Clarisse Mc'Clellan's Daughter

Posting from work with sneaky access, to borrow a phrase. It's quieter than heck in here just now, but I'm keeping this short because yeah, on lj on state time. Not so good.

I do not need a twitchy, agitated Taos!Sariel headvoice just now. I do not need references to things I'm reading for work making her even more agitated. I do not need phrases from fanfiction other people have written sticking in my consciousness like sharding mental earworms, fueling not only Taos!Sariel's twitchiness but my own. Gah!

I cannot, can *not* write fic on state time. I'm sorry, headvoice in question. Really, sweetie. I would if I could--lord would I--but I can't. You know me; you know why. All the reasons why. Canon Sariel, I promise you'll get time after work as well. Three threads in progress, maybe four. Darn it, I miss Adriana. Yes, that's relevant to the fourth thread. Anyway, you'll both get time at some point or other, in some fashin or other. Right now though, I have to work.
Much love,
Chanter

Must. not. write. fic. now. Mew! Why do these things always hit at the most inopportune times?

I thought I'd pass this along, just in case. If there are any Six Feet Under folks on my friendslist, fire_and_a_rose has a post that might interest you.

This deserves a signal boost. Read the post I've linked to and you'll understand why.

Right, off to make lunch, then read up a storm.

This fic came about as a result of the auction held in the OOC community at milliways_bar. Man, I love how much help for Haiti is being generated in fandom and at games all over the place. :D anyhow.

gao asked for a blind date, set up by Susannah, between her original character Rose (who's Susannah's daughter) and Sariel. This is what resulted. Sorry about the shifting point of view, I hope it's not too weird. Of course, just for info, none of this is Millicanon. Yet. *impish look at Susannah-mun*

( This would be a blind date, Milliways style )

Now I think I'm going to curl up and zonk out. Tiiiired greenie. Oh, and by the way: When you've had a heck of an argument with your mother, and a couple days later your mother's sounding like her old self when she talks to you, maybe, just maybe, things are actually okay between you two again. Wheeeew! :D

Here's the second of my lightning round 2 fics. This one's also Young Wizards 'verse, though focused on a very different subject. megotelek asked for fic about the cetacean wizards, preferably Fang from Baffin Bay, and when I went sniffing around the ErrantryWiki, I stumbled across a couple possible spoilers that made me go hmm. So I gave Fang a daughter, and this resulted. I really hope you like it!

( Her hesitation could have been measured in seconds. Humanoid seconds. )

As the subject says, I owe this ficlet to misura thanks to the second lightning round at help_haiti. It's courtesy her, and one other person, that I have a paid account for the next two months! Wooo! anyhow, on with the fic. Misura asked for the Young Wizards universe, either with Tom and Carl's koi as central characters or, if possible, elaboration on how they got the koi in the first place. I hope this suits. :) This's 372 words, by the way.

( Not all prophecies come in triads, you know. )

11:15:13 AM. Rest in peace, Challenger seven.

Uh-oh, somebody get the tricorder.

Going to take the trash out is a drag, but necessary. So tonight, I go to do exactly that. And I discover that ice has frakking well coated the back steps, and not only that, but it's frozen in a slant, so instead of three ice-coated stairs, there's essentially a slippery as hell ramp. I'm me, so I attempt to take the first step down. Don't laugh, folks. I know it was a dumb move. I realize about a quarter of a second before I hit my ass that, even if I had any in the boots I'm wearing, no amount of traction is going to help me here.

Then I land, crash! largely on my left leg, elbow and hand. Ow ow effing *ow!* Cue cursing, colorfully and loudly, interspersed with declarations of my hatred of Wisconsin winter and at least one snarl. Yes, by the way, I did eventually get the trash thrown out, but it was only by making use of a ledge to the side of the impassable stairs that I got back to the door again.

My left elbow is massively bruised. My leg seems to have escaped that fate, but my left hand and wrist, primarily near my thumb, have not. Typing is slow, and there is wincing. Ow ow frakking ow! *mumblemutters*

If Spider Robinson was right, and God's idea of slapstick is to slap you with a stick, was this God's take on the slip-on-a-banana-peel gag? Gah! I'm really rather glad I worked on what I need to take into the office tomorrow earlier today, suddenly. Frak you very much, winter. I'm putting salt out on the back steps tomorrow.

Oh man, what's holding Bosco's harness going to feel like come tomorrow morning? Gods dang it...

This is honoring another lightning round exchange at help_haiti. dreamlittleyo asked for nonexplicit Sisko/Bashir, and made reference to characters being uncertain of their feelings, as well as Dax knowing about what was going on. This resulted. I really, really hope this works! I also admit that one of Sisko's lines, and I won't say just which one, is pure and shameless... well, almost shameless wish fulfilment on my part. Mmm--anyway. Here y'go.

Title: No Place For Logic
Author: Chanter
Fandom: DS9
Pairings: Sisko/Bashir
Rating: PG-ish, PG13 at the most
Summary: Dax has no idea, sometimes, how two people so fundamentally different even tolerate each other.
1175 words

( No Place For Logic )

I am gainfully employed. :)

I am... still working out screenreader issues, or rather the IT department at the office is, but that didn't stop me getting oriented and settled in today. It's the kind of office where they're totally cool with you having a plant or three on your desk, and you can listen to NPR or an international analog while you work if you wear a headset, and everyone is just plain cool, so far. I go back in tomorrow to fill out a bunch of paperwork - direct deposit, emergency contact, that sort of thing. I have a job. So far, so very, very good.

Quoth the Chanter, at least once: "Currahee!"

And as I learned during a phone conversation tonight, Lizzie actually... y'know... doesn't mind associating with me. As in will still treat me like she did before Colorado, for the most part. If anything, things are a little more open between us, as we've both seen each other's darker sides. *happy, happy, happy chanter*

And trascendenza liked the fic I wrote her for the help_haiti lightning round. Yaaaaay!

Sometimes, things are just really dang good. :)

*Sighs contentedly, goes to curl up with a Dortmunder novel*

Eeeeee eeeeep. New job. Starting today. Must leave the apartment in roughly an hour. Must dress up, must pack up, must not throw up! Uh. I don't think there's any danger of my doing that last, but eh, the opportunity for the similar list was too good to skip. Ahem. I'm so mature, aren't I?

So. Frelling. Shelling. Nervous! I'm typo-ing, even. I'm horribly conflicted over here. One part of me keeps going 'You'll be fine, stupid,' while the other half is terribly gun shy on account of the last job ending up in the toilet. I know, I know, the last job ending up in the loo had everything to do with trying to meet crazy sales-type quotas and not much at all to do with me personally, but *still*. I'm terrified I'm going to frak this up too.

*Please*, whatever bright powers are listening, don't let me frak this up too.

I'll report on the state of the new job (holy crap, but that sounds cool, though I don't quite dare count my dragons before they're shelled) when I get home tonight. For the moment, 'scuze me, must go dry my hair.

I'm actually quite nervous about posting this. The request I got was for either Kira/Ziyal or warm gen featuring the two. What resulted was semidark introspection from Ziyal's POV, though there's definitely some warm fuzziness in there, as well as Ziyal/Kira. This was written for trascendenza via the lightning round at help_haiti. I really, really hope it works.

Title: Colored Canvas
Author: Chanter
Fandom: DS9
Rating: PG
Pairings: understated Ziyal/Kira
Summary: Tora Ziyal has three constants in her universe.
1100 words

( Colored Canvas )

Color this a help_haiti update. Just letting folks know that in addition to the lightning round offer I put up (look in my last post for that one), I've just added to the regular fic auction. I've listed TNG, BoB, Dragonriders of Pern and ER as fandoms. That post, by the way, is right over this way.

I couldn't believe my luck when I realized a couple things about the comment I made. First off, mine was comment #1000 on that post. Second, my offer was the first comment on page 19. Shi a, good omens again. Keep boosting the bright signal, folken. Not my threads, the whole thing.

Edited to add: Oops! Looks like my comment was actually the last on page 18. I could've sworn it said 19 when I looked... ah well. Heralding in page 19, then? Yes. :)

Here, I'll prove it. I'm boosting this particular bright signal that much further. In short, help_haiti is made of nothing but pure, undiluted awesome. I only hope my contribution(s) live up to the standard. My thread is right over yonder.

Boost it far and wide, folks. Not my thread. I mean the whole thing. Anybody who was with me in darkest Colorado* last year will get this reference. When I first heard about the earthquake, my first thought was literally 'Oh shit, Carry's family.' Swiftly followed by 'Oh shit, is he still in the US?' Miah, have you heard from him at all, by any chance?

*Sorry Viv! Nothing against your state. the summer of 2008 was a... well. It's a long story.

Alright, lovely flist. You've been wonderful when I've gone icon seeking before, so I'm calling on you again. I'm totally keeping the icons I currently have, but I've finally decided to find a couple new ones to add to the mix.

Anybody know where I could find a suitable snow in Wisconsin icon? A snowy street or country road would probably work, or just snowflakes falling on a house/street/town from above... not really picky here. I'm pondering a DS9 and/or an ER icon as well. If I could screencap the celestial temple with a ship coming through as seen from the promenade, I totally would, and as for ER--oh beans. I'll have to think about that one. I'm finally going to upload one of Sariel's icons to this journal for TNG, I know that much. And... hmm. Anything to do with lilacs and/or summer in Wisconsin can wait until it's no longer twenty degrees F on an average day. :) But what to use as a connection to... ah heck, enough musing from this end.

Oh wow, time elapses in a hurry. I must be more tired than I thought. *toddles off* ;)

Well, I finally found out just what was causing my Internet Explorer issues of a week or two ago.

Here I was, assuming IE just had a fault, that I'd fixed it, and that said fault was an isolated thing. Boy was I ever wrong! Round about... yesterday, I went to empty out the recycle bin, and discovered that it, well, wouldn't open. Neither would my computer, or my documents, or my antivirus software. Quoth the Chanter: Dang it. Word still worked, Firefox still worked, Jaws still worked, G-mud still worked. But the fact remained: I had a problem on my hands.

Today I'd had enough, went to Dell's online support site, got snarled in Firefox versus IE issues - apparently their diagnostic tools don't work with Firefox grrr! then gave up and called tech support. One l-o-n-g call, two very helpful agents, a linking of my computer to one of theirs and some borrowing of my friendly neighbor's eyes later, I had my answer. I also had a clean system *cheers!* As it turns out, what was causing my freezy system and stalling applications wasn't a fault in Windows Explorer, like I'd started to suspect, and it definitely wasn't just a flaw in IE. What I had, in fact, was one nasty, slow-acting virus that killed processes and files. In a word: Yicch! I haven't got it anymore, though; the second of those wonderful tech support agents cleaned it out for me. Definitely worth paying for, I say.*

I has a properly healthy Quark, likely for the first time in weeks rather than days. Wheeee!

*settles in with Callahan's Con and some good tea* Sometimes, things work out.

*darn pesky expired warranty, oh well

No, Chanter m'dear, you will not create a journal for Morgan Bateson a la TNG's "Cause and Effect," and even if you do, which you aren't, you will not use the journal name "timelostcaptain". Not "timelost_morgan" either, and definitely not "nearly_hit_you," even if that does come from a definitive line of his in canon. No. End of story. Write all the fic about him you want, backstory, character exploration, even that blush-worthy piece you were pondering this morning *ahem*, but you do *not* need another Milliways pup right now. You're afraid you'll short change Sariel if you app anyone else, remember? Bateson can be a new headvoice/muse, but you're not bringing him in. Nothing doing,sweetie.

... Shards, I need to write some fic, or my resolve is gonna crumble.

Will somebody who knows the episode I'm referencing do me a favor and fill me in as to just what Captain Bateson looks like? I don't want to go entirely by the way he sounds and get the details wrong in writing. I've done it before. He only turns up at the episode's end, and... here's me with my incurable minor character love again. A large majority of my headvoices are giving me warm fuzzy vibes, now. :D

As promised, here's a New Year's entry that doesn't contain fic. Not much to report, really; I'm in waupun for a couple days, as my folks were in Madison for the Badger game earlier today, and we've got Christmas with Mom's side of the family in a day or so. So I got a lift back to the southern edge of the Fox River valley, and now I'm spending New Year's with slush and geeky things. Bosco is again loving the extra space to bounce around in, and taking the opportunity to sniff whatever he can, read: food. Gah! I've just been distracted by Dad walking in and bopping me playfully on the top of the head. My family is odd. Great, but odd. XD

Wheeee. :) Yes, Chanter's had slush, and she's feeling the effects. Not a ton, as the glass was about half full, but still. Hmm. Going to watch the ball drop in Times Square, 'scuze me. :) It's always a little anticlimactic for me, seeing as we've still got an hour to go until it hits midnighthere. Still fun ringing it in in the Midwest, though. :)

Edited to add: Blimey. Mom was right, this is the first blue moon to occur on New Year's Eve in nineteen years. 19. Shi a, good omens and portents all over the place tonight.

I told newredshoes I was going to do this, and so I have! and I made my self-imposed deadline, too. gasp! XD

this is in a vague sort of retaliation for... well, it's a very silly story really. Er, the thing I'm retaliating against, not this story, although this one could be viewed as a little silly too depending on whether or not you know milliways_bar. This's also referencing a scene that I sharding love, which is a large majority of the reason why I did it this way. Don't kill me? I really, really hope I've got voices right, especially my narrator, seeing as we're, well, getting the whole ficlet through his eyes. Anyway. Here y'go, Esther. Happy New Year!

( The day one member of Easy found Milliways. )

I'm horrible, yes? :)

Proper New Year's entry to be made once I'm no longer in transit. *goes to finish packing*

I'll make what could easily be a very long story slightly shorter, as I'm still figuring out the fine details of Firefox. To condense things a smidge, having Internet Explorer slowly corrupt on you? Sucketh. Having it hit critical corrupt mass and pretty much die on you all in one go? Really sucketh. Not being able to get an installer for another browser via AIM or e-mail because one's web-based and the other isn't opening due to, you guessed it, IE? Sucketh unfiltered Fox River water through a straw. Bleh!

On the opposite end of things, attempting to uninstall IE and inadvertently fixing it instead is wicked awesome, not to mention slightly baffling. Oh well, I'll take baffling if it means I have a working browser again. The first thing I did after I'd established that yes, holy crap, my browser had actually been debugged, was download and install Firefox. I've been using it exclusively since this morning, and wouldn't you know I rather like it? *shrugs* I didn't the first time I tried it, but now I've given it a go, I think it's a keeper. User friendly tabs are uuuuuseful, especially when threading at Milliways.

Did I say something about making a long story shorter? I delude myself, I really do. *snickerfits* Again with the unrepentant chatty Kathyness. :)

Now off to... I'm actually tempted to rewatch the Pretender episode I used during Sariel's bout with the IMDB flu. Hmm. I have to be in the right mindset for that, and I'm not sure I am. Maybe later this evening.

Checking in from my parents' place. The whole house smells like cooking, so mmmm. Spent much of the day baking cookies, yum. That's only one side of the story, though.

Around one thirty this afternoon, all of a sudden we hear something go pop! and the next thing we know, out goes the electricity. Turns out a transformer we think? blew in one of the roads just over from this one, and most of the block lost power. Everything's been on and off intermittently since then, though things seem to be pretty well established as on now, touch wood. It's really quite amazing just how quiet a house gets when everything that's normally running shuts off. Ahem. Anyway, that's where I've been.

All electrical oddness aside, much love to the flist. Happy winter holiday of your choice to folks who celebrate, happy hopefully decent day in December to those who don't, and *hugs* to everybody just because. *scampers off*