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likeabulldozer) wrote2010-10-31 12:15 pm
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So this month has been crazy. School decided to kick my butt. I had papers and tests and presentations. Poly was insane but in a good way. Everything is chill now for at least a little while which is nice. I like feeling like I'm on top of things even if it is just an illusion.
The kiddo also decided to go crazy this month. Nothing major. Just kid stuff but piled on top of everything else, I was ready to lock myself in a closet and refuse to speak to anyone.
That is over.
YAY.
Well Kid is still grounded but I swear that's like a state of normal for him now. He's not even a teenager yet.
Tony's football season is almost over which means life gets to return to more normal. I'm looking forward to it. He loves football season so I think he'll miss it a little.
Okay so Supernatural. We're gonna start with that one because I have more than one episode beneath my belt on it. I hated the first couple of episodes. They've gotten progressively better since then. I love the looks into Bobby that we've gotten. The Twilight episode made me laugh hysterically and holy hell Vampire!Dean was awesome.
Now onto the problem: Sam. I hate Sam this season. They've really given him nothing redeeming to work with except the fact that he's back and that's wearing thin. I do like that we're slowing unraveling what happened to him. I think that's important. I hated how Kripke would drag everything out and then GIANT REVEAL the last 1 or 2 episodes of the season. I'm worried though because of next week's preview. A) What's it going to take to fix Sam B)I want him fixed so we can have Sam and Dean back to being Sam and Dean. It's a show about brothers and their dysfunctional relationship. I want that back. Now please.
Castle: Beckett....seriously STOP BEING STUPID. STOP DENYING WHAT EVERYONE KNOWS. I get the UST thing and trying to avoid the Moonlight syndrome but you can't drag everything on and just avoid avoid avoid. How about you get Castle and Beckett together and then deal with how they deal with their issues.
FNL: Man I was leery of this season. I'm *still* leery of this season. It's not a secret that Tim is one of my favorite characters there. I do like that we're still getting to see some of him. I'm worried with Julie going off to college. She's never been one of my favorites but I'm not sure how Mr and Mrs Coach work with out her around. It will be interesting to see that at least. I'll definitely keep watching and it makes me sad that this is their final season. Although if anyone is honest, it's amazing the show has gotten this many seasons. It's an amazing show but no one watches it. I also think it's really really cool how they're doing the direct tv subscriber deal with it. I wrote a paper five years or so ago on how show subscriptions could really work for TV and could be the new way that we watch TV. It's neat to see that in practice and some what working.
I signed up for Nano this year. I skipped it last year because I failed horribly in 2008 because of lack of time. I don't really have any more time this year but I think in general I manage it better. My original writing muse is happy so I'm pandering to her for the moment. I'm kristi1218 on nano if anyone attempting it wants to add me.
Every Halloween the fiction magazine at my college does a Weird & Creepy Stories contest/submissions deal. I didn't participate last year because really I've gotten so much better at time management. Anyway, this year I submitted something sort of last minute and it actually got published. I was super excited (probably the reason my muse is happy) and now that the magazine is out here's the story I wrote:
What is and What Never Should Be
Drip
Drip
Drip
Pain hammers just behind her eyes in rhythm with the dripping faucet; her pulse trips along, making a triage of something that's not quite agony but far from comfortable. She places the tip of her tongue between her teeth to keep from grinding them. It takes her several seconds to work up the willpower to move with the intention of turning off the faucet. The movement intensifies the pain behind her eyes and makes her nauseous.
“So much for that idea.”
It's more thought than whisper, not quite getting past her lips.
Drip
Drip
Drip
She bites the tip of her tongue hard, convinced the faucet is louder than it was a few minutes ago. She makes a more concentrated effort to shut it off this time with a sudden burst of movement that makes her gasp.
The air smells metallic, damp and rotting. Her whimpering echoes off the concrete walls
as something pulls at the back of her skull, at her neck, and along her spine.
She startles and she's back in her bedroom asleep under a thick blanket, the dream already getting hazy. The migraine is there pounding behind her eyes in time with her pulse.
Drip
Drip
Drip
In rhythm with that damned, dripping faucet.
Sleep. She just needs sleep.
Drip
Drip
Drip
“It's going to rain.”
The words are a lazy mumble and she knows even as she says them that it's not true. The day is pristine; the sun is warm on her skin lulling her into a laziness that is akin to being numb. Fingertips skitter across her arm, making her shiver just a bit before she turns her head enough to see him lying next to her. The shiver is gone as she watches his fingertips trail up her shoulder to her neck.
“This is utopia. It doesn't rain in utopia.”
“It's a nice thought but I can hear the water dripping--” her words halt and her brow furrows with a memory she can't quite capture. “The faucet—I told you to call the plumber.”
“You're worried about the faucet right now?”
“Because I can hear the dripping.”
“Sweetheart, there's no faucet out here and there's no dripping.”
It persists in the background, a sound she can just barely catch when everything else is still.
Drip
Drip
Drip
The migraine is back. The pain stems from a spot between her shoulder blades now, radiating up her spine, her neck and over her scalp. It must have rained, she thinks because the air in her room is cold and damp. She moves slowly in hopes that the pain in her body won't flare. Rolling, sitting up, almost there. Feet on the floor, bare toes just touching the cold surface. She points her toes, weight going on them and then screams when the pain declares its disapproval.
The stench is stronger, the dripping slower. There's light filtering through dirty windows
She stretches her leg further gritting her teeth against the pain that tugs back against her scalp and along her spine. Finally her weight rests on the balls of her feet instead of the tips of her toes. The pain makes her stomach roil, her heart beat faster and turns her breathing to pants.
There's an IV in the back of her hand and a piece of tubing in the vein at the crook of her elbow. It's uncapped.
Wake up.
Wake up.
Wake up!
Everything shifts, turns, twists and -snap-
Warm, wetness dribbles down the back of her neck and down her spine, making her nightgown cling to her skin. Her head swims, edges of her sight softening but she's focused on the door and half-way there. Her foot slides in warm, thick blood and she falls, hands catching herself, blood splashing up onto her face. The taste of blood fills her mouth. Fingernails skitter across her shoulder, probing into her wounds.
“Leaving so soon?”
Drip
Drip
Drip
So this month has been crazy. School decided to kick my butt. I had papers and tests and presentations. Poly was insane but in a good way. Everything is chill now for at least a little while which is nice. I like feeling like I'm on top of things even if it is just an illusion.
The kiddo also decided to go crazy this month. Nothing major. Just kid stuff but piled on top of everything else, I was ready to lock myself in a closet and refuse to speak to anyone.
That is over.
YAY.
Well Kid is still grounded but I swear that's like a state of normal for him now. He's not even a teenager yet.
Tony's football season is almost over which means life gets to return to more normal. I'm looking forward to it. He loves football season so I think he'll miss it a little.
Okay so Supernatural. We're gonna start with that one because I have more than one episode beneath my belt on it. I hated the first couple of episodes. They've gotten progressively better since then. I love the looks into Bobby that we've gotten. The Twilight episode made me laugh hysterically and holy hell Vampire!Dean was awesome.
Now onto the problem: Sam. I hate Sam this season. They've really given him nothing redeeming to work with except the fact that he's back and that's wearing thin. I do like that we're slowing unraveling what happened to him. I think that's important. I hated how Kripke would drag everything out and then GIANT REVEAL the last 1 or 2 episodes of the season. I'm worried though because of next week's preview. A) What's it going to take to fix Sam B)I want him fixed so we can have Sam and Dean back to being Sam and Dean. It's a show about brothers and their dysfunctional relationship. I want that back. Now please.
Castle: Beckett....seriously STOP BEING STUPID. STOP DENYING WHAT EVERYONE KNOWS. I get the UST thing and trying to avoid the Moonlight syndrome but you can't drag everything on and just avoid avoid avoid. How about you get Castle and Beckett together and then deal with how they deal with their issues.
FNL: Man I was leery of this season. I'm *still* leery of this season. It's not a secret that Tim is one of my favorite characters there. I do like that we're still getting to see some of him. I'm worried with Julie going off to college. She's never been one of my favorites but I'm not sure how Mr and Mrs Coach work with out her around. It will be interesting to see that at least. I'll definitely keep watching and it makes me sad that this is their final season. Although if anyone is honest, it's amazing the show has gotten this many seasons. It's an amazing show but no one watches it. I also think it's really really cool how they're doing the direct tv subscriber deal with it. I wrote a paper five years or so ago on how show subscriptions could really work for TV and could be the new way that we watch TV. It's neat to see that in practice and some what working.
I signed up for Nano this year. I skipped it last year because I failed horribly in 2008 because of lack of time. I don't really have any more time this year but I think in general I manage it better. My original writing muse is happy so I'm pandering to her for the moment. I'm kristi1218 on nano if anyone attempting it wants to add me.
Every Halloween the fiction magazine at my college does a Weird & Creepy Stories contest/submissions deal. I didn't participate last year because really I've gotten so much better at time management. Anyway, this year I submitted something sort of last minute and it actually got published. I was super excited (probably the reason my muse is happy) and now that the magazine is out here's the story I wrote:
What is and What Never Should Be
Drip
Drip
Drip
Pain hammers just behind her eyes in rhythm with the dripping faucet; her pulse trips along, making a triage of something that's not quite agony but far from comfortable. She places the tip of her tongue between her teeth to keep from grinding them. It takes her several seconds to work up the willpower to move with the intention of turning off the faucet. The movement intensifies the pain behind her eyes and makes her nauseous.
“So much for that idea.”
It's more thought than whisper, not quite getting past her lips.
Drip
Drip
Drip
She bites the tip of her tongue hard, convinced the faucet is louder than it was a few minutes ago. She makes a more concentrated effort to shut it off this time with a sudden burst of movement that makes her gasp.
The air smells metallic, damp and rotting. Her whimpering echoes off the concrete walls
as something pulls at the back of her skull, at her neck, and along her spine.
She startles and she's back in her bedroom asleep under a thick blanket, the dream already getting hazy. The migraine is there pounding behind her eyes in time with her pulse.
Drip
Drip
Drip
In rhythm with that damned, dripping faucet.
Sleep. She just needs sleep.
Drip
Drip
Drip
“It's going to rain.”
The words are a lazy mumble and she knows even as she says them that it's not true. The day is pristine; the sun is warm on her skin lulling her into a laziness that is akin to being numb. Fingertips skitter across her arm, making her shiver just a bit before she turns her head enough to see him lying next to her. The shiver is gone as she watches his fingertips trail up her shoulder to her neck.
“This is utopia. It doesn't rain in utopia.”
“It's a nice thought but I can hear the water dripping--” her words halt and her brow furrows with a memory she can't quite capture. “The faucet—I told you to call the plumber.”
“You're worried about the faucet right now?”
“Because I can hear the dripping.”
“Sweetheart, there's no faucet out here and there's no dripping.”
It persists in the background, a sound she can just barely catch when everything else is still.
Drip
Drip
Drip
The migraine is back. The pain stems from a spot between her shoulder blades now, radiating up her spine, her neck and over her scalp. It must have rained, she thinks because the air in her room is cold and damp. She moves slowly in hopes that the pain in her body won't flare. Rolling, sitting up, almost there. Feet on the floor, bare toes just touching the cold surface. She points her toes, weight going on them and then screams when the pain declares its disapproval.
The stench is stronger, the dripping slower. There's light filtering through dirty windows
She stretches her leg further gritting her teeth against the pain that tugs back against her scalp and along her spine. Finally her weight rests on the balls of her feet instead of the tips of her toes. The pain makes her stomach roil, her heart beat faster and turns her breathing to pants.
There's an IV in the back of her hand and a piece of tubing in the vein at the crook of her elbow. It's uncapped.
Wake up.
Wake up.
Wake up!
Everything shifts, turns, twists and -snap-
Warm, wetness dribbles down the back of her neck and down her spine, making her nightgown cling to her skin. Her head swims, edges of her sight softening but she's focused on the door and half-way there. Her foot slides in warm, thick blood and she falls, hands catching herself, blood splashing up onto her face. The taste of blood fills her mouth. Fingernails skitter across her shoulder, probing into her wounds.
“Leaving so soon?”
Drip
Drip
Drip