elayna: (Die Hard John-Matt)
It's getting too hot again, ugh, and Thursday I'm going to Las Vegas, where it'll be 110, ugh.

One good thing about sleeping with the AC on, the cats seem to know it's best to be cool, and are all indoors when I'm ready to go to bed. When I have the house opened, using the ceiling fans and Delta breezes, Skittish and Tabby take turns being difficult. Skittish wants to be chased around the backyard then run into the house by herself, which means leaving the back door open and trusting no one else will run out. Tabby wants to be chased around the backyard, caught, and then carried in like the sweet baby she is. Silly beasts.

I hope my fellow Americans enjoyed the holiday. The niece and nephew decorated their bikes and rode in the neighborhood parade, which ends at the park, where we wandered around and looked at booths for a while and the kids played games. I'd had a big breakfast and the organizers broke tradition by dumping the hot dogs for pizzas and tacos, so it was the first year we wandered back to our respective houses without lunch.

I made my edamame salad and finally successfully mastered Mom's country fudge frosting. It poured so smoothly and hardened to the perfect state of fudginess. I was so happy.

I'd rewatched Die Hard 4 recently, so curled up with Winter Soldier for the afternoon. The questions of liberty and security and how a democracy can be subverted seemed very relevant to these days.

Dinner at my sister's. A small group, Dad, two friends of mine, my BIL's niece, with her boyfriend and son, and of course, my sister, BIL, and the niece and nephew. It was the first year that the niece and nephew helped with lighting fireworks, and they're kids and energetic, and had to be re-told the same things multiple times, and it made me so nervous. I've never seen anyone injured by a firework, I don't know why I'm getting such a stress reaction about it, but I wished I'd followed Dad and used the pets as an excuse to go home early. Hopefully the novelty will have worn off next year.
elayna: (Ewan)
Title: The Gay Co-Respondents
By: http://elayna.dreamwidth.org/profile
Pairing: Quinn/Benjamin (Qui-Gon Jinn/Obi-Wan Kenobi)
Rating: Explicit
Archive: AO3
Category: first time, alternative universe
Summary: Quinn's curiosity leads to an unexpectedly pleasurable relationship.
Warning: Historical ambiance, not accuracy
Note: This fic was inspired by a recent watching of the Fred Astaire-Ginger Rogers film, The Gay Divorcee. My gratitude to Merry Amelie for the splendid betaing.
Feedback: Always adored.
Disclaimer: Star Wars belongs to Disney.

Read on the AO3.
elayna: (McShep So Close)
Title: Party in the Pegasus Galaxy
By: http://elayna.dreamwidth.org/
Rating: Teen and Up
Archive: AO3
Category: established relationship, anniversary fic
Feedback: Always adored.
Summary: John is sure he's forgotten something. He's never been good with dates.
Disclaimer: Stargate: Atlantis belongs to MGM and several production companies.


Read on the AO3.

Working on this week's fic, thought I should get around to posting last week's!
elayna: (Ewan)
I did have a nice rest of my birthday, just dinner at Dad's, and then hanging around in the backyard, visiting and watching the hummingbirds. I had said I needed garden decorations, so my BIL and my niece and nephew made me some rock creatures.



See the one, second from the right, that has a bump in the middle? That's a leech. My niece thinks leeches are cool, one of her rock creatures needed a leech buddy. She tries to take earwigs home. I'm always, you go right ahead, honey, but my sister convinces her that the earwig doesn't want to leave its family. She's an interesting kid.

I further contemplated the idea of co-respondents and wrote a 3500 word fic this week. It didn't go at all as I had been contemplating, but it was fun. Two in like... 2 1/2 weeks. I feel on a roll.

Anyway, I dithered until last Thursday, then finally asked for today off, so yay for a four-day weekend. I need to get a few things this morning before temperature gets up to only a high of 92, yay!
elayna: (Alex as Superman)
Can someone give me the URL for the Sci Fi Wire feed? I don't know why this seems so hard to figure out, but I'm tired of DW telling me that's not a valid feed. I know other people understand these things better than I do.
elayna: (Default)
I'm 2/3rds through my birthday, I am not at work and have done nothing productive. I think this is a fine way to spend a birthday. Slept in, went out to breakfast, and then did some shopping. Came home and watched the Fred Astaire-Ginger Rogers' The Gay Divorcee. I'm not normally one for dealing with breaking up relationships, but I must admit something about the days when one had to stage an affair to get a divorce with the resulting slapstick of multiple men hiding in the bedroom appeals. I must contemplate.

Dinner later today at Dad's. Now I think I will answer feedback from the story which I posted on Sunday. That's a productive thing, but pleasant.

randomness

Jun. 21st, 2017 09:18 pm
elayna: (Alex as Superman)
I rewatched Jurassic World on Sunday afternoon, part of my ongoing 'it's too hot outside to do anything, I don't care I have the AC cranked inside.' I enjoyed it again, though I still think the first was the best. I had thoughts of picturing my OTPs in hunter-type clothing (yum!) but no real bunnies.

I finally watched the last two episodes of Supernatural. I'd been putting them off, partially because I expected spoilers, mostly a little grouchy )

I gave my 90th pint of blood today at the mobile drive at work. I appreciate being able to donate and feel good about it, but I gotta admit, weird things were annoying me, especially having to confirm my name and birthday over and over again. It's one big room, do you think someone snuck in and took my place? Are you concerned I'm getting senile? Why the same questions over and over?

There was another article on the heat in the newspaper. One of the record-setting days was back in 1925, it mentioned, before the invention of air conditioning, when people used to sleep in screened-in porches and on sheets that were cold from being kept in the ice box. I'm weirdly captivated by this notion, cold sheets fresh out of the ice box. It makes me want to write a historical AU, but one item is not a bunny.

The cats have been inside early the last few nights, and not made me track down any of them. I think they like sleeping in the AC. I wonder if they'd like chilled sheets.
elayna: (Ewan)
For the first time I ever recall, I am contemplating sleeping with the AC on. I don't do this, because the Delta breeze comes up every night and the temperature drops.

But we're in three days of record-breaking temperature, according to the paper. I can survive until Tuesday, I thought, beginning to read the article. Tuesday is going to be 108, which is hotter than today (103) or Sunday or Monday (both 107), but June 20 has been 108 before. It's not a record.

Oh, glad we got that straight.

Yes, sleeping with the AC on is looking good.

I was going to catch up on email and DW/LJ comments this afternoon, but ended up watching a WWII movie called The Devil's Brigade, about the First Special Services Force, a joint American-Canadian unit that was dropped behind enemy lines in Italy. A friend's father was in the unit, and now I shall have to tease him, because the Americans are presented as the dregs of the army. I do enjoy the slashiness of a large group of men bonding, though no tangible bunnies hopped out.
elayna: (Ewan)
I had a dream. I suppose we all dream every night but I rarely remember mine and I'm fine with that. Dreams are weird.

I was meeting up with two slasher friends at one of their places, only she lived in a trailer park, instead of the apartment she actually has.

A package was delivered, and she had me open it, though I don't know why. It was potpourri she'd ordered.

I had a hissy fit over something, though I don't recall what. I felt left out or neglected in some way.

The TV was on as we were visiting. An actor was being interviewed. It was an actor I knew in the dream, but not in real life. He was leaning against a wall, and the camera kept drifting down, only his chin still visible, and showing his shoes. I'm not sure if they'd be considered loafers or boat shoes, but he kept fidgeting, lifting his feet out of his shoes. He wasn't wearing socks.

In the dream, I remembered that there had been something else recently about feet, but I couldn't remember what. But so we got talking about feet and the eroticism of feet.

Then I woke up.

Potpourri and hissy fits and the eroticism of feet... WTF? Dreams are strange. I will go back to forgetting them.

Though now I'm trying not to think about how the Jedi would keep their feet meticulously clean, because they'd get so stinky after long hours in those big boots...
elayna: (Sheppard from Vegas)
Do you ever feel like you want to be Arthur Weasley, and stare at someone inquisitively, and ask (about your own culture), something like, "Who or what is a Manfred Mann, and why is his band made of earth?"

(The Mighty Quinn, still a great song.)


elayna: (McShep So Close)
I was talking to a co-worker today, who is flying to Puerta Vallarta on Wednesday. She was feeling a bit frantic because the weather predictions have changed to rain the entire time they are supposed to be there, and she has teenagers who are expecting to hang at the beach.

And I was thinking how incredibly wonderful that sounded, to be trapped away from all the projects in one's house, with maybe a few books and a wi-fi access to A03, at a resort with plush chairs and a bored bartender who makes ridiculous drinks while the rain pours down outside. *wants*

Then I thought, that would be a great idea for a multi-fandom fic like my New Years fic, all my favorite pairings end up trapped on a vacation with unexpected bad weather. Only no, they'd all just do like I dream, eat, drink, sit in comfy chairs and read, and then, as they are my favorite pairings, go off and have wild hot sex. It would all be the same, gluttony, sloth, and sex, very repetitious.

But isn't it a nice thought?
elayna: (Die Hard John-Matt)
Seems like strange times lately, though probably not that strange really.

Second opinions are a beautiful thing. A friend was losing sensation to her legs. Went to her doctor, who said some weirdness about her body needing 'reconditioning' and sent her to a physical therapist. The therapy exercises helped but she wasn't regaining sensation and other problems were happening. Her doctor is taking an extended leave, so she saw another doctor. Within 25 hours, she was having surgery on her neck because a disc had gone wrong in some way and was restricting the flow of blood down her spine. Now she has pins and a cadaver bone in her neck, and recovery is being slow, but still... second opinions are a beautiful thing.

Especially when your doctor, as best as I can tell, subscribes to the theory that overweight people only need to lose weight and all other health problems will disappear.

Anyway, that friend, my sister, and I were supposed to do a PaintNite on what ended up being the afternoon of her surgery, so I texted my brother and he filled in. That's the first time I remember my siblings and I ever doing anything creative together. My sister and I, lots of times, especially as kids and even as adults, but brother was always off 'doing boy things.' He seemed to enjoy painting a cat in a garden.

The PaintNite was at a bar, which had MMA on its TV screens. One of the fighters had his legs wrapped around the other guy's waist and seemed to be hugging him. Why didn't Steve McGarrett use that maneuver? 'Cuz... guh.

I saw Wonder Woman last Sunday and enjoyed it quite a lot. So fabulous to have a great female superhero movie. There isn't a tag scene at the end.

Tuesday was the second anniversary of Mom's death. I took it off, not ready to spend the day pretending all was fine to my co-workers. I finished reading the Atlantis book, which was decent, but... it doesn't seem enough story for six books. Too much time spent on minor characters who don't interest me or particularly advance the plot.

I watched Live Free or Die Hard in the afternoon. I love that movie. Made me want to revisit John/Matt.

I feel more relaxed now that the stroke-stroke-pneumonia anniversaries are done. It's not easy to accept that Mom is gone, but those sudden flashes of 'two years ago this horrible thing happened' made everything worst.

Petite Tabby and New Cat are sitting at my feet as I type. New Cat is still sleeping outside some nights, but the sudden downturn in temperature seems to be keeping him in tonight. Poor Tabby does not realize she's get her vet check-up tomorrow. There will be anguished meowing.
elayna: (Alex as Superman)
Talking to a friend about pictures and she mentioned that she often deletes ones of herself, as she doesn't like how she looks. Which reminded me of the last holiday I spent with my mother, New Year's Day lunch 2015. I asked her to pose for a picture, and she said no, she didn't like how she looked, and turned her back on me. I took a picture of her back, if nothing else, capturing the purple streak in her hair.

She did let me take a picture later on that day, of her and Dad, so I've got one of her face.

It wasn't the first time she had expressed dissatisfaction with her looks, and it made me sad and frustrated. If we don't get to be happy with how we look at 76 years old, when do we?

I've known other women who refuse to have pictures taken or duck out of the frame. Never men, only women.

If someone who cares for you, loves you, wants to capture that you are part of their lives, and your insecurity is screaming at you that you're not good enough... stomp on that sucker. Hard. And smile for the camera. Accept and appreciate that you are important to others, just as you are.

New Year's Day 2015
elayna: (McShep So Close)
I've been having a pretty lazy weekend. I'd read the first two books of the Stargate: Atlantis Legacy series quite some time ago. Wasn't wowed by them, though now I no longer remember details. Picked Book 3 out of my stack and decided it was time, so sat and read for a while. Relatively enjoyable, though I am disconcerted every time Richard Woolsey is referred to as Dick, and vaguely annoyed that a plot point separates John and Rodney, my OTP, whom I want to see interacting and bantering, this is the heart of the show for me. For some reason, I flipped forward to the end of the book, which I don't normally do, and look, there is a reference that makes it clear that there is a fourth book and John and Rodney are still separated in it.

*sigh*

Do I have fourth book? Did I get it when I just used to buy every new book? Go off to my stack of unread books, and yes, I have Book 4. And look, Book 5. And oh my, Book 6.

Could the TPTB be more annoying than to develop a six book series where it looks like my OTP will be in two different locations and not even communicating for the majority of the time? It's possible they could be united earlier, but I'm guessing it'll be Book 6.

This is why I love fanfic. It knows to focus on the flipping pairing.

Speaking of fanfic, I started watching Emerald City this weekend and have gone through four episodes already. I may close to binge-watch, which I don't normally do. But talk about a fanfic AU! Dorothy was a teenager, let's make her an adult, her main sidekick was a scarecrow who wanted a brain, let's make him a guy with memory problems.

Small weird thing... Adult Dorothy is a nurse, who finds two people gravely wounded before she gets swept up in the tornado, and does mention a few times wanting to go home but never says anything about needing to save those people. Seriously, it feels like one of those fanfic things, where the author found the canon (Dorothy constantly wanting to go home) overdone and annoying, so swings the other way too far and barely has her mention it. Really, she's a nurse. She should be concerned about being swept away from the bleeding people.

Fandom and fannish reactions are everywhere!
elayna: (McShep So Close)
I stopped by Starbucks today for a mocha. I try to keep it a weekly treat. I ended up in line behind a woman who could have used some caffeine before she tried to order. "Um...oh...I want a grande. Latte. With... um two shots..." etc. I was very concise, tall, mocha, hot.

Hers got made in a cup, I didn't even know they had cups that small. Maybe it was the kid's hot chocolate size. So it had to be remade, and then mine came out, extra hot. I did not say extra hot, and I did not want extra hot, because I wanted to drink it on the way to work, but I didn't want to deal with getting an ice cube added, so moseyed on.

And I thought... I can't start my day grumpy because my overpriced coffee drink order is messed up. That's ridiculous. So what can I do with this? Clearly, it's not just that the barista needs hearing aids. No, it's something else. It's ... a barista AU! Because Rodney McKay is actually an excellent barista. He's on a full scholarship, earning his Ph.d., but even full scholarships don't cover all the incidentals. He loves coffee, so it's the perfect job for him. He is detail-oriented and customers love the artistic flourishes he makes in the foam.

Only there's a guy with a gun in the back room, holding one of Rodney's co-workers hostage, and Rodney doesn't know what to do. Only he does know that the cop in his shiny blue uniform will be coming in soon for his morning venti bold coffee. Rodney figures that if he's making mistakes, the cop will realize something is off. There does seem to be a brain under that spiky nonsense that masquerades as hair. Will the guy pay enough attention? Or will he give him a quizzical look with an arched eyebrow and mosey off?
Does Rodney dare writing an SOS on the cup? Is there a cultural reference about kidnapping that he can make, maybe something geek-oriented that the hostage taker wouldn't overhear and understand?

Think, Rodney, think! You're a genius!

*cackles*

I've never actually thought about a barista AU before, but that kept me amused on the drive.
elayna: (Sheppard shirtless)
It was a strange day. A friend emailed in the morning. Last night, a fellow had been chased by the police, stopped on the freeway, jumped the divider, and ran across the other side, where my friend accidentally hit and killed him. Her car had been confiscated by the police to gather evidence, so she had to get a rental car.

I don't really have a theory of life, but sometimes it seems... random and malicious. Who expects to kill someone on the way home from the movies? And yet, I suppose statistically that kind of thing happens regularly.

Then of course, I checked the news throughout the day for updates on the Manchester bombing, which was definitely malicious but planned. My heart breaks for the families who lost loved ones. I don't understand how people can target strangers, especially young people.

I got pranked in the afternoon, the first time in my life. Came back to my cube and the 'control-alt-delete' words were upside down on the monitor. Logged in, with my password typing upside down and backwards, and everything stayed upside down. While I was waiting on the help line, I called over a co-worker to show her the weirdness, and she had heard this guy had done this to two other people, so she googled the fix before the help desk answered, and then we went to help the other woman in our aisle, whose monitor was showing everything sideways. I don't understand the point of the exercise. I was really worried I'd been hacked. Why cause stress for enjoyment? Though the other co-worker who got pranked responded with "I'm gonna get that guy back good!" so I suppose some people find it entertaining.

My sister called in the evening, to vent about work. My niece wanted to speak with me before my sister ended the call. She wanted to know if I was coming to dinner and after I said I wasn't, blew me a kiss to say goodbye. That was sweet and touching and the best part of the day.
elayna: (McShep So Close)
I've had a three day weekend, a very good though too hot weekend, though I did not do much fannish and I am not looking at my to do list, as I do not think the things I accomplished are on that list, but... It seemed like the tipping point weekend for New Cat, who stayed mostly inside but occasionally changed sleeping places, like he's checking out where he's comfortable and not just hunkering down in one place to see if he'll be accepted.
elayna: (Sheppard shirtless)
Just finished the first episode of American Gods, which was excellently acted, unique, fabulous cinematography, etc. But I have to ask, maybe someone who has read the book can tell me, will there be any happiness? Will anything happen to any of the characters that wholeheartedly pleases them (and not in a really bitchy way that involves something like another person getting beat up)? And is it likely that every episode will have some moments of really disturbing gore?
elayna: (Alex as Superman)
There was a DVD of Glee: Encores on the Escapade swap table, so I figured, what the heck, and picked it up, and put in a few bucks for ACLU, the con charity. I had enjoyed the show (until I didn't) but I still liked much of what they'd done with songs and performances.

I watched it recently, too tired to focus on something with plot. Only I'd forgotten about the guy who played Puck being arrested for child porn. His trial finally starts at the end of this month. Admittedly, he hasn't being convicted yet, innocent until then and all that, but... ew. Child porn revolts me.

And then, of course, Cory Monteith... I didn't follow the Glee actors as people, but the local paper had an interview with Cory when the show was at its peak, so I read about his overcoming his addiction, and he seemed so with-in and grateful for his success. And then clearly he got back into drugs, as he OD'd and died, so watching him look so young and enthusiastic... just very sad.

I knew both of those things had happened but somehow I was not ready for that combination. What are the odds of a horrible death and a felony arrest in the same cast? That DVD may go into the 'take to Escapade' bag.
elayna: (Default)
I was talking to a co-worker last week, a woman who had lost her husband to a combination of Alzheimers and cancer. I don't remember how Mom came up, but I talked about how she'd had a stroke on Mother's Day, another stroke a week and a half later, diagnosed with pneumonia on Memorial Day weekend, and died on D-Day, and I'd never known Mom had such a sense of timing. With a surprising amount of jokiness in my voice. I was quite astonished I managed that.

Now, of course, the sequence of events and memories from that month are fresh in my mind.

I had a hard time with Mother's Day last year. My sister brought it up a couple of times, and I didn't want to do anything, because it was the anniversary of the stroke that led to Mom's death, but my sister is the mother of young children, I could understand she wanted to celebrate. She finally pointed out that she shouldn't assume the rest of the family wanted to celebrate with her, and then somehow it was okay, and I said of course we must celebrate.

I have absolutely no memory of what we did. I didn't take pictures.

This morning, I woke up and was scrolling through Facebook, which was all Trump news or Mother's Day wishes, and I was so tired of both. At least Mother's Day will be over soon. And I was pleased to realize that both Visitor Cat and the First Cat who moved in from the Backyard were sleeping on the bed with me. So I guess Visitor Cat is New Cat now.

We had excellent waffles at Dad's this morning, sis opened presents, we all hung around visiting for a while, and then whacked at a pinata that my niece had fashioned out of an Amazon box. And now I'm home, and the rest of the day is gorgeous and mine, and I'm going to sit outside and read a book.

ETA: I'm sorry for the grumpy post for those of you who are mothers, or who are enjoying celebrating the day with your own moms. I hope it is a lovely day for you.
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