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lavandarlizard2*big sigh* Once again the real world over-rides the fun world... I hate when that happens... Especially as it seems to involve more paperwork than I thought even existed. >_> I'm almost afraid to check my snail mail these days. Who knew that having a happy could give you writers' cramp? ^___o
Anyway... A tiny bit of new fic... after the rant. ^____^ You can skip the rant; it's just been nagging on the edges of my mind for a while and this morning just punted me right over the edge. ^___~
Yeah, so today is zombie Jesus day... whatever. I prefer the bunny myself; he brings chocolate. But the day leads me to a WTF?! that I've had before and just had again, about twenty minutes ago. My understanding, granted dating back to my childhood, was that this is a Big Day for persons of the Christian persuasion, and that attendance at the alter of their (30,000 and climbing!) choice was, like, mandatory. I never knew it as a day when those Christians felt zippy enough to go door-knocking at the folks who have more sensible ways of spending a weekend day.
Shorter version: I just got knocked up by a clutch of grinning proselytizers. >_< This is never amusing, but I've always seen these religious days as a sort of safe zone. The annoying folks are safely tucked away in their churches, so I don't have to be wary of answering my door. *sigh* Seriously, people? Do you really need the god points that badly? Are you *that* far down the mountain that you have to piss off other people to gain a few inches?! What in the *world* are you trying to cover up now?! O_O
Take it *down* a notch, folks. Seriously. If we want what you're selling, we'll find *you*.
And you just had to bring along the sweet little Asian lady and make me feel bad for telling all of you to piss off. >_< That's just doubly dirty.
I don't have a problem with whatever other people want to believe, as long as they keep it decently to themselves. Don't knock on my door, don't screw with my schools, don't buy my (admitted lame) politicians and in general keep your kooky superstitions to yourself. In return, I won't be asking the Great Dragon of All Existence and Enforcer of 'Get Off My Lawn' Signs to pee in your potato salad.
*aaarrghhhhhhhhh!!!!*
Just stop it. Or your potato salad, coleslaw, green bean casserole and Grandma Mary's best stuffing are all going to taste a little bit 'off' from now on. >_<
Yeah, I know: Pissy dragon is pissy. >_< So would you be, if you were just about to apply Advantage to a squirming and highly pissed off cat when the knock on the door sounded and sent the pissed off cat straight up the wall, across the ceiling and into hiding. And wasted $10 worth of flea killer. If another group knocks on my door today, I'm getting the vinegar spray.
BFB – Part 104 – Freaky
We were home earlier than we had been all week, but our “time zones” of the afternoon had left a warm glow and we separated to our own rooms for a bit. I got ready for bed and then picked up some yarn to knit on for ten minutes or so.
Heero joined me in a few minutes, settling at my side to watch me. He really does seem to enjoy watching me knit. I offered to teach him, but he said he preferred to get his relaxation secondhand. I gather that not many of his kind have this kind of hobby; they seem to run toward services, which sort of makes sense for guardians.
My project was small this time; a little cotton cardigan sweater for Dael. I chose it to work on my top-down proportions, since I can try it on her as I go and it’s small so it’s a quick pleasure. The yarn is an ombre of raspberry pink, purple and bright green – perfect for a darling little Banshee. I was already planning a similar cardi for Teal, though in darker colors.
Heero toyed with the ball of yarn, unwinding a few yards at a time for me as I went along.
“It’s a gentle sort of yarn,” he said after a bit. “Soft, colorful, but quiet. But it’s also strong, yes?”
“Depending on how it’s made, yes, cotton can be very tough.” I smirked at him. “Are you making comparisons again?”
He smiled back at me. “What if I am? It’s hardly my fault that every tough, sturdy and indomitable thing reminds me of you.”
“You are so full of shit,” I murmured. I finished the row and set the project aside. “And I think I may just like it.”
He hooked an arm around my neck and kissed me soundly. “Then I’ll keep doing it.” He flicked off the light and we went to sleep. I know, kinda boring for a pair of supposedly randy and insatiable Magical Creatures, but there you are.
I have so many emails and comments I need to answer and I'm still pissed. >.< Crap. Lovely. The cat wounds are bleeding again. *sigh*
Anyway... A tiny bit of new fic... after the rant. ^____^ You can skip the rant; it's just been nagging on the edges of my mind for a while and this morning just punted me right over the edge. ^___~
Yeah, so today is zombie Jesus day... whatever. I prefer the bunny myself; he brings chocolate. But the day leads me to a WTF?! that I've had before and just had again, about twenty minutes ago. My understanding, granted dating back to my childhood, was that this is a Big Day for persons of the Christian persuasion, and that attendance at the alter of their (30,000 and climbing!) choice was, like, mandatory. I never knew it as a day when those Christians felt zippy enough to go door-knocking at the folks who have more sensible ways of spending a weekend day.
Shorter version: I just got knocked up by a clutch of grinning proselytizers. >_< This is never amusing, but I've always seen these religious days as a sort of safe zone. The annoying folks are safely tucked away in their churches, so I don't have to be wary of answering my door. *sigh* Seriously, people? Do you really need the god points that badly? Are you *that* far down the mountain that you have to piss off other people to gain a few inches?! What in the *world* are you trying to cover up now?! O_O
Take it *down* a notch, folks. Seriously. If we want what you're selling, we'll find *you*.
And you just had to bring along the sweet little Asian lady and make me feel bad for telling all of you to piss off. >_< That's just doubly dirty.
I don't have a problem with whatever other people want to believe, as long as they keep it decently to themselves. Don't knock on my door, don't screw with my schools, don't buy my (admitted lame) politicians and in general keep your kooky superstitions to yourself. In return, I won't be asking the Great Dragon of All Existence and Enforcer of 'Get Off My Lawn' Signs to pee in your potato salad.
*aaarrghhhhhhhhh!!!!*
Just stop it. Or your potato salad, coleslaw, green bean casserole and Grandma Mary's best stuffing are all going to taste a little bit 'off' from now on. >_<
Yeah, I know: Pissy dragon is pissy. >_< So would you be, if you were just about to apply Advantage to a squirming and highly pissed off cat when the knock on the door sounded and sent the pissed off cat straight up the wall, across the ceiling and into hiding. And wasted $10 worth of flea killer. If another group knocks on my door today, I'm getting the vinegar spray.
BFB – Part 104 – Freaky
We were home earlier than we had been all week, but our “time zones” of the afternoon had left a warm glow and we separated to our own rooms for a bit. I got ready for bed and then picked up some yarn to knit on for ten minutes or so.
Heero joined me in a few minutes, settling at my side to watch me. He really does seem to enjoy watching me knit. I offered to teach him, but he said he preferred to get his relaxation secondhand. I gather that not many of his kind have this kind of hobby; they seem to run toward services, which sort of makes sense for guardians.
My project was small this time; a little cotton cardigan sweater for Dael. I chose it to work on my top-down proportions, since I can try it on her as I go and it’s small so it’s a quick pleasure. The yarn is an ombre of raspberry pink, purple and bright green – perfect for a darling little Banshee. I was already planning a similar cardi for Teal, though in darker colors.
Heero toyed with the ball of yarn, unwinding a few yards at a time for me as I went along.
“It’s a gentle sort of yarn,” he said after a bit. “Soft, colorful, but quiet. But it’s also strong, yes?”
“Depending on how it’s made, yes, cotton can be very tough.” I smirked at him. “Are you making comparisons again?”
He smiled back at me. “What if I am? It’s hardly my fault that every tough, sturdy and indomitable thing reminds me of you.”
“You are so full of shit,” I murmured. I finished the row and set the project aside. “And I think I may just like it.”
He hooked an arm around my neck and kissed me soundly. “Then I’ll keep doing it.” He flicked off the light and we went to sleep. I know, kinda boring for a pair of supposedly randy and insatiable Magical Creatures, but there you are.
I have so many emails and comments I need to answer and I'm still pissed. >.< Crap. Lovely. The cat wounds are bleeding again. *sigh*
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Date: 2012-04-18 12:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-18 02:31 am (UTC)Ah. I don't worry too much about those types around here. I have attack cats. ^___^
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Date: 2012-04-18 08:54 pm (UTC)