Pressies!

I got a big ole exciting present this weekend.

When I was in college, my parents (through my mom's work) found a nice laptop for me. At the time it was kind of a big deal that it had a color screen (hey, we're talking 1996 or so here) and was relatively fast (at the time). The big kicker, mom got it for $700, because the woman selling it was really desperate for a Harley. *G*

Well, I've had that thing since. A couple of years ago it started going on the fritz. I remember the exact time, because I was still producing Smallville fic far more regularly, and several unfinished pieces are on there (okay, abandoned pieces, because several of them were crap). The screen went out, although not completely. My dad had a look at it recently and surmised that it was pretty much dead.

Dad bought a new computer several months ago. I didn't think a thing about it. He works with computers, gets upgrades and new things all the time (or at least very often for my really frugal family). When my sister and brother-in-law were given a monitor (rich woman dropped it, didn't bother to see if she broke it, and bought another - when bil was working at her house installing tile, she offered it to him), dad helped them get a really, really cheap tower to go with it. He also gave them speakers (I think). No biggie to me, because I had the laptop, even if it was broken. I had been given my thing.

Let's just say the guilt kicked in a bit on Sunday when dad told me he'd rebuilt and cleaned up one of his old towers and monitor for me. Especially considering he told me right in front of the bil and sister. *facepalm* He didn't give them a computer, yet he gives *me* a computer. And my bil is a very nice guy. (Okay, granted, the bil got a really nice monitor - flat screen, top of the line - and wanted a comparable tower and OS, but still.)

I picked up the computer last night. I had forgotten one important thing...the monitor is MASSIVE. Huge. Gigantic. There is literally no room on the desk right now, what with the monitor, keyboard, mouse, and a really small lamp.

But...computer at home! I can do *writing* at home better now! (I have discovered that I have no patience anymore for handwriting things out unless I'm on a plane. Must. Type.)

Ack! My Eyes!

Dear Michael Phelps,

Pull up the damn speedo. Just...pull it up. The sucker is going to go flying one of these days, and talk about drag. It would be like suddenly having a rudder.

So pull up the damn speedo.

Sincerely,
Maveness

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Dear Ricky Proehl,

I'm liking the hair. Keep it. It's much sexier than the Scott Patterson's slightly less hairy brother routine.

Sincerely,
Maveness

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Dear DEI Engineers for the #8 Budweiser Chevy,

Do not make me drive over there and kick your asses. There is no excuse for a championship contending car to get black-flagged for being too slow.

Get with it. Idiots.

With much sincerity,
Maveness

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Dear Mohini Bhardwaj,

You go with your old self girl. Show those kids that you *can* be in your 20s and a great athlete. And as soon as you're back from the Olympics, we're taking you out to a nice restaurant and letting you eat a normal meal. (Really, I don't care what the coaches tell you, it's not healthy to deprive your body in pursuit of a sport's ideal that doesn't include normal growth.)

Sincerely,
Maveness

Fun and Joy

It's almost that time of year again...garage sale time. I actually have to bust some things out of closets and whatnot, but I honestly think I have enough to sell. Maybe make some money.

Except a few of them can't be sold at a garage sale, because I refuse to sell them cheap. I looked on eBay, and evening gowns don't sell well, which screws me, because I have several, and they could bring in some money.

Right now that's...

Black princess seem cocktail dress, v-neckline with matching v in back, and subtley sparkly, size 5

Black A-line satin skirt, floor length, size 8

Pewter and black plaid strapless satin top, size 4

Red evening gown, 40s style, strapless and fitted (with boning) with rose gather and slight train in back, size 3

Lavender A-line dress, floor length, v-neck, sleeveless, tie in back, not skintight, possibly a size 6 or 8 (yeah, like lavender will sell)

Plus a 80s style purple, short number with poofy shoulders and painful crinolin, possibly a 3 or a 5, and the gaudiest pink evening gown you've ever seen, which is floor length, used to fit like a glove (size 8 from the waist down, size 2 from the waist up), satin with heart neckline and lace sleeves (pearl button accents). I'm thinking at least the pink one should be sold for dressup clothes (or chopped up for a quilt, what do you all think?), and the purple one...rely on some 80s flashback and pray it could sell?

I'm consignment shop-ping most of those I think. It's the only hope for selling them.

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Dear AlMiles,

Hi guys, I know it's been a while since I sent you my Christmas wishlist. Seven to eight whole months in fact. I know you got it, because it *was* posted on K-Site after all.

But in case you've forgotten, there was a teeny tiny suggestion in that wishlist regarding Jor-El. Cause I kinda wanted to *see* him at some point (not just hands) and was hoping for Tom Wopat in the role. Heck, I've been vocal in other communities since that I want Tom Wopat on the show in *any* role.

Well guys, here's the deal. If you'll cast Wopat at a time when he's free to do the show, I'll perform sexual favors.* Very naughty sexual favors.** Of a particularly illegal kind if necessary.***

Get my drift?

So naughtiness in exchange for Tom Wopat.****

Thank you.

Hopefully yours,
Maveness

*For Tom Welling.

**For Sam Jones III - hey, do I care that he's no longer a cast member?

***But only in Guatemala.

****Again, I repeat, for TW or SJ III. I don't do the AlMiles action.