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Monday, November 9th, 2009
10:03 pm	Dear NaNoWriMo, You know I love you and will finish you, but damn. I need to get out my fic urges for a day or three after this HIMYM ep. Love, Me (Comment on this)
7:58 pm	FIC: What We Do Best -- HIMYM Title: What We Do Best (1/1) Author: ocelot_summer Rating: PG Pairings: Barney/Robin Spoilers: "The Rough Patch" Word Count: 1,633 Disclaimer: So, so not mine. If they were, tonight wouldn't have happened. Except the end. Summary: Post-"The Rough Patch". A meeting, a plan perfected. Everyone knows it's hotter when it's a secret. Author's Note: This is unbetaed, just written therapy to get over tonight's episode. ( Think they bought it? ) Current Mood: aggravated Current Music: Declan Bennett, "Freer" (22 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, July 16th, 2009
4:39 pm	The first time I've met a man in a long, long time who can make me feel like every nerve is blazing under my skin. (Comment on this)
Monday, June 1st, 2009
10:22 am	“If you can deny women birth control before the initiation of, shall we say, a personal relationship, if you can deny birth control ahead of time, if you can deny a women emergency contraception at the time of a personal relationship, and if you can deny women abortion services after a pregnancy has become established, then you can control women. Because you will overwhelm them with parenting and child relating responsibilities. “You will be controlled. You will be subjugated. You will be marginalized. And when subjugation walks in, freedom walks out. Now what do I mean? That means gone will be equal opportunity in the work force. Gone will be equal education. Gone will be equal pay for equal work. Gone will be health care benefits. Gone will be retirement benefits. Your freedoms will be gone. Because this is not about babies. Again, it’s about subjugation of women by male dominated societies. It’s no more; it’s no less.” --Dr. George Tiller, 2004 RIP, Dr. Tiller. He saved the lives of women who were vulnerable and failed by the system. (Comment on this)
Monday, May 18th, 2009
11:11 pm	Everything I need to know about life, I learned from HIMYM. ( So the HIMYM finale is the story of my life. ) Current Mood: contemplative Current Music: that story's only just beginning. (Comment on this)
Thursday, January 15th, 2009
1:26 am	FIC: Five Times Barney Won't Admit It -- HIMYM Title: Five Times Barney Won't Admit It (and Once He Kinda Does) Author: ocelot_summer Rating: PG/PG-13ish for minor language Pairings: Barney/Robin Spoilers: Through 4x12, "Benefits" Word Count: 2,780 Disclaimer: So, so not mine. They belong to more awesome people than me. I wouldn't mind them as a birthday present, though. Summary: Five snippets where Barney won't admit to his feelings. "Benefits" aftermath. Author's Note: So this is kinda a funny moment for me... this is the first not-drabble-challenge fic I've posted in 7 years. I got writer's block back in 2001 and it never left. Til now. Funny world. Since "Benefits" rocked and demanded piles of fic... Here some is. ( He's not like you, y'know? ) Current Mood: creative Current Music: Doogie Howser theme song (34 Comments |Comment on this)
1:04 am	Do do do do do do... I have an addiction. It eats at me, takes over my days, I have forgone all my usual hobbies and all that I enjoyed has paled. It's called... ...Doogie Howser, M.D. Yeah. I know. (Comment on this)
Friday, January 9th, 2009
9:27 am	There's a thin line between hate and resignation, I think. (Comment on this)
Saturday, June 21st, 2008
12:35 pm	A's/Marlins. That was more stress than my poor self can handle (damn you, relievers!). I need more yoga to recover from that. (Comment on this)
Sunday, June 24th, 2007
4:02 pm	Every now and then, I feel the urge to post a 'yo' in this LJ as a sign that I'm using it for something other than my fandom community whatnot. A's got swept by the Mets. Motherfuckin' hell, man. There is no pain as great as the ghost of Scutaro runnin' out there from only a scant few seasons before, only to run into a haymaker of a team. Unfair scheduling, at its best. I am at work, once again, living in my little beach town. The tourist season has begun, time to start building the bomb shelter. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, March 14th, 2007
2:26 pm	(I want to write it in library books and yell it from trees and whisper it to the world... I'm in love, I'm in love, and no one who counts should ever know. The internet, however, can feel free to hear it.) (Comment on this)
Saturday, December 9th, 2006
3:40 pm	I love the holiday season. Fancy, wacky parties that involve dressing up prettily and going out to dance the night away. (Comment on this)
Friday, November 24th, 2006
5:26 pm	The offseason is a cold, cold time. I want to photoshop Billy's head onto the Grinch's body because this offseason has hurt enough but I have the bad feeling he's gonna wreck Christmas, as vengeance for such a nice '05 offseason. That's how Billy Beane works, he'll fuck you over grinning the whole damn time. My art isn't going away, I'm gonna decoupage an A's bracelet before the new season starts, I've decided. Gonna learn to sew and if my heart's betrayed me too much, I'm finding another source to ask because, fuck it, I want A's brand jeans to wear to the park. Forget being sane, there's something about being a little crazy that makes life sweeter. Photography classes? Next on the list. I don't know what to do with Frank Thomas's autograph now, I feel a little betrayed, but I want to love that man for the attention he gave the fans. Winter is here, as much as it ever shows up in California, but it's starting to rain. I always did poorly emotionally in the winter, but then I realized, no, it's a year round thing. And I love the sky best when it's overcast, I love watching the rain out the window, so this won't be so bad. I keep looking back at my online games and saying it's time to return home, but I don't know how. So I'm off to find a new home, this'll be fun. (Comment on this)
Sunday, June 11th, 2006
3:25 pm	I got my first BPAL-related compliment. I'm so damn happy right now. I feel so happy and pretty when I wear perfume oils, having other people notice put me over the moon. (Comment on this)
Sunday, April 23rd, 2006
8:43 pm	Arg. Grad spending is killing my wallet. Spent about $500 so far, and about $50 left for this week. And of course, my 'don't spend money this weekend' plan didn't turn out so well, going out to a birthday dinner and then putting in a bid on a BPAL 5mL LE on ebay before I could resist. It just seemed too perfect for the situation at hand. Ugh. :-/ I think I'll feel better when I fill out my timesheet for the past two weeks (I'm behind -- eep!) and put my paycheck in zee bank. (Comment on this)
Thursday, April 20th, 2006
1:52 pm	Happy 4/20. It's the holiday meant to make you look like Danny Haren. >:) So. This weekend is gonna be amazing, live a fucking living coffee cart. I'm gonna perch in Perg for a few hours and just work on my script and fics and my half-novel and every-fucking-thing else, and then I'm gonna hit the hillsides to go walking. I'm gonna do it, it's gonna be amazing. It's just so stressful, this 'graduating' thing, I'm terrified and twitchy and feel like it's all spiralling downhill because things are never gonna be this good again. I never really learned how to live without school, I'm not sure what a not-undergrad life is like but I'm not sure it's for me. I wish my parents didn't laugh when I told them about the grad school thing. That it's not something to give me weird looks about. My sister made her choice, does it have to be so strange that 'college professor' is a deep aching desire on mine? (Comment on this)
Sunday, April 16th, 2006
4:52 pm	Blanked. There's a moment of horror, when you see something you can't believe. That's what we call Milton Bradley. I can't believe it bounced over the fence from his glove. I can't believe it. I physically felt my heart start to hurt for Haren's sake with that win. I felt so bad for Bradley, it was one of those horrible moments that leads me to believe that #22 is, indeed, a cursed jersey. And I'm still pathetically unable to comprehend Huston blowing the game. Yes, the ump was fucking awful (the rousing 'You suck' chant was a little refreshing), but still. Four earned runs? Honey, we don't do that in Oakland. NO. I was so excited getting to the ballpark, feeling the rush burning in the back of my mind because it's Oakland, and it's a different kind of home, and the sight of green field stretched out like that makes everything feel fresh and alive. Hope lives there, and it doesn't matter where the A's are in the division, or in the season, every game is an isolated moment of joy in my life. But now, the beads get to go back on the shelf for a few more weeks, the hat's slung low over my eyes because sometimes... sometimes, they fail you. ...Well, except Eric-Fucking-Chavez. Shit. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, March 29th, 2006
1:52 pm	Today I realized that I write to find redemption for all the sins I never realized I committed, all the things I've wanted to be forgiven for. They can find the peace that I'm not quite certain of. (Comment on this)
Monday, March 27th, 2006
1:15 pm	I figured four years would be enough time to figure out which I wanted to choose. I didn't expect to just end up loving both disciplines MORE. I have to choose, and I can't. I mean, I could do theatre. I could graduate, then take a year off, get an internship -- I have no fucking clue how I would live on that money, but it's a thought. I could work for the university in the job I was offered for a year, get that on my resume. Get a real job and then work extra shit at theatres. I could try and find a way to become an ALD... somewhere. Hit the border, head to Nevada. I could apply for the MFA program at SDSU or MA at UCI. Those are both thoughts. Very real thoughts. I like the professional student route, and I'll admit they tempt me. But lord, I feel like I'm having an affair because when I close my eyes I see myself in long swishy skirts and with silver pendants and turtlenecks. I see myself going for my MA in post-1865 American literature, hair pinned back and books in hand and researching for hours upon hours. I feel the ache to know what it is to write an article and try like hell to get it published, to get swept up in academia and conferences and catty competition. I keep telling myself I want to do theatre, but I don't see myself as having a future there. My instinct is to say literature. But I feel like I'm betraying myself no matter WHAT thought I have. In a practical sense, lit makes more sense for finances. But theatre is something I could do, and if I fail, I could turn back to lit. I... I don't really know. I don't know at all. It wasn't supposed to be this way. (Comment on this)
Sunday, March 26th, 2006
9:41 am	I need a new fandom. I tried to think of a current TV show that I slash--came up with NOTHING. Then I tried to think of current TV shows that I really do fic at *all* and the pickings are damn slim. This fall, I'm gonna find me a new TV show. Fuck, there needs to be new, good scifi. The end of the Jossverse on TV really hit my fandomlife harder than I expected. I just can't get into this whole Stargate Atlantis gig. (Comment on this)