I claimed Table #2 for [livejournal.com profile] spn13, and here it is:

01 Risk. 02 Fear. 03 Agony. 04 Temptation. 05 Evil.
06 Desperation. 07 Broken. 08 Pain. 09 Tears. 10 Ruin.
11 Never. 12 Death. 13 Forbidden.

A fic responding to a prompt will be posted once every four weeks until all 13 are completed.
One thousand three hundred and ninety-seven words.

According to Tumblr culture, this picture merits a trigger warning.
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( Jul. 26th, 2014 12:56 am)
Nine hundred and eighty words.

I saw Hercules today because The Rock. There was also unexpected bonus Rufus Sewell. MMMmmm.

Did I mention The Rock?

Then I went to the grocery store to stock up for the weekend. Next weekend is the con, so I'm going to rest as much as possible until then.
One thousand one hundred and forty-four words.

Well, the dentist happened. Because my gums have been so long neglected, they cannot tolerate the hygienist prodding them, so it looks like I'll have a consultation with a periodontist who specializes in oral and I.V. sedation after I get back from my pilgrimage to Captain Kiwi. Ugh. It looks like a minimum of two more appointments. To scrape tartar.

I'm frustrated. Why can't I just sit in the dental chair and get my teeth cleaned like average people? Why does CP have to make everything a complicated, expensive fucking circus? Originally, the dentist was just going to give me injections of lidocaine and do it in his office, but the minute I casually mentioned fear of needles, it turned into this rigamarole. Dammit, man, just squirt some numbing agent on my gum, give me the jab, and GET ON WITH IT. I shouldn't have to undergo general anesthesia for a cleaning.

And you want to bet that's exactly what the periodontist is going to do, maybe with a side of Xanax or Valium? Only he'll charge seven times as much. Bah.

But! I went to pay the ridiculous second bill from the Internet/TV provider today, and they realized they had double-billed me. So that was an unexpected windfall.

The stress of the day has made me incredibly tired. I think it's going to be an early night.
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( Jul. 23rd, 2014 06:18 pm)
Five thousand seven hundred and sixty words since last update.

My deep-scale cleaning is tomorrow morning, and I am petrified. They're talking sedation with Versed, which actually does nothing for the pain, but makes you unable to remember the pain later. NOPE. I'm really going to lobby hard for Novocaine with topical numbing agent instead. It seems a far less cruel method. Yes, I'll be agitated until the first prick of the needle, but after that, I won't care, and there will be no hysterical screaming or risk of the hygienist driving the pick through my teeth because I jerked against the pain I won't remember.

In happier news, everything is in order for my trip to see Captain Kiwi and experience geek culture. Money has been procured, and I had four new tires put on the car. To say I am excited would be a gross understatement.
One thousand four hundred and four words today.

We came home this afternoon to find our neighborhood crawling with cops because a prisoner had escaped from the work crew down the street. Awesome. And no, they did not catch him.

In better news, I got four new tires for the car today. Better safe than sorry.
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( Jul. 15th, 2014 11:34 pm)
Six thousand seven hundred and ten words since last update.

After a protracted fapfest with their billing partner, my ISP joined a new billing provider. What does this mean for me? Why, that I now get to pay an additional $260+ to them this month on top of the amount I just paid eight days ago. It's just a one-time, minor inconvenience, they reassure me so perkily.

FUCK YOU, YOU BASTARDS! It is not a minor inconvenience. I am on a fixed income and already dealing with unexpected financial obligations with the new dentist. It is a major pain in the ass. It is also not my fucking problem that you got into a pissing match with your billing provider because--I swear to God--you had to manually enter payment info into your system. You prissy bitches. So now you expect me to pay twice for the same month of service. LICK MY SWEATY, ENRAGED CRACK, YOU SIMPERING ASSHOLES.

~sigh~ I can do it, thank God, but if Roomie and I hadn't been merciless tightwads in preparation for our upcoming trip, we'd've been fucked.

Speaking of the trip, the con posted its schedule today. In addition to Karl, there's a horror film festival, a video game tournament, and a VIP afterparty on Saturday, which I'm eligible to attend. Who knows what I'll make it to, but at least it won't be a one-event gig.
Two thousand four hundred and forty-eight words since last update.

So, as I mentioned on Tumblr yesterday, I found a dentist after YEARS of searching. The dentist was amazing. He listened and examined thoroughly and asked questions and listened to the answers. I LOVE HIM, and will be his patient until one of us dies.

His verdict? My teeth are in very good shape, though he can see clear evidence of grinding. No cavities. My gums, however...

I need a deep-scale debridement of huge pockets of tartar below the gumline, so I'll likely have to be heavily-sedated or deeply-anesthetized to allow them to get it out. Not fun, but I like my teeth and want to keep them, so back I go.

When it's over, I'm going to feel awesome, and I won't be afraid to smile at Captain Kiwi. Bless this dentist and his sweet hygienist. Bless his patience with my involuntary twitching. Bless him for caring about my broke, spastic ass.
Twenty-eight thousand two hundred and eighty-five words for June. Six thousand seven hundred and eighty-six words since last update.

As you can see, my posting here has declined drastically of late. Tumblr is simply easier and less intensive, and though I'm still adjusting to an image-based social model, it's fun to just post pretty pictures and squee. I even had a bit of AH meta discussion last night.

I'm still writing, and I'll continue to post here because I cannot wean myself from written communication altogether, but daily updates are likely a thing of the past.
Seven hundred words today.

Tumblr RP culture confounds me. Sometimes I have to remind myself that it's for fun and stop myself from sending them an ask that says, "But whyyyyyy would your character do or say that?" There's one person I follow, and I just... It's not that her characters are self-inserts; hell, that's practically my online pastime, and I'd be a giant hypocrite for knocking it, but GODDAMN, are they such blatant Sues. She's always the sexiest, smartest, and kindest person in the vicinity. She's sensual, gracious, and unfailingly polite. She always has the best plan and the mot juste, and oh, my God, it's incredibly grating to watch otherwise authoritative, characters defer to her. At one point, she orders both McCoy and Kirk around. And they meekly submit. LOL, no. I know it's irrational, but it's made me actively irritated at times. Thus far, I have managed to keep my fingers shut on the matter, but damn.

Yes, I'm a judgmental cunt, but after years of suppressing it in the name of civility. I've decided I no longer care. Maybe I should install Tumblr Savior and filter that crap out before I snap.
Three thousand four hundred and sixty words since last update.

Happy forty-seventh birthday, Richard Z. Kruspe! May it be filled with laughter and love. To celebrate, a picspam:

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( Jun. 21st, 2014 11:56 pm)
One thousand and seventy-three words today.

LJ is dead, Jim. I've been here for eleven years, and I never expected it to wither as it has. People will always want to write and talk and post their thoughts and share their art. They'll always want to be part of a social circle.

Not here, they don't. This place is a VFW on the outskirts of the desert that smells of cheap booze and old soldiers and slow decay. Tumblr might be vapid, but at least it's alive. I've interacted more in the last week than I have on LJ in the past year. Nothing deep or momentous, but it's there. I call out, and voices answer, even if it's only a passing greeting.

It's a nice feeling.
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( Jun. 17th, 2014 09:59 pm)
One thousand two hundred and twenty words today. Every bit of it was Black Hat porn, and now I am decidedly sticky. Let us not elaborate further.

For SHAME, Karl! LOL.
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( Jun. 17th, 2014 12:14 am)
Nine hundred and seventy-eight words today.

A Dogshaming gem.
Nine hundred and seventeen words today.

OMG, con attendee, what did you do to rile the golden retriever?
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( Jun. 11th, 2014 04:58 pm)
Three thousand five hundred and twenty-nine words since last update.

No! Stop that! He's a Disney creature.
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( Jun. 9th, 2014 08:50 pm)
Nine hundred and ninety-nine words today.

Ngggh. Karl, why do you do this to me? You just keep getting hotter.
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( Jun. 8th, 2014 03:13 pm)
One thousand one hundred and ninety-eight words today.

For some reason, Tumblr is choking the life out of Firefox, so I'm running it in another browser.

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( Jun. 5th, 2014 08:37 pm)
Nine hundred and eighty words today.

While I can't foreesee myself picking up stakes and moving to Tumblr full-time, it is a cornucopia of pretty, pretty pictures and a low-stress means of dealing with fandom.

Dear MBAM,

Bite me. No, I will not install a program update for a program I just installed a few months ago when it was hours old, and I should not have to update the entire build just to receive database updates. I've used you happily for years, but no more.

I wonder if he does it with that same jubilant expression of Teletubbyesque joy.
Four thousand seven hundred and thirty-seven words today.

That's right; today, I wrote nearly five thousand words of unadulterated Priest porn. Apparently, the universe needed a total balance job after that godawful book. It needs to be cleaned up a bit, but it's otherwise done.

This guy tapped some serious ass.


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