My Sherlock Series 2 DVD should arrive in the next hour...a whole 14 hours before it's actually released. Not that I'm complaining, oh heck no.
Squees all round!
My other stuff should arrive later this week, so positives there, too.
On less positive fronts, I'm now signing up for jobs in South Dakota, simply because I've lost patience with the other 42 I was applying in. It appears six months of searching has turned into desperation.
Prince Within is currently on a slothly crawl, as I hit a snag two weeks ago and I just now got the kink worked out (this by causing an explosion elsewhere in the story.) I have to get some stuff together and type up the next part so that I can get my little band of three off the island and into blowing things up.
Today's going to be a slow day-Dad and Mum are both home, as are Anna and Sara, and so nothing's going to get done around here at all.
Not much else going on.
Ta,
Bec
PS: Sherlock Series 2 DVD is safely and securely snuggled next to its mate Sherlock Series 1. I'm happy. It's all good. I'm having GF mac and cheese tonight and that is much yay.
21.5.12
18.5.12
Short Update
Sherlock DVD on its way! (Grins!)
I cleaned again today. Kind of tired. Want a place to sit down in the living room and apparently I'm not going to get it, so I'm going into Mum's room for awhile.
Gotta get writing, so ta,
Bec
I cleaned again today. Kind of tired. Want a place to sit down in the living room and apparently I'm not going to get it, so I'm going into Mum's room for awhile.
Gotta get writing, so ta,
Bec
17.5.12
Cans
Once upon a time, Uncle Eugene gave us cans for selling in Michigan.
Yes. This happened. Two years ago.
They've been sitting downstairs for that whole period, gathering dust and not really going anywhere; doing nothing but taking up space.
No more. As of today, all 400(ish) of the stupid things are in a box, crushed to death.
This took several hours of effort, mostly on my sister's parts but some of it on mine. The boxes have to be burned tonight so that he can't rescue them from the barrel.
There's also the ongoing project around the camper (Shh!) where things like wood and briefcases and tape boxes and all the stuff he's piled there are vanishing into the fire. Slowly. If I did it all at once he'd notice. Little by little is harder to track. Eventually he'll realize but by then it'll be too damn late to salvage all that stuff.
The war is on again.
Ta,
Bec
Yes. This happened. Two years ago.
They've been sitting downstairs for that whole period, gathering dust and not really going anywhere; doing nothing but taking up space.
No more. As of today, all 400(ish) of the stupid things are in a box, crushed to death.
This took several hours of effort, mostly on my sister's parts but some of it on mine. The boxes have to be burned tonight so that he can't rescue them from the barrel.
There's also the ongoing project around the camper (Shh!) where things like wood and briefcases and tape boxes and all the stuff he's piled there are vanishing into the fire. Slowly. If I did it all at once he'd notice. Little by little is harder to track. Eventually he'll realize but by then it'll be too damn late to salvage all that stuff.
The war is on again.
Ta,
Bec
11.5.12
Five For Tonight
One sister is here; the other should be here soon. I have scrubbed the kitchen floor and done dishes; just little maintenance stuff to keep this place from looking like AGH!
I'm sleeping on the couch tonight and for the next two weeks because (as I've said before) Ra and me sleep at different hours from each other (she's a night owl and a midday riser; I crash at 10 and get up at 7. Damn fibro.) Better to end the fight before it starts and just give up my bed for awhile. I can't help the way I sleep - if I try to stay up at night I usually wind up nodding off at 11:30 anyway (that, again, is my fibromyalgia), and my cursed internal clock adores waking me up at 7 even if I went to bed late the night before, so I might as well give up and go to bed at a reasonable hour.
If I don't get enough sleep, I have a hundred times as much trouble with my Asperger's, my ADD, my math/spatial disability, AND my fibro. In other words, tiredness turns me into an attention deficited socially backwards directionally challenged human being who couldn't do a simple math problem to save her life, SO I require a good eight hours of sleep a night to be able to even form a simple sentence most days (you see my problem.) If my brain can barely manage life on a good night's rest, how the HELL can I ask it to manage on less than it requires?
And I can hardly expect Ra to change her ways and shut the Wii off at 10 when I want to sleep, so I just compromise. It's only two weeks out of my life anyway. She's moving out at the end of the month.
Meanwhile, lost another contest but I might have gained on another (that money I won last week) because it's been over 24 hours since I posted the order and they guarantee to double it if they don't ship it in that timeframe (does idiotic dance of glee.)
The dog is furious that I've washed the floor. Her toes don't grip it as well when there's no dirt, and there's no food lying around in little particles because I cleaned them all up. Shame on me. When she starves to death from lack of crumbs (a likely scenario only in the event she hasn't gotten a biscuit in the last five hours) or tries to walk backwards and breaks a hip falling on her (ample) ass, she can blame me.
It appears, despite radar giving evidence to the contrary, that it's going to rain.
I've done all I can do to prepare for dinner until Mum arrives home in about twenty minutes, so I'm going to take it a bit easy for a while.
Ta,
Bec
I'm sleeping on the couch tonight and for the next two weeks because (as I've said before) Ra and me sleep at different hours from each other (she's a night owl and a midday riser; I crash at 10 and get up at 7. Damn fibro.) Better to end the fight before it starts and just give up my bed for awhile. I can't help the way I sleep - if I try to stay up at night I usually wind up nodding off at 11:30 anyway (that, again, is my fibromyalgia), and my cursed internal clock adores waking me up at 7 even if I went to bed late the night before, so I might as well give up and go to bed at a reasonable hour.
If I don't get enough sleep, I have a hundred times as much trouble with my Asperger's, my ADD, my math/spatial disability, AND my fibro. In other words, tiredness turns me into an attention deficited socially backwards directionally challenged human being who couldn't do a simple math problem to save her life, SO I require a good eight hours of sleep a night to be able to even form a simple sentence most days (you see my problem.) If my brain can barely manage life on a good night's rest, how the HELL can I ask it to manage on less than it requires?
And I can hardly expect Ra to change her ways and shut the Wii off at 10 when I want to sleep, so I just compromise. It's only two weeks out of my life anyway. She's moving out at the end of the month.
Meanwhile, lost another contest but I might have gained on another (that money I won last week) because it's been over 24 hours since I posted the order and they guarantee to double it if they don't ship it in that timeframe (does idiotic dance of glee.)
The dog is furious that I've washed the floor. Her toes don't grip it as well when there's no dirt, and there's no food lying around in little particles because I cleaned them all up. Shame on me. When she starves to death from lack of crumbs (a likely scenario only in the event she hasn't gotten a biscuit in the last five hours) or tries to walk backwards and breaks a hip falling on her (ample) ass, she can blame me.
It appears, despite radar giving evidence to the contrary, that it's going to rain.
I've done all I can do to prepare for dinner until Mum arrives home in about twenty minutes, so I'm going to take it a bit easy for a while.
Ta,
Bec
9.5.12
Another One Gone!
Didn't get the Rhinelander job (didn't even score an interview.) This is only the tenth or eleventh time I've applied, and it's going to damn well be the last. I clearly don't count for very much around here; I've already sworn that when I come back with a published book and do a poetry reading or a book signing, it'll be somewhere else besides Rhinelander. They flat-out refused to give me an academic letter in high school purely because my accomplishments had nothing to do with sports. The newspaper didn't report my undergrad graduation, and despite being handed the information for my Masters degree, that hasn't appeared in the paper either. They're too busy reporting the crimes of my former high school classmates.
I need to get out of this town.
Meanwhile, I won ten bucks on a website. One up in a whole sea of downs.
Sigh.
Nothing much going on with me otherwise. Talk to you soon.
Ta,
Bec
I need to get out of this town.
Meanwhile, I won ten bucks on a website. One up in a whole sea of downs.
Sigh.
Nothing much going on with me otherwise. Talk to you soon.
Ta,
Bec
5.5.12
103 Poems and Counting
Having reorganised my poetry collection, I found out I'm up to 103 poems in the current version of Poetimistic. That's a pretty fine number considering I only write new ones every couple of months now; with the novel going at a fairly good clip now, I don't write as many of them as I used to. It's okay - I'm happy with a few good ones a year rather than a hundred crappy ones.
That said, the poems are in order in the computer, and I'm trying to keep things very well organized and set up so that I can print them off in order when I like and update the book. Easy peasy.
The novel's going fine. I've got a timeline of prestory events now so I can keep track of the character's ages and their full names (Rowan's, Tiernan's and Carden's being exceptionally long ones because of their royal status.) I hope to get more done tomorrow.
I'm off to bed. I'm very tired.
Ta,
Bec
That said, the poems are in order in the computer, and I'm trying to keep things very well organized and set up so that I can print them off in order when I like and update the book. Easy peasy.
The novel's going fine. I've got a timeline of prestory events now so I can keep track of the character's ages and their full names (Rowan's, Tiernan's and Carden's being exceptionally long ones because of their royal status.) I hope to get more done tomorrow.
I'm off to bed. I'm very tired.
Ta,
Bec
1.5.12
Herb Garden Is Definitely in Business
My herb garden was planted on Saturday afternoon.
Apparently, some of the seedlings decided to make up for lost time. By today, one of them had emerged from hiding and by now has broken the surface of the little dirt thing it began in. I could have probably sat there and watched the thing move all by itself.
Some of the plants are on the slow path and haven't quite managed to break the top yet, and I'm sure they're all feeling the pressure from Mr. Speedy in the middle of the box.
I love plants, but haven't had the room or the light to give them a good home. Hopefully I won't have to leave my little herbies behind.
Nothing about anything is going on. Watched Wreckers (another Cumberbatch movie) and found him to be the most stable of the whole cast of characters, even when he was beating the snot out of his brother with a croquet mallet.
The movie was kind of sucky, and it seemed geared to kick poor David repeatedly and with vigor (that's the character Cumberbatch was playing). Sure, in the end the wife got what she wanted but did he?
Ah, and that's the question the movie doesn't answer. Damn.
It's on Youtube (that's where I found it) in 9 sections. Will take you about an hour and a half to get through it.
Gotta go start dinner.
Ta,
Bec
Apparently, some of the seedlings decided to make up for lost time. By today, one of them had emerged from hiding and by now has broken the surface of the little dirt thing it began in. I could have probably sat there and watched the thing move all by itself.
Some of the plants are on the slow path and haven't quite managed to break the top yet, and I'm sure they're all feeling the pressure from Mr. Speedy in the middle of the box.
I love plants, but haven't had the room or the light to give them a good home. Hopefully I won't have to leave my little herbies behind.
Nothing about anything is going on. Watched Wreckers (another Cumberbatch movie) and found him to be the most stable of the whole cast of characters, even when he was beating the snot out of his brother with a croquet mallet.
The movie was kind of sucky, and it seemed geared to kick poor David repeatedly and with vigor (that's the character Cumberbatch was playing). Sure, in the end the wife got what she wanted but did he?
Ah, and that's the question the movie doesn't answer. Damn.
It's on Youtube (that's where I found it) in 9 sections. Will take you about an hour and a half to get through it.
Gotta go start dinner.
Ta,
Bec
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