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Only here, among you all, can I gleefully point to a sentence in a story I'm reading and not have anyone look at me funny.

"You could hear a pube drop in the silence that follows."

That's so -- you guys, this author -- I mean, she -- and then with the -- ahahahahahahaha!

So between the holidays practically here and me panicking over what to get my kids for Christmas, I haven't been posting much. I'm still around, but I can never think of anything to say. Other than stuff like "Went to work again today. Coworkers still uncooperative asshats. Came home. There was construction. Gonna go make a sandwich now."

To everyone who's going through the same kinda rough patch: Hang in there. We'll all get through this.

I'm always delighted to peruse the tags at AO3. Especially when I'm new in a fandom and a character -- who we'll say is "mentally negligible" -- is listed in the warnings as being competent.

What a lovely thing to warn for. Heh.

So there's a few things I've been reading lately.

I'm helping beta this really kick-ass Merlin/Arthur D/s thing and I can't wait till it's posted and everyone else can squee with me too.

I'm still following a few WIPs in Sherlock, Losers, Generation Kill, and Avengers. I manage to not-check my email notifications until late in the day, using it as a kind of treat system to motivate myself during work. Every time something pings, I get all bouncy and excited and then, of course, I have to go re-read the previous chapter to remind myself where we were.

And then there's Teen Wolf.

Yes, I'm all caught up now with the episodes. Nope, I actually think the plot's a little hokey and inconsistent. Yep, the actors are freakin' gorgeous, but hey, it's based in California, whaddya expect? The writing, though... I can see why they wanna ship Stiles with absolutely everyone, the kid's adorable. (Yes, I can call him a kid, the actor's fifteen years younger than I am, and playing a character six years younger than that. Don't judge me.)

Here's a thing, though. When you're writing a story and the main group of characters has a Secret Hideout, one that no one is supposed to know about, you do NOT, under ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, have food delivered to that location. You know who police like to make contacts with? Delivery drivers! "Hey, Gary, seen anything weird lately?" "Yeah, actually, it was the oddest thing, man. Half a dozen people wanted pizza in an old abandoned industrial complex. Super weird, right?"

/facepalm

...Okay, you're all fired. Whyyyyyy didn't anyone bother to mention that Oscar Jaenada is in Pirates of the Caribbean 4?!?!

And he has polysyllabic sentences! In ENGLISH!

*rewinds*

Radio commercial heard on the way home:

"...we go at it all day long and when it's over, we treat ourselves to a nice chocolate-topped ice cream cone--"

Tell me I'm not the only one whose brain went where it went.

Spent the afternoon at -- if their propaganda is to be believed -- one of the ten largest water parks in the U.S. Took both my sons, and my knitting, and could not find a place to park to save my life. Turns out this was also Girl Scout Day. Soooooo many little people, in pigtails and screaming at the tops of their very healthy lungs. Oh, my head.

I am sunburned. But only on my right side! Apparently my hair in a braid being draped down one shoulder was sufficient to partially preserve my pasty white chest. ...The other half is a bright, angry red, obviously if I'm stupid enough to forget to use sunscreen the next time, I should just put my hair in *two* braids and pretend to be Pippi.

The water park was fun, mostly. I'm not fond of the rides, though the little ones loved 'em, so I sat in the (not dense enough) shade while they queued. (My sons are eleven and twelve, they stayed together, one's taller than me, I'm not a horrible parent, really.) I worked on my knitting. Pro: a LOT of people complimented me on my work, but they almost had to see it I was sitting on the concrete sidewalk and had to be stepped around. (Chairs were for food patrons only, apparently.) Con: I had to pay an average of fifty dollars for the privilege to sit there and do a couple hours of work with my yarn.

I get home, aloe vera up, and happily discover that the AO3 is better! Still not perfect, but better! I highly encourage everyone to consider donations to the OTW, if you're like me and use it daily for your fannish addictions. You can do that here.

How has everyone been? I MISSED YOU ALL. What's new?

You know what sucks?

When you find an author who's amazing and versatile and her stories are filled with all sorts of twists and turns and you can't wait to find out what happens next--

--and the story's not done. In fact, after looking over all her work, you realize that half of her stories aren't done. HALF. I'm talking over fifty fics, here, people. She starts out with such a good premise, and quirky character traits, and the snarkiest internal dialogue for some of the characters, AND THEN IT JUST KINDA STOPS.

I'mma be in my bunk. Pouting.

I tend to both look-forward-to and dread season finales for tv shows. Realistically, I understand that the television company wants to create tension, to leave us on tenterhooks, to keep us clamoring for "but what happened then?!" resolution. (I know quite a few authors who do the same thing, and it WORKS.) So I know it's coming. I know I'm gonna be excited about it and end up hating it all at the same time.

Once Upon a Time, you get all the awards, ever. EVERYTHING! Because you gave us Happy Endings and introduced a whole 'nother season's worth of problems all in the space of about a hundred seconds. You're my new favorite of all time.

Supernatural, I just don't even want to talk to you.

But it's NCIS. You. You evil bastard, you. Congratu-fucking-lations, you finally managed to break me. If what I could feel happening actually did happen? If you don't Fix-It in a major way? Then I'm completely frickin' done. I cried so hard my nose won't let me breathe now.

Grimm, I'mma warn you right-the-hell now. After tonight? If you mess with my head canon and screw up my peeps, I'mma crawl through this damn Internet and use Aunt Marie's thingies on you for hours. You got me?

I hate drama. It's one of the main reasons I don't watch meme communities much, or even a lot of drama series. I literally get uncomfortable and have to leave the room. I don't understand what it is, but I *feel* too much for the parties involved and want to divorce myself from the pain of it all.

So imagine my utter horror and humiliation at having instigated something at work. In the process of telling a coworker about the important things that she had missed happening last week, I informed a lot of people about a lie -- she'd say embellishment -- a manager had spread about another employee. So now the employee is pissed, the manager's about to get called on the carpet, and I wish I'd just kept my damned mouth shut.

I want to divorce myself from this too, but then I'd feel utterly horrified and humiliated and like a goddamned coward.

/morose