Spinning on that dizzy edge

Because "reaping" seems far more active of a verb than I can take credit for, when what I did was mainly stay afloat.

( Stressing over October birthday and Halloween )

( Business trip and confidence torpedo )

( More traveling )

Even with my complete lack of motivation to do anything that pleases my manager (because I'm a sulky brat like that), I have been kicking ass and taking names this week at work. I really hope my team members are noticing, since I can't depend on my manager to catch on.

I'm hoping I can get my stuff together and take tomorrow afternoon off, because I need some quality time cleaning the house, and not putting out one work-related fire after another. Here's hoping for a relaxing weekend for everyone.

I would usually celebrate by taking the day off work, but I'm already burning through my vacation days with the Vancouver trip. Instead, I bought my general admission and Dog's Breakfast tickets for the con, plus I finally got the confirmation letter that they received my vid entry. \o/ There's still the niggling detail, though, where I'll be staying. Anyone have space for me in their hotel room? Please?

In other linky news:

sabaceanbabe posted a delightful, sensual, and porny Veronica Mars fic for me, because she is awesome both at remembering and basically as a person. *GRIN* It's definitely tipping me towards working on a VM vid for Club Vivid.

I can't tell if the creators of this Can I Get a Hell Yeah! T-shirt are Farscape fans, or if it's just that common a saying. I'd totally get it, if I thought the Emperor would refrain from yelling that every time I wore it.

Cate Blanchett is beautiful, full-stop. But it's so refreshing to see a gorgeous woman who has bags under her eyes. We age and we get tired. No amount of expensive creams and lotions are going to fix that. (Note to self: you should still get more sleep.)

The Scale of the Universe 2 is a nifty toy to zoom in and out of. Start at the smallest point of the scale and pretend you're on a massive Katamari roll!

I am having a mellow birthday; it's been really nice. I've gotten a bunch of greetings on Facebook, been useful several times at work, the Emperor called me from school on his teacher's phone to let me know he had an awesome day, and I may even indulge in some greasy carry-out for dinner. But really, I'm pushing forward to the end of the day tomorrow, when I'll be past my annual review (*fingers crossed* for a raise) and some other news.

Have a great Wednesday, all!

I find myself lingering over the news of Robert Culp's death. For some, he'll always be half of "I Spy", but for me, he remains Bill Maxwell from "The Greatest American Hero", besides his fabulous (and numerous) guest-star roles. Bruce Campbell owes him a debt, I think, for introducing that brand of swaggering charm and confidence.

I am sad, too, to learn of the Glee Tour - well, not sad about the tour per se, but the fact that I can't hope to afford a ticket at this point. The original prices were somewhere between $40 to $60, but now the cheapest start at $130. I know I haven't bought a big arena ticket in a looooooong time; when did scalped prices become the status quo? A big boo to them all.

Speaking of booing them all: "An Open Letter to Conservatives" is almost everything I ever wanted in a rebuttal letter. The only thing it lacks is a chisel to open the minds of my Glen Beck-loving coworkers so that they'd both read it and give any credence to the copious, overwhelming evidence of "where the Right has gotten itself stuck in a swamp of hypocrisy, hyperbole, historical inaccuracy and hatred." How do we fix this, guys?

As usual, I can count on the Emperor for daily doses of levity. Take, for instance last night: we'd settled him down to bed, I finally got the chance to sit down and relax, when I heard the thumping of feet, followed by the inevitable "Mooooooom! Mom Mom Mom!" call.

Me, yelling up the stairs: "WHAT."
Emperor: "I had to go poopy."
Me: "That's nice! Finish up and go back to bed."
Emperor: "Aren't you going to help?"
Me: "NO."
Emperor: "I miss the old days."
Me: "What old days?"
Emperor, wistfully: "The days when you used to wipe my butt."

The great thing about being at a distance like that is that you can crack up and they can't catch you.

I am busy prepping a list of all the things I want to cram into the day I'm taking off tomorrow. It includes getting the Emperor registered for kindergarten, doing some shopping and cooking for the birthday party I'm throwing for myself on Saturday, and decrappifying the house, among other tasks. Stupid responsible adult stuff, all of it - ah, well.

Seriously, for a Monday, today was beyond tolerable and well into satisfactory.

( When Mondays don't attack )

( The chocolate is also cursed )

( I am not a merry maid. )

( Pacification Elimination Renumeration )

Oh, and just to top off this ramble...a link from inlovewithnight. As she put it, Presidential politics as a D&D campaign. The campaigners campaign and complain. samwize and garrity, you two especially should check this out.

And now I really must be going.

Happy Birthday, inlovewithnight!

Happy Birthday, ivorygates!

LJ life is much richer with the two of you around.

Happy birthday to a wonderful, supportive beta and all around fan friend extraordinaire, sabaceanbabe! *big smooches*

(I totally would have had a prompt ready for you, but stupid RL kept getting in the way. By the end of April, I promise!)

Why can't I temporarily live in California? Where's my teleporter technology when I need it the most?

Creation just had to go and book several conventions in November, in freaking BURBANK, that I MUST attend, but could they put the two that I desperately want to go to in the same damn weekend? Of course not. They scheduled the Farscape Farewell two weekends before the BSG/Stargate combo, just to fuck with me. I mean, Celebrity Boyfriends Ben Browder versus Tahmoh Penikett? Old favorite sci-fi show versus new favorite sci-fi show? Last Farscape con versus last big BSG con while it's still going? How am I supposed to make a choice, here? (Oh, and please don't suggest that I can fly out for both, because, no, the budget would take me out back and shoot me first. Unless, of course, you want to give me some free airfare.)

Why the hell couldn't they have done the Farscape/BSG combo? (Other than the fact that I would have exploded from sheer joy, or become a meth addict to not sleep the whole damn weekend for fear of missing anything.) I can catch a Stargate con any old time -- plus, they don't have any featured guests planned for that one that I especially want to see. (Ben, Claudia Black, David Hewlett, for example). NYARGH!

When I first heard about the Farscape Farewell a month or so back, I was all psyched and ready to get planning -- it was going to be my 35th birthday present to myself, a few months early. I know I could have gotten my parents to both go in on it and watch the Emperor in our absence. The husband was even good to go. I was excited and giddy! Now...now I'm all torn.

Stupid space/time/entertainment-center-that-is-California continuum. Bah.

Happy Hump Day, everyone! (  Here’s the past couple of weeks in review… )