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Frank George with the FBI in Hawaii keeps sending me emails. I'm just leaving them in the spam folder. (Joe, if it's you, get a better alias.)

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I planted Hollyhocks. :)


Unfortunately, that ended my usefulness for the day.

Livejournal's crap has gone from mildly annoying to teeth-grindingly irritating. They'd better be thankful I only recently bought a yearly subscription, because the way things are at the moment I surely wouldn't be re-upping.

As is, seriously considering packing myself and my muses off here (Dreamwidth).

Requisite fannish lol: Tonight, I passed by the tv while the parents were watching a 7th Heaven rerun and someone mentioned a 'Meredith Davis', which sounded to me like 'Meredith Davies' which made me squee then ask 'wait, is she an addict?', which got me strange looks.

And this is a granny joke waiting to happen.

My inner seven year old is content. I dyed easter eggs. Won't hunt them (sib: Uh, I'msixteen.), but still...pretty colors.

I feel an urge to write Trek fic again.

Obviously, I haven't tried that in a long, long while.

And no, I can't write TOS or reboot.

Any of you more productive, up to date people know where I can find challenges/prompts of any sort to get me started again?

iTunes store now has all Enterprise seasons up. Now for the other non-TOS series...

And Salute Your Shorts. Ug Magnus!

(And also, there's a Magnus Hanso in Lost? Lawl)

And let me say:

I don't like charity. I don't like being beholden to anyone. I don't like depriving another person of a single dime of theirs (even if they have a few hundred thousand extra laying around). I DON'T LIKE CHARITY.

But I give to charity, because it makes me feel like I make a difference somehow, because it feels like the right thing to do. I don't begrudge paying taxes, even though my dollar could go a hell of a lot further without them. I don't piss on those who draw Medicaid and Social Security, because my parents are biding their time until they're eligible and can have some small amount of relief after decades of barely making ends meet, of tossing and turning nightly over how to buy groceries at the end of the week and how to deal with bad teeth without going to the dentist.

I don't like charity, but I believe this country is about charity, and it's about everyone throwing into the pot because after all, those are the concepts our nation was founded upon.

I don't know if this bill is good. I don't know if it's bad. I just know it can't be worse than what we have now. I'm sick of worrying myself sick wondering whether I or my family will have health coverage when we need it. I want to be able to change to a job that doesn't give me ulcers without the fear of losing my company bought insurance. I want to know I won't be faced with fees I can't afford for private insurance, and I want to know that I won't be denied insurance with a new company I CAN afford because of a pre-existing condition. Like cancer. That shit gets expensive after a while.

I don't give a fuck if the top tier of America's wealthiest doesn't want to pay my bills. Cry me a river. Most of them have made it to where they are on the broken backs of others. Ask THEIR employees how the benefits package looks.

In short, take your noble ethics about manning up and shove them where the sun doesn't shine. I've busted my ass since the day I was old enough to legally work and it's fucking nice to know I finally might get something beside a proverbial bullet to the head, if I need help.

And this is why I keep things shallow and fluffy.

I woke up this morning, had my coffee, said 'ugh!', grabbed the laptop, and crawled back into bed. My mother keeps coming in and laughing at me, not in that 'you're so silly' way but in that 'you're such a bum' way. I pretend not to see.

Did manage to call the university and set up a registration appointment. Now I have a week to find course numbers to give them and hope one or two will still be free. Need to buy another parking permit too. I have to keep reminding myself that I want to do this and it's not like there are any better alternatives lest I become over-whelmed.

One annoyance: every major I think I'd really like and might actually lead to work requires public speaking credits. I absolutely cannot and will not do a public speaking class.