hot and cold

so, hello, cruel world. actually, after a brief struggle with the cold air outside the blankets, i've been perky enough all morning to seriously alarm wax. perhaps it's a post-medication rebound from a pensive funk that lasted all last night, almost, from the end of ttt to the end of the bus ride from turku. my ire is easily aroused, and my pensiveness is aroused much more easily. i was steaming and stewing and running about in acrobatic little mental circles for hours upon hours. and like ITCHING to jump and. do stuff. a good look at wax's face from the right angle made it melt away, or maybe i was ready to be over it anyway. ate extensively! two ham sandwiches (on little round rye rolls) and a slice of pancake (which is, like... this thick foamy cake that does not rise very much and is baked, not fried... in a pan) with watery berry preserves which look remarkably like berry syrup. we weren't near out, but granny's making more right now anyway.

what with this spectacular blizzard, and the walking to the store and back, well, it's a day for living on the edge... not to mention wrapping myself shamelessly around the cupcake and licking her neck with the door open.

her EARS are ticklish. how unfortunate is that?

:}heh heh.

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hollsk and soaker are getting MARRIED!

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tea is sitting on my lap in a tiny curly blond ball of fuzz, purring violently. so. cute. now she rubs her head on my hands. tea, darling, your head just there makes it hard to type.

in other news, america-->western europe adapters = commercially available in finland? please, god.

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for those confused, tea and lily are wax's cats, granny is wax's granny, mece is her brother and tina is mece's wife. btw, i met tina's sister the day before yesterday, and she does NOT look like me. not in the least, that i can see.

(edit--she WAS thin... .)

extra, extra--bush fucks government up even further with more ethics-free criminals appointed...

Birmingham (alabama) News, 01/12/03, by MIRZA A. BEG

Now safely ensconced in power, Bush is gravitating toward people of questionable backgrounds. He has appointed at least four graduates of the Iran-Contra scandal of the Reagan administration to very important positions. They are John Negroponte, Otto Reich, Elliot Abrams and John Poindexter.

( full article with details on iran contra and the current situation )

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wait, fandom_wank was suspended? what happened?

::buffy voice:: was it... me?
::evil angel laugh echoes. fade to black.::

why should i try to resist when, darling, i know so well--?

wax thinks writing is like defecating. apparently. at least when it comes to doing it in the room with someone else--i don't quite get it. certainly it requires a certain amount of concentration, but i do it with other people in the room. if they're occupied with something else.... and we CAN'T write this novel alone. we have to have contact via aim. well, had to have, i should say. right. so what's the big deal? wax says nervously that she can look at a chunk before she shows it to me, so i presume i shouldn't read over her shoulder. i had to make a promise, and still she was doubtful.

so, how do YOU write? like amy tan, with headphones with a specific music? only in the middle of the night, only with blackberry tea and orange chocolate crumpets? only if the door is closed and locked and the curtains drawn?

well, i certainly hope she can get used to it. i don't intend to allow her to stop writing. i am not, however, proving very efficient thus far at forcing her to do shit. write shit. well, look what she's written since i got here--nothing. i just function as extra incentive to crawl into bed and watch buffy.

but this novel IS going to be finished before i leave, and mamahooch is going to beta it, and wax is going to write about serial killers in love and i am going to work on my sf novel. this i swear! dramatic soundtrack stuff.

she calls ME thehothouse flower. but sheherself isquite a peculiar and finicky little luscious thing.

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aie bullet holes--no!

hm. irony. suspend use of this icon? oh, but katie likes it. and i just deleted jago after having two sinister girls for a long long time.

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eye contact. i bet he's trying not to grit his teeth (professor x, that is). magneto's secretly smug. he hides it well. he's going to lose at chess fast to put the professor off-balance, and THEN...

don't mind me. all mojo'd up and nowhere to go.

::eyes wax, who refuses to write::

dude, it's spilling over. i'm itching for, like, colored pencils. did i bring markers with me? ::itch-itch::

speaking of april, a movie from, like, the 50s or 70s--enchanted april. brilliant.

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found harry/snape archive, but as yet, nothing decent. goddamned, um, damned things. oh, something seems to be smelling good. ::twitch::

hey, mom! we know someone ELSE with only one bathroom.

this is what i get for selfishly hogging the computer, i suppose--having to wait to use the bathroom until she's done showering. and then, i will reap the benefits of her clean and newly fragrant hair.

ahem.

in other news

tea! i drank a lot of tea today. not the cat. although she was on my lap making it difficult to type earlier.