Digital Eclipse

Sekrit: I had a birthday yesterday! Okay, not so secret, because it's listed openly, but I usually don't bandy it around loudly. (handwave) People forget, or are thoughtless, or whatever, and it's just easier to keep it to myself than deal with it. They didn't know because I never told them, right? So it's not personal! Still loved, let the shiny continue. (Yes, it's a negative view of things, but it works for me.) This does not work so well with my family, but TBH, I'm used to my family spacing on personal issues. (Yes, Emma, I'm still sixteen. Ignore the credit card/car/job/etc. It's all in your head.)

That being said, yesterday was very ( Twilight Zone )

No writing was done yesterday, but that was deliberate, so I don't count it as a failure to write. ( Updates in that regard: )

Ow. OW. I'd rub my sore spot, but then I would be rubbing everything, and that's NSFW.

This weekend was... um, full, to say the least. I got all but one bit of my shopping done. Aunt Mary's gift is being ellusive. *sigh* That was pretty much all of Saturday. Saturday night was wrapping it all up. Sunday was made of ouchies. Here's the backstory:
( Horsey rambling )
In less owie news, I finished the last bit of my third prompt! \o/ I sort of want to run them through someone else's looking glass before I send them on. They're shorties, so it's not really needed, but I'd sort of like someone else's opinion on whether or not I managed the prompts. (waffles)

With luck (that is, the servers don't explode) I want to finish editing the NaNo this week. And then I need to find a beta for that. Ouch. @.@

ETA: A ramble. I had something weird happen while I was shopping at the mall on Saturday. I wore my Kingdom Hearts II shirt, right? Because I luffs it and it's comfy. I was stopped seven times by guys complimenting my shirt. This wasn't even in places like GameStop, which I could have understood. It was places like Dillard's, wha? Okay, I know they were probably hitting on me, but... why? I wasn't dressed up (seriously, my hair was disgusting and thus braided, and jeans + sneakers are not anything special), and I'm usually not hit on that often. Are female gamers that thin on the ground? Because by the time number four happened, I was starting to get mildly confused.

Jace is coming home! \o/

In short, he was anemic. The vet claims fleas and I'm inclined to agree. He likes to crawl under the house and shed, which is precisely where the sand fleas lurk. Worse, our fleas laugh at our control methods, since it's 29 acres and we can only even attempt to keep 1 acre clear. He also had an elevated white blood cell count, so he's getting antibiotics for that. (A cold..? They didn't say.)

However, I had to have a long, involved argument with the vet about his condition. ( Warning for Strong Language and F-Bombs )
TL;DR, my dogs are my children, and you do not fuck with my children.

ETA: Vet called back and tried to prescribe it again. KSA;FHDKLJHLADFHJKHEW'HFDSJKDSJK STOP THAT. Worse, this time they couldn't even tell me why, which I suspect translates as "we know you'll refuse". There is also a mystery Third Medication which no one seems to be able to tell me what it's for, never mind why I should pay $100 for it.

BRB Raging

Eventful day was eventful! First, tomorrow is Veterans Day, which means I, as a worker bee at an educational institute, will not be working. I plan to sleep, eat, and write. Not necessarily in that order.

First, Zippo finally popped! @-@ And she did it all over the house. New mothers, sigh. There were four total, but we lost one. :\ The other three are looking a little scrawny, but honestly, they always do. I don't know why. The good news is that it probably wasn't incest. Two of them came out black, and the other is really dark. That suggests that Teddy was the culprit, and thankfully he is not related to Zippo in any way. If anyone is in the Southeastern US area and interested in a companion around, oh, Christmas, PM me please. They're going to need homes, because I am not keeping them. I bring you pictures (with my shiny shiny new camera) under the cut: Before, After, and The Munchkins.
( PUPPEHS )
I also had an interesting talk with my aunt that kind of made me go oO. We were talking about how I was never really a social animal as a kid; I'd find a corner and read or draw rather than share gossip or whatever it is kids do when they're on the playground, and she shared a story. When I was little (okay, for like, 90% of my childhood), I had long hair. My mom, like many moms who have never had long hair, was kind of rough brushing it. She says that one time she asked how I stood it, and I told her that I "go away to a place where it doesn't hurt". That... um. Doesn't sound good to me. o.O; I'm not really worried, but it's just one of those weird things that make you look back on your childhood with new eyes and a wish for a manual of some sort.

I may have also had one of those upsetting moments when you look at a grainy old black and white photo and go "HEY, she's hot!" and then you read the text and find out it's your grandmother. D: TRAUMATIZED. I will get a copy of said pic up one day.

NaNo! NaNo hated me. No, really, I walked away from work today with words that I was certain I'd have to highlight and trash. I had no idea where I was going, wtf the boys were doing, and I was about a thousand words from breaking something--possibly Tony. It Was Not Working. They had veered so far off track that I had no clue what to do with them, and ended up spilling out a day of writing that I believed was horrifically OOC and, worse, would completely neuter a later scene that I actual need! I had huge chunks of text highlighted in green for later removal, and had reached the point where I'd considered randomly killing someone for the sake of plot. It was that bad.

And then I got into one of those conversations that make everything clear up. Well, I say conversation, but what I mean is that I monologued at my cousin until she gave me a solution just to shut me up. Not only did this salvage MASSIVE OOC CHUNKS OF TEXT, but it also moved the story along and gave me a reason to hand Steve some info he'll need for later. I still had to leave some chunks highlighted, but they're only about three hundred, rather than an entire day. So this plot twist around 25k? That's all her. I will name a villain in her honor. Maybe even one that lives. (collapse)

Totals! Today's word count is 30,877! Meaning I wrote 4,031 words, and I don't have to throw away a ton of it! *\o/* I only passed two quotas, but I'm so close to the next one that it's a gimme. :D Excepts/spoilers, of course.
( BOYS CONFUSE ME )

Homghomghomg. (hyperventilates) I have to repeat that I love my mother, but why is she sharing out my fic with her coworkers? .______________. Okay, so it's Boxes, which is pure kitteh fluff. The closest it comes to slash is kitteh!cuddling. STILL. (flail)

At least I managed to survive yesterday. I admit, it felt like a close one. Did everyone forget how to drive? D: FAERY DOES NOT APPROVE OF THESE SHENANIGANS.

In other news, I'm surprised how many short fics I've churned out in the past few weeks. Maybe the memes are good for me. I have 1: ~500 words Skrull!fic, 1: ~1000 word death!fic (sort of),and (the whopper) 1: ~13K pet!fic. That's only Kink Meme stuff in the past month. (scratches head) Which means it doesn't include a 300 word drabble, the 1K MA:A or anything I've done on WiPs. I didn't realize I was writing so much until I sat down and started thinking about it. I mean, Tony's Head!Fic is already up to ~13K and about a quarter of that is recent for Kripes' sake. (toes the carpet) So much for catching up on beta work. ¬¬; At least it keeps me from going Bursar on the faculty?

For my own reference, I reposted Last Chances and Aliens over at my fanworks comm. I'm not crossposting them anywhere, but I just like having everything all nice and snug in one place so I don't have to have a tab open that says "MARVEL KINK" when I'm passing time at work. ^^; The pet!fic is a more major undertaking because of the way it coalesced, so I'm definitely running that one through lyakahime.

It took me an hour to write this. MOAR COFFEH. Also, MOAR ICONS. I have new space! HEE! ♥

Family-like updates and a conundrum. See, my nephew (pause for moment of shock) is due December 22, and apparently the Mommy is starting to panic because "omgwedon'thaveaname!!!!" Personally, I don't think this is a panic-worthy cause, but what do I know? I'm not the one expecting.

It's a boy (or at least, that's what the ultrasound says, but if it turns out to be a girl I will lmao because they refuse to make contingency "whoops wrong sexed name" plans). There's been a gentleman's agreement that we don't do Jrs in our family (middle names, however, are frequently done), and they want something "unusual". Naturally, the moment anyone says "unusual" they look at me.;;

FLIST! Your task, should you accept it, is to come up with awesome names for my future minion nephew! Leave no stone unturned, not even the "normal" names, because seriously, some normal names are awesome enough to be worthy of merit, or simply sound nice when strung together. I've even been okay'd for fandom names, which tells me that they're desperate. Mommy dearest is nervous about the being-pregnant thing, so I recommended avoiding ones like "tumor", even though my cousins were totally called that up until birth. She was amused by "Hellspawn" however.

Names that have been used in my family within living generations: Edward (my father), Steven (my brother damnit), Hector (grandpa), Bob/Robert (uncle & cousin), Edgar (grandpa), Charles (uncle), Jim (uncle), Mark (uncle), Michael/Mike (uncle), Wayne (grandpa), Christian (nephew and big brother to be).

In retrospect, my family clearly sucks at names. No wonder they asked me for help.

Names I have already suggested (some seriously): Anthony, Skywalker, Laurence, Temeraire, Sora, Riku, Misha, Luke, Aiden, Xavier, Minion, Hellspawn, Daniel, Gramis, Samuel, Dean, Atheist/Agnostic/Buddhist/Muslim/Wiccan/AnythingNotChristian (see nephew), All XIII Organization Members (including Larxene), Mamoru, Darien, Clex, Charlee (shhhh), Castiel, Yed, Azazel, Brian, Bob Agent Of Hydra.

I admit, of all the possibilities, Anthony is my favorite. Not just for the reference (seriously, a Steven fathering an Anthony will break my brain—especially if the middle name ends up being homage to my Dad, Edward) but because I think it sounds very nice when combined with my last name.

@.@ (yaaaaaaaawn)

Mornings. IHU. I really, really, really do.

I forgot my flash drives at home today. D: I had them out last night (usually they reside in my purse) and forgot to put them back. I lose things a lot, but if I lose those I'm going postal. Time for backups, yes/yes? But it's evidence of how exhausted I am. I was planning on working on Kittens! today, but I guess I'll have to write real honest-to-100-words-precisely drabbles instead. I WILL WRITE. I just don't know what.

Hell, maybe I'll expand on Firefighter!Sora from the Growing Up thing. An OC? Or something from Supernatural (which I'm insanely far behind on, but waiting for the happy to come back so I can catch up). IDK, I'll think of something.

My brother got married on Monday. I just found out. (facepalm) Gods, this is weird. Suddenly I'm an aunt (she has a 2 year-old son), my parents are grandparents and he's a father... My head reels. That could be sleep dep though.

OMG I HAVE A SISTER NOW. O_O A legal one, not just P-chan who might as well be a sister and who passes as one when we informally need kin.

And I just realized that I never posted about Jen's (Steven's new wife ohgodsohgodsohgods) miscarriage. :x She lost the pregnancy. So there's no shotgun "need to marry nao nao nao nao!" rush. He just... wanted to marry her. And so he did. Mom is annoyed because he didn't wait until she got home (two days lol) and Dad is having fits because he just realized he's over 50. (2 years late, Dad.) I really don't know why this is so weird for me. Steven will be 30 in July for gods' sakes! But in my head, he's still 16 and trying to teach me how to tackle someone at the knees. (Hint: Most sports do not allow use of teeth, but they work.)