Better Virtual Living - The ReHash

Is it a thing of the past?  A relic?  Something that used to be, like affordable public transport and factual facts and Treasures chocolate bars?  Every time I look for something to read in whatever fandom (cuz yeah, I have cleaned all my cupboards and drawers and tubs and showers and floors and etc, and also, I have had enough of reality for a while, thanks) and I'm hoping for a nice case file or just a story, the only choices seem to be slash vampire NASCAR AUs or, um, other differenter slash vampire NASCAR AUs, now with added superheroes, werewolves, and selkies. (And a playlist, cuz yeah, you need pop songs of questionable merit to read by, right?)

Is this a symptom?  If so, of what?

One 'bedroom,' 150 square feet, 275,000.00 pounds sterling.

Madness.  Utter madness.

In other news, it's too cold. Way too cold.

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It's snowed all day.  It hasn't really accumulated, but it's only a matter of time.
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The last of the leftover Halloween candy disappeared in a blaze of glory this morning.  Well, more like a blaze of my husband eating the last mini-Snickers.  16 days.  Not bad, I guess.
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I skipped one of the topics last week (well, accidnetally skipped) so I'll use that one now.

If you could permanently get rid of one worry, what would it be?

It would be worrying about my kids.  And not for any stupid 'Je Souhaite be careful what you wish for' sort of way, like because I never had kids or I've lost my memory and can't remember to be worried or there's no worse for things to get so why worry.  No, I'd like to not worry because there is nothing to worry about - everyone is happy and healthy and wise and ever more shall be so.  Which might make them intolerable company, but that's a small price to pay.
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My husband is leaving for a week in the morning.  While I will miss him and hope that he has a safe tirp, I will also spend the week loading  the dishwasher ANY DAMNED WAY I WANT TO!
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It's cold.  So not a fan of the cold.
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Today's suggested topic is:

Have you ever had extended writer's block? How long did it last? What did you do to break out of it...?

I don't experience writer's block so much as I experience disinterest, distraction, and general malaise.  Do I get stuck?  You bet.  And when I have to get something written, the best way out of it is always -  ALWAYS -  to 'talk' it out with someone (by 'talk' I generally mean email or IM - I don't really have any meat friends I can talk writing with.)  When I am really stuck and my sounding board(s) aren't working for me, I turn to some other creative pursuit - sewing, crafting, even baking - so I am distracted enough to let my subconcious work on the problem without me.

But I am so lazy.  And writing is a dumb hobby.
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I want this for Christmas:



Yup, that's right - a kitchen gadget. Christ, I am old.

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Question:  How cool are these?


Answer: damned cool.

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A number of publications believe I should be making Horseradish Vodka as a gift for friends and loved ones.

I believe they are wrong.  How about you?  Ever had the stuff?  Would you welcome a bottle gladly, or would you say, "Oh Amanda, really, you shouldn't have.  Really really."
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My husband has decided to grow an evil!Spock beard. You know the one:


It's distrubingly sexy. ::: shrug ::: it just is.
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I realize we only fell back an hour, but it feels like so much more. I could happily sleep for a week or two. Who the hell decided we needed to save daylight? Or that we even could?

(This reminds me of an "experiment" I conducted in 11th grade physics class. I set an open jar on the window sill and told the teacher - Mrs. Lee-Poy, lovely woman with a remarkable sense of equanimity - that I was attempting to catch photons. (She rolled her eyes. I had that effect on no small number of teachers). I never caught a single particle, nor was the jar knocked over by a massive wave, proving, to my satisfaction, that light was neither a particle nor a wave, but probably involved wizards and/or pixies acting in some as yet unspecified way. BOOM! This is how science gets done, people!)

It was sunny and cold today, which beats gloomy and cold by a long chalk. All the Japanese maples in the neighbourhood are stunning at the moment. Looking at them is an excuse, if not exactly a reason, to leave the house.

All the Halloween stuff is half-price. Consequently, my husband felt compelled to buy one of these hats, for having:



They had a bunch of these Chris March foam wigs. They are great.

I also scored a box of 95 Skittles products for $5. Don't judge - I will put them in Christmas crackers (the English kind, not the Ritz/Keebler Elves kind. Yuck.) if I don't need all 95, well, we'll cross that bridge when our expanded hips come to it, won't we?

Dr. Who is lovely and dark right now. I kinda like it that way. But someone needs to feed Peter Capaldi a cookie.

Tomorrow, there will be a topic! A real topic! All hail conformity!

147 years!  Most of them made sense at the time!!

I am celebrating in the traditional way - air conditioning and procrastination.

Also, strawberry shortcake. This is the life!!

I have to go to the big city today, so I am posting early. Yeah, that's how I roll..

Today's unfathomable question:

21. What about LJ keeps you coming back? (Because let's be honest. This place is old. BUT WE ALL LOVE IT ANYWAY. WHY???)

I don't even know what that means. Or what it's supposed to mean. Tumblr is in full of lunatics (need a laugh? Read a 'social justice' tumblr thread. The self-righteous insane are always funny!) and twitter/instagram is for people who need to take pictures of their meals. NEED!!! Yeah, no.

Real life people are mostly tedious and dull - many are both. The reason I am here is because all my old fandom outlets sort of dried up, so I followed the stragglers this way. I need community. Desperately.

On that cheery note,

Conflicted?  Who, me?

Happy Canada Day!  (The weather sucks, my family is descending, and my husband had to work because it's not a statutory holiday in Houston, but then Texas is an imaginary place anyway...)

On another note...

My mom lives across and two doors down from Dave Bolland's parents.  The Leafs got Bolland in a really strange trade.  My mom is giddy - actually giddy.  WTF???  (Most of you do not understand anything I just said.  Hahahahahahahahahaahahaha!)

Hockey - it does stuff to you.

Must go ice cupcakes...

A:  Have we met? *






*That would be a four star review, kids.  :D **
**Out of three ;)