Okay--really great?
B-MoonI got it's first review on amazon.com! SQUEEEEEEE! That's it, guys. I mean, there's still some stomach-heaving, nail chewing anxiety out there in the process, but, still, I'm good! You all like it! You really really really like it! (I knew you did...but something about that first written review--I'm telling you guys...it's weird. It's like a baby not seeming human until it's wearing a hat--it makes no sense. But for me and this book thing, it's absolutely true.)
(For some reason my link thing ain't workin' today, so we'll just pretend it is, 'kay?) Okay--also on the 'really great' front, Floyd, a.k.a. Tabitha, is 3/4 of the way through *Bound*. He's still depressed because I apparently represent the proofreading collapse of POD authors everywhere (almost his exact words) HOWEVER, (and it's a biggie!) he'd still rather read one of my badly proofread books as opposed to, say, (another exact quote!) Dan Brown's *Da Vinci Code*. Do check out his blog on www.iuniversebookreviews.blogspot.com (again, sorry, no linkie thingie--I think it has to do with blogging at work!) and let me know what you think. I think that for a guy who SO does not get the genre, he's done a damned fine job of keeping his mind open and his reviewing as professional as possible. And he wishes I would read my manuscripts one damned more time. (I didn't want to point out that I DO read them five times, I really DO! Because that would just make me look pathetic, really.)
Okay--so those things were really really great! And so was Ladybug sitting on my lap , (remember, she's not even two yet) with a size 16 tapestry needle and a pile of buttons, making herself a pretty-pretty necklace. She was SOOOOO GOOD ABOUT IT, TOO! She finished the necklace and her sister put it on her and she was soooooo proud. And I was damned impressed, because the Cave Troll is such an obsessive compulsive spaz about all things crafted that if we tried to get him to do it, he'd squeal until our eardrums bled, and then throw the buttons across the room. So Ladybug is awesome, and I'm surprised! My family doesn't do hand/eye coordination. It does do good verbal skills (which she gots!) and apparently we do extraordinarily pretty children, which I'll brag about as well!
And Ravelry is really great! Flickr works so much better than blogger for pictures! I"m so excited about that! What I am wondering, (and perhaps I should wonder on Ravelry, but so many of us double-dip!) is how I can attach my 11pg. document that I've been working on since I first started to my file, so I can say, "Well, these are the things I've done SINCE Ravelry, but my other stuff is here!"
Because, uhm, people? 11 pages. 10 pt. font. NO pictures. It's only impressive as a mass.
And now for the sort of irritating. Amazon RAN OUT OF MY BOOKS DAMMIT!!! Can you believe that funky assed bullshit? The ordered two books, sold them, shipped them, and for everybody else who was waiting on their book baskets, just yanked the books out of the basket! And not just Bitter Moon I, either! They ran out of ALL my books! And I'm sort of on a hot streak, and nobody buys your damned books if it looks like you're out of print, DAMMIT, and I'm pissed as hell that my publishing company allowed this to happen! I know, I know. I'm a tiny obscure fish in a tinier pond hidden under a rock in a quarry, but still... this fish is pissed and wants to bite the finger off of the big bad quarry-man, because he's stupid and I hate him.
But I understand that shit resolves itself eventually--hopefully before people forget they ever wanted my books!--and Bitter Moon I is good. You all told me and told me, and I finally believe you. And I can relax.
For now.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
And in addendum:
Item the First: Governor Arnold is going to cut the education budget so severely next year that he's going to send the state with one of the highest costs of living in the nation into the exalted position of 46th in the nation in terms of $$$ per kid. Thanks, Governor, you're doing exactly what I thought you would when the rest of the state voted for you in Terminator II.
Item the Second: I got my latest rejection letter for *Bitter Moon I* from a publishing company today. Now some people cheerfully say that they paper their walls with their rejection letters, but after I rip mine into little pieces, spit on them, and throw them in with the cat-litter, I really don't see the point.
*sigh*
If I didn't hate my fourth period so much I'd show movies tomorrow and wallow in my depression, but really, I'd forego all of the movie going pleasure to piss those people off. Now THAT'S something to look forward to!
Item the Second: I got my latest rejection letter for *Bitter Moon I* from a publishing company today. Now some people cheerfully say that they paper their walls with their rejection letters, but after I rip mine into little pieces, spit on them, and throw them in with the cat-litter, I really don't see the point.
*sigh*
If I didn't hate my fourth period so much I'd show movies tomorrow and wallow in my depression, but really, I'd forego all of the movie going pleasure to piss those people off. Now THAT'S something to look forward to!
That rarity of rarities and my own common neurosis...
My 5th period class is quietly doing their work, and I got bored and decided to blog.
Someone check the bible--I think this could be a sign of something truly dire.
The truth is, my 2nd period was vile enough to make up for this seeming obedience. A few weeks ago, I moved everybody to a seating chart, and told them that if things went well enough, I'd let them migrate back to their friends. It wasn't working out, so I broke up my chatty little groups again, and when I got to the girl who hates me, what burst out of her mouth was "Mrs-Fucking-Lane!"
She was the first referral of the day.
The kid who's gonna move into independent study was the second, just for screwing around when the rest of the class was listening.
His buddy (with whom he was doing bizarre little pantomimes across the class) would have been third, but the bell rang.
So the kid who built a pyramid of Kleenex in my 4th period on the day I was absent got to be third.
Things went a little more smoothly after that.
So, yes, I think I've earned this moment of quietude. Providing it lasts longer than a second and a half!
Anyway, I got to (got to...any parent will tell you that it's not really 'got to', it's more like 'had to') go to Big T's 2nd semester Back to School night last night--need I mention that it was 38 degrees (don't weep for us, Toronto--I know we've got it mild...but then, we also know we've got it mild and forget to wear our winter coats when we end up having to walk the 1/2 a mile to the school itself because we had to park across the street, effectively freezing our large, middle-aged asses off!) But other than the cold, and the map drawn by a moron doing time in an asylum for the criminally insane which led me around the school three times until I begged an ROTC cadet for mercy, the night was pretty decent. T has nice teachers, although I'm sure they thought I was a total nutcase--especially since I knit through all their presentations to stay awake.
But that's pretty much how I survived the whole day yesterday--we had meetings on the accelerated reader program, and I could tell how excited it was making me when I moved from the vanilla sock to the pistachio fingerless mitt, simply because I was knitting in my sleep with the sock, and the mitt kept me sort of cogent. By the way, I can't help but feel that if the presentation enthralled me that much, I can't wait to see what the program's gonna do for our kids. (OUr district just does this shit, man--they go 'hey--this sounds good' and without consulting teachers in any school site, they spend a bajillion dollars on a program we wouldn't take the time to puke on.)
*Sigh* Anyway... let's move on to the fact that I'm so anxious about waiting for that first review that my fingernails are now a thing of the past.
Sora already gave me feedback (I lovesya, sweetheart, you knows I does!) and many of you have (very wonderfully) assured me that the book doesn't suck... and I honestly believe you. You guys know me, though. I"m a total basket case until that first amazon.com review. I shouldn't be that needy--I really shouldn't.
And yet, sadly, I am.
But that's okay too--I'm writing this one part of BMoon II--it's one of the parts I had plotted before I even started the first one. It's a scene and a chapter that's going to lie at the heart of the two books, and the anticipation of writing it was so sweet that I actually put it off for a bit so I could just squirm with the happy excitement of it all, like a puppy balancing a treat on its nose.
And now that I'm writing it, even in fits and starts, I'm a true worshipper of Triane--baby, for me, it's all about the joy!
Let me know when enough of you have read the first one to want teasers for the second!
Ciou!
Someone check the bible--I think this could be a sign of something truly dire.
The truth is, my 2nd period was vile enough to make up for this seeming obedience. A few weeks ago, I moved everybody to a seating chart, and told them that if things went well enough, I'd let them migrate back to their friends. It wasn't working out, so I broke up my chatty little groups again, and when I got to the girl who hates me, what burst out of her mouth was "Mrs-Fucking-Lane!"
She was the first referral of the day.
The kid who's gonna move into independent study was the second, just for screwing around when the rest of the class was listening.
His buddy (with whom he was doing bizarre little pantomimes across the class) would have been third, but the bell rang.
So the kid who built a pyramid of Kleenex in my 4th period on the day I was absent got to be third.
Things went a little more smoothly after that.
So, yes, I think I've earned this moment of quietude. Providing it lasts longer than a second and a half!
Anyway, I got to (got to...any parent will tell you that it's not really 'got to', it's more like 'had to') go to Big T's 2nd semester Back to School night last night--need I mention that it was 38 degrees (don't weep for us, Toronto--I know we've got it mild...but then, we also know we've got it mild and forget to wear our winter coats when we end up having to walk the 1/2 a mile to the school itself because we had to park across the street, effectively freezing our large, middle-aged asses off!) But other than the cold, and the map drawn by a moron doing time in an asylum for the criminally insane which led me around the school three times until I begged an ROTC cadet for mercy, the night was pretty decent. T has nice teachers, although I'm sure they thought I was a total nutcase--especially since I knit through all their presentations to stay awake.
But that's pretty much how I survived the whole day yesterday--we had meetings on the accelerated reader program, and I could tell how excited it was making me when I moved from the vanilla sock to the pistachio fingerless mitt, simply because I was knitting in my sleep with the sock, and the mitt kept me sort of cogent. By the way, I can't help but feel that if the presentation enthralled me that much, I can't wait to see what the program's gonna do for our kids. (OUr district just does this shit, man--they go 'hey--this sounds good' and without consulting teachers in any school site, they spend a bajillion dollars on a program we wouldn't take the time to puke on.)
*Sigh* Anyway... let's move on to the fact that I'm so anxious about waiting for that first review that my fingernails are now a thing of the past.
Sora already gave me feedback (I lovesya, sweetheart, you knows I does!) and many of you have (very wonderfully) assured me that the book doesn't suck... and I honestly believe you. You guys know me, though. I"m a total basket case until that first amazon.com review. I shouldn't be that needy--I really shouldn't.
And yet, sadly, I am.
But that's okay too--I'm writing this one part of BMoon II--it's one of the parts I had plotted before I even started the first one. It's a scene and a chapter that's going to lie at the heart of the two books, and the anticipation of writing it was so sweet that I actually put it off for a bit so I could just squirm with the happy excitement of it all, like a puppy balancing a treat on its nose.
And now that I'm writing it, even in fits and starts, I'm a true worshipper of Triane--baby, for me, it's all about the joy!
Let me know when enough of you have read the first one to want teasers for the second!
Ciou!
Sunday, January 27, 2008
The Calm During the Storm...
The weather here in nor-cal is grungy--it's what Seattle wishes the weather was like all the time just to live up to it's rep! (I actually love Seattle, btw...one of the prettiest cities outside of San Francisco and Victoria that I've ever been to! But then, those of you who've traveled Europe, I'm sure, have better favorites than mine:-)
So...grungy weather, a family riding the fine edge of being sick, kids riding the fine edge between 'oh, poor baby, you don't feel well?' and 'no jury on earth would convict me', and a house that was actually clean more than twice in the course of the week...what to do?
Knit and watch old episodes of 'Firefly' on DVR. (Okay--I want a personal tete a tete with the @$$holes who canceled that show. I swear I wouldn't hurt them. Much.)
It was awesome--and I was just on the fine edge of having my brain explode out my ears as it was. There's nothing like being 'almost' sick to prompt a record binge of knitting. I finished the scarf for the kid I love, and started the scarf for the kid who's promised not to be a bitch to me and got heavily invested in my ravelry. (I need to start that whole 'flickr' thing so I can put pictures on--but then, we've seen my luck with pictures w/blogspot, so we'll just have to cross our fingers and hope for the best. *sigh*)
We managed to survive the lockdown on Friday--but if you look at the comments you'll see that Lady In Red might possibly need some heavy duty massage therapy--she was in the same room with the mutants during that THREE HOUR disaster, so I'd be the first to pitch in on the gift certificate. Oh--and by the way? While stuck in the same room with his least favorite 9th graders, my curmudgeonly my-way-or-the-highway-your-kids-are-tardy-so-you-suck colleague got bored enough to read the blog. He seemed to take exception to that last epithet, so I decided to call him that until my fingers fall off from having to type the whole thing. (Are you reading, Mr.--? Remember--savor the irony!!!)
Oh yeah!!! And speaking of lurkers!!! Don't forget--IF YOU DON'T COMMENT, I CAN'T REMEMBER TO PUT YOUR NAME IN THE ACKNOWLEDGMENTS!!! Someone just reminded me that they read all the time, and I realized that, although this person has contacted me via email frequently (and y'all know I treasure that) I don't remember if she's commented or not, or if she's done the other name thing or what, and I thought that this was one of the people who should have had her name mentioned but she didn't!!! (Goodwitch, I'm talking to you, darlin'--I'll do my best to get you in the next one!!!)
Oh yeah--and if you look at the comments from the last post (you know, the one where I gloated about amazon, because, uhm, I'm a narcissist who does that...) and the first feedback (besides my editing team whom I adore...j'et adore, j'et adore, I couldn't love you all anymore!) is that the book is satisfactory, and my (many) prayers have been answered. It very possibly DOESN'T suck, and we won't have to hear Amy Lane's prayer of insecurity for at least another six or seven months.
*whew* And the nice lady who's been my unofficial biographer just contacted me with an absolutely HUGE LIST of stuff I could/should/may remember how to do with marketing. She included the 'Teron Angel' reviews, and she's right--I really need to yank the Teron Angel reviews. I actually tried once, to do a customer service call to get into that account, but the lady on the other end of the line seemed so totally confused that when our phone connection died (because that happens in my house) I just let it go. But the bigger I get the more embarrassed I am about them. And for some reason amazon put the one I wrote for Vulnerable on the front page. Everytime it gets a positive vote I just cringe. When I had one book out, and six reviews, it was kind of cute that one of them was mine. Not so cute now, oh no, it's really not. It's not even cute on Library Thing. Okay. Well. It's sort of cute. When I put myself on libary thing, I just found out it existed, and had not yet taken the 'towering ego of the insecure' antidote--i.e., most of last year--and I giggled as I did it. It still makes me giggle. I'm kind of a sick puppy sometimes--can't explain it. But for everyone who doesn't know, Teron Angel is Amy Lane, and when I was desperately in need of recognition or some sort of press (you know, like last month, when I discovered Tribe.net, Goodread, and Summize?) , well, sister did it for herself. When I'm big, that's gonna hit the airwaves like Cassie Edwards' sad taste in 1930's literature, and I'm gonna need all of you at my back saying, "But she told us this already!!!"
And I'm off and running on the next book. Seriously--it's about 1/3 done . Is that good? I don't know. Seriously--I'm at a loss as to whether that's good or not. All I can think is that, if I write about 4 pages a day, I can make the deadline. I also know that the Harlot told us that her books are between 50 & 60 thousand words. And that's how many words I've got in 1/4 of BMoonII. That either means I talk to much or that fiction is a strange and tricky animal--I haven't figured out which one yet.
Anyway, that's the state of the state, and now I must play with my children (some more--it's been a good day for that) and clean my kitchen:-)
Ciou!
318
So...grungy weather, a family riding the fine edge of being sick, kids riding the fine edge between 'oh, poor baby, you don't feel well?' and 'no jury on earth would convict me', and a house that was actually clean more than twice in the course of the week...what to do?
Knit and watch old episodes of 'Firefly' on DVR. (Okay--I want a personal tete a tete with the @$$holes who canceled that show. I swear I wouldn't hurt them. Much.)
It was awesome--and I was just on the fine edge of having my brain explode out my ears as it was. There's nothing like being 'almost' sick to prompt a record binge of knitting. I finished the scarf for the kid I love, and started the scarf for the kid who's promised not to be a bitch to me and got heavily invested in my ravelry. (I need to start that whole 'flickr' thing so I can put pictures on--but then, we've seen my luck with pictures w/blogspot, so we'll just have to cross our fingers and hope for the best. *sigh*)
We managed to survive the lockdown on Friday--but if you look at the comments you'll see that Lady In Red might possibly need some heavy duty massage therapy--she was in the same room with the mutants during that THREE HOUR disaster, so I'd be the first to pitch in on the gift certificate. Oh--and by the way? While stuck in the same room with his least favorite 9th graders, my curmudgeonly my-way-or-the-highway-your-kids-are-tardy-so-you-suck colleague got bored enough to read the blog. He seemed to take exception to that last epithet, so I decided to call him that until my fingers fall off from having to type the whole thing. (Are you reading, Mr.--? Remember--savor the irony!!!)
Oh yeah!!! And speaking of lurkers!!! Don't forget--IF YOU DON'T COMMENT, I CAN'T REMEMBER TO PUT YOUR NAME IN THE ACKNOWLEDGMENTS!!! Someone just reminded me that they read all the time, and I realized that, although this person has contacted me via email frequently (and y'all know I treasure that) I don't remember if she's commented or not, or if she's done the other name thing or what, and I thought that this was one of the people who should have had her name mentioned but she didn't!!! (Goodwitch, I'm talking to you, darlin'--I'll do my best to get you in the next one!!!)
Oh yeah--and if you look at the comments from the last post (you know, the one where I gloated about amazon, because, uhm, I'm a narcissist who does that...) and the first feedback (besides my editing team whom I adore...j'et adore, j'et adore, I couldn't love you all anymore!) is that the book is satisfactory, and my (many) prayers have been answered. It very possibly DOESN'T suck, and we won't have to hear Amy Lane's prayer of insecurity for at least another six or seven months.
*whew* And the nice lady who's been my unofficial biographer just contacted me with an absolutely HUGE LIST of stuff I could/should/may remember how to do with marketing. She included the 'Teron Angel' reviews, and she's right--I really need to yank the Teron Angel reviews. I actually tried once, to do a customer service call to get into that account, but the lady on the other end of the line seemed so totally confused that when our phone connection died (because that happens in my house) I just let it go. But the bigger I get the more embarrassed I am about them. And for some reason amazon put the one I wrote for Vulnerable on the front page. Everytime it gets a positive vote I just cringe. When I had one book out, and six reviews, it was kind of cute that one of them was mine. Not so cute now, oh no, it's really not. It's not even cute on Library Thing. Okay. Well. It's sort of cute. When I put myself on libary thing, I just found out it existed, and had not yet taken the 'towering ego of the insecure' antidote--i.e., most of last year--and I giggled as I did it. It still makes me giggle. I'm kind of a sick puppy sometimes--can't explain it. But for everyone who doesn't know, Teron Angel is Amy Lane, and when I was desperately in need of recognition or some sort of press (you know, like last month, when I discovered Tribe.net, Goodread, and Summize?) , well, sister did it for herself. When I'm big, that's gonna hit the airwaves like Cassie Edwards' sad taste in 1930's literature, and I'm gonna need all of you at my back saying, "But she told us this already!!!"
And I'm off and running on the next book. Seriously--it's about 1/3 done . Is that good? I don't know. Seriously--I'm at a loss as to whether that's good or not. All I can think is that, if I write about 4 pages a day, I can make the deadline. I also know that the Harlot told us that her books are between 50 & 60 thousand words. And that's how many words I've got in 1/4 of BMoonII. That either means I talk to much or that fiction is a strange and tricky animal--I haven't figured out which one yet.
Anyway, that's the state of the state, and now I must play with my children (some more--it's been a good day for that) and clean my kitchen:-)
Ciou!
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Friday, January 25, 2008
And that, yerhonor, is why I got shot.
First of all, thank you everybody. You're all so awesome--is it any wonder that you ended up in the acknowledgments? (Hee hee...I love that part!!!)
And second of all, I need to explain why I'm blogging in the middle of what should be my 3rd period class.
I was home yesterday with the Cave Troll and Ladybug--our little man is sick, so he got to run around in his jammies a lot with this awesome blanket he got for Christmas--it's got a decorated hood and hands, so he just throws it over his head, and, VOILA! Instant boy-dragon. Ladybug got a kitty cat too--but since her new game is having us put on the dog leash and taking her for 'walks' up and down the hall (and, apparently, giving her food on the ground so she can eat on all fours like the cat--we didn't do this on purpose, we'd leave the room and find her like that-Oi!) she's not so into it.
Anyway, in case you were wondering how I got to spend so much time on-line, thereyago.
Now, about blogging at 10:05 on a Friday.
It all started when I went to the bathroom. I had about ten minutes at the end of my prep period, the staff bathroom was empty, and, hey, remember that I share a bathroom with five other people at home, and the fact that one of them isn't potty trained doesn't mean she doesn't need to wander in on occasion to see what I'm doing there.
So, uhm...you know...Quality Time. With a capital D.
And that's when the announcement for a lockdown went over the airwaves.
When I was, uhm, having Quality Time. You know. With a capital D.
So there I am, when my Quality Time is over, stuck in the staffroom. My first thought? NO knitting. My second? Goddammit--my i-pod is on in my room, running, providing random air with musical enjoyment while I am here, in the godforsaken entertainment desert of my own mind. My third thought? I really can entertain myself--but a computer would be wonderful, because this moment was EXCELLENT blogfodder. I don't remember what my fourth thought was because that's when I settled in for a nap. 1/2 an hour later, I wake up and call Mate, because today HE'S home with the short people, and, well, anything was better than the leaden silence of a blank, empty room, right?
Well, that was a pointless conversation. And now...now I'm still ALONE IN AN EMPTY ROOM WITH NO DIVERSIONS TO SPEAK OF.
And that's when I decided that I'd rather be shot dead than this bored.
So I took my life in both hands and ran across the quad. One of the vice principals was out, checking rooms. She glared at me. But you know what? I think an hour is good. I think I should get a B+ in Lockdown because that was an hour in a dark empty room without my knitting!
And if I hadn't broken and run? It would, at this very moment, be an hour and a half.
I think I'm showing movies for the rest of the day. Don't quote me on this--but an hour and a half out of our schedule? If it gets to be two, what's that gonna leave us? Second period is over, third is on the way out, and I'm gonna get a write up for getting stuck in the bathroom.
Having Quality Time. With a capital D.
And second of all, I need to explain why I'm blogging in the middle of what should be my 3rd period class.
I was home yesterday with the Cave Troll and Ladybug--our little man is sick, so he got to run around in his jammies a lot with this awesome blanket he got for Christmas--it's got a decorated hood and hands, so he just throws it over his head, and, VOILA! Instant boy-dragon. Ladybug got a kitty cat too--but since her new game is having us put on the dog leash and taking her for 'walks' up and down the hall (and, apparently, giving her food on the ground so she can eat on all fours like the cat--we didn't do this on purpose, we'd leave the room and find her like that-Oi!) she's not so into it.
Anyway, in case you were wondering how I got to spend so much time on-line, thereyago.
Now, about blogging at 10:05 on a Friday.
It all started when I went to the bathroom. I had about ten minutes at the end of my prep period, the staff bathroom was empty, and, hey, remember that I share a bathroom with five other people at home, and the fact that one of them isn't potty trained doesn't mean she doesn't need to wander in on occasion to see what I'm doing there.
So, uhm...you know...Quality Time. With a capital D.
And that's when the announcement for a lockdown went over the airwaves.
When I was, uhm, having Quality Time. You know. With a capital D.
So there I am, when my Quality Time is over, stuck in the staffroom. My first thought? NO knitting. My second? Goddammit--my i-pod is on in my room, running, providing random air with musical enjoyment while I am here, in the godforsaken entertainment desert of my own mind. My third thought? I really can entertain myself--but a computer would be wonderful, because this moment was EXCELLENT blogfodder. I don't remember what my fourth thought was because that's when I settled in for a nap. 1/2 an hour later, I wake up and call Mate, because today HE'S home with the short people, and, well, anything was better than the leaden silence of a blank, empty room, right?
Well, that was a pointless conversation. And now...now I'm still ALONE IN AN EMPTY ROOM WITH NO DIVERSIONS TO SPEAK OF.
And that's when I decided that I'd rather be shot dead than this bored.
So I took my life in both hands and ran across the quad. One of the vice principals was out, checking rooms. She glared at me. But you know what? I think an hour is good. I think I should get a B+ in Lockdown because that was an hour in a dark empty room without my knitting!
And if I hadn't broken and run? It would, at this very moment, be an hour and a half.
I think I'm showing movies for the rest of the day. Don't quote me on this--but an hour and a half out of our schedule? If it gets to be two, what's that gonna leave us? Second period is over, third is on the way out, and I'm gonna get a write up for getting stuck in the bathroom.
Having Quality Time. With a capital D.
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Cloudy with a chance of crap-all
Well...nothing to blog about really. I mean, uhm, REALLY nothing to blog about that comes in any cohesive form, so I'm gonna do the shot-gun blog approach with a solid wad of crap-all ammunition. Uhm...EVERYBODY DUCK!
* On Monday, the Cave Troll handed me my driving glasses when I was not prepared for them. As a family we haven't seen them since. I'm using my old glasses--the ones that have been missing an arm since Ladybug decided it worked better as a dolly-prod. They stay on my face just fine, but the headache they give me is spectacular.
* I got my ravelry, but I got it here at work, so I have no time to explore it and set up or anything until I get home. I have no idea how to do it from home, now that I have the page set up here on earth. *urgh* When I die, my bones are going to go in a case with John McClane's as one of the last technological dinosaurs to survive into the 21st century.
* I'm really excited about getting my Ravelry. I hope I have time to do more than just explore!
* Yesterday, in the middle of my 6th period class, right after I got done telling the kids to calm down, they could see all the news on Heath Ledger at home, my grumpiest, most "my-way-or-the-highway-your-damned-tardy-kids-are-interrupting-my- classes-and-that-means-you-suck" colleague calls me up in the middle of class.
He called to tell me that Heath Ledger had died.
* I have two more baby hat/booties to make. But I bought the BESTEST BEST worsted weight yarn for at least one of them. It's soooooooooo Al-paca-wool-not-quite-white-pastel that I almost want another kid to make a blanket with this yarn.
But it's hand-wash only, so I'll keep it at 'almost'.
* Bitter Moon I: Triane's Son Ascending is in the printing stage--it should be showing up on the websites within a week or so. As soon as I see it, you'll be able to hear my e-squeal all the way around the world to Bells and Tinkingbell. (smirk)
* I sent Ladybug to daycare in her pajamas today. She loves those pajamas not quite as much as she loves me, or beating up her brother, but definitely more than the cat. I just didn't have the heart to take them off when she was so set on wearing them. It's a cold, nasty, windy day, and if I could teach in my pajamas, dammit, I would. Let's face it, when we grow up, we HAVE to wear real clothes. Before we're two, at least, we should be allowed to wear our squishy, ice-cream-colored, fleece-footie-pajamas as many times as mom can possibly wash them.
* Oh yeah--my 'Ravelry name is 'Cory'. I don't know why I did that. I think it was because, for a moment there, I forgot my real name ISN'T Amy Lane!!!
* Has anybody seen 'The Sarah Connor Chronicles'? BRILLIANT if you like your sci-fi raw, action-packed, and angst-filled. And the chick who was in Serenity is still SMASHING at giving me the willies!!!
* Speaking of giving me the willies, I made the Cave Troll's character in Bitter Moon II a cheerfully ambisexual wastrel, with a side-dish of cold-blooded-murderer. How twisted am I that I really like this character at the same time I'm fervently hoping my real son grows up to be nothing like him? The scene where he kills for the first time (in defense of his family, of course) actually gave me the chills. It was AWESOME. I hope.
* Chicken made scrunchies to raise pocket money for Australia. She's a good Chicken, and we loves her very much, yes we does!
* *sigh* I agreed to make another scarf--apparently IN MY SLEEP since it's obvious that I have no time otherwise. But this kid is SO NICE, and I've had her for two years... and *sigh* Someone told me there was a free *sucker* tattoo for my forehead in the offering, so here I am, planning something I probably won't deliver until June.
* Oh yeah--tired of the texture of my hair (as opposed to the color, which I was growing accustomed to) I finally decided to go ahead and dye my hair. I was aiming at a color found in nature.
No such luck. High-Sidhe-Blood-Red, anybody?
So...I fired my crap-all-munition into the stratosphere...what did I hit?
* On Monday, the Cave Troll handed me my driving glasses when I was not prepared for them. As a family we haven't seen them since. I'm using my old glasses--the ones that have been missing an arm since Ladybug decided it worked better as a dolly-prod. They stay on my face just fine, but the headache they give me is spectacular.
* I got my ravelry, but I got it here at work, so I have no time to explore it and set up or anything until I get home. I have no idea how to do it from home, now that I have the page set up here on earth. *urgh* When I die, my bones are going to go in a case with John McClane's as one of the last technological dinosaurs to survive into the 21st century.
* I'm really excited about getting my Ravelry. I hope I have time to do more than just explore!
* Yesterday, in the middle of my 6th period class, right after I got done telling the kids to calm down, they could see all the news on Heath Ledger at home, my grumpiest, most "my-way-or-the-highway-your-damned-tardy-kids-are-interrupting-my- classes-and-that-means-you-suck" colleague calls me up in the middle of class.
He called to tell me that Heath Ledger had died.
* I have two more baby hat/booties to make. But I bought the BESTEST BEST worsted weight yarn for at least one of them. It's soooooooooo Al-paca-wool-not-quite-white-pastel that I almost want another kid to make a blanket with this yarn.
But it's hand-wash only, so I'll keep it at 'almost'.
* Bitter Moon I: Triane's Son Ascending is in the printing stage--it should be showing up on the websites within a week or so. As soon as I see it, you'll be able to hear my e-squeal all the way around the world to Bells and Tinkingbell. (smirk)
* I sent Ladybug to daycare in her pajamas today. She loves those pajamas not quite as much as she loves me, or beating up her brother, but definitely more than the cat. I just didn't have the heart to take them off when she was so set on wearing them. It's a cold, nasty, windy day, and if I could teach in my pajamas, dammit, I would. Let's face it, when we grow up, we HAVE to wear real clothes. Before we're two, at least, we should be allowed to wear our squishy, ice-cream-colored, fleece-footie-pajamas as many times as mom can possibly wash them.
* Oh yeah--my 'Ravelry name is 'Cory'. I don't know why I did that. I think it was because, for a moment there, I forgot my real name ISN'T Amy Lane!!!
* Has anybody seen 'The Sarah Connor Chronicles'? BRILLIANT if you like your sci-fi raw, action-packed, and angst-filled. And the chick who was in Serenity is still SMASHING at giving me the willies!!!
* Speaking of giving me the willies, I made the Cave Troll's character in Bitter Moon II a cheerfully ambisexual wastrel, with a side-dish of cold-blooded-murderer. How twisted am I that I really like this character at the same time I'm fervently hoping my real son grows up to be nothing like him? The scene where he kills for the first time (in defense of his family, of course) actually gave me the chills. It was AWESOME. I hope.
* Chicken made scrunchies to raise pocket money for Australia. She's a good Chicken, and we loves her very much, yes we does!
* *sigh* I agreed to make another scarf--apparently IN MY SLEEP since it's obvious that I have no time otherwise. But this kid is SO NICE, and I've had her for two years... and *sigh* Someone told me there was a free *sucker* tattoo for my forehead in the offering, so here I am, planning something I probably won't deliver until June.
* Oh yeah--tired of the texture of my hair (as opposed to the color, which I was growing accustomed to) I finally decided to go ahead and dye my hair. I was aiming at a color found in nature.
No such luck. High-Sidhe-Blood-Red, anybody?
So...I fired my crap-all-munition into the stratosphere...what did I hit?
Monday, January 21, 2008
Cows again...
Chicken and I went to the craft store today and took the short people with us. All went well until the end, nearing nap time, when the Cave Troll was gearing himself up for a huge tizzy fit, and I took the wind out of his sails.
"Is that a real cow?" I asked. "I don't think so. That doesn't sound like a real cow. In fact, I don't think you have a cow. I want my money back. The next time you have a cow, I expect a real show!"
It worked for a bit--for about five minutes he was quiet, trying to figure out what his crazy mama was really saying, and if he could work it into his 'pitching-a-fit' act.
After the five minutes was up, he gave an anticipatory whine.
"What's wrong now?" I asked brusquely.
"I lost it!" He wailed.
"Lost what?" I asked.
"I lost my cow, mama! The cow is gone!"
Chicken and I didn't stop laughing until we got home.
"Is that a real cow?" I asked. "I don't think so. That doesn't sound like a real cow. In fact, I don't think you have a cow. I want my money back. The next time you have a cow, I expect a real show!"
It worked for a bit--for about five minutes he was quiet, trying to figure out what his crazy mama was really saying, and if he could work it into his 'pitching-a-fit' act.
After the five minutes was up, he gave an anticipatory whine.
"What's wrong now?" I asked brusquely.
"I lost it!" He wailed.
"Lost what?" I asked.
"I lost my cow, mama! The cow is gone!"
Chicken and I didn't stop laughing until we got home.
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Thanks, Knittech:-)
You paid attention during 91% of high school!
85-100% You must be an autodidact, because American high schools don't get scores that high! Good show, old chap!
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