Hello virtual world!  *waves with both hands*  I don’t know if anyone is reading this journal anymore but I thought I’d jump in and babble for a while since the stars have aligned and K is actually NAPPING.  OMG.  A miracle.  *pees pants out of excitement*

I’m still attempting to do hard drive housekeeping.  As with most things of late, it’s sporadic, unpredictable and sort of manic.  *waves the white flag of surrender at life*  Ugh.

Title: The Pieces You Carry
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~1450
Warnings: Language
Summary: The summer after Sam is gone, Dean drives.  Pre-S6.
Disclaimer: I don’t own any part of the Supernatural universe.
A/N: The result of a flash prompt from hugemind.  I finally got around to capping off the end.  I hope you enjoy the rest, sweets!

Once upon a time there was a little girl who was wonderfully naive and unknowingly happy in her ignorant bliss (because how can you know you’re happy about not knowing things you don’t know yet?).  Then that little girl grew up and had her own little girl and began learning how much she really didn’t know ever.  And she began to think about conversations she’d had as a little girl with her parents and how there must be some sort of omniscient and all-knowing cosmic justice league somewhere laughing their faces off at her now. 

Little girl: If there’s Mother’s Day, then why isn’t there a Kid’s Day?
Parents in unison: Because every day is Kid’s Day.
Little girl: But I don’t get presents everyday.  No fair.

*facewall*

Today we tried out a new music class, which consisted of about 8 other parents/babies (babies ranged in age from 10-16.5 months).  T spent probably 35 minutes of the 40 minute session running the perimeter of the circle, dancing in the middle of the circle, visiting all the other kids, trying out other peoples’ laps, playing with the group leader's demonstration doll, and dashing to the door to play with the doorknob.  The 5 minutes she was with me was because I was holding her as we whoosed through the air to music.  I know I’m suppose to nurture her little self and help direct her natural tendancies blah blah, but, OMG, I have to get this out:

There are kids who will just sit still for 10’s of minutes at a time?!?! 

I don’t know what to do with this information.

I found myself staring in wonderment at all the other kids sitting quietly in their mom’s/grandmother’s laps.  And then wondering why the hell my kid won’t sit still.  And then starting to be alarmed while words like “ADHD” began to zip through my head.  And then I felt terrible for thinking those things instead of being proud that T is so daring and fearless and naturally curious, which led to doubting my parenting abilities, which led to fears about having an out-of-control and dysfunctional kid who will never be able to have a happy and well-adjusted life.  And all the while we’re singing “Hickory Dickory Dock” and shaking plastic egg maracas.  I felt like I was having some silent existential crisis.

Then I went home, fed T, read her stories, put her down for her nap, took one look at the dirty dishes on the kitchen counter and the food refuse from lunch splattered on the floor (and wall), went straight to the cupboard and got a container of dark chocolate peanut butter cups, walked past the dirty bathrooms and the buzzing dryer, and plugged myself into my computer where I’m now listening to a stupid Katy Perry song on repeat (WTH?!) and going slowly and quietly insane.  Jesus.

P.S. So apparently when under duress, I eat peanut butter cups and I watch TED.  Here's a honest and humorous look at the reality of parenting, taboos and all. 

In another lifetime I pretended to write fic.  But most of the time what came out was lame and over indulgent so I would just stockpile everything on my HD and then delete it whenever I felt the need to purge and organize my life ... very therapeutic.  Anyway, in 2011 I've somehow decided not to press the delete key.  Yikes.  So, f-list, have some fic.  :)

Title: You’re the answer I should know
Rating: R
Word Count: 5,200
Warnings: violence, language
Summary: Hell recycles.
Disclaimer: I don’t own any part of the Supernatural universe.
A/N: A reinterpretation of who Meg was.  

I officially feel like a walking zombie.  As in brain dead and aimless.  The new semester is about to start and not having any classes to prepare for, I think I'm on the verge of hysteria.  Whoever would've guessed that staying at home and taking care of a 1 year old would be so rewarding and simultaneously mentally destabilizing.  *is slowly going insane*  On top of that I feel like I'm intellectually constipated to the point that I'm starting to seriously wonder if something is damaged.  So in order to make myself do something besides domestic things and in the spirit of cleaning out the old and bringing in the new for a new year, every week I'm going to post some fandom-related project that has been lingering on my hard drive for eons until they're all gone.  Yep.  No matter how many typos and incomplete thoughts, no matter how old the project *waves at SPN S3*, no matter how purple the prose or ridiculous the plot, no matter how much of a disaster it is, I'm going to post it.  Prepare yourselves for ... I don't even know (see? I can't even come up with a suitable analogy) this journal is going to become an excavation site of an ancient and ugly landfill called bowtrunckle's hard drive dump.  Feel free to wave your pompoms, groan into your hands, silently pity me and my lack of brainwaves *beep beep beep booooooooooooo*, or join me in my housekeeping.  :D

That being said, here's the first dump.  Whew, I already feel better deleting this file.  One down and who knows how many to go!

Bargggh!  Hello, flist!  Breaking radio silence!  :D  I feel like I've been stuck in a well for the last month or two or five, but (I think?) I've escaped for now.  *looks around*  Freedom means fandom dorkery, which means Show, which means mindless nattering, which sometimes means meta.  \o/  So ... after watching this past week’s episode of "Glee", I’ve finally figured out what’s been bothering me about SPN this season. 

So does anyone know anyone who knows anything about making animated .gifs?  *hopeful smile* 

Like this:

spnvidrecs

One Song Two Vids
Just like SPN is shared story of two brothers with their own perspectives, different vids with various POVs can be made from the same song.  My inner geek finds a vidder’s lyric interpretation and how they choose to make their story come alive with editing, clip choice, and effects interesting.  Here are some of my favorite paired vids to tickle your inner geek.

</fck:meta> Eye-Popping External-Source Material
Seamlessly integrated external-source material can enhance a vid’s narrative or emphasize the visual commentary by providing clips outside of canon.  Here are a couple of standout vids where it’s hard to tell (if you didn’t know ever scene from every SPN episode) when clips from SPN end and snippets from elsewhere begin.

Interesting Effects, Unique Style
Vids can act as character commentaries, visual meta on theme, fandom, and larger social issues as well as retell a story (narrative and recap vids) or be a vehicle for new stories (AU vids), and convey other deep and meaningful things I know nothing about.  But, at the heart of the matter, we watch vids because they’re pretty and fun.  Here are some of my favorite pretty vids with interesting effects and unique styles that make them fun to watch.

How-could-these-not-have-been-rec’ed?! Recs
The title is self-explanatory. :)

Newly released vid rec's for June: week 1, week 2, week 3, week 4, week 4.5

Then I got a banner for basically sitting around and watching vids!  :D  Now if RL only worked like this...