My personal fanfic project is done! Approximately 15 years’ worth of ‘favorite’ fanfics are now on my Nook. That’s sort of mind boggling. My Nook now has a little over 2600 titles on it. That’s also mind boggling!
I guess after this I can look over my hard drive to see what else I have that I might want on the Nook, and I can start some serious looking around in AO3 to see what I might have missed.
I will be 57 tomorrow, Apr. 9th. Normally, I don’t feel my physical age at all, but jeeze, I do right now. I ache, I have discovered a few more bruises, and I am still moving carefully. The worst of the initial bruising is actually a little better, but I still have a black-purple spot the size of a U.S. quarter on the underside of my chin, and the heel of my right hand and inner wrist are actually a purply-brown color. All of the road-rash on my hands has scabbed over. I managed to scrape both sides of my right hand; I still haven’t figured out how I managed that. The lighter scrapes on my cheek and nose are just sort of pink now, but my chin is a mess that’s going to take a while. I have four stitches below my lower lip, because my teeth went through it. I also have a very obvious chipped upper front tooth, but it doesn’t reach into the nerve cavity so once my lips are healed my dentist has said he can patch that. My glasses are still under warranty, so new lenses are being made.
So… what happened? This past Saturday afternoon I proved, once and for all time, that I SHOULD NOT RUN! I tripped, (best I can tell it was over my own two feet) while chasing something I really didn’t need to chase. It stopped on its own, without causing any damage. Yeah, yeah; hindsight and all that jazz. My husband took me to the emergency room, and after they made sure I wasn’t a victim of domestic abuse they cleaned me up, took x-rays of my jaw and then stitched me up. My brains were still rattled after the fall and I didn’t realize why I was repeating my tale of what had happened to everybody and their brother until my husband pointed it out. So I can report that the system is in place and working at our local emergency room. I’ll head over to my regular doctor’s office Friday to get the stitches taken out and let them prod and scold.
I’ve still got a bit of editing to finish for Timber, but the pain prescription is kind of fuzz-inducing. Given how many mistakes I’ve made and corrected while typing this, I can't do it today. I need to have a clear head for the final go-through before I send it back to her. Maybe tomorrow I can switch to an OTC pain reliever during the day. We’ll see.
It was 73 yesterday!!! I was in the backyard in a tanktop dismantling a rusted out clothesline pole! Now it’s snowing hard, everything is closed, and the temperature is still dropping! We’re supposed to be in the upper teens by this evening, with a predicted overnight low of 9! I am soooo sick of winter!
We had a pipe burst under the house during the 'polar vortex' a couple of weeks ago. Last night was even colder, but we made sure all the vents in the foundation actually were still closed this time, and kept water trickling from all the taps all night and through the morning. Now we just have to manage that again tonight!
I need to vent. So if you’re not interested in personal ranting, back out and go away.
I’m alternating between wanting to find a dark corner to cry in and standing in the street cursing the universe. I’m still collected enough to know that the second option would not end well, so what I’m actually doing is trying to keep everything locked down and just cope. Mom-in-law is a good distraction; her health problems are nowhere near as dire, but she has needed chauffeuring on multiple occasions recently.
About eleven and a half years ago we lost my dad to cancer. Several months after that mom was re-introduced to someone, a widower. He’s actually a distant cousin on my late father’s side of the family. He had lost two previous wives, the first to cancer and the second to Alzheimer’s. She had met him previously because his second wife was in her class in high school; they were introduced at a class reunion. They had a lot in common, and eventually married.
I was a little surprised; I live in a different state and wasn’t aware they had gotten that close. But I had met him; he’s a good man, and my mother has never been a flighty woman. He made her happy, and that was all I cared about it. Bonus points – he turned out to be an excellent grandfather!
So the universe, in its usual fuckupedness, has decided they need another up-close and personal lesson about cancer. It went undetected until it was too late. The only reason it was discovered was it began pressing against his spinal column, causing him intense pain. It’s in his bones, his lungs and the lymph system.
For various reasons, we can’t get the three of us down to Tampa until Thanksgiving. I’m not sure he’ll make it until then.
I have a personal project that I’ve been poking at for a while now. My husband suggested that I put my favorite fan-fictions on an e-reader. Seems fairly innocuous, right? Especially since AO3 started making the stories in the archive available in various formats. What isn’t available there… well I use Calibre to catalog and manage the collection on my e-reader, and it can convert Word documents to epub, so I can do it myself; it just takes longer.
Seems simple enough, right? Let me make clear the scope of the problem, er… project.
The offspring will be 19 this December, and I discovered fan-fiction when he was a toddler, so it’s safe to say that I’ve been reading fan-fiction for a good 15 years now. I started saving stories I liked to the hard drive at my husband’s suggestion, believe it or not. I was complaining to him the first time a website disappeared on me, and he said that if I liked something enough to possibly want to re-read it, I should just save it. OK! Well, that made it his own fault when he had to build us a new computer with a bigger hard drive. He uh… dared me to fill that one up… It took me a few years, but I did! He wanted some new hardwear items himself, so he built us another computer. We’ll see how long it takes me to fill this one…
But, what became the bigger problem was when I started printing out things I REALLY liked, so I could read them away from the computer, or when the power was out (blizzards, ice storms and hurricanes). It made sense to me… I was already buying zines because some of the first fandoms I was involved with were older ones. You know, pre-internet fandoms like ‘The Professionals’ & ‘Man from Uncle’. So the idea of printing stories out and putting them in binders didn’t seem far-fetched or a problem. I like books. I was a librarian for 16 years before I became a stay-at-home-mom.
So, shelves; lots of shelves. We ran out of space for bookcases. Did I mention that my husband saved every magazine he bought? I’m not the only one needing shelves! The problem came about when I started stacking the binders in a corner of our bedroom. It became a fairly large pile of multiple stacks. There were more in the back of our closet. There were so many they were defeating their purpose. I couldn’t find the ones I wanted to re-read. So, the e-reader makes sense, but I figured it was going to be a slow project, just doing a few at a time.
And it was… until we decided we couldn’t put off renovating the bathroom any longer. That made the pile of stories a problem. It was blocking access to the crawl space along the back wall of our bedroom. The water pipes for the bathroom are accessed through that stupid crawlspace. Also the hot water lines for the heating system. I HAD to clear the pile.
Well, I’ve done it. I’m about 2/3rds of the way through my collection, but one bookcase is empty, another is half empty and the floor is clear. I can slow down again. I’m not printing any more stories unless they just really grab me by the heart or have some sensational artwork accompanying them. All new stories I want available for re-reading are going straight to the reader. It currently houses a hair over 1850 stories. Only about two dozen are e-books I actually bought.
Other stuff floating through my mind... I love Kim Jaejoong's solo album ("I") but I am a little annoyed about the re-package ("Y"). JYJ hasn't been doing that, and Junsu just issued a single to get his other new song out to the fans. I'm annoyed by but expect re-packaged albums from SME groups; I really wish JYJ wouldn't go back to that pattern, but I recognize that it is the business model they know. I'll just have to remember to hold out about buying future albums until I know if there's going to be a repackage.
That was so sweet! Ummm... pun not intended. Thank you for offering me the opportunity to discover I could really do this. I really do enjoy the editing/betaing/whatever-you-call-it, especially once I got past the nerves and worry that I was going to screw up your story. Thank you again!
For most of the school year, when other people raised the subject, the offspring insisted he didn't want to attend the prom. OK; that was fine... I mean, it's not like I'm going to force him to attend. BUT, at the last moment, he changed his mind. That meant a mad scurry to get all the permission slips signed, fees paid, getting him measured for a tux, and deciding that both of us would volunteer to help at the post-prom party. At first the offspring thought we were going to chaperone the prom itself, and he was quite emphatic that he did not want ME anywhere near the prom. He didn't say anything about his dad... Anyway, we got it sorted out that we were talking about the post-prom party at the local sports park (go-karts, batting cages, lazer tag, etc.) He decided that was OK.
So... Prom was last night. The post-prom party lasted till 3AM (that's as late as local law allows teens). I was the first to crawl into bed, around 4AM. I ended up being the last one up today, getting up around noon. You know who was up first? The offspring! I still can't believe that. Normally, he'd stay in bed all day if we let him...
I think I need more sleep...
I can only offer my apologies, and explain that we've had a death in the family. It's wasn't unexpected, it just happened faster than we hoped/thought it would. That doesn't make it any easier to deal with.
I'll do my best to catch up on my reading and commenting later. Thank you all for understanding.
But, we were EXTREMELY lucky... and we know it. We were not in her direct path, and we didn't lose our electricity. It blinked multiple times, and we blew multiple fuses (we live in a 60+ year old house), but that was a miniscule annoyance compared to how it could have turned out.