Like Trying to Hide the Daylight From the Sun

I woke up this morning and found some interesting drafts of emails open on my computer.  I don't know if any actually got sent; so, a blanket explanation as follows:

I was working on thesis pretty much all day Tuesday and yesterday morning and coming up with great steaming piles of monkey dung.  When I'm frustrated by that kind of writer's block I tend to go looking for some hard physical labor -  my body pleasantly sore and exhausted, I usually have a brain that makes more sense afterwards.  Don't know why, but it works.

So, no problem - I have a local co-op where friends live that I'm always happy to help out with things.  We were digging new planting beds, getting good progress in.  Until I lift the shovel up one extra bit.  And dislocated my shoulder - my right one did it once about ten years ago and ever since it'll do it again if you ask nice enough.  Still hurts like... well, it's not good.  The guys popped it back in - which somehow always hurts worse. And then they gave me an old prescription muscle relaxant for the pain and got me home.

Which can be the only explanation for some of the wacky shit I was apparently writing to people last night.

Moral of the story: always be careful when your buddies at hippie co-ops offer you pain killers.

I know I've been out of touch and that's only going to get worse for the next month.  Sorry guys!

1.  Reverse Big Bang fic is done!  And 25,000 words long - only five times the minimum, heaven help me.  And the art for it is amazing - can't wait for the rest of you to see it on November 7.  So much love to jjhunter and dollarformyname for working with me on it.

2.  xover_exchange fic is half written. 

3.  Need to work on my report now.

I'm not keeping up on anything, I'm dreading the election results tonight, but fuck it, I'm going to go see Neil Gaiman, so I'm just going to laugh and keep pressing on.

Was supposed to do a number of things today.  Wound up sitting on the side of the road with my brother waiting for the Triple A truck to show up for two hours.  So, hanging out with baby brother?  Accomplished.  What feels like a mild case of heat exhaustion?  Hydrating as we speak. 

We did go and see Red instead of going hiking due to aforementioned probable heat-stroke - it did the comic justice (boy, the Boomers are grouchy about aging, but that was in the source material) and the cast was fantastic.  But things of writing that require concentration and thought?  Those are going to have to wait until morning, when I don't feel like I have the hangover from hell.

In case there was any doubt as to how much of a fan-girl I am:

My team just won the Masters of the Whedon-verse Pub Quiz.  Against thirty-three other teams.  By ten points.  And there were only three of us (out of a maximum of six) on our team (J & C - if you see this, ladies, you rock my world).

::sings:: I got a hundred doll-ars, I got a hundred doll-ars! /singing

Where's Freddie Mercury when I need him?

Link is located here:

1,000+ word fic with a starting bid of $1

We'll see if it gets any takers

ETA: Current bid is $5.  Woot!

So I'm in the middle of the day after being sick - which is quite a bit different than the day after being hung over.  Last night I woke up at 9:30 (because drowsing eighteen hours out of the day for four days plays all sorts of hell with your internal clock), managed to survive the three minutes that it takes to microwave chicken noodle soup, and then inhaled it for all that it was worth.  I drank some water and then conked out for another twelve hours of blessedly dreamless sleep (my fever dreams are seriously messed up).

This morning I popped open my computer to see what's been going on while I've been busy counting the tulips on the wallpaper in my parent's bathroom (they seriously need some more entertaining wallpaper).  It appears that I emailed some people - I'm sorry if those emails were curt/rude/nonsensical, I honestly don't remember sending most of them.  I appear to be watching several threads on spnpermanon, and apparently I've been posting there - hope to hell I'm not a troll, but all things are possible.  Also, I apparently lost my mind and commented while logged in on an RPS story, finally letting the cat out of the bag on the last of my secret guilty pleasures.  I feel much freer now, but I've always had a thing for shamelessness.  And looking back on the story I commented on, at least it was a good one. 

And then I notice that holy mother of hell, OpenOffice is closed.  Understand: OpenOffice is never closed on my computer.  It's more likely for Firefox to be closed, and that happens... well, I understand that Internet Addiction is either in the DSM IV or will be in the DSM V and next to that definition will be a picture of me.  So, yeah, OpenOffice is closed, and so it was with great trepidation that I opened it back up and checked my recent documents.

Next chapter of AGAHTL?  Gone.  My outline for my Master's Report project that I hate but know I can do and get the hell out of grad school?  Gone.  Fifteen pages of BigBang beta?  Gone (but not gone as far back as it should be, curious, there are notes on it marked yesterday, which means I actually noticed this yesterday but was too sick to care about my own stuff, but feeling guilty about being a bad-Beta, cause that's how I roll).  TEN THOUSAND WORDS OF MY CASTIEL/JACK HARKNESS PLOT BUNNY? GONE.  And that may be the mofo that kills me, because I love that damn story so much and I'm finally writing a slash story I believe in and I was so bloody close to finally sending it to beta but now I'm back to a bare opening scene, and I might just cry here and now. 

Instead I read a schmoopy as hell curtain-fic and took three hours to eat a sandwich.  Sigh.  Anyway - getting the flu in the middle of the summer sucks, I miss you all.

I thought I was inured by the end, thought there was no mistake that could send me back to the liquor cabinet.  Then I read this:

The American Colonization Party [sic] focused on the enlightenment of Africans.  Converting Africans to that of American ways proved to be successful yet difficult when it cam to convincing Africans to move to American land.  Nevertheless, with locations such as Liberia founded, Africans would still become a part of the United States growing reformed change.

Seriously.  Now they're just fucking with me.

My dearly beloved Roomie is not a participant in fandom, but she watches most of the same things that I do, reads a lot of the same things I do, and teases me for my fanfiction and internet addiction in general.  This leads to exchanges like this one from last night, when I finally watched Avatar on her parents' Home Theater System of Doom:

Me:  Eww... ganglia.  Do the Na'vi stick those into everything?
Roomie:  Pretty much.  They also have tails.
Me:  ::shudders::  Remind me never to read the fanfic.
Roomie:  ::grins::  Rule 34 is a cruel mistress.

( Some other fun fandom observations from Roomie in the last few weeks )
In other news, my sncross_bigbang  fic got claimed by an artist!  It's very exciting, I can't wait to see what she comes up with.  I'm also looking at the story for the first time in about a week this weekend - having given myself a break, I'm hoping I'll be able to see the text with clearer, more objective eyes.  Deadline's May 3rd for both me and the artist, it's going to be really exciting for me to see what this fic's final form looks like (and you'll all be happy that I've stopped nattering about it)

Mmm... okay, about a half gallon of whiskey and I don't really want to think about how many cigarettes later (there's a reason I went with Marianne Faithful for the title here), a few thoughts and anecdotes from SxSW:( Links, recs, and drunken celebrity sightings... )

And thus spring break ends.  As for my big bang fic, Dean is safely ensconced with Nanny Ogg and Granny Weatherwax, so I think I'm only a couple thousand words from the end, which is good, because at some point this semester I should maybe write something academic.  Just for shits and giggles, y'know.