*YAWN*

Was away from the computer all weekend. If I missed something, let me know.

Final score (until tonight) - two apple pies in the freezer, two quarts of tomato sauce in refrigerator and one really delicious pork chops n apples dinner last night. No time for raspberries, though there were a lot of them if you wanted to pick (and the orchard was charging $12 for three pint baskets - no).

Tonight, the last two pies and we eat the rest out of hand. I got Jonagolds, Gravensteins and Galas. (The Galas are very cute, almost crabapple size and sweet like candy. YUM.) I might still consider some applesauce. Might.

Welcome to your day, already in progress.

*YAWN*

Was away from the computer all weekend. If I missed something, let me know.

Final score (until tonight) - two apple pies in the freezer, two quarts of tomato sauce in refrigerator and one really delicious pork chops n apples dinner last night. No time for raspberries, though there were a lot of them if you wanted to pick (and the orchard was charging $12 for three pint baskets - no).

Tonight, the last two pies and we eat the rest out of hand. I got Jonagolds, Gravensteins and Galas. (The Galas are very cute, almost crabapple size and sweet like candy. YUM.) I might still consider some applesauce. Might.

Welcome to your day, already in progress.

*YAWN*

Was away from the computer all weekend. If I missed something, let me know.

Final score (until tonight) - two apple pies in the freezer, two quarts of tomato sauce in refrigerator and one really delicious pork chops n apples dinner last night. No time for raspberries, though there were a lot of them if you wanted to pick (and the orchard was charging $12 for three pint baskets - no).

Tonight, the last two pies and we eat the rest out of hand. I got Jonagolds, Gravensteins and Galas. (The Galas are very cute, almost crabapple size and sweet like candy. YUM.) I might still consider some applesauce. Might.

Welcome to your day, already in progress.

Yup.

Nine years today.

He never saw Y2K. 9/11. Cowboy Bebop. iPods, iPhones, multi-gig microprocessors, wireless networking, hybrid cars like the Prius, Alton Brown....

I wonder what he'd make of it all.

Something tells me he wouldn't have stayed a Republican.

He'd have found the wii fascinating.

Not fair.

And I wonder what he would have done, had he stayed healthy and in engineering. I always do.

I'll pull out some kirsch tomorrow night or something.

Still miss you, husband. And I resent that the memories keep stretching further and further into the past. I really do.

Yup.

Nine years today.

He never saw Y2K. 9/11. Cowboy Bebop. iPods, iPhones, multi-gig microprocessors, wireless networking, hybrid cars like the Prius, Alton Brown....

I wonder what he'd make of it all.

Something tells me he wouldn't have stayed a Republican.

He'd have found the wii fascinating.

Not fair.

And I wonder what he would have done, had he stayed healthy and in engineering. I always do.

I'll pull out some kirsch tomorrow night or something.

Still miss you, husband. And I resent that the memories keep stretching further and further into the past. I really do.

Yup.

Nine years today.

He never saw Y2K. 9/11. Cowboy Bebop. iPods, iPhones, multi-gig microprocessors, wireless networking, hybrid cars like the Prius, Alton Brown....

I wonder what he'd make of it all.

Something tells me he wouldn't have stayed a Republican.

He'd have found the wii fascinating.

Not fair.

And I wonder what he would have done, had he stayed healthy and in engineering. I always do.

I'll pull out some kirsch tomorrow night or something.

Still miss you, husband. And I resent that the memories keep stretching further and further into the past. I really do.

Landmines

I'm looking back into my journal to the first year I was posting, looking for an entry I did on fandoms. I'll find it. But in the meantime, I'm finding comedy gold.

Like the one time Jim and I considered going to Yaoi-Con.

9/11, 2002.

Finally. There it is.

Media Thingies I have Loved Before...

Having doreentracy on the FL (took me long enough to find out she had an LJ - *eyeroll*) has brought a number of things. One, she's my favorite audience, bar none. Jim, a close second, tends to wear me out because he wants to read everything as it comes up on the screen. SHOO.

She always waited until I was done. And I would read to her over the phone. Best audience EVAR.

But she and I have a history - both good and bad. (Oh bother, we were awful to each other at times. We're the same age and did the same stupid things to each other at the same time that I think everyone does. You aren't grown up at 21. Trust us on this. Things I know now I should never have done, can recognize them for the mistakes they made and have never made again. But we both carry some scars from it.)

She's also still writing in her Quantum Leap alternate history/afterworld, and doing the same fine job she always did.

For me, the memories aren't good enough yet - and the smarting has yet to fade. I remember - and cringe.

The one who seduced you and screwed you over and broke your heart in a million pieces and then just laughed about it with all his friends: Quantum Leap.

I've had the mile-long stare and deep sighs this weekend. I think of what I'd want to hear from people who I dealt with, back in the day - and haven't dealt with since. People I don't think even like me, much. She says there's to be another convention, y'see. I was in regular contact with the back office at QL, was acquainted with a number of people who worked on the show. I did the march on NBC...but I also designed the first convention. When I borked booking the talent - and this is where I can't say anything more about it, I swore up and down I would not - I withdrew. Just in time too, Cliff got hurt during the process and by the time the convention actually happened, he'd been in the hospital having amputations and so forth. From there, Life was taking care of Cliff until he died.

But I never went back to the business. I'd found out just how much my age and gender had impacted any chance I'd ever have of making a living there. (How? BADLY. Like, fuggetaboutit. Oh, and BTW? You're just a fan, and that's all you're going to be seen as. A female fan, too. The worst kind.)

I remade my skill set and got a job paying enough to support me. In time, you see me as I am today - making enough to support four people. If I had stayed in the business, I'd likely still be a secretary - at best.

And it still hurts. When I remember.

If you want to absolutely gut me, all you have to do is completely misread my intentions and accuse me of doing things I would never tolerate towards me or anyone I ever knew. Make assumptions about my motivations so far off in left field, my first reaction is "HUH?" before the reaction sets in that my age and gender have done me in again, and I can do nothing about it.

And do it such a fashion that it lasts.

I was flatly amazed it still had that much power left in it.

Landmines

I'm looking back into my journal to the first year I was posting, looking for an entry I did on fandoms. I'll find it. But in the meantime, I'm finding comedy gold.

Like the one time Jim and I considered going to Yaoi-Con.

9/11, 2002.

Finally. There it is.

Media Thingies I have Loved Before...

Having doreentracy on the FL (took me long enough to find out she had an LJ - *eyeroll*) has brought a number of things. One, she's my favorite audience, bar none. Jim, a close second, tends to wear me out because he wants to read everything as it comes up on the screen. SHOO.

She always waited until I was done. And I would read to her over the phone. Best audience EVAR.

But she and I have a history - both good and bad. (Oh bother, we were awful to each other at times. We're the same age and did the same stupid things to each other at the same time that I think everyone does. You aren't grown up at 21. Trust us on this. Things I know now I should never have done, can recognize them for the mistakes they made and have never made again. But we both carry some scars from it.)

She's also still writing in her Quantum Leap alternate history/afterworld, and doing the same fine job she always did.

For me, the memories aren't good enough yet - and the smarting has yet to fade. I remember - and cringe.

The one who seduced you and screwed you over and broke your heart in a million pieces and then just laughed about it with all his friends: Quantum Leap.

I've had the mile-long stare and deep sighs this weekend. I think of what I'd want to hear from people who I dealt with, back in the day - and haven't dealt with since. People I don't think even like me, much. She says there's to be another convention, y'see. I was in regular contact with the back office at QL, was acquainted with a number of people who worked on the show. I did the march on NBC...but I also designed the first convention. When I borked booking the talent - and this is where I can't say anything more about it, I swore up and down I would not - I withdrew. Just in time too, Cliff got hurt during the process and by the time the convention actually happened, he'd been in the hospital having amputations and so forth. From there, Life was taking care of Cliff until he died.

But I never went back to the business. I'd found out just how much my age and gender had impacted any chance I'd ever have of making a living there. (How? BADLY. Like, fuggetaboutit. Oh, and BTW? You're just a fan, and that's all you're going to be seen as. A female fan, too. The worst kind.)

I remade my skill set and got a job paying enough to support me. In time, you see me as I am today - making enough to support four people. If I had stayed in the business, I'd likely still be a secretary - at best.

And it still hurts. When I remember.

If you want to absolutely gut me, all you have to do is completely misread my intentions and accuse me of doing things I would never tolerate towards me or anyone I ever knew. Make assumptions about my motivations so far off in left field, my first reaction is "HUH?" before the reaction sets in that my age and gender have done me in again, and I can do nothing about it.

And do it such a fashion that it lasts.

I was flatly amazed it still had that much power left in it.

Landmines

I'm looking back into my journal to the first year I was posting, looking for an entry I did on fandoms. I'll find it. But in the meantime, I'm finding comedy gold.

Like the one time Jim and I considered going to Yaoi-Con.

9/11, 2002.

Finally. There it is.

Media Thingies I have Loved Before...

Having doreentracy on the FL (took me long enough to find out she had an LJ - *eyeroll*) has brought a number of things. One, she's my favorite audience, bar none. Jim, a close second, tends to wear me out because he wants to read everything as it comes up on the screen. SHOO.

She always waited until I was done. And I would read to her over the phone. Best audience EVAR.

But she and I have a history - both good and bad. (Oh bother, we were awful to each other at times. We're the same age and did the same stupid things to each other at the same time that I think everyone does. You aren't grown up at 21. Trust us on this. Things I know now I should never have done, can recognize them for the mistakes they made and have never made again. But we both carry some scars from it.)

She's also still writing in her Quantum Leap alternate history/afterworld, and doing the same fine job she always did.

For me, the memories aren't good enough yet - and the smarting has yet to fade. I remember - and cringe.

The one who seduced you and screwed you over and broke your heart in a million pieces and then just laughed about it with all his friends: Quantum Leap.

I've had the mile-long stare and deep sighs this weekend. I think of what I'd want to hear from people who I dealt with, back in the day - and haven't dealt with since. People I don't think even like me, much. She says there's to be another convention, y'see. I was in regular contact with the back office at QL, was acquainted with a number of people who worked on the show. I did the march on NBC...but I also designed the first convention. When I borked booking the talent - and this is where I can't say anything more about it, I swore up and down I would not - I withdrew. Just in time too, Cliff got hurt during the process and by the time the convention actually happened, he'd been in the hospital having amputations and so forth. From there, Life was taking care of Cliff until he died.

But I never went back to the business. I'd found out just how much my age and gender had impacted any chance I'd ever have of making a living there. (How? BADLY. Like, fuggetaboutit. Oh, and BTW? You're just a fan, and that's all you're going to be seen as. A female fan, too. The worst kind.)

I remade my skill set and got a job paying enough to support me. In time, you see me as I am today - making enough to support four people. If I had stayed in the business, I'd likely still be a secretary - at best.

And it still hurts. When I remember.

If you want to absolutely gut me, all you have to do is completely misread my intentions and accuse me of doing things I would never tolerate towards me or anyone I ever knew. Make assumptions about my motivations so far off in left field, my first reaction is "HUH?" before the reaction sets in that my age and gender have done me in again, and I can do nothing about it.

And do it such a fashion that it lasts.

I was flatly amazed it still had that much power left in it.