Stay in bed!
You know, life was going good until just before I left the house. That was when I microwaved my mustard greens for 2m 30s instead of 2 minutes, and ended up with green paper instead of cooked greens. Then I:
had nothing to pack for lunch except a casserole I made two weeks ago; it had a little spot of mold on it, so I cut a piece from the opposite side from the mold and hoped for the best
forgot my wallet
had to use my calling card to call for directions (all of my change was in my wallet; I so look forward to paying through the nose to correct my temp agency's mistake) when I couldn't find the building I thought I was supposed to work in
discovered my temp agency gave me an address ten blocks from where I was supposed to work
got the world's most confusing directions and headed off, very dubious about them
got lost
asked a person for directions and got loster
asked another person for directions and got more lost
realized I was so lost that I needed to call for directions again, but was sufficiently lost that I didn't know how to get back to someplace with a payphone
upon discovering that I had wandered in a square (yeah! a good thing) I made another calling card call: more money I can't afford
finally, finally got to where I was going ... 1.25 hours late
discovered the truth about my job: the nice 8:30-4:30 position which involved taking one bus and walking three blocks (meaning I could get up at 7:00) was actually from 8:00-5:00, involved a transfer, and still walking three blocks (6:00, here I come). I would not have taken the job if I'd known the real hours
because I have not worked as much in September as I would have liked, I said I would take extra work. I'm going to work at 9:00 tomorrow, photocopying. my joy is a totally fenced in thing, tightly constricted, and well aware of all of its bounds
I missed getting my boss from the Archdiocese to sign my timesheet by about 15 minutes
I discovered I'd left my book, my library book, my library book that I was actually reading and enjoying on the bus while desperately trying to get to the Archdiocese
traffic was superheavy
the bus that I take home (the one that I ride for about 45 minutes) was supercrowded
I discovered that I'd recorded Swamp Thing, not Starsky & Hutch. the gods do not want me to see A Coffin for Starsky
the CSS book came today. I was not here to greet it, so the UPS man took it with him
my e-mail is still down. it was supposed to be up today, but it's not, it's still down
discovered I misplaced yet another blog entry. Put a story rec in the random edicts. I'll leave it there and copy it over, but still
Toni's blog has not been updated since Monday. I realize that she does not exist to update her blog so I can read it, but it is yet another little irritation in an overall bad today
Caroline updated her blog. She also had a bad day It was better to know that then 403 error I got the first time I tried to connect to epiphany, I guess.
It's Friday, and there is no Farscape, not even a rerun
I am too pissed off to watch the 6:00 showing of S&H, and I didn't think about recording it until 6:30.
Private Little World by Legion
This Stargate threesome is not a PWP. That's a good thing, as it's almost 300k, and 300k of straight, er, continuous sex might get tedious. But it is mostly a story about sex, and a little a story about Jack dealing with a homosexual relationship, and a little more about aliens. But mostly sex, yummy, warm, delicious threesome sex.
Get out of my head!
Poking around the NBC Olympic website (I was originally trying to find out if Stargate was on this weekend, but that's another story) I started looking at some rhythmic sites. Tom's Diner by Suzanne Vega was mentioned as a possible music for routine, and now it won't get out of my head.
You are not alone!
I got a message from Caroline of epiphany today. She said she reads my blog! She said she likes my blog! Wow, Toni and the GIND are not alone.
Anyway, she was letting me know that epiphany had moved because of the evils of HiSpeed. I'm glad to know she did not disappear off the face of the Earth. Maybe I will go read some of her yaoi, even though I will not recognize the characters.
Vampires: A Practical Guide to an Alternative Lifestyle
That's the title of a book in one of my favorite 80's B movies, My Best Friend is a Vampire. It's on Comedy Central right now. It's one of the spate of teen vampire movies that were briefly popular.
It's the best because it has René Auberjonois and and Robert Sean Leonard in it. And the parents think their kid is gay (he's a vampire) and try very hard to prepare themselves for his announcement; it's cute and heartwarming.
Nothing to say
I'm trying to make a blog entry everyday, but today I have nothing to say. So I thought I'd say that.
I suppose I could say a little about the reason I have no entries this weekend, SHarecon.
It was a slash (and gen-friendly) convention for Starsky & Hutch, a show that went off the air before I was born. 99% of the attendees were old enough to be my mother, and took great delight in telling me that.
Starsky & Hutch is on TNN at the moment, so I'm watching the episodes, trying to get into it. I haven't read much fic, though; I never remember the archive exists and there's so much senslash ...
I wish X-Files or Farscape fandom was more like S&H, or something.
I call myself WitchQueen. I'm not a witch or pagan, and I'm not
royalty. But I named myself on the SciFi bulletin board, and I've been
that way ever since: a woman whose power lies in shaping her reality
with words. I'm a polyamorous (yet single) young black lesbian living in
Baltimore and I find that most of my social life revolves around the Net.
what do i do?
I'm a slash fan. I read and write slash, homoerotic stories about characters from
television, movies, and other popular media. My current main fandom is
Farscape,
and my first real fandom was The X-Files. I dabble in a lot of
other shows, particularly The Sentinel, Wiseguy, and Buffy the Vampire
Slayer. I watch a lot of TV and tape a fair number of shows.
what's the triumvirate?
We three kings of Orient are....
*cough cough hack hack* Er, sorry, wrong trio. Toni was
the first of us to get a blog. As I was going through a period of
extreme Toniworship, I knew I had to get one, too. Often in my blog, I
would mention the Girl I'm Not Dating (AKA the GIND), because I love her. In the
meantime, she and Toni made independent contact. One day I
mused aloud about her starting her own blog. Soon after
that, she did. And so I (or the other two) may refer to
ourselves as the triangle, the trio, and other various "three" words.