May 25th, 2005


Odin's Day

Happy birthday to ayalanya and laurelian!

Little weird in the head; exhaustion + nausea. Not nearly as bad today as yesterday, which is Of The Good; yesterday, I collapsed soon as I got home and was not revived til 4.

Episode III
Much better than I and II, which is indeed damning with faint praise...

Seriously? I do think that he saved things as best he was able, after the mess he made in I and II. I enjoyed it. Yes, Anakin's slide into the Dark Side was ludicrously abrupt (ludicrous speed!), but y'know, to do it right, he'd've had to start it last movie. Were I in charge, I'd've skipped kiddie-Anakin entirely and set the trilogy up with teen/adult Anakin, innocent in I and gradually sliding in II. But I'm not in charge. It read to me like Lucas realized "Oh shit, I forgot to set this up!"

I did enjoy it, though. *nod*

Stupid people are a trial, man. They tax me.

To Adam's Stalker
No, seriously. Stop calling. We're not going to answer the phone.

docorion bought his plane tickets - he arrives on June 21! Which is way too far away. *sigh* But it's what we've got.

And news flash: Adam and I will be visiting Boston in July! We don't know exactly when yet - probably early/mid July. This will likely call for another gathering, as I know that many people will want to meet Adam. :) New York people, we *will* get to you - we definitely want to visit NYC! But we're hitting Boston first.
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*drums nails on desk*

I am bored. So I give you a picture.

One of my least favorite parts about Getting My Picture Taken - fake-smiling. So if I'm getting my picture taken a lot, sometimes I will hide my mouth just so I don't fake-smile.


These pics are unretouched by the 'gnome, because the 'gnome is a busy 'gnome. Which is why I have frizzies on top of my head and in some you can see the patch of dry skin that was driving me crazy when these were taken. And the chronic-pain-wrinkle.

So. 'song, unplugged.

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I am lucky, because I have people who love me. People who make sure I eat enough food. People who tuck me into bed and help me down the hall when I can't walk. People who feed me music. People who are okay with me napping when they're around. People who talk to me, and people who listen to me. People who hold me, and people who want me to hold them.

This train of thought has derailed, and may be picked up on later.

But one example -

When I fall asleep reading, Elayna will creep up to me, slide the book out of my hands, put a bookmark in it, and set it on the coffee table. She'll then put a blanket on me and kiss my forehead.

She learned this by watching me with Adam, Adam with me, us with her, et cetera. She is growing up with people who take care of each other...
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Writing - XanaDuMalion

Times when it rocks to be a writer, #573

I have - well, it's too good to be called fan-art. I have a painting of my character Tiala by jnanacandra. It is gorgeous. And it will be posted as soon as I have her permission, which I think was already implied in the e-mail, but I like to be sure.

Anyway. I am like wow. And so will you be. *nod*

It is good to be the writer. Oh yes.

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Adam: "I just explained the concept of 'continuity' to Elayna."
Me: "Ah. Did you tell her about Donna Troy?"
Adam: "She's not ready for that yet!"

...listen, if you're not a comics geek, just nod and smile and trust us, okay?
Talthar Kithrayna


His eyes, sad, accusatory. "Someone has to stand for what's right."

Her laugh - and she moved aside so gracefully, moved like a dancer as she beckoned to Janos to shoot him...

I wake up with her laugh echoing in my mind, my heart hammering, sweat sticking my shirt to my chest.


Again and again and again, the dream. His eyes, her laugh. The gunshots roaring in my ears, taking everything else away.

I squeeze my eyes shut, remembering her eyes - fierce, savage glee. That small and sweetly-formed monster. Alanna.

I never scream in my dreams. The cat has my tongue. Alanna's stolen my voice.

All the things I should have said that night:

"Michael, just say yes. Don't provoke her."

"Michael - I didn't know."

But I had no words - just fear, and the raw scream when Janos pulled the trigger.

I peel the shirt off, walk to the window. Slow-motion. The room has the eerie bluish light unique to two, three o'clock in the morning. The strangeness light has when no one's supposed to be looking at it.

I can see the whole city from my Aerie. I can almost see into the sacred grove.

I can see his House. Very faintly.

I'd screamed, and Kristian had held me back...

"Ryan, stop. She doesn't know, doesn't know you were lovers. Ryan - you are safe as long as she doesn't know. Shut. Up."

"What does it matter?"

"She'll kill you if-"

"What is there to live for now? Michael..."

He shook me, made me look at him. "Your House."

My House. Michael died trying to protect his House.

I have to live to protect mine.

I have to live with the memories.

The dreams.

His eyes. Her laugh.

The glass is cool against my forehead, and I splay my hand against it. My city, in this two o'clock light, glinting off glossy curves of window-box tomatoes. My city, skirted in writhing fog.

His city.

Her city.

My staccato pulse; my slow-cooling sweat.

I just want something

My slow-fading memory of his voice, recovered only in nightmares.

I just want something I can never have.

I take a ragged breath. Tomorrow. Tomorrow will be better.

I didn't know.

Names (on Lost)

Because name meanings are important:

Aaron, btw, per my baby name book: From a variety of Hebrew roots, meaning "to sing", "to shine", "to teach", or "a mountain". Also, from the Arabic, meaning "a messenger".