A Safe Space for Moogles

I think my memory storage fillipped or something while I was driving tonight. I was going to meet Mom for dinner and made a right turn out of my neighborhood when I should've made a left - but the scary part is I don't remember making that turn. It was like one minute I knew where I was, and the next minute I was at a stop sign that shouldn't have been there going AAAA WHUT WHERE AM I. I recovered quickly, but... it's really disconcerting to find yourself lost in the dark while you're driving. Especially if you've only been driving for two minutes.*

Is this a getting-older thing? Because I don't need the whole 'afraid to drive at night' thing when I'm not even thirty yet.

*Though I am the type of person who could get hopelessly lost two minutes from home.

The rest of you, just laugh at my idiocy.

( Oh what tangled webs we weave, when first we practice yarncrafts. )

So mom promised me a shopping trip for Christmas and today was our day. I got a metric butt-ton of sweaters, a couple bags, and a winter coat because in defiance of all reason I'm going somewhere even colder this February. *snicker* But my favorite new shiny right now is...

( In which moogle mugs for the camera. )

You can't tell from my iMac camera, but the frames have little etched-in roses on the corners. They're my rose-colored glasses. ^_____^

Tell me about a story I haven't written, and I'll give you between one and three sentences from that story.

From (lj)dark_puck.

I hope everyone had a good Christmas/perfectly ordinary winter day. I sure did. <3 I made my mom cry twice, once with the card I gave her and once with one of her presents, a notebook in which I'd written down stuff I'd learned from her. ^_^ I did that for Dad too, and he didn't cry, but he did come over and hug me without my having to initiate it. So that was nice.

Also, apple pie. And a bubble bath with the bubble-bar-magic-fairy-wand 'Boots gave me. So. ^_^

And I was spending a lot of quality time crocheting today, so I get a Warm Fuzzy Glow of Accomplishment too! :DDD

So anyway. Merry Winterthing, y'all. <333

So LJ is getting rid of subject lines, for no particular reason. I am now almost 100% convinced that the whole operation is run by hamsters.

I got dragged out to a comedy show on Sunday by my coworker (the same one who invited me out drinking at a lesbian bar a few weeks ago. First time doing anything of the kind). In matching penguin footie pajamas, no less. Because apparently that's a Thing with off-Renfest comedy shows. There are photos... somewhere.

Also, I wrote robots getting into a snowball fight. Happy Winterthing.

EDIT: ALMOST FORGOT. I got one of those 'your content may be copyrighted' notices from YouTube about my Beast Wars on the Dance Floor vid. I'm... stickin' it to the man? XD

First I lose my keys. Twice in two days. Made me late for work both times. And I still haven't found them this time.

Then I lose Sephiroth's sword.

WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH MY STUPID BRAIN OMG I HATE ME.

Edit: Keys found. Seph's sword still MIA.

What the heeeeell. Time for Winterthing, I guess.

*puts on Santa hat*

This is my official Winterthing post! If you want a card/note (or whatever I come up with) from a moogle this year, please leave your address here. And if you need my address (remember it changed six months ago) squeak at me and I'll PM/email it to you, whichever you prefer. Comments are screened.

Remember this business from a couple weeks ago? (Animal cruelty and the attendant ranting.)

Well, the dog's owner has been turned in to the authorities - I want to say the Humane Society, but I'm not sure - by her own daughter. The doctor who saw the dog is being asked to corroborate, which she is doing. The daughter also apparently said that the story her mother told, about being in the hospital for three weeks and then coming back and discovering the dog's injury, is a complete lie.

I'm sorry that a family will likely be torn apart by this, but... yeah, I'm glad the daughter did that.

If you knew how much trouble Dinobot gave me about this...

( A Shakespeare-quoting swordsmech, my second steampunk spider and a never-used Predacon raven fanchar. )

Making the pumpkin pie is never, ever uneventful at my house, starting with my very first attempt, in which I mixed up the tablespoon with the teaspoon and made Salty Bob's Salty Pumpkin Pie of Saltiness. (I have yet to live this down.) Another year saw the Great Cinnamon Upset, and this year we lost the can opener which led to Dad showing me how to laboriously open a can using one of those bottle opener things with the point on it.

"It's like watching someone churn butter," I said, earning myself the Sarcasm Award for the year. No, really, Dad found a sign at Michaels and said it was meant to be a Christmas present, but he just had to give it to me right then. Accomplishments do not go unrecognized in my family.

But that's usually how it goes, with holidays. We get into epic snark contests, we bitch about the extended family, and we tell old in-jokes until I nearly pee myself laughing. That's what I'm thankful for.

I think I know what went wrong with my Bayverse rewrite. I was just pretty much following the plot of the movie, and at a certain point, I was all, "Why am I doing this? This story has already been told." And any and all motivation went out the window.

So Imma work on other stuff for a while, and then I'm going to come back and see if I can't come up with a story that Wants To Be Told.

EDIT: Also because, y'know, I really suck hard core at writing that much per day.

Posting this to no real purpose aside from venting. Warnings for animal abuse, graphic wound description, and May Make You Hate Humanity.

( This is about as bad as it gets. )

Stuff I didn't write while I was busy whanging my head repeatedly on Nano.

In which Dinobot displays instinctive chick-warming behavior.

Giving up on Nano.

So, a client and her daughter come into the exam room, hand the dog off to the doctor to be weighed, and head off to the bathroom. After they left, the doctor looked at me and said, "That little girl just handed me the leash to her imaginary dog."

"Aww," I said. "That's kinda cute."

"I think it's a little disturbing. Maybe it's just me, I never had any imaginary friends or anything like that when I was younger."

"Really? I had zillions."

(And now you know where my fanfic comes from.)

The client-and-daughter return and it's Back To Business, and it is then that we discover that the little girl is what my mother would call A Talker. And she is only interested in one subject.

"Well, she ate something she shouldn't have a couple of weeks ago..." says the client.

"And Brooke!"

"She's shedding so much these days, it must be the season."

"And Brooke!"

"So she'll be getting three shots today..."

"And Brooke!"

Brooke, we are informed, is the name of the Invisible Dog.

Me, I'm keeping my head down and holding on to Millie the Visible Dog, but not only is Brooke in the room with us, she is apparently sharing the exam table with her transluscently-challenged sister. When the doctor goes to take Millie's temperature (and if you have ever taken a dog to the vet, you know how we do that), the little girl wants to know what Brooke's temperature is. When the doctor looks in Millie's ears, the little girl chatters about Brooke's ears. When the doctor informs the client that Millie should come in to have her teeth cleaned, Brooke is, apparently, in need of a dental appointment as well.

Meanwhile, I'm still stuck wondering how in the world one takes the temperature of an invisible dog. I have enough trouble finding the relevant orifice on the hairier specimens of visible dog. The doctor, meanwhile, is just weirded out. Fortunately, the exam and vaccination of Millie seems to satisfy the little girl that Brooke has been taken care of as well, and the happy foursome is quickly ushered out. I was compelled to admit to the doctor that yeah, I changed my mind, that was actually kind of disturbing. My imaginary friends stayed secret, dammit! Kids these days.

I am stuck, though, with the image of the doctor pantomiming a checkup on an imaginary dog. It'd be an interesting offshoot of the art form of the mime.

...I suppose an imaginary dog would need imaginary vaccines.

I'm having second thoughts about the Bayverse rewrite I've chosen for NaNo. I just don't know if I like it enough to stick with it for a month.

I could switch to Steampunk Beast Wars, maybe. They're both rewrites, in a sense. But - I've done absolutely no prep for BW, unless you count the drabbles that are already floating around out there. If I went with Bayverse I'd have that framework to build a plot around. Hell, for Bayverse I've at least got some notes for the first couple of chapters. But I'm fond of Callie in a way that I'm not fond of Mikaela, and I wouldn't feel like I was banging my head against the brick wall of entrenched race-class-gender-sexuality-FAIL that is Hollywood, and dammit Beast Wars could use some love. On the other hand, dammit that brick wall needs a sledgehammer taken to it.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH. I'm going around in circles! Why am I doing this? I should quit.