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July 16th, 2015

Wow. I can safely say this has never happened to me before.

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I, uh, got two jobs today. Well, a job offer and an informal freelance project.

The job is just part time, weekday mornings at the local grocery store, but it's paying enough that I can stop living off my savings and start contributing to rent. The freelance gig - basically 'Boots acted as my agent, so now I'm doing an animated informational video for her boss. XD

I'm fairly sure imposter syndrome is going to hit me hard as soon as I start work on it, but since I'm not doing it in front of her I can fake confidence in my emails to her and have my breakdowns in blessed privacy. And tentatively, maybe start to believe that my diploma-mill graphic design degree was not the waste of two years and thousands of dollars that I've been convinced it was since about six months after I graduated.

I DON'T HAVE TO JOB-HUNT ANYMORE. HOORAY. JOB HUNTING IS THE ACTUAL WORST.

(On an unrelated note, I wrote a thing. TW: two instances of a common gendered slur. Also probably going to get a certain 90s pop song stuck in your head.)

February 27th, 2015

Roddy's Adventure in Civilness!

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I was bribed with cookies to post this, so you may all blame my partner.

Once upon a time, a tiny Roddy went to a civil partnership ceremony... )

January 13th, 2015

In which I tried to be a shining beacon of virtue and failed spectacularly.

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“If only,” I keep hearing, whenever the subject of male entitlement or gun violence comes up. “If only some kind woman had given that poor boy a chance. If only she’d given me a chance to get into her panties. Then I wouldn’t have been so sad and lonely. Then he wouldn’t have shot six people. I feel for him. Poor guy.

This is the story of the time I gave a sad, lonely boy a chance.

“Cut )

October 9th, 2014

*dolphin noises*

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Ladies and gentlemen and otherwise: after a comedy of errors, little sleep, a lot of panic and a really long wait, I am SLAGGING THRILLED to announce that I have my entry visa and 'Boots and I are finally setting a date!

That date, namely, being December 1st. If all goes well I'll be flying out at the end of this month. I'm excited, terrified, mostly relieved.

August 8th, 2014

There is too much. Let me sum up.

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OKAY. Lots of things have happened in the past month. Quick summary:

- Quit my job at the animal hospital. Everyone was very kind and claimed they were sad to see me go. I too experienced some flicker of emotion. ;)
- After a lot of runarounds, blank looks, misinformation and general bullshit, I have FINALLY got all my visa stuff done and am now just waiting for a decision. According to the government-run website, 75% of applications get processed within 1 month, and 95% get processed within 3 months. I'm... really hoping to be in the 75% here, seriously.
- Went to visit the extended family one last time before The Big Move. It was nice to see everybody (even the cousins, who are almost strangers to me), but the aunties have not, it seems, given up on their campaign to get me to join Facebook. Aaaagh.*

Jobless-me is falling back on old patterns of sloth. I'm trying to keep busy with gym time and various writing projects, but currently I've got my nose buried in Final Fantasy IX and may not come up for air anytime soon. (Kupo.)

*'But how will we keep in touch?' ...same way we always do, with the occasional email. Seriously, why does this only come up now that I'm moving?

January 23rd, 2013

Guys. YOU GUYS. *waves madly*

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THE BAN ON WOMEN IN COMBAT ROLES HAS BEEN LIFTED. Oh my gods and goddesses I can't even say how huge this is. (And no, the irony of me saying this when I myself would sooner fling myself into a vat of addled mantis shrimp than join the military is not lost on me. I'm happy for my far-more-badass sisters, okay?)

We won a boss fight on the quest for gender equality, y'all. ^_^

December 12th, 2012

Anyone want to see my parents' Christmas display?

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It's actually pretty awesome. )

In other news, I got the fraud paperwork from Mooglebank and sent it back, so hopefully it's all taken care of. New credit card! Which I am duct-taping into my wallet. Never wanna go through this crap again.

November 27th, 2012

Not a good day to be a moogle.

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So, I was made aware today that someone has apparently gotten ahold of my credit card and has been using it all month. There's over a thousand dollars of fraudulent charges. Fortunately, MyBank's fraud prevention department is quite on the ball. If all goes well, I shouldn't be liable for any of it, and I'll be getting my new card in a week. Ultimately it'll be nothing more than a brief scare and a minor inconvenience.

....Which is not to say I am not freaking out quite a lot right now. *pillow*

Theories. )

Times like this, I wish I drank. I'll have to settle for going to bed. >_

October 11th, 2012

Off to NYCC!

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After tearing my room apart looking for that little piece of my costume, argh. *facepalm* I really should have started packing yesterday.

ANYWAY. I'll be back Tuesday. Don't burn down the Internet while I'm gone.

September 26th, 2012

Advice I wish I had received at twelve.

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Hey. Sitting by yourself under the tree again, huh?

Whatcha reading?

*flashes cover* )

August 23rd, 2012

So this actually exists.

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This is a sign on my way to the local mall.


("Sulu! Go to Warp Drive!" "I think your GPS is broken, Captain.")

(Don't worry, I pulled over into a nice big breakdown lane before I took the picture.)

August 20th, 2012

Something I've been guiltily wondering about.

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Is it possible to live in a modern, industrial society - and fully participate in it, I mean, not go live off the grid in a hippie commune or something - without relying on the products of slave labor/sweatshop labor/inequitable workplace practices? Because it seems like everything you buy that doesn't have a 'Fair Trade' label (and sometimes not even then) comes to us via someone being exploited horribly. I'm not comfortable with living off the suffering of fellow human beings. That way lies the violent fall of empires.

Discuss.

June 25th, 2012

End of a chapter.

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Welp, it's done. Just put my last student loan payment in the mail. Unless they find some way to bullshit me, I will be debt-free in a few days.

I have now accomplished both goals I had in life. 1) Live independently (okay, this is qualified with a 'mostly'), and 2) pay off my debt. What will I do with my life now?

I HAVE NO CLUE. *hands*

June 6th, 2012

Ummm.

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So I got a notice in my mail that my student loan debt has been transferred or sold or something to an entity called Aspire. I've heard enough horror stories about people getting screwed in just this manner that I've got some srs alarm bells going on about it. So now I have a decision to make.

Thanks to some overly generous parents shouldering most of my costs of living for longer than they should have, I actually could clear out my entire debt right now. It would take about half of my savings, but afterwards that'd be an extra $150 per month I could put towards savings, or health insurance, or grownup things like that. So obviously that's a big, big positive. My only real decision is whether I'm okay shrinking my safety net by that much.

I'm kind of leaning towards yes. Leaving that debt behind would be a huge, huge weight off my shoulders. And, you know, not potentially getting screwed over would be good too.

June 3rd, 2012

How I "fell away," as the saying goes.

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With the national discourse unable to stop talking for ten gorram seconds about Teh Gay, it was pretty inevitable this episode would pop up in my head. Gather round, kiddies, it's Storytime With Moogle.

Why I'm Not A Christian Anymore )

June 1st, 2012

Moogle. MOOGLE. Go to bed.

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Things I did today:
- Walked to farmer's market, got purple potatoes and lettuce and an apple loaf-thing. (Buying local AND getting exercise! I'm hogging all the Smug Liberal Self-Righteousness, here, I'd better go eat a fast-food burger to balance things out.)
- Bought my dad's Father's Day present.
- Put together a bookshelf, and opened and arranged some toys on it. Pictures later once I get everything arranged to my liking, maybe.
- Wrote a bit on my fictrade.

Things I failed to do today:
- Make a dentist appointment.
- Write a bit on my novel.
- Cook, although in my defense my chicken thighs are still mostly frozen.

So this 'responsible adult' thing is a work in progress.

February 29th, 2012

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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So I usually go over to my parents' house for dinner on Wednesday nights, but I'm still coughing and kinda bleh so I elected to skip it tonight. Turns out that was a bad idea.

Picture this: it's dark. It's raining. I'm coming home from a boring shift at work. I pull into the driveway and someone pulls in behind me; all I can see are headlights. Thinking it's one of my housemates, I pull in further, but they don't move. I get out of the car and - though it's hard to hear over the other car's engine and the rain - I think I hear a voice, so I look over and there's someone's head sticking out of the car. This is the part where all you horror movie aficionados are screaming DON'T GO IN THERE YOU FOOL: I approach the van.

At this point I'm thinking, someone needs to ask for directions, but lo and behold, it's Ex-Housemate, who was kicked out several months ago for issues pertaining to Not Paying Rent! He wants to know if Landlady has said anything about a security deposit he believes he is owed, accuses her of calling the cops just for knocking on her door, implies she is a Crazy Bitch, etc. I tell him that I don't know anything about it and that I can't help him. He repeats his rant, as if that will make me suddenly remember I have his security deposit in my back pocket. "I can't help you," I repeat. "Just watch out for her," he says, "because," repeat. "I'll be careful," I say, and Walk The Hell Away because Oh My God Augh.

I was kind of praying Landlady wasn't home or wasn't paying attention, but the second I get in the door she says, "I am so sorry." And then she informs me that yes, she called the cops because he knocked on her door... for thirty minutes. After several days of harrassing phone calls. And apparently he was lying in wait for me to get home so he could grill me about this.

I just. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH.

The cops have a statement now, so hopefully that will be enough. And I'm keeping that door locked and bolted from now on. I just have to wonder if he would've still been there to ambush me if I'd come home at ten-ish like I usually do on Wednesdays.

February 27th, 2012

Pip pip cheerio, and all that.

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Okay! Now that I'm all caught up on TF:Prime...

England was awesome. I haven't posted about it 'til now because I've been sick (still coughing, before you ask, but otherwise okay), but - yeah. Mostly 'Boots and I just wandered around a bit, nommed traditional nom (treacle sponge pudding with custard, zomg), and were Very Very Silly together. There was some historical-type tourism in London, during which 'Boots and her dad took great delight in pointing out all the buildings that were older than my entire country. As I was kind of running at the nose at the time, my most coherent answer was *pthhhbt.*

Can't wait to go back. <33333

February 10th, 2012

My contribution to Porn Battle XIII, and official hiatus warning.

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Untitled, Magnus/Hot Rod, bondage and related funtiems. In my mind it's set post-S3, but you could read it as pre-Movie if you wanted.

Crowley and Aziraphale Find the Clitoris, Crowley/Az, genderswap. Rather silly.

Both links go to DW.

And with that, lovelies, I'm off to England for a week to see my [info]deepbluesquee, and internet access will be sporadic at best. Don't expect to hear from me until Saturday the 18th at the earliest.

February 1st, 2012

Like wrestling a pig in mud, as the saying goes, except I don't think that's mud.

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Sorry, I just had to bleed this out. )
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