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it is over there. Because I am bored out of it.
I just had an impromptu extra day for the weekend, thanks to that nice layer of ice that covered the roads (although it did make for interesting dog walking in which it was found that being pulled by your dog only works when he can get traction).
So I did manage to spread cleaning over two days (although I'm still not done - saving that for Thursday to exhaust myself and go to sleep early), with intermitent viewing of the Daytona 500.
And the first person who picks on me for liking NASCAR gets it. And the little dog too. I have to let my inner redneck shine somehow. It's safer for the general public if it's by way of NASCAR. (And poor Baby. He had bad car trouble, although if the race could have run the full 500 miles, I don't doubt he would have been up front fighting for the win. And how cool would it have been if he could have pulled off what's never been done before? All three races at Daytona during Speed Week. The Bud Shootout, the Busch race and the 500. Um, you don't care, do you? *g* And just in case you're still reading this section, Baby is also known as Dale Earnhart Jr., my one and only odd choice for hottie.)
Okay, back to things only marginally more interesting to the public than NASCAR.
So I worked on my Crime Scene Sketch (hee, I get to do cooooll stuff!) and discovered that the inner interior decorator couldn't let her crime scene have a bad floor plan. I made it into a fabulous house, with just a petty burglary. Fingerprints galore, some footprints and broken glass. The actual layout was way more detailed than the crime.
Yep, very lame.
Tried to concept on a L/R story (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
musesfool is enabling me to write X-Men) and was too distracted. I promise Vic, I'll get something done on one, just probably after I come back from DilloCon.
I did find the opening bits of a Chloe boredom fic I started a few weeks back, and darn it, I really like the way that one started. I'm going to have to resurect it. I'm highly critical of my writing style, sometimes I feel like everything is extremely boring, but man, that one just felt right. So I'm resurecting "Demolition." Of course it will probably be worked on after DilloCon also.
And darn it, I'm still bored. Waiting for the mail to get here, as it might contain my makeup I ordered from some Parisian company. Funky eyeshadows and whatnot. Some lipstick. I'm hoping to get them before DilloCon so I have something new to play with (the smokey eyes thing is boring me again).
Oh, had dinner with the folks on Saturday night, and in my quest to de-freak them over DilloCon (because they just don't like the idea of me meeting anyone from the internet), I decided to go online and "show" them some of the people. Currently they don't seem to be freaked bysullivanlane (meaning they are now aware you are not a 300 lb. guy named David), although they don't seem to be too sure whether you're Kat, or if it's the Monkey posing as Kat. Yeah, the cute picture of the two of you was the one they saw. *g*
And my mom, upon seeingplum_evil's blog, decided that Kathe was my dad's kind of girl. *g* I personally found that hysterical, because my mom was basing this on all of the shows that Kathe likes (Farscape and Stargate in particular) and didn't seem to make the connection that my dad and I are a hell of a lot alike. I think Kathe is cool, so naturally wouldn't my dad? Hee.
Of course I had to stop there, because they were starting to get cross-eyed. Too funny. My mom goes catatonic as soon as anything science-fictiony comes up. And believe me, a con counts.
My grandmother also found out about the trip, thanks to my big mouthed mom. It had been agreed that no grandparents would find out because they would all freak. That's their nature. My parents are bad enough as it is. In a family of worrywarts, you want to limit the stress. But mom goes and blurts I'm going on a trip in front of Gran, who then asks where. The mention of Houston brings up San Antonio, which means we get onto another subject of the World War II convention that is happening there in March (my grandfather's squadron is meeting up) and how she wishes we could have gone (I will go with her next year, I swear). So we get off track. And then mom goes *back* to it again and tells Gran it's a thing with internet friends. And Gran starts to hyperventilate. *rolls eyes*
There is a reason my family needs to calm down. That being one of them. Jeez.
BTW, I have found a second song to sing at karoake night. "Brick House." Yep. Gonna entertain the masses with my low, sexy growl. *g* Or make everyone beg me to stop. One or the other.
I just had an impromptu extra day for the weekend, thanks to that nice layer of ice that covered the roads (although it did make for interesting dog walking in which it was found that being pulled by your dog only works when he can get traction).
So I did manage to spread cleaning over two days (although I'm still not done - saving that for Thursday to exhaust myself and go to sleep early), with intermitent viewing of the Daytona 500.
And the first person who picks on me for liking NASCAR gets it. And the little dog too. I have to let my inner redneck shine somehow. It's safer for the general public if it's by way of NASCAR. (And poor Baby. He had bad car trouble, although if the race could have run the full 500 miles, I don't doubt he would have been up front fighting for the win. And how cool would it have been if he could have pulled off what's never been done before? All three races at Daytona during Speed Week. The Bud Shootout, the Busch race and the 500. Um, you don't care, do you? *g* And just in case you're still reading this section, Baby is also known as Dale Earnhart Jr., my one and only odd choice for hottie.)
Okay, back to things only marginally more interesting to the public than NASCAR.
So I worked on my Crime Scene Sketch (hee, I get to do cooooll stuff!) and discovered that the inner interior decorator couldn't let her crime scene have a bad floor plan. I made it into a fabulous house, with just a petty burglary. Fingerprints galore, some footprints and broken glass. The actual layout was way more detailed than the crime.
Yep, very lame.
Tried to concept on a L/R story (
musesfool is enabling me to write X-Men) and was too distracted. I promise Vic, I'll get something done on one, just probably after I come back from DilloCon.I did find the opening bits of a Chloe boredom fic I started a few weeks back, and darn it, I really like the way that one started. I'm going to have to resurect it. I'm highly critical of my writing style, sometimes I feel like everything is extremely boring, but man, that one just felt right. So I'm resurecting "Demolition." Of course it will probably be worked on after DilloCon also.
And darn it, I'm still bored. Waiting for the mail to get here, as it might contain my makeup I ordered from some Parisian company. Funky eyeshadows and whatnot. Some lipstick. I'm hoping to get them before DilloCon so I have something new to play with (the smokey eyes thing is boring me again).
Oh, had dinner with the folks on Saturday night, and in my quest to de-freak them over DilloCon (because they just don't like the idea of me meeting anyone from the internet), I decided to go online and "show" them some of the people. Currently they don't seem to be freaked by
sullivanlane (meaning they are now aware you are not a 300 lb. guy named David), although they don't seem to be too sure whether you're Kat, or if it's the Monkey posing as Kat. Yeah, the cute picture of the two of you was the one they saw. *g*And my mom, upon seeing
plum_evil's blog, decided that Kathe was my dad's kind of girl. *g* I personally found that hysterical, because my mom was basing this on all of the shows that Kathe likes (Farscape and Stargate in particular) and didn't seem to make the connection that my dad and I are a hell of a lot alike. I think Kathe is cool, so naturally wouldn't my dad? Hee.Of course I had to stop there, because they were starting to get cross-eyed. Too funny. My mom goes catatonic as soon as anything science-fictiony comes up. And believe me, a con counts.
My grandmother also found out about the trip, thanks to my big mouthed mom. It had been agreed that no grandparents would find out because they would all freak. That's their nature. My parents are bad enough as it is. In a family of worrywarts, you want to limit the stress. But mom goes and blurts I'm going on a trip in front of Gran, who then asks where. The mention of Houston brings up San Antonio, which means we get onto another subject of the World War II convention that is happening there in March (my grandfather's squadron is meeting up) and how she wishes we could have gone (I will go with her next year, I swear). So we get off track. And then mom goes *back* to it again and tells Gran it's a thing with internet friends. And Gran starts to hyperventilate. *rolls eyes*
There is a reason my family needs to calm down. That being one of them. Jeez.
BTW, I have found a second song to sing at karoake night. "Brick House." Yep. Gonna entertain the masses with my low, sexy growl. *g* Or make everyone beg me to stop. One or the other.