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Thanksgiving Report
Nov. 28th, 2004 11:45 amFor posterity, I record it here.
Good Thanksgiving
--I got to finish the book I was reading, "Son of Avonar", the first of Carol Berg's "Bridge of D'Arnath" series. It attracted me because on the back it said that the heroine finds this mystery man in the woods who is either retarded or mute, and he's the key to the whole plot, and I'm wondering, it'll be interesting to see how they do this. It was interesting, and damn, her characters are awesome, and for some reason even though all the evidence was there and I wanted to believe something of the sort, I never saw the end of the book coming. Already bought the second book.
--Just after I had given her up as a lost cause, who should awake from the land of the dead but![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
zinniazayda? We chatted and got back up to date on some of the brainstuff, anyway. Rhys and Morcant own my soul with their evil wonderfulness, and Tabitha is a happy kitten.
--Speaking of kittens, I saw mine. I don't need to spend time with them per se, I just need to see them around and have them yelp at me for a while, and then I feel better, and also usually highly allergic.
--Decent amounts of RPing, even if I don't have the lovely logs to look back at. <3 And some by email, which is new for me, but very shiny. I like it because if the other person's away and you're just dropping in to check your email you don't have to have ever interrupted the scene and can continue it on your own, so next time you get back to your seat, maybe you'll find the game continued without you. Progress!
--No more bleeding~
--Hrrm. Should say something about family here. Well, I saw Dad? Love Dad. Thanksgiving went okay? We saw slides of my grandparents' trip to Russia, and I now can write in Cyrilic, sorta. Nobody spontaneously combusted?
Bad Thanksgiving
--Except my laptop, which this weekend decided to send up sparks and start smoking with a sort of gleeful metal-burning scent I usually associate with sparklers at Fourth of July. It is well and truly dead this time. Farewell, ZERO, you bitch.
--With ZERO was lost about 3,000 words of NaNoWriMo I was too lazy to post. Damn my laziness! It's not irretrievable... Dad took out the hard drive and bought me a USB-HD adapter the wonderfulphinnia suggested, and he's going to get the file off it, and then I'll have a special bonus in the form of 30GB of extra portable storage space. ZERO's most useful incarnation yet, because it can't even commit suicide.
--I slacked on NaNo. I'm only at 43,000 instead of 44,000, and I don't have enough days left to do that. Will write on the train. Swear it.
--My mother decided to poke me and prod me and nag me about getting a cell phone while I was home, saying again and again that I needed one and she wanted me to have one. The day she had decided we were going to go and get one, I overslept a little, and apparently Mom decided not to wake me up or in any way notify me that the "window" of time in which she was willing to buy it was passing. So by the time I woke up she was like, "I already went out today. I don't feel like going out again. We'll go later this weekend. Oh? We can't? Then we won't get you a phone I guess." Jesus Moskowitz Christ, woman, consistency is a virtue. If you're going to nag me until I'm willing, then wake me up, or make the hideous sacrifice of going out after all of fucking NOON.
--My mother insisted on watching "Elf". When I explained to her why I didn't want to see dumb comedy with no soul or even attempt at intelligence (hi, I'm your daughter, I don't like lowest common denominator humor) she said, "You have no room to talk, with what you watch." That disgusted me beyond measure. The entire genre of anime, lowered to Elf in a single suggestion. As far as I can tell she is convinced that anime can be summed up with "people screaming a lot." Yeah, Mom, that's what happens when your only exposure to it is from another room when it's in a language you don't understand.
--My sister talks all over me to other people (she asks me a question, I answer indignantly, and without listening at all she immediately begins talking to Dad about a new topic that they then get into, so never mind, Kay) and spends a ridiculous amount of time with her friends. Don't you need to breathe? Is it REALLY a crime if you hang out with them "only twice" on your five day vacation, four days of which you spend either with family or deathly ill?
--Allergies, and my cat's fleas. You're not allowed on Mama's bed when you have fleas, you stupid cat.
( Book report follows. )
Leaving at 2:30, home by 8~
Good Thanksgiving
--I got to finish the book I was reading, "Son of Avonar", the first of Carol Berg's "Bridge of D'Arnath" series. It attracted me because on the back it said that the heroine finds this mystery man in the woods who is either retarded or mute, and he's the key to the whole plot, and I'm wondering, it'll be interesting to see how they do this. It was interesting, and damn, her characters are awesome, and for some reason even though all the evidence was there and I wanted to believe something of the sort, I never saw the end of the book coming. Already bought the second book.
--Just after I had given her up as a lost cause, who should awake from the land of the dead but
zinniazayda? We chatted and got back up to date on some of the brainstuff, anyway. Rhys and Morcant own my soul with their evil wonderfulness, and Tabitha is a happy kitten.--Speaking of kittens, I saw mine. I don't need to spend time with them per se, I just need to see them around and have them yelp at me for a while, and then I feel better, and also usually highly allergic.
--Decent amounts of RPing, even if I don't have the lovely logs to look back at. <3 And some by email, which is new for me, but very shiny. I like it because if the other person's away and you're just dropping in to check your email you don't have to have ever interrupted the scene and can continue it on your own, so next time you get back to your seat, maybe you'll find the game continued without you. Progress!
--No more bleeding~
--Hrrm. Should say something about family here. Well, I saw Dad? Love Dad. Thanksgiving went okay? We saw slides of my grandparents' trip to Russia, and I now can write in Cyrilic, sorta. Nobody spontaneously combusted?
Bad Thanksgiving
--Except my laptop, which this weekend decided to send up sparks and start smoking with a sort of gleeful metal-burning scent I usually associate with sparklers at Fourth of July. It is well and truly dead this time. Farewell, ZERO, you bitch.
--With ZERO was lost about 3,000 words of NaNoWriMo I was too lazy to post. Damn my laziness! It's not irretrievable... Dad took out the hard drive and bought me a USB-HD adapter the wonderful
phinnia suggested, and he's going to get the file off it, and then I'll have a special bonus in the form of 30GB of extra portable storage space. ZERO's most useful incarnation yet, because it can't even commit suicide.--I slacked on NaNo. I'm only at 43,000 instead of 44,000, and I don't have enough days left to do that. Will write on the train. Swear it.
--My mother decided to poke me and prod me and nag me about getting a cell phone while I was home, saying again and again that I needed one and she wanted me to have one. The day she had decided we were going to go and get one, I overslept a little, and apparently Mom decided not to wake me up or in any way notify me that the "window" of time in which she was willing to buy it was passing. So by the time I woke up she was like, "I already went out today. I don't feel like going out again. We'll go later this weekend. Oh? We can't? Then we won't get you a phone I guess." Jesus Moskowitz Christ, woman, consistency is a virtue. If you're going to nag me until I'm willing, then wake me up, or make the hideous sacrifice of going out after all of fucking NOON.
--My mother insisted on watching "Elf". When I explained to her why I didn't want to see dumb comedy with no soul or even attempt at intelligence (hi, I'm your daughter, I don't like lowest common denominator humor) she said, "You have no room to talk, with what you watch." That disgusted me beyond measure. The entire genre of anime, lowered to Elf in a single suggestion. As far as I can tell she is convinced that anime can be summed up with "people screaming a lot." Yeah, Mom, that's what happens when your only exposure to it is from another room when it's in a language you don't understand.
--My sister talks all over me to other people (she asks me a question, I answer indignantly, and without listening at all she immediately begins talking to Dad about a new topic that they then get into, so never mind, Kay) and spends a ridiculous amount of time with her friends. Don't you need to breathe? Is it REALLY a crime if you hang out with them "only twice" on your five day vacation, four days of which you spend either with family or deathly ill?
--Allergies, and my cat's fleas. You're not allowed on Mama's bed when you have fleas, you stupid cat.
( Book report follows. )
Leaving at 2:30, home by 8~