strina | Entries tagged with christmas

Oh, this day. I seem to have a sinus infection, which always gives me the horribly chafed nose that peels for the next week. And I was a little late for work, which became noticeably late when I recounted my till three times because I though I was going crazy, when the drawer really didn't add up to $100. And I got stuck in Tools again, which is the register that sees the least action and in fact requires you to continually scope the other registers because you're supposed to wave customers to your register when there's a line while also watching for thieves in the tool aisles. I mean, I don't hate it down there like some of the cashiers, but it's going on three weeks with me almost exclusively down there. Plus, there's a gaping hole in the side of my loafers so I had to wear ankle boots, which are not exactly what I would have chosen to stand in for six hours.

But! I got home and found my

hohohos gift! And I got pretty much the best santa ever! Candy! OK Go! Mercedes Lackey book! CHRISTMAS SOCKS. And finally, best part, will love it forever: FOOLPROOF ON DVD! The OT3-ish caper movie starring Ryan Reynolds!

On balance: Today was awesome.

Current Music: OK Go - The House Wins

Have my computer back! I have all five and a half prompt lists done but for the coding, so that's nice.

Saw my family at the holidays, except for Mom and Dad. Richard is my favorite.

Sneak peek at my holiday wishlist, because I have a secret santa that's probably 'bout ready to stab me in the face:

Things Guranteed to Win My Eternal Love

01. Story just for ME. For serious, I would read het origfic if someone said they wrote it for me.

02. A recs list. For list50, for some other rec comm, just a random collection of links, don't care, need stories.

03. I heart random-ass music; make me mix CDs! Anything but rap, hiphop, or gospel.

04. Donations to the United Way, the Salvation Army, or The Employment and Education Ministry (teem.org).

05. Paid LJ time, or extra icon space.

06. A new Creative Muvo mp3 player.

07. A sturdy, big-ass purse. Black for preference, but dude, not picky.

08. An external drive for my computer.

You know, you'd think that, by now, I'd be able to take a bath without at any point getting myself heat-drunk. But you'd be wrong. I blame my feet. They read water of a much higher temperature than my body generally prefers as just "comfortable". So I chill out with my warm feet and end up all dizzy and heat-drunk. Stupid feet.

Entry title's a line from the song, if you wondered. Speaking of which, this has a really awesome video; it's all cheerful faux-musical.

God, I'm hungry. All I've had to eat today is a potato and a corn muffin. I'm also bizarrely tired, considering I only woke up...13 hours & 10 minutes ago.

Alyssa called me today and I have no idea why. Why don't I know? Because I didn't answer. Because, as I specifically and repeatedly told you, h0r, I'm not answering the phone until Wednesday.

Why is this so hard for people to grasp? You, Richard...I despair, I really do.

I have done not one whit of Christmas shopping. I suck. I don't even know if Dena and I are doing gifts this year. I have to do that before I go home.

I'm suffering from a little bit of ennui today. Well, for most of today. It abated for the duration of A Not-So-Modest Proposal and then again for Skirting Dignity. But I didn't enjoy that rentboy!AU nearly as much as I should have (jenn! clex! should have made my day!).

I want my new books. And my new DVDs. Although I want the DVDs much less. I have DVDs I haven't watched; I just can't seem to work up any enthusiasm for them. Point Pleasant, though...Or The Inside. I would desperately enjoy new eps of The Inside, because the episode before last (the one with all the not-suicides?) was the best episode ever and gave me desperate OT4 yearnings (the bathtub scene! with them all huddled around Rebecca! and her all naked and bloody! and then the diner! and everyone bonding over band-nerdery!).

But oh, I'm going to get Into the Storm, which I've wanted for years and have, in fact, searched every bookstore (that I know of) in the Metro for. Stupid independent presses. I better be getting it, at least. Or I will cry.

Okay, I won't cry, because Dad's all weird and eager to please on Christmas. Once, I got up too early on Christmas morning and then I fell asleep on the couch after we did presents 'til it was time to go to Mom's and he asked her to check up on me and make sure that I wasn't all disappointed with my Christmas (I got maybe four hours of sleep! and then I wrestled with software until he got up five hours later! tired!).

I heart my dad. Most of the time.

We have too many Christmases. Christmas Eve at Grandma's with Dad's family, and then Christmas morning with me and Dad and Rich, and then Christmas with Mom and Butch, and then Christmas with Lori, Emily, and Ben. Stupid blended families.

I love Christmas, though. Specifically, the first two Christmases.

Christmas Eve with my mean and snarky and wonderful extended family, with card games and board games and too much food. And then everybody sits down, and Jesse and I hand out the gifts, and there're thank yous shouted across the room, and everybody has to see what Jeff's come up with as gifts this year (his job entails a lot of international travel, and we get things like silk robes from Taiwan, or chess sets handcarved in Africa, or the standby Hard Rock Cafe shirts from practically everywhere). And everybody plays with Michael's new toys, and I cuddle my new books.

And then Christmas morning. Dad goes crazy for Christmas. I mean, we get a few presents under the tree, but the best part comes before that. The stockings.

Which is actually where we tend to get the bigger gifts. I got a TV in my stocking when I was little. Like, really little. Pre-divorce. And that's where I've gotten both mp3 players (freshman and senior years). And Rich and I both get games (he's also gotten at least one console that way). And then piles of candy and candles and manicure kits (again, for both of us) and weird things he's picked up from conferences and gift cards for movie rentals and cash and pens and (for me) perfume and jewelry.

And Richard and I get to spend a few hours with the stockings before Dad gets up. And he gets up and goes through his stocking and we get all mushy and open the stuff under the tree and then there's more mushiness.

And then we go to Mom's and she gets all mushy and then we come home and I spend the afternoon in the bathtub with my books and the bath stuff Grandma just gave me. And then comes Christmas #4, which is frankly kind of half-assed, 'cause we're all a little burned out by now (Ben & Emily are on at least their third Christmas by now).

And then we get a day or two of lounging before the cleaning, and then the holidays are over (we're not much for the New Year).

Anyway. I'm not really as materialistic as all of that made me sound. Although I do really enjoy the gifts. I like the love part, too! As is evidenced quite nicely, I think, by the way that I constantly and willingly tell the people close to me how much they mean to me. Even though they respond with mocking more often than not (except for my Dena! who I'd love for that, if I didn't already love her for being so damn sweet). Still. I love you, Laura! I love you more than even pineapple pie, Alyssa!

Current Music: The Weakerthans - The Reasons

I really, really would quite like some Titus/Erin/Tommy. But I've never seen any Titus fic, so I am probably doomed to disappointment. I should probably have some kind of masterlist for all my doomed-to-disappointment fic-wishes, since I bitch about them all the time.

My favorite part of this song? "There's nobody pretty, I tell thee..." Just for the "tell thee". It sounds cool. It's like the way I love Shadowland because it has "gloaming seas".

Anyway. Titus/Erin/Tommy. It could work! Titus and Tommy are best friends, and have been since they were tiny. Tommy and Erin are friends. Titus and Erin are in love, and a genuinely good match.

And then there's the thing where Tommy's admitted to wanting to sleep with Erin. And the thing where he's canonically dreamt of naked!pirate!Titus.

I'm just saying, yay for actually viable OT3s!

( Oh! Christmas list. Promised Alyssa I'd put one up. )

Also, new icon!

Current Music: Kaiser Chiefs - I Predict a Riot

I totally missed the almost-cannibalism the first few times through.

I mean, yeah, I caught the whole roasted-child,-with-a-side-of-mint-sauce thing, because that was pretty hard to miss (mint sauce, y'all).

But you know what I missed? The part where Ukiah barely resisted munching on Boy Scout leg.

I mean, it wasn't a live Boy Scout. Crazy Joe Gary had already killed and dismembered it. Him. Obviously, it was a male, 'cause hello, Boy Scout. But I think you can call corpses its.

Anyway. Ukiah wasn't going to butcher anybody, or anything like that. he was just...hungry. And it was there. And he was really hungry.

He'd just been dead! He needed a snack!

And. Huh. Possibly it would not have been cannibalism.

I mean, he's half human/half alien, right? Would it still count?

God, I want some Harry Dresden right now. But I have seriously over-read all of the Dresden Files novels that I could lay hands on right now.

I'm beginning to memorize whole chunks. Of multiple books.

Such as the scene in the latest book where we discover that T-Rexs may be hella quick, but they don't corner well.

But I want more! More about Harry and his unkillable chivalry, and his slutty vampire brother who people keep mistaking for his gay live-in lover, and his new gig as magical judge, jury, and executioner! And I want to see more of his godmother! And Kincaid (omg, how much do I love Kincaid - too much for words, that's how much, bitches)! And Lasciel and her tiny, possibly-faked-for-purposes-of-manipulation-and-eventual-ownership-of-his-soul crush on Harry!

And oh, I both do and do not want to see Michael again. Because I heart him, and if he tries to slay Harry re:Lasciel, I shall have to unlove him right quick. But possibly it will not be that bad! Possibly he will see that Harry is not totally at fault! But...Knights of the Cross, they do not generally truck with this congress with the fallen. But there is Sascha! He was one of the Denarians! And is now a Knight of the Cross!

Anyway.

Love those books. Best sf/f film noir EVER.

Y'all should go read them. Alyssa, I believe you actually have a copy of the first book (courtesy of me).

Also? You suck, with the not asking for something for Christmas. Yet being willing to order me to totally overthrow YEARS of tradition, omg, you'll be lucky if you get freaking ANYTHING.

I ran out of meals on my meal plan and was unable to obtain any supper. I am now so hungry I could eat an organ ferret.

Okay, not really, but ALMOST.

Current Music: Goldie Lookin' Chain - Your Missus Is a Nutter

You know what I want to see?

Garcia from Criminal Minds, Abby from NCIS, and basically the whole crew from Bones, at a conference on...um, some kind of forensics stuff. It'd have to be a range of stuff to get all these people with their range of specialties together, but I'm sure it could be done. And it would rock my socks.

Because it would make so much *sense*. It seems to scan, geographically speaking, although I haven't the slightest as to where the BAU's headquarters is. And Abby *always* seems to know somebody who knows something. Why can't she know the people from the Jefferson Institute (or is it Jeffersonian? I dunno)? OMG, Angela/Abby. They could go clubbing together! Or Garcia/Abby. 'Cause Abby totally doesn't care about looks (she dated that really, really old guy! she appears to have a tiny crush on Ducky!).

Bonus points if Abby explains that she normally wouldn't go to something like this, but she just had to get away from Chip. Because she agreed to give him the month's trial, but he is driving her *crazy*; she's considering asking Gibbs to drive him from her. With his mad intimidation skillz.

He adores Abby. He'd totally do it.

Aww, the thing with the dress code. I love Abby! I love Gibbs! And Tony; Career Girl Barbie!

I am *not* digging the flashbacks on NCIS. Yes, giving us a few so we know the backstory is cool. But stop just throwing them in there all willy-nilly. And that's totally the wrong way to spell willy-nilly. Because it's a slur-y way of saying "will he, nill he". But I am moving on. Because I am the only one who cares. And I should learn to be flexible. Or I will go *crazy*.

Anyway. We get that Gibbs and Madame Bitch Director had a thing. And she's very pretty and you guys surely do enjoy filming her in gratuitous sex scenes. But they *are* gratuitous at this point. Stop it.

And what's with all the flashbacks on Gibbs' dead family? We go two years and never know they're dead and now, suddenly, he's having flashbacks every episode. Again, stop it.

I am enjoying, however, Ziva and Tony. Though I still begin every episode with the obligatory wail of "I miss Kaaaaaaaaaaaaaaate!". Because I DO. If there was a way to have both Ziva *and* Kate, my love would know no bounds. But there's not. Because they shot Kate in the *head*.

Kaaaaaate. I miiiiiiiiiiiiiissssssss you.

I enjoyed the episode before last. Or possibly the one before that. Whichever one made me go "OMG! Ziva is totally stalking Tony! With the pumping McGee for info!". Because that, my friends, is awesome.

And I enjoyed the last episode, with Tony tied to a chair and still kicking ass. And then everyone was all worried about him! That made me happy like you would not *believe*.

Because yes, I'm a slasher, and sometimes a femslasher, and sometimes even a shipper. But most of my absolute favorite scenes are the team ones, the gen ones. Where you know that these people don't just work/save the world/fight crime together, they're friends and they *care* about each other.

And I have added another character to my list. My list of characters that I love so much that I will read them in almost any pairing. I will read het for these people. *Weird* het. Like Xander. Xander is my little black dress. I will read him with *anyone*. I mean, so far. Maybe there's a pairing at which I'll balk, but I haven't found it yet.

And Rodney. I've even read Rodney/*Kolya*. Yes, I felt dirty doing it, but I *read* it. And Simon. For love of the good doctor, I read Simon/Zoe/Wash and LIKED it, y'all.

Now Tony's on the list. Because Michael Weatherly is so *pretty* and Tony tries to act like a slacker, but he comes in after midnight to do more work! And Gibbs and Abby, at least, know about it! And he's so *very* slutty and yet somehow, still charming! And he got the plague! Even dying, he was joking around and whipping out the movie references. I <333333 him.

Oh, and he has heightened senses. At least two that we know of, smell and sight. There should *totally* be more NCIS/The Sentinel crossovers. And a House/NCIS crossover, because for some reason, I want to see how a history of plague would affect House's diagnosis of Tony's mysterious illness. Maybe it wouldn't. But plague! Up on the whiteboard! Oooh! Oooh! House and Gibbs face off! I would PAY MONEY.

Huh. My list contains only guys. It's not that I don't like girls! I just... Look, Willow and Hermione would be on here, but I can't read Willow/Angel or Willow/Spike and I *cannot* stomach Hermione/Draco. I don't care, it's not going to happen.

At this point, I am actually considering writing Laura some Rory/Paris *myself*. Why is there not more? Because my only having saved 7 R/P fics in, like, three years indicates an unforgivable dearth. And I need to give her something nifty-like for Christmas. Of course, anything I wrote would be sadly un-nifty, because I am no good at the banter. Or, really, prose of any kind. But! it's the...thought that counts?

I can't wait for Thanksgiving. 'Cause mmmmm, pie. Pineapple pie. I think I may ask Grandma to make me my own, separate pineapple pie. Shut up! I'm not fat! It's just *that* good.

Also, this year is the first year I have an excuse to ask for my own, separate leftovers. Because I have an apartment, yo. Apartment should totally = own personal pie.

Current Music: The Like - Too Late

I'm psychotic.

Why? Why do I do this? It just makes me look (and really, feel) crazy.

One minute, I'm sitting here, reading, and all is right with the world. The next, I'm *ranting* to myself out *loud* because apparently, I'm the only one in the *world* who payed attention in class the day they taught us about neither and either.

People, please. It's always either/or and neither/nor.

Never, ever should it be neither/or.

Unless Mr. Huston led me terribly astray, and I trust him. You can't *not* trust a man with a Shakespeare action figure.

At least I'm not all gobsmacked that people don't know this one, unlike the derring-do thing. And really! Derring-do! How do people not know that word? How do you read and not learn that word? It's awesome! It has piratical connotations!

English isn't a phonetic language and people should stop writing like it is. I don't care what crap they fed you about "sounding it out" in elementary school. Just stop it.

On a different, less grammar-nazi-ish note, I love Grey's Anatomy. It's the show that makes me ship het. Okay, I also wist for Cristina/Meredith and Alex/George (because George is my *favorite* and he gets *no* love). But I genuinely enjoy Cristina/Burke! And Alex/Izzy (I have no idea how to spell her name)!

And I would not be averse to some Meredith/George (again, *no* love...except for the slutty nurse love that gave him syphilis, and *really*).

And what I would really, really not be averse to? Some Meredith/Addison/McDreamy. And I can't believe I just typed "McDreamy" but I cannot at this moment recall his first name and my hands just automatically spell all forms of the surname Sheppard as "Sheppard" and that is a crossover that can come to no good end.

'Nother crossover one would assume could come to no good end? House/DCU.

And yet I have read *multiple* stories and so far? All good. Not necessarily all good *ends* (they're all too damn short for my tastes). But they make an incredibly cracked out kind of sense and I want to see more of them.

Of course, if I got what I wanted, I would at this very moment have some Brennan/Angela femslash.

Know what I kinda wish I could do? Participate in all those fandom secret santa projects. Not, y'know, *all* all, but one or two of the many. But I'm a lurker; it'd feel like cheating.

Well, okay, until about a month ago I was strictly a lurker. Now I actually post feedback. But still, I refuse to be all parasitic. Though I wanted to do Yuletide.

Yuletide I could have done and felt all virtuous, 'cause if you want to talk rare fandoms... I was willing to give Barrayar fic a shot!

Sadly, this year you need credentials to participate. And I have none. So I'll have to do it next year.

One thing that sucks? All of the books my favorite authors are coming out with? Aren't going to be out in time for Christmas. They all come out in February, June, and July. Really, like six upcoming books I want, and none of them'll be out in time to make the list.

And I have *traditions* to uphold. Every year, I ask for new books, old, hard-to-find books, CDs, and lately, DVDs. Oh, and I ask Grandma for bath products 'cause she always picks the best-smelling stuff I'd never think to try (mmm, Black Raspberry Vanilla).

And I've got a running list of old, hard-to-find books (with some items dating back *six* years). And I've got CDs and DVDs I want. But the "new books" part of the list is looking awfully skimpy. Skimpy as in nonexistent.

I want Tanya Huff and Jim Butcher and James Alan Gardner and Laurell K. Hamilton and Kim Harrison and Wen Spencer and Charlaine Harris and oh my god, I want Lorna Freeman like nothing in my *life* because Covenants is the best book *ever* and it was her first and there's a sequel and it's not coming out 'til *February*.

But to recap: I would be willing to sell, say, a kidney to get new books by: 1) Lorna Freeman, 2) Tanya Huff, and 3) Jim Butcher. And I know about five people who'd be willing to sell *me* their kidneys for the next LKH (and I'm the one who got them *all* hooked, ha!).

I *would* have a book to put on the list, but I'm getting Richard the new Terry Pratchett, because I traditionally give him books (shut up, he likes to read, too, just...not as much; it's books or games, and while books may seem like the cheap-ass option, I consistently spend more on him than he does on me).

So. I am not always the selfish whore I appear to be; I'm letting Richard have the gift we'd both want.

Also, as a final note, I'd like to apologize to Alyssa for ruining her life with my mad recc'ing skills. And also, ha! Feel my pain! The pain of irresistible literature!

Again, I'm *sorry*. Mostly.

Current Music: Garbage - Deadwood

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You Might Roll Your Eyes At This...
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Entries tagged with christmas

Secret Santa Save the Day (Story at 11)

Quick and Dirty

You Might Roll Your Eyes At This...

Wishes and Whims

On Further Re-reading...

Garcia/Abby = My New Crossover Geek-love OTP

(no subject)