miss all the kitties -- and one kitty in particular, of course.

Somebody else took Daisy home. Her name's not there.

I knew somebody else wanted her, but I was hoping horribly selfishly that either I'd find a place and get an application in first or that she'd lose interest or figure out it wouldn't work or... something. Son of a bitch. I've been working on this for a bloody sharding year and a half! God, I'm going to miss that pretty little tripod girl. I'm so sorry, torbie lady. I didn't try hard enough. I know the last time I saw you, you were your usual purry self and flopped in my lap to cuddle almost as soon as I sat down, and you chirped at me in that adorable voice -- it was never a proper meow with you, always this royal little chirp that made you sound like an aristocrat. You'd totally have quirked your little claw while drinking tea, if cats drank out of cups. You didn't even care when I cried into your fur; I guess some things are worth a messed up hairdo, huh? But then you jumped out of my lap five seconds before I stood up to leave, and when I tried looking for you, you were making yourself scarce. I don't know if you knew I had to leave and didn't want to deal with goodbyes, or what, but I hope you still love me? I didn't want to walk out; Dad would've been furious if I'd stayed any longer than I did, and Katie couldn't get her scooter through the doorway, so I couldn't just leave her sitting there on the sidewalk. I know your new human's going to give you tons of love and a great life, or else Jana wouldn't have given you to her, but I'm still going to miss you lots and lots. I've been trying to find a place that wouldn't mind a regal little lap cat, but either I'm not trying hard enough or this city just sucks for apartments and kitties, because I can't find a damn thing. Even my family's against the idea, which doesn't help, but good God, I wanted to bring you home. I'm sorry, Daisy-girl. Don't forget me, okay? I love you, torbie girl.

God, I'm crying like a baby. I'm such a loser. I mean, give me a break. I'm crying over a cat that wasn't even mine. Everybody else in my family would laugh or tell me to shut up; my father *did* just laugh when I called him, and then he told me to turn it off (meaning turn off the tears). My God, this sucks. There goes my whole damn day.

Edited to add: I've just called Jana, just to make sure I had things right. Daisy's got a forever home, and it's with one of the other volunteers and I know her! Rebecca is a sweetheart, and she lives right in Whitewater, so there'll be updates on how Daisy-girl is doing. From what Jana said, Daisy's happy as a clam, looking out windows and following Rebecca around, sleeping in her human's bed at night and talking up a storm in that cute little Queen Elizabeth voice of hers. And purring up a second storm and being a cuddle bug, I've no doubt whatsoever. Jana said she'd pass my e-mail on to Rebecca, and that she'd very probably send me pictures and info and everything and get this: When I'm in Whitewater next, I could get to see her! Daisy that is, if Rebecca's around. Apparently, Rebecca even mentioned me. She said, "I know Carlie wanted her, but--" so did she, quietly, and I don't begrudge Daisy a loving home. Not at all. I just miss her even more, now that I know there isn't any chance of her being my kitty. She's my friend's kitty, at least? I won't lose touch with her, and I'll get updates and get to see her now and then. This helps, it really does. I still miss her like crazy, though.

Yes, yes, I owe somebody somewhere--not least of all myself--a detailed post or two. That's on the way, I swear. For the moment, however, and totally thanks to Gen... :)

Comment to this post and I will give you 5 subjects/things I associate you with. Then post this in your LJ and elaborate on the subjects given.

Frankly, I'm quite curious to see what folks come up with here. I immediately go 'Ooooh, I wonder what people actually associate me with?' every time I see one of these things. Color me a sucker for punishment, detail or both. I'm not even sure which is more true. Heh.

On an utterly unrelated note, I was plagued with nightmares all last night. Thank you, subconscious. I did *not* need that horrible recurring dream of being one class from graduation and failing/borderline failing/in some variety of limbo as to whether or not graduating will actually be happening come the end of May. Grrr. Working my kid sister's high school status into things was a particularly nice (and by that I mean bloody awful) touch. She's graduating in under a week, for info. If that wasn't bad enough, springing a dream involving my mother and that same kid sister having a car crash and very narrowly escaping plunging through ice into a Midwestern river in the dead of winter? Thanks a *lot*, brain. I'd just gotten over the graduation fail scenario and back to sleep. At least you had the decency to reveal that both dream!family members were okay besides a couple bruises before you ended the thing. Still. *mumbles* Frak off. Jeez.

Er, anyway. You guys probably didn't need or want to hear all that. I'm... going to make tea, I think. That, and to find out what the heck somebody stuck under my door/in my doorframe at some point last night. I suspect it's from a local church again, but you never know. I hope I haven't done anything wrong. then again, if I had, the landlady would very likely have called me; Sarah's cool like that. Hm. Note to self: Get scanner back.

There'll be real content once I'm back in Madison. Trust me, there will totally be content; I've finally seen AU!Star Trek, so there's definitely chattering ahead. For now, however...

Name your 15 absolutely favorite couples (het/slash/canon/fanon) and ask people to see what trends they notice about your couples. Try to pick different fandoms.

1. Geordi La Forge/Leah Brahms, Star Trek TNG
2. Four/Sarah Jane Smith, Doctor Who
3. Ben Sisko/Eris, Star Trek DS9
4. Luka Kovac/Carol Hathaway, ER
5. Matt Parkman/Mohinder Suresh, Heroes
6. Chakotay/B'Elana Torres, Star Trek Voyager
7. Nyota Uhura/Hikaru Sulu,Star Trek
8. Kerry Weaver/Sandy Lopez, ER
9. Thursday Next/Landen ParkeLaine, the Thursday Next series
10. Sherlock Holmes/Irene Adler, the Sherlock Holmes series/A Scandal In Bohemia
11. Remus Lupin/Sirius Black, the Harry Potter series
12. Henry Blake/Radar O'Riley, M*A*S*H
13. Jeffrey Sinclair/Talia Winters, Babylon 5
14. Susan Ivanova/Talia Winters, Babylon 5
15. Nita Callahan/Kit Rodriguez, the Young Wizards series

The only trend I can readily spot here is a rather obvious one; why yes, I'm a Star Trek fan, why do you ask? XD

Now to make sure everything's sorted and packed, and then get my behind back to Madison.

As if I didn't already have a headful of this particular fandom thanks to going fic-and-post sniffing over the past week or so. I get to Waupun today, walk into the living room after we've all had dinner, and what do I hear from the television?

Oh hullo, Band of Brothers. Oh specifically hullo, Breaking Point. ... Oh, lordy.

( Charlie's raw reactions ahoy. Herein lie both major rambling and spoilers from The Breaking Point to the end of the series. You have been warned. )

Uh. Anyhow. that's me all rambled out. I think I *will* have a go at finishing that OOMery now. If anyone read through all that lot, I apologize for all the babbling. Disjointed it was, and how. And I call myself a writerly type. Snicker.

I thiiiink I officially have a new fandom. ahem. Yay? :) Poor flist, stuck listening to me go on. Sorry, folken.

Why yes, I have a new batch of creatures in addition to the dragcave eggs I still pick up every so often. Why yes, as a result, I'm click-seeking again! Sorry, folken. :)








I promise a real update either today or tomorrow -- you guuuuys! I saw Katie and Daisy! :D :D :D Anyhow. Off I go again.

Oh right, before I do. I finally, *finally* found a song I've been looking for for literally years. I heard it on a dance radio station in Phoenix while visiting my grandmother in January of 2003, loved it, and then couldn't find it anywhere in Wisconsin. I could remember the lyrics and melody, but had no idea who the artist was! thank goodness for last.fm and it's search function. bingo! My current music says it all. :)

Edited to add: Oops! Serves me right for not looking before I cut and paste. All the links should be there now.

This... has been a long time coming, actually. Admittedly certain bits have had a longer time waiting than others, though. Part of this was inspired by the stone angels plot that ran at Milliways or, more specifically, by a conversation Micara and I had while the plot was running. the idea we were tossing around didn't work out IC, more's the pity, so it ended up happening in fic instead. The large majority of the rest of this was inspired by a daily entertainment post in the back room. What didn't come from either of those sources... well. Call it equal parts thanks to 'fic with demons in' a la newredshoes (Hi Esther!) and something Sariel reminded Tuck of during her first trip to Sherwood. Er. In other words, my imagination's been in overdrive again. Forget everything else and blame me for this. Utterly.

Oh, and just because I'm paranoid like that, these are a whole lapful of might-have-beens and none of them actually happened to the folks from the bar. Just sayin'.

( Five lives Sariel Rager might have lived, at least in part )

Whew, but this took a while to write! I really, really hope this works/isn't rubbish/doesn't tick anybody off. ahem.

*looks left*

*looks right*

*glances over shoulder*

*looks straight ahead, just for good measure*

Nothing seems to be going wrong (touch a whole heck of a lot of wood), so I think I can finally say...

The memory cards worked! I have a laptop that no longer crawls!! :D :D :D

*dances, bounces, goes to tag up Sarielthreads* Yaaaaaay!!!

I know, I know, that pun is *horrible*. I couldn't not make it.

I've just watched the last ever episode of ER. Daaaang, fifteen years suddenly seems like one heck of a *long* time. I feel old! Katie and I were chatting through most of the second half of it, but we both still caught enough, I think. I won't spoil anybody for the finale, but needless to say good stuff abounded. There were a couple... mightily icky bits in there too, be warned. What am I saying? Icky bits happen; it's ER! that aside, I have this to say to the cast/crew/writers/whoever else I've missed:

At the risk of bringing the grammar police down on my head... cheers, you lot. You done good.

Really, I'm alive and well, lack of posts aside. :)

things are going *quite* well on this end, with the exception of this computer being frakking slooooow. I've got an order in for a pair of new memory cards that should speed this contraption up by a factor of four (yaaaay!) and I'm now anxiously awaiting the day they show up. The sooner the better, as far as I'm concerned.

Life's still brilliant in Madison; I did my first live interview last week! :) It went amazingly well, too. I still can't half believe I actually got to interview the local candidate for White House farmer. My inner plant geek still does a dance of uncoordinated flaily joy (thanks for the phrase, Camwyn! I like it!) whenever I think about it. Still actively job and apartment seeking, though I'm having more luck on the job search front than I am on the cat-friendly place one. Here's hoping I find something in both categories in the near future. *hopeful*

Had a really fun scene between Alina and Veyanne@SC a couple days ago, and there's more where that came from. :) Milliways is an equal blast - Kate/ ceitfianna, remind me about Will-Sariel DS9 hijinks set in the offscreen time that obviously elapsed while Data, Bashir and Worf were having their respective adventures during Birthright I and II. Visit to the celestial temple ahoy! Gen, I may also have an idea for a River-Sariel thread there... but we shall see. :)

Other than that, all I have to say for the moment is happy spring! Not before time, either. I could've done without the snow on Saturday evening, but oh well. At least it's mostly melted now. Oh, and speaking of evenings, a heads up to all the assorted people from various places that might be reading this: I am going to be of absolutely no use whatsoever this coming Thursday night. The ER season finale will be eating my brain. ahem. :) Just so y'know.

there'll be a much longer update later, but right now I'm off to drink some Equal Exchange cocoa and probably do a little proofreading for Bookshare. whee!

You guys get a meme in lieu of (yes that's archaic, so what? it's pretty) an actual update.* Besides, I need to get back into writing fic. Stole this one while sniffing around lj because hey, it looked fun. As to why I was sniffing around lj instead of sleeping at this time of night? Er... well. Frakking sleep schedule's off again. Grumblegrumble. Oh well. ahem. Here, have a meme.

The Six Degrees Of Separation Meme:

Give me no less than two and no more than four characters from any of my fandoms, and I will write you up to six ficlets connecting them to each other somehow. (e.g.: 'Six Degrees Of Separation From Mohinder Suresh To Kira Nerys', 'Six Ways Specialist Cally Doesn't Know She Knows Harry Kim', or 'From Sarah Jane Smith To Robert Romano In Six Steps Or Less'.) Obvious or not, your choice. Crossovers or not, your choice.

You folks know the worlds I play in and the characters I like/hate/avoid. Have at! I promise not to flake out on this one. Reeeeally. :)

*The 'in lieu of' thing originally came from an issue of Reader's Digest circa 1997 or '98, maybe a little earlier. It was the catalyst phrase for a writerly pun, that being 'have archaic and edit too.' Back then I thought it was clever; still do, actually. the pun's only half right in my case, because I won't edit that bit. I like 'in lieu of' and I'm keeping it as is, so nyah. :P