The Wanderings and Ramblings

Hello flist,

Just a quick post to say everything is fine, but I'm bowing out of daily LJ stuff for a while.  I'll be visiting occasionally, lurking, posting the presents from that last friends meme, and hopefully doing some drive-by commenting.  :)  My response to convo threads will likely be tardy and far and few in between, but please know I still care and want to keep up with everyone when I can.  Even though I may not comment, I'll still be visiting/reading.  *hugs to everyone*

Also, I want to thank fannishliss for her beautifully written fic, "Why Sam Winchester Hates Death Cab for Cutie".  It's lovely and achy and full of that addictive Winchester codependent dysfunction.  Mmm, love/angst, my favorite Winchester flavor.  Thanks again, sweets.  I love it. 

"Sam knows the language. That’s kind of the problem. He’d learned the language at the knee of the boy who’d invented it. A language consisting entirely of longing, loyalty, love, and the deepest need, the most wholehearted self-sacrifice Sam could ever imagine."

I've been hibernating from LJ for the last month or so.  We've had a couple of friends visiting for the past week, there have been many pre/post-holiday/Thanksgiving/yay-Nature-publication parties to throw/attend, I caught a cold, and it's the end of the term with mucho marking and writing of exams and panicky/suicidal students (literally, no joke).  Also, pesky things like life maintenance (a vacuum, what's that?) suddenly needed to be done.  A has decided the best way to trick me into suddenly declaring his version of "Jihad" (I know, not really funny except when scrounging around on your hands and knees, picking up rock hard mystery packages wrapped in tinfoil from the bottom of the freezer) on the dust bunnies under the stove/oven and the scary pieces of stuff that didn't make it into the garbage and collect in the back corners of the under-the-kitchen-sink cabinet is to invite friends to stay with us.  Now this house is SO CLEAN I feel like I should take a picture of the spaces between my couch cusions and the sparkling heating duct vents and send them to my mom with a drawing of stick-man victory arms and giant speech bubble that says, "PROOF." 

I've been having crazy dreams, prompting me to patter downstairs in the dark morning and scribble incomplete sentences into my writing journal.  Yes, the writing journal that I have not picked up since writer's class.  I've been getting bizarre urges to write stories again.  Not just a one-shot or something sensible as one would do when gearing up (hello, helmet, meet my head) to get back on the proverbial horse, but giant sprawling plot-driven stories that reach ungodly proportions and teetering heights just in my head.  *headdesk*  And in acknowledgment of my oh-writing-yay-omg-wait-whatamIdoingandwhy? kick, I think I should adopt a personal motto.  These are the ones I've come up with:

I'm an underachieving overachiever who has dreams of one day being just an efficient procrastinator.
Never be reasonable when you can be insane.
Bigger is better ... and BIGGER. 
Driving yourself crazy is entertaining for everyone, especially small children and cats.

And if you're interested, the above dorkery is what occupies my head for about 10 minutes of my hour+ commute to work.  The other 50 minutes or so is spent thinking about sports.  Like the promotional campaign for the new Canadian league of bare-chested hockey ("Pass the puck and be buck!") and the health and safety of golfers using unhygienic ball washers....

( GOOGLE EYES )

Hello flist! 

I'm back from my hiatus during the hiatus.  *looks around*  It feels like forever since I've visited my own journal, I feel like I got sucked off the face of earth and into a black hole called RL. 

( There really is a guy named Goodspaceguy... )
This just reinforces my belief that reality is stranger than fiction and there really is something in the water here.  Long live DEMOCRAZY!  Go USA!  *makes crazy faces and waves an Olympic flag and hugs Spaceship Earth and defends mute birds and disabled bees and rolls a joint and runs for congress* \o/

My LJ has morphed into a giant SPN squee fest, so I'm going to try to balance things out a bit and return to my old LJ habits with more personal posts. 

Finally, a meme: Pick 10 people and give them the "You Make My Day" award. If you're picked, you are charged with picking 10 of your own (please don't feel the need to add me to your list if you do it).
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You guys are great (as is the rest of my flist)!  *hugs* 

Lately I’ve been experiencing LJ constipation. Symptoms? Being completely devoid of anything to say about anything and feeling overwhelmed at the thought of thinking about anything else besides thinking about nothing and lurking like some guilty kleptomaniac hanging about the kid’s Christmas donation bin at Target. I blame work, work, work and the stress of shopping at Crate and Barrel at 2 pm on a Saturday (foolish, I know, but I had a gift certificate and an overwhelming urge for buttermilk waffles, which required a waffle maker that’s doesn’t predate Noah and the Arc with a peeling and probably carcinogenic non-stick layer). 

I think I just lost the lucky horseshoe that's been hitching a ride in my pocket for the last couple of months.  

Talk about crappy days; today was a gigantic brown turd.  

I’m weak and completely lacking self control. Impulse control, hello?

I'm back from The North!  It was great for the first week.  Then it snowed.  A lot.  For days.  After that working outside all day ceased being pleasant and enjoyable.


Here's a fun meme from sigune that demonstrates the degree of my illiteracy, how I can't seem to focus enough to finish a book, and the extent of my "to read" list. BTW, does it annoy anyone else that most of these titles are erroneously capitalized (or not capitalized)?  Maybe it's just me and my freakish, anal tendancies...

I'm in Vancouver for the weekend to do some climbing before I head up to northern B.C. for some ... bear dodging.  

 I now know what if feels like to be a five-year old girl who's been given a fluffy puppy and then have it ripped ruthlessly from her arms.

*cries*

Damn Best Buy.  Damn the guy who wanted the plastic bag for his one DVD of "Friends".  Damn September 11.    

*cries more*

I had it.  It was mine.  And I was ten feet from the door.  

*cries again*

Here's the infamous regenerating cheesecake recipe as requested. Enjoy! Oh, by the way, don't bother to use low-fat cream cheese. You might as well just go all the way, it's useless to resist...
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