I will say nothing spoilery about last night's episode of House. I will only say:



!!!

(Hahahaha, less than twelve hours earlier I was saying how I was all up to date on spoilers for one show, only to get completely blindsided by another.)

Meh. Off to make breakfast now.

Oh, what I wouldn't give to be in Cardiff right about now. A quick perusal of DWF convinced me that I'm not actually above wanting to stalk location shoots. I'm also clearly not above actively hunting for spoilers if I'm willing to go to that cesspit. I knew that already, though.

Actually, part of me feels like it's been a lot longer than that, what with having been pretty freaking sick most of the interim.

Less said about that the better, though. The important thing is I'm finally starting to actually get back on my feet once more. I've even made a couple of half-hearted attempts to start writing again, though I haven't gotten very far with it as of yet. But any start is better than none, I think.

Best of all, and this is the real reason I'm posting today, I was well enough to go out tonight with my husband and have a proper celebration for our twentieth wedding anniversary. Hooray! Both the kids are spending the night with friends, even though it's the middle of the school week. Hooray again!

Twenty years ago today we made what we were repeatedly assured was the worst mistake of our lives, and eloped. Didn't say a single word to family and friends. We were called selfish for cheating everyone out of sharing the moment with us (probably true), told we were too young (also probably true), accused of "having" to get married in a hurry (untrue), told that it wouldn't last (obviously not true) and that we'd regret it for the rest of our lives. Specifically, my mother in particular insisted that one day I'd regret not having had a "real" wedding and not having any memories to look back on.

Would I like it if my son or daughter did the same thing one day? Honestly, no. I would feel hurt and yes, cheated. Would I react the same way my family and my in-laws reacted? Possibly, but I very much hope not. I hope if it ever comes to that, I'll be in my right mind enough to sit them down and tell them that I hope in twenty years' time that they'll be able to laugh at everyone and say the same thing that their father and I did: that we don't regret a single thing.

And Piers, if you read this at any point, happy anniversary! I'd do it all over again in an instant.

I originally wrote this as an email to a couple of people earlier this week, but I've been asked to share publically. (Because apparently it's becoming “common knowledge” in the DW fandom once more that everyone who likes Rose is a teenage girl who over-identifies with her and has never seen the classic series, and that goes doubly for every Doctor/Rose shipper.)

So practically copy-pasted, here is the story of introducing my dad to the new series.

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Um...wow?

So was not expecting that!

Got a new IUD put in yesterday afternoon, and I'm still cramping just a bit. Getting less all the time, but I'd really like it to stop now, please.

I'd pretty much given up on the idea of watching House last night, what with the "It'll be on when it's on" post-football scheduling and all, but I wandered across it just a few minutes in. Officially, I don't ever want to break my toe. :(

The next episode preview just blew my mind. WTF? Oh, Wilson!

YOU'RE ON MY FRIENDS LIST, I want to know 36 things about you. I don't care if we never talk, or if we already know everything about each other. Short and sweet is fine ... You're on my list, so I want to know you better!

COPY FROM HERE THEN SEND DIRECTLY TO ME IN A COMMENT THEN, REPOST THE EMPTY QUESTIONS.

(There's a good bit of shouting on the part of the survey writer there. Eek.) Anyways...


1) Are you currently in a serious relationship?
A.

2) What was your dream growing up?
A.

3) What talent do you wish you had?
A.

4) If I bought you a drink what would it be?
A.

5) Favorite vegetable?
A.

6) What was the last book you read?
A.

7) What zodiac sign are you?
A.

8) Any Tattoos and/or Piercings? Explain where.
A.

9) Worst Habit?
A.

10) If you saw me walking down the street would you offer me a ride?
A.

11) What is your favorite sport?
A.

12) Do you have a Negative or Optimistic attitude?
A.

13) What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator with me?
A.

14) Worst thing to ever happen to you?
A.

15) Tell me one weird fact about you.
A.

16) Do you have any pets?
A.

17) What if i showed up at your house unexpectedly?
A.

18) What was your first impression of me? (hmmm...careful!)
A.

19) Do you think clowns are cute or scary?
A.

20) If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be?
A.

21) Would you be my crime partner or my conscience?
A.

22) What color eyes do you have?
A.

23) Ever been arrested?
A.

24) Bottle or can soda?
A.

25) If you won $10,000 today, what would you do with it?
A.

27) What's your favorite place to hang at?
A.

28) Do you believe in ghosts?
A.

29) Favorite thing to do in your spare time?
A.

30) Do you swear a lot?
A.

31) Biggest pet peeve?
A.

32) In one word, how would you describe yourself?
A.

33) Do you believe/appreciate romance?
A.

35) Do you believe in God?
A.

36) Will you repost this so I can fill it out and do the same for you?
A.

We've been married nineteen years today!

Which is simultaneously a real achievement and a shock to the system. (It CAN'T be that long, can it? Really? Because that's like half my life.)

And my mother-in-law ordered a kitchen table for us as a surprise gift. A real, hardwood table. I can't stress this enough: REAL WOOD. The top is one solid piece of oak, with nary a piece of MDF anywhere near it. (I can't even imagine how much she paid for it, and I'm not rude enough to ask...) It didn't come with chairs, but I'd rather pick my own anyway. See, we've had crappy second-hand (or third- or fourth-) furniture ever since we moved back to the states. We're trying to buy decent stuff a bit at a time, but the kitchen table was the worst of the lot by far (hail, chrome and Formica) and the least priority to replace. I don't think anybody ever told my MIL just how shabby the old table was -- though she's seen pictures of Elspeth perched on it -- but it's so very like her to just replace it out of the blue.

Garnet has this amazing talent for picking just the ideal, utterly unexpected present, and she does it totally by accident. You know what she gave my sister-in-law for Christmas? Tickets to see Hamlet this year. (Let the implications of that sink in for a minute...) GOOD tickets. She just thought it would be a nice gesture since she's studying Shakespeare. And by all accounts, when the package was opened, Garnet pops out with, "And after I bought these, somebody told me that man from Doctor Who is supposed to be in the production this year. I think you like him, don't you?" Okay, I admit it. On the whole, I'm still terribly jealous about that and I'd rather have tickets to see David Tennant in Hamlet than the solid oak table, but the table's still an amazing anniversary gift.


ETA: And dynapink gave me a lovely anniversary gift as well, by posting the fic she wrote for me the Secret Santa exchange at ten_n_tyler. It's amazingly well-written, and presses all my buttons for realistic romance. So check it out if you get a chance!

I was given a link to a site called SexInChrist.com, which amuses me a great deal. I have no idea if it's a spoof, or if they really are so deadly serious about finding biblical justifications for so-called "deviant" sexual behavior. Either way, it makes me giggle like a 12-year-old.

For instance, the official word of God on oral sex? Totally fine with it, apparently...as long as you swallow. Who knew? My husband's response to this page? "Phwah. Call me a selfish git, when all I'm doing is encouraging you you on the path of righteousness."

Strangely enough, no. I didn't kick him. ;)

...I kinda called my husband at work this afternoon when I got on the computer and found out about this Rose thing. <.<

Ah well, it takes my mind off dealing with the damn airport people. Grr! Do you know airline security restrictions have gotten so bad that it's now an outrageous hassle just to change a reservation? I mean, a lot more of a hassle than it used to be. My mom was supposed to fly home today, but we all decided switching her flight to Saturday would be a good idea since she could stay over for Elspeth's birthday. She says maybe taking the original flight to Michigan, then getting the first available flight to Texas would have been much easier than trying to change the damn ticket. And I say again, grr!

According to the local news, the statistics have been gathered regarding our new red light cameras.

In the three months since they installed a dozen or so cameras, traffic accidents on the whole have decreased slightly, continuing a downward trend from the beginning of the year. At the intersections with red light cameras, accidents on the whole have seen a very slight increase. Nothing terribly significant about either of those things, most likely. However...

Rear end collisions at intersections with cameras? Have doubled. Well, fucking DUH! What'd you expect to happen, you morons? I hope all the lovely traffic fine money you've been collecting from those things is enough to pay for the lawsuits you're going to get if someone gets seriously injured in one of those rear end collisions, or if you've ticketed someone whose car was loaned to or stolen by someone else.

Go to Google, enter "[your name] needs" in quotes, and post the top ten results. If they don't make sense, are mangled or repetitive, skip to the next until you have ten unique entries.

1. Louise needs your vote on Wed 23rd Operation Christmas Child
2. Louise needs to _________.
3. Louise needs professional help.
4. Louise needs a little water, a little food, and a lot of LOVE --!
5. Louise needs to make some nomination slips.
6. Louise needs to get streetwise
7. Louise needs to find a new location for the Help Center.
8. Louise needs a friend.
9. Louise needs a juggling trick.
10. Louise needs new unwrapped toys for all ages.


A very silly meme, but I like number 2 -- hee!

I’ve been reading some shipping discussions off and on for the last few weeks, and on thinking about it, I’ve come to a fairly inescapable conclusion about my preferences, and why they sometimes don’t gel with those of other people.

( My attempts to explain what I like or not and why. Books, Doctor Who old and new, House, and Harry Potter. May contain mild spoilers for those who have been living under rocks. )

Hee, doll meme! Go to the Eloui site and make a doll of yourself and post it in your journal.

It's a pity that they don't have any kid dolls. I'm dying to make one of these of my daughter.

Thursday afternoon the world gained another teenage driver, as my son officially got his license. ::sigh:: Plus, I feel old.

He's actually been driving for six months with a learner's permit, and did lots of the driving chores on our holiday, but still! Then he had to have either Piers or me in the front seat with him. Now he's got my car.

Now, I'm perfectly fine with referring to Ann Coulter as the devil ... but thinking she's Heather Mills? Now that's just RUDE.

Oh lordy, that Doctor Who premiere has given me a really obnoxious plot bunny. A particularly nasty one because it would fit in so very nicely with "Earthbound" if only I could get over my reservations toward doing babyfic. Which, in fact, is a terrible temptation in that story as I plot out later chapters.

But the whole concept of genetic transfer with one simple kiss interests me greatly. One kiss and he left his genetic, um, signature (I-refuse-to-say-genetic-material-on-account-of-the-Clintonesque-factor!) all over her face. What would the ramifications of this on a human who had a longer and far more intimate relationship with the Doctor? Would it have worked some sort of Time Lord mojo on Sarah Jane if they'd been doing it as was kinda sorta implied? And was it changing Rose's genetics a bit? The whole quote about, "She humanizes him and he Time Lords her" just got really literal in my head after that.

Not to mention that it gives the whole, "Are you...?" line a whole different construction suddenly!

Somebody please talk me out of doing what I'm thinking about doing because I don't wanna do it!

We're staying up late this week because it's spring break. Tra la! It's nearly two a.m. and I'm LOOPED, but it feels so damn self-indulgent. It's like being 23 again!

And I'm writing fanfic. Holy cow. I'm halfway through the first of my 7th Doctor prompts for 5trueloves, and I've got the first chapter and a half of my post-Doomsday "what if they'd ended up marooned together on the original Earth" story. I think I'm going to throw caution to the wind and post it as I complete the chapters, as a way to keep myself on track.

My husband and son have discovered the World of Warcraft phenomenon. This would account for my having time to write fic. ;-) Of course, it also accounts for me not being able to get on the computer where the internet actually works, so there's another downside.

I just found this and it makes me all wibbly-fied. Which leads me to believe I shoud ship Fourth Doctor/Sarah Jane really really hard.

All this and pretty pretty pictures.