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minxySo I apparently haven't posted since the funeral, eh? I'm not really sure how to begin to update, and I feel I ought to for closure or something (I should change my default picture too, hrm). Maybe bullet points?
- Funeral: Well, that happened, it was a gorgeous taze service (repetitive simple melody songs) and great time with family. Also, notably, a friend of mine from church who is, I think, 84? She commented that I looked really sexy in my (totally modest, honestly, it was a funeral) black dress. That was a perfectly timed gift of laughter; I thanked her muchly.
- Family: my brother called me three times during the five hour delay in the San Francisco airport (if I'd been delayed any further I would have insisted they put me up for the night, hand to God.) Little Brother was worried about what to wear to the funeral, how to be respectful in clean, smart, clothes and still look like himself. I told him I was going traditional with black, but Mom was intending to go multi-colored in celebration, and therefore anything he wore would probably be fine. He felt that platitude was really insufficient, obviously, and dragged me shopping to get a black shirt from American Apparel that had no holes in it. If you were wondering, I suggested and he chose to pair it with grey slacks that he already owned, so he looked both respectful and like himself, I think. Worked well. Funny little brother, he can only process stuff like this in conversation with me, and my (only child) little cousin does the same to him.
-Coming out of it: my skin is finally all clear again, everyone sounded happy on the phone and since my Dad and I fixed the lawnmower when I was home, the parents spent Mother's Day catharticly attacking the yard (they have two acres, the grass was *long*). In the evening they had dinner with my little brother, apparently, whom they've dubbed the current favorite child. I pointed out that I was the one who put up drywall, installed two doors and FIXED THE LAWNMOWER, thanks; I won a small concession there, but little brother still came out ahead with involvement in food. Drat him anyway.
- The president has sent me money, which arrived the same day as an invitation from Coach (since I'm a valued extra-special customer. WTF? I bought a $5 keychain there once!) to come in to buy a flaming yellow bag. I shall thwart both of these bad influences and put the money towards the alarming credit card debt I still have (STOOPID INTEREST RATES) but I'm beginning to see the light at the end of the tunnel with this whole debt situation.
-despite this, I may start looking for a job next year. I'm just not sure I need academics so much I'm willing to go without a living wage for the next three years.
-On the plane ride home from the funeral, I, in my dazed and confused state (not chemically enhanced, thanks) Met a Man. I blame my grandmother shoving men at me even from the afterlife, but it was a lovely conversation, kiss or two and exchange of phone numbers. Impetuously (because he lives in San Fran) we both drove several hours to meet in wine country for dinner on Sunday. Alas, he did not live up to my memory of the serendipitously met, beautiful man with the light Caribbean accent, but for a week, it was a lovely adventure.
-Speaking of men-types, I signed up with a profile at an internet dating site some time ago, and then went oblivious about it. There are a few messages in my inbox there, though, so I may actually meet some of these guys and see what's up. Might be some good friendships to be had at the very least.
-FANNISHLY, omg. Fannishly I seem to have taken the great forward leap of becoming a moderator of a ficathon. I'm not entirely sure how this happened, but if you have any interest in another SG-1 and Atlantis remix ficathon, mosey over to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
gateverse_remix and support a girl, would you? If you can play, sign up. If you can pinch hit, I'll love you forever. If you can pimp the comm, the sign-ups or the stories when they post, you know I'll appreciate it.
GATEVERSE REMIX PEOPLE. Sign-ups will be open for two weeks.
I have no idea how this happened, but it will be an adventure, I think (omg I'm going to give myself such a kick-ass assignment, because I am a morally bankrupt mod, you know it.)
(seriously, I have no sense of honor, you just wait for proof.)
-Fic wise, I think in further pimping of the Remix (No. Shame.) I'm going to post a different sort of recs list with the working theme of 'remixes that are even stronger stories taken together.' It doesn't always work this way, of course, sometimes one story is much stronger than the other, or sometimes it's not a remix so much as a tangent or a sequel, but when authors hit a simpatico place? Remixes can be so, so interesting.
Stay tuned, loyal viewers.
- Funeral: Well, that happened, it was a gorgeous taze service (repetitive simple melody songs) and great time with family. Also, notably, a friend of mine from church who is, I think, 84? She commented that I looked really sexy in my (totally modest, honestly, it was a funeral) black dress. That was a perfectly timed gift of laughter; I thanked her muchly.
- Family: my brother called me three times during the five hour delay in the San Francisco airport (if I'd been delayed any further I would have insisted they put me up for the night, hand to God.) Little Brother was worried about what to wear to the funeral, how to be respectful in clean, smart, clothes and still look like himself. I told him I was going traditional with black, but Mom was intending to go multi-colored in celebration, and therefore anything he wore would probably be fine. He felt that platitude was really insufficient, obviously, and dragged me shopping to get a black shirt from American Apparel that had no holes in it. If you were wondering, I suggested and he chose to pair it with grey slacks that he already owned, so he looked both respectful and like himself, I think. Worked well. Funny little brother, he can only process stuff like this in conversation with me, and my (only child) little cousin does the same to him.
-Coming out of it: my skin is finally all clear again, everyone sounded happy on the phone and since my Dad and I fixed the lawnmower when I was home, the parents spent Mother's Day catharticly attacking the yard (they have two acres, the grass was *long*). In the evening they had dinner with my little brother, apparently, whom they've dubbed the current favorite child. I pointed out that I was the one who put up drywall, installed two doors and FIXED THE LAWNMOWER, thanks; I won a small concession there, but little brother still came out ahead with involvement in food. Drat him anyway.
- The president has sent me money, which arrived the same day as an invitation from Coach (since I'm a valued extra-special customer. WTF? I bought a $5 keychain there once!) to come in to buy a flaming yellow bag. I shall thwart both of these bad influences and put the money towards the alarming credit card debt I still have (STOOPID INTEREST RATES) but I'm beginning to see the light at the end of the tunnel with this whole debt situation.
-despite this, I may start looking for a job next year. I'm just not sure I need academics so much I'm willing to go without a living wage for the next three years.
-On the plane ride home from the funeral, I, in my dazed and confused state (not chemically enhanced, thanks) Met a Man. I blame my grandmother shoving men at me even from the afterlife, but it was a lovely conversation, kiss or two and exchange of phone numbers. Impetuously (because he lives in San Fran) we both drove several hours to meet in wine country for dinner on Sunday. Alas, he did not live up to my memory of the serendipitously met, beautiful man with the light Caribbean accent, but for a week, it was a lovely adventure.
-Speaking of men-types, I signed up with a profile at an internet dating site some time ago, and then went oblivious about it. There are a few messages in my inbox there, though, so I may actually meet some of these guys and see what's up. Might be some good friendships to be had at the very least.
-FANNISHLY, omg. Fannishly I seem to have taken the great forward leap of becoming a moderator of a ficathon. I'm not entirely sure how this happened, but if you have any interest in another SG-1 and Atlantis remix ficathon, mosey over to
gateverse_remix and support a girl, would you? If you can play, sign up. If you can pinch hit, I'll love you forever. If you can pimp the comm, the sign-ups or the stories when they post, you know I'll appreciate it. GATEVERSE REMIX PEOPLE. Sign-ups will be open for two weeks.
I have no idea how this happened, but it will be an adventure, I think (omg I'm going to give myself such a kick-ass assignment, because I am a morally bankrupt mod, you know it.)
(seriously, I have no sense of honor, you just wait for proof.)
-Fic wise, I think in further pimping of the Remix (No. Shame.) I'm going to post a different sort of recs list with the working theme of 'remixes that are even stronger stories taken together.' It doesn't always work this way, of course, sometimes one story is much stronger than the other, or sometimes it's not a remix so much as a tangent or a sequel, but when authors hit a simpatico place? Remixes can be so, so interesting.
Stay tuned, loyal viewers.
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Date: 2008-05-13 04:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-13 05:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-13 05:34 pm (UTC)Isn't the sentence structure twitchy? It's driving me batshit.
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Date: 2008-05-13 06:11 pm (UTC)People are signing up for the remix YAY. YOU SIGNED UP YAY!
(I'm going to be such a stoic mod, can you tell?)
Feel free to script the 'no, I don't think I'll have your children for you' script for me. I think I have to have That Conversation with the guy sometime soon. Possibly when I don't have a million things to do after work, but soon.
I'm also thinking it's time to switch default icons, do you want to weigh in on this one?
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Date: 2008-05-13 05:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-13 05:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-13 05:25 pm (UTC)When you post the master list it would be great if they could be separated into an SGA list and an SG-1 list.... I am totally clueless about 90 percent of the stuff that happens on the SGA side.
But that's just a tiny commenty type idea from a reader.
It's great to have the prospect of more Gate fic for the summer!
Thanks for the funeral update, and good luck on the dating and romance thing. *mwah*
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Date: 2008-05-13 05:53 pm (UTC)Yaaaaaaay for remix readers!
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Date: 2008-05-13 06:09 pm (UTC)but again: this is probably very minor and stupid to anyone but me because I'm like in the half percent of readers who only do sg1 and not sga, so i'll shut up nao!!!
thanks again for taking this on; it's sure to be splendid regardless.
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Date: 2008-05-13 06:19 pm (UTC)And masterlists are often author, title and recipient, but if you only read a subset of the stories, you'll get a lot more out of perusing the posts in the comm and seeing the actual headers. Seriously! Give it a shot! [/mod pimping]
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Date: 2008-05-13 06:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-13 11:03 pm (UTC)During the remix I will be 1) hiking in Ireland for 4 weeks and 2) moving across the country but I Want To Play! *wavers at temptation*
I'm excited about your rec list. Could also be useful to link it to remix when you do it as part of the "here are some hints on how to do a remix to help you out"
(sorry, WiP that is eating my brain is really messing with my sentence structures)
*squishes you some more*
I promise that if you ever fixed my lawnmower (we will ignore the fact that I own neither a lawn nor a mower) you would totally be favorite.
*stops being random at you after one more squish*
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Date: 2008-05-14 05:02 am (UTC)It's workable, totally workable. And I'd love to have you, obviously.
Yeah, I'd already thought to link in the comm, if for no other reason then to remind people about sign-ups etc.
*sigh* Favoritism is so fleeting, really. I mean, sure, a lawnmower is appreciated, but what about the next time something breaks or someone carries bags and bags of mulch around for the Mama? Fleeting. Fickle parents.
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Date: 2008-05-14 02:59 pm (UTC)*sigh* silly fickle, fleeting favoritism :P
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Date: 2008-05-14 03:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-13 11:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-14 05:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-13 11:53 pm (UTC)And oh Coach....they keep sending me catalogues which make me smile and think of the 1960's. They don't make me want to shop though. ;)
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Date: 2008-05-14 05:03 am (UTC)That's all I'm saying. Valued customer? WHATEV.
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Date: 2008-05-14 10:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-19 01:47 am (UTC)I didn't expect it to happen so soon. You seem to be holding on well on the outside. I'm hoping the inside is well, too.
I'm still wondering if it's better when it's a process and not an event. I just realized that when I sometimes think about death of my loved ones - what would I do, where would I go, alone with a baby in a foreign country - I always think of an event. My husband, my brother, my parents, even. Not once have I thought about a slow process of fading. Like with birth, where you prepare for nine months, and you slowly become a mother whether you want it or not. It's good. Should I hope for the future events to be like the one you experienced? Do you have experience in both? Which one is easier?
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Date: 2008-05-19 02:11 am (UTC)It's really hard to explain, I think, how quickly one estimates the end is coming. I mean, my grandmother was in denial right up until the end there, so her doctors all said encouraging things and everyone wanted to focus on good things, but you could *hear* the fear ramping up in the phone conversations with my Mom. You could tell she was conflicted about calling in the family, but ultimately she wouldn't have done it if she didn't think it was time to say goodbye.
Easier is a difficult question, because it is still so sad. What I can say about the fade is that it felt like a natural process, and I was glad that everything that needed to be said could be said, and everything that couldn't be verbalized was still communicated, and everyone who wanted to say goodbye did so when Nana clearly recognized all of us.
I've had life-threatening, traumatic emergencies happen to my parents twice while I was overseas, and there was a distinct sense of 'wrong' and 'not enough time' about it. Everything that had to be understood had a window of a few hours in which to process it, and in that time, many of the decisions had been made and most of the consequences were in. Then again, I was so far away and it would have been so expensive to go home that if I'd needed to, I wouldn't have been able to be as present as I'd have wished, not without leaving everything I was doing abroad.
I did fly home when I was living in Denmark and Mom was diagnosed with a very fast growing cancer. The timing was all wrong, but I was there. Then I came back home a month later for summer break, and left everything in Denmark behind. When Dad had a heart attack and surgery to implant three medical stents I was in South Africa. My commitment was only for three weeks, but they went to great lengths to make sure I knew that the emergency was past and that they wanted me to stay. So I flew halfway around the world in 24 hours with no breaks to get home for my Dad's birthday at the end of the three weeks.