minkhollow: (end *all* the worlds?)
Well, this is it.
So long, LJ, and thanks for all the fish. I'll still comment (when I can, mutter grumble) but I'm done crossposting.
Meanwhile, Fic Friday!
fictiems )
minkhollow: (end *all* the worlds?)
Been up since 4 helping with a state-level campaign. (The guy lost, but it seems like he wants to try again in two years, and he'll have the benefit of some more name recognition on his side if he tries again.)
Seen voting today: Blind guy; old lady who rode her scooter up the hill to her polling place; dude who recently had his knee replaced. I also ran a curbside ballot (apparently those are a thing) out to a woman's car so she could cast her vote.

If you didn't vote today and you're registered and able-bodied: WHY THE HELL NOT???

And as I was typing this, Ohio got called for Obama.
Thank you for remaining sensible, Ohio; I didn't want to have to disown you quite yet. (We still have to talk about that anti-gay marriage amendment from '04, frankly, but I'll take this.)
minkhollow: (leap of faith)
LJ, LJ, LJ. Will you ever learn? There are new beta shenanigans afoot, and it's... well. I'll let it speak for itself. (Also, guess what they first rolled out in public on the Russian side of things?)
My favorite comment is from one of said Russian users (I love Chrome's translate button): "If this is your idea of a joke, you have a very poor sense of humor."
Given that, I think I'm going to stop crossposting to LJ effective November 30th. It's my 10th LJversary; there's something nicely symmetrical about that. Still trying to figure out what that means for lower_tadfield, but I'll consult the comm first, whatever it is.
In happier news, there wasn't much Fic Friday (now technically Fic Saturday, but whatevs), but it did happen!
Fic inna sentence! So fresh the... I dunno how to sustain this. )
minkhollow: W13: Rebecca/Jack snogging in the car (our love is a love'll not fade away)
Yes, thank you, Viking hordes, I really needed that when I had absolutely no materials for that cause with me.
But other than that, and... you know, the fact that I was traveling for the purpose of funeral services... this visit hasn't been too bad. My cousin said she could tell I'm happier now that I've moved.
and now, a picture )
And now, for something completely different: Operation Let's Build a Goddamn Tesla Museum. If this doesn't blow past the goal by the end of the first week I will be very surprised. (Also, they should sell the Tesla > Edison bumper stickers on their own.)
minkhollow: (do not go gentle)
So last Sunday my grandfather was not doing well at all. Tuesday, he was doing worse. Yesterday, Mom called to see about making arrangements for me to go back to Ohio.
Today, Dad called and said the important stuff is happening Thursday (I never could get the hang of Thursdays). I've booked a ticket, leaving Wednesday and coming back on Sunday.
(Part of me was expecting him to hang on until Saturday - that was my grandmother's birthday; it would have been very poetic. As it is, yesterday was the 48th anniversary of his second marriage, and it's amazing he stuck it out that long. ooooor their anniversary was Wednesday and Mom's mother's birthday was the 20th??? I don't know, if things in this family don't happen on the 19th (which is booked) I don't know when in August it is. XD)

In happier news, WE ARE MOVED IN. We even have a little furniture! (Haven't put the bed together yet, but the mattress isn't here yet either, so. XD)
minkhollow: (i'll melt the damn snow)
Long, long ago, on an Internet far, far away, there was a game. It sort of sprang up organically and sustained itself for a bit over a year before RL and/or Milliways pulled us all away.
in which I wax rhapsodic for a while on the topic )
Anyway, cut to last week, when I finally got around to reading Unseen Academicals. It's an excellent book on its own, but a certain bit character's reappearance for the first time in several books caught my attention - and promptly hit me with a plot bunny. For now, I'm only posting this here, as it may not make much sense to people without the context. It's taking the 'verse we were messing about it and moving forward to a bit before UA starts.
(If anyone cares to try anyway: The first POV character in this is an OC I played for a while; the game premise, such as there was one, was that PCs - Powered by Celery - became widely available; yes, this is still my OTP, nearly nine years later; Adrian did have himself a fan club; one of the major in-game plots was Lilith having a go at Ankh-Morpork, with semi-disastrous results.)
sort of a love letter to the RP that ate my senior year of high school )
minkhollow: (meet you in the next world)
Thanks for the condolences, guys. My parents are a lot more broken up than I am; I'm still kind of in '...what the hell just happened?' mode.
We're not having a necropsy done; the vet thinks her heart just gave out. And, well, at least we gave her a good place to be for a while.
minkhollow: (do not go gentle)
...so at 10:30 or so, the dog randomly stopped breathing. Parents revived her, but only for about half an hour; she died around 11.
That was easily the most dramatic dog death I've been around for (including the one that got hit by a car when I was little); I think all the shouting had something to do with it.
Rest well, Buffy.
minkhollow: (do not go gentle)
...So Angel's a one-game character, now.
(Dammit. Not gonna cry. I'm not.)
minkhollow: (do not go gentle)
The midterm review of September shows signs of improvement, but there's still a lot of work to be done to avoid a firing. So you're still On Notice. (Also, it turns out Mercury is in retrograde, which could well explain a lot.)
(And for a different parenthetical altogether, I guess I'm gonna have to watch To Wong Foo on one of my days off this week.)
Also, George McFly came in and made photocopies today. Or, well, a guy who looked just like him, even taking into account that it's been 24 years since Back to the Future would have happened.
In other other news, it seems the alphabet meme is making the rounds again. And so!
pick a letter, any letter! )
minkhollow: (do not go gentle)
So PMOG/The Nethernet/whatever you feel like calling it is, apparently, going under.
some musings on the thought )
There's a refugee camp of sorts up, for the... what, two of you? who are/were also a part of the passive fun.
minkhollow: (the complete blueprints)
Today is fired. That's all I've got to say about it.
And now, for a tangent: I think all the stuff re: Heath Ledger is helping me get some perspective on the fascination with River Phoenix. I was too young to notice or care when he died, so now most of my reaction is '...um, Earth to Youtube, there are bits of Sneakers that are cool and don't have Carl in them.' (And you know, Carl is awesome. But where are the props for Whistler driving?) I've been puzzling over it for a while now.
But... now I think I kinda get it. Promising young actor, in a few really good movies, suddenly dead before 30 due to a stupid accident (or accidental stupidity, depending on which case you're talking about). A lot of it probably springs from wondering what else they could have done, if only.
It's like that bit in Soul Music where, to the music, the whole point is getting people to think about what they're missing.
minkhollow: Sputnik: In Soviet Russia, space races YOU! (space races you!)
I think the expansion pack of my short story is finally done. Now all I have to do is overcome the rest of the inertia and... you know, actually get things done.
Meanwhile: Ah, meta!crack, it's been far too long. I offer a recounting of my wacky hijinks therein, as that is what one does with meta!crack.
Also: Last week's Boston trip was made of Win. I may be bothered to do a full recap here one of these days. (It's in the paper!journal, meanwhile.)
ETA: This is not, it seems, a good year to be a young actor.
minkhollow: view from below a copper birch at Mount Holyoke (run away!)
And here's one baseball record that won't be shattered any time soon. Just sayin'.
And for all I don't pay the sport any mind, having a local legend around was kinda cool.
minkhollow: view from below a copper birch at Mount Holyoke (it's oxidizing.)
Between stumbling into algebra and finding my knack for (and interest in) writing stuff, my math brain fell by the wayside. This became a particular point of contention in high school, often resulting in my loss of Internets privilege until I had proof my grade was going up.
But I never thought my teachers hated me. I knew perfectly well my grades were my own fault - or achievement, as the case sometimes was - and when things didn't make sense, I had the option of asking for help. And sometimes it was fun. (I still remember the first problem we tackled in precalc, and my non-mathematical answer to said: 'The car didn't use ANY gas over that distance because it was going in excess of 100 miles an hour, and was therefore a 1926 Bentley I was reading about over the summer!' XD)
Basically, this is a long-winded way of saying my mom called this afternoon; the math teacher I had my sophomore and junior years has cancer. Lots of cancer. It doesn't look good.
It's just... one of those things.
minkhollow: (all right. tahiti!)
Posit: There's a thing in the Smithsonian Dad got today about San Francisco.
Consequence: It gets me thinking. Thinking thinky thoughts, as occasionally happens. Some of them have been on my mind for a while now.
Result: I think I need to go to San Francisco again, now that I'm not seven. And, you know, before it sinks of global warming or dies of earthquake or something.
Conclusion: Maybe something spring-break-shaped is in order.

So from there, the question becomes: Would any of the Mount Holyoke contingent want to go as well, and can anyone who knows the area give any suggestions re: what to do? (This is all still v. tentative, but given my track record with planning things and how I tend to slack off, I'm probably best off starting now. XD)
minkhollow: view from below a copper birch at Mount Holyoke (interpret this!)
...Well. That was interesting. But I guess the air's cleared, now.
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minkhollow: view from below a copper birch at Mount Holyoke (step away from the soup!)
Well. That's my first Milliways character with any real history in the game retired. I'm only flailing a little; she was mostly out of my head anyway. ::shrugs::
And now, I carry on with the others.
minkhollow: view from below a copper birch at Mount Holyoke (rpage: brains. yes they're edible.)
Apparently I am verbose today.
Started tagging old [livejournal.com profile] discworld_rpg stuff, and got through two months of it. Witches Abroad-based plot included.
Pretty Pretty Princess!Ade still leaves me flailing.
Also, one of the best parts is giving myself a tag. XD


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