I have 179 works archived at AO3. Pick a number from 179 (the most recent) to 1 (the first thing I posted there), and I'll tell you three things I currently like about it.
by Sophia Jirafe/sophia_helix/sophiahelix
Fandom: San Francisco Giants RPS
Pairing: Buster Posey/Tim Lincecum
Note: Fifth and final in the In the Stretch series. Huge thanks to Cecilia Regent for editing, brainstorming, and cheerleading through the absurdly long and arduous writing process on this one.
Summary: "Timmy," Zito says. "You're fucking a married guy on your team. During the postseason. Nothing about that is under control." World Series 2012
Link to story on AO3.
( By the time Tim gets in the game Verlander's already gone, chewed up by everyone from Sandoval to Zito himself. )
Do you have podcast recs? I would love to hear them. Any subject other than sports is cool. My regular listening list has dwindled awfully.
So, is anyone else watching The Fall? I know, I know, yet another serial killer show, but just like Hannibal, it is tense, smart, wonderfully shot and has the pleasure of having Gillian Anderson's presence. The Fall is gritty and realistic where Hannibal is surreal and darkly funny though. Anyway, I'm really liking it. I sort of wish they hadn't made the murderer so hot though (I think he was in OUAT?). He and Hugh Dancy are so my type it's not even funny.
Also, the Belfast accents are super cute.
In other news, the vet couldn't tell whether my cat is a boy of a girl with certainly, so he's technically now an ethereal androgynous being for the time being, or at least until his next vaccine two weeks from now. I'm so used to calling him gato already though, chaning to gatita will be weird! The dog is still driving us all crazy. It doesn't help that my brother (technically his owner) just buggers off for the most of the day and then just pets him a bit while he's here. I'm so looking forward for him to have all his shots so I can take him walking, he has so much pent up energy at the moment.
It was cute when she started licking my neck and chin, but after a minute the raspiness of her tongue started to hurt and she wasn't done, and then she moved onto my face. I managed to distract her, and we both went back to sleep a couple of times, but until I got out of bed at 8.30, she keeps coming back to finish the job.
At one point Mason came out of the wardrobe where he had been sleeping to give me a cuddle. That was nice because his version of giving cuddles mostly involves curling up in the crook of my arm. Also, his fur is so floofy and soft.
I just read about tweetle beetles for the poetree community. If you remember Fox in Socks fondly, you should too, it's fun and takes literally only a minute or two! You don't need the book either, jjhunter has the excerpt.
(Actually the formative Seuss tongue-twister book of my childhood is the other one, Oh Say Can You Say?, the one with the bread/bed spreader and the shinbone pins, but SteelyKid loved Fox in Socks for a while and the tweetle beetles were my favorite part, so I could not resist. And now, WisCon packing.)
I currently have 38 works archived at the AO3. Pick a number from 1 (the most recently posted) to 38 (the first thing I posted there), and I’ll tell you three things I currently like about it.
I know, it's hardly that many stories, but pick a number.
( Speaking of brains )
My writing is very cyclical (as is my crazy), so I was a little concerned when I got on the meds, since I was worried it would change my writing abilities. It seemed like it would, but then I started writing again lately (thanks in large part to jjtaylor), so that's been awesome. Not necessarily the story I'm supposed to be writing, but words are good.
We're currently looking for people for the PTA board next year, and I send out some emails to people who said they might be interested in helping out. I mentioned that we really needed a president (I've served two years in a row and can't do it again for at least a year). One girl said yes, and I was absolutely shocked, because coming in as president is kind of a lot, even though it's totally the easiest job of all of them. Then today, one of the other PTA ladies who is on staff told me that the lady's mom (who is a teacher) said that she wasn't going to do it, and that she felt that I'd pressured her and she didn't want to say no, but she couldn't do it at all. And, okay, I get that some people have that immediate "I can't disappoint" reaction, and that's probably what happened here, but I wrote her an email and said "We're looking for people, this is what we really need, I know it's a lot, but here are the duties. If you'd be interested that's great. If not, we appreciate your help and hope we'll see you helping in the future. If you're interested in other areas of the board, that's cool too."
I'm not sure where pressuring comes in? I mean, I didn't even say "If we don't have a president, we don't have a PTA", which is the case, but I didn't want to freak anyone out. I don't know. I just feel like I upset this woman, which upsets me, but also I don't like that she told me one thing then told someone else the opposite and expected her to tell me. Just write me an email and say "You know, now that I've considered it further, I think this is really just too much for me." I need to email her and tell her it's cool and see if she'd be interested in being on the board regardless, but...ugh. I just really hate this. Don't lie to me, you know? I don't like lies. I have enough issues with not believing the people who say they like me actualy like me, I don't need people I barely know making me feel like they're just being nice to me on the surface.
( weight and exercise talk )
Last night I watched Microcosmos, and I am never going outside again. Or walking in grass or nature of any kind. Or getting near a bug. It was interesting - snail sex. something I never thought I'd see - but also kind of creepy. And made me itch like crazy. One thing I would have liked is if they had identified the bugs in some way as they showed them. Some were fairly obvious, but some of them I didn't know.
Also, a friend of mine has a sister who was badly hurt in an accident. They're trying to raise money for her medical expenses, which are extrememly high. If you can donate, that would be wonderful. If you can't, but can signal boost, that would be awesome as well - Rosa
And now it's time to make dinner and try to write more.
Other than that . . . not much, really. Twin B is home from Curry; Twin A is still down in Brooklyn. This year's basement cat has not appeared on any Lost Cat posters around town, and has apparently moved in for good; she's been given the appellation Plushy Grey Basement Cat, Plushy for short.
In the department of further experiments with the immersion blender, I've determined that homemade potato salad works even better with fresh homemade mayonnaise. Also, homemade creamy French dressing is much better than the storebought kind, and considerably less orange.
My current condiment-related puzzle, though, is how the 5-pound can of hoisin sauce I ordered online turned out to be an 8.5 ounce plastic bottle of hoisin sauce when I opened the box. This is the second time I've ordered the same item, and the first time worked just fine. I e-mailed the company about the problem, and received back from them a puzzled e-mail saying that they didn't even sell plastic bottles of hoisin sauce, and would I please send them a picture of the bottle I received. I sent them back two pictures of the bottle and a scan of the mailing label (which clearly described the shipping weight as 8 pounds, which would make sense for five pounds of hoisin sauce plus the can plus the packing materials plus the box itself.) I'm now awaiting their reply -- and, hopefully, my 5-pound can of hoisin sauce.