Happy Tuesday!

Administration
Happy birthday to laurelian!

Interesting.
I used to have someone who, whenever I had an issue with someone that led to me defriending them, popped up in their journal with "oh, we have a lot in common," and essentially tried to recruit them to her way of thinking.

Now I have someone who friends my LJfriends - not readers, but people that I'm closer to than the average person - and fills their heads with vicious lies.

Don't think I don't get told. It doesn't work on everyone, y'know.

Either way, people willing to believe the lies of a histrionic asshole aren't worth my time anyway. I've got very little time to deal with things I want to deal with anyway. Some people just don't know how to let go... some people find it necessary to go on campaigns.

Some people's friends, when hearing what actually transpired last year, have said that that makes a lot more sense than what some people claimed to have happened. Some people's friends say that my side of the story fits the person they've known for years - and that person's portrayal of themselves, their behavior, and my behavior just did not fit that person's personality at all, or that person's past reactions in similar situations.

Occam's Razor. The person can play the martyr all they want, but when it comes down to it? Their story doesn't match what people who really know them - not easily-swayed online people - know of them. The simplest possible explanation is the truth.

Moving Report
In fits and starts. I didn't have much time to unpack & stuff because of LEWD. LEWD, incidentally, did occur; it was very low-key and slow to occur as people found their way to the new house.

Twilight Zone/EdwardScissorhandsLand
One of our neighbors brought us a pie to welcome us to the neighborhood.

Yes. One of our neighbors. Brought us a pie. To welcome us to the neighborhood.

Oh my gollygoshkins. I did not know that people still did that. But yeah. This is a really good neighbohood. Oh, wait til the rest of you guys see my house; I love it...

Okay. I go now. Must write. Yesterday's writing log: Tension between Katrianna and her half-brother Trey, and Capri surprises Kieran.

An amendment.

In yesterday's post regarding portrayal of rape in fiction, I lumped Guy Gavriel Kay's The Summer Tree in with the filth that is Stephen Donaldson. I've since been told by a few people that the rape in that, though seemingly tacked on at the end, does have major repercussions in the next two books. Which I hadn't read, because it seemed, like I said yesterday, that it was a throwaway "Oh, I forgot about this character, let's traumatize her, there we go, end of book" thing.

I will take y'all's word for it. Mea culpa.

QuickTakes

Just keeping this window open for a bit and adding things as they occur to me.

* It's good to have friends. Right now, it's particular good to have really close friends. The sort that no one knows are remotely that close. So people are incautious around them.

* Temptation. Oh, temptation. And no, this has nothing to do with anything I've been posting about. Lowkey offLJ stuff. I am being a Good Girl. But ohhhh, temptation. volta is the only person I'm allowed to have sex with. He is the boss of me. And I love it. So I guess I'm enjoying riding the temptation... but hoping that at some point in the coming months I receive permission.

* Yes, I'm cranky this morning. Floating in that beautiful subspace haze until I got cranky-making news. Expect to return to haze.

* No coffee yet today. Need coffee. This is probably almost certainly contributing to my crankiness.

* Yes, of course there are people I can't stop thinking about. Yes, in the good way.

* Unpacking and begging for rides for Yendi driving me crazy. Stop. Breathe.

* kires said that it's a good thing I've chosen to use my powers for good, as he sees what I could do. Which makes me think that, intuiting what I could do, some peple assume that I do do those things. If that makes sense. Of course, kires and other intelligent people know.

I could.

I don't.

* volta in two days. Four whole days of Volta-y goodness. Then another week of Volta-y goodness - in Vegas - starting June 9.

* Conversation last night...
Me: "I've actually been doing much better with the dizzy spells -"
bheansidhe: "No you have not-"
Me: "...this weekend. It's been better this weekend."
bheansidhe: "Way to qualify that statement, 'song."

* At 300mg, I get the horrible dizzy spells. Less than 300mg won't control the seizures. I don't want to try another medication, because weaning me off this one and working me up the next one would leave me with a three-month period of little to no coverage. I don't want more seizures. Hey, at least now I'm only having a documented side effect, I'm no longer presenting things that make the neuro say "Interesting!"

* Very much in my own little space right now.

* Probably going to do some reading-list cuts in the next few weeks simply because the volume is overwhelming me. Let me know if you care about me keeping you. Drop me if you want to so I can save space for people who do want on. Not doing cuts today due to crankiness. EDIT: I am not gonna respond to every comment regarding cuts. So don't think that I'm going to cut you if I don't respond. I'm just busy.

* The reason I get big tax returns? After figuring in the child tax credit and the day-care credit, I'm below the poverty line. So I get back everything that they took.

* Cranky. Need coffee. Need lunch companion.

Shutting up now.

More Monkey

Monkey: How are you today?
Me: Cranky. Also ornery.
Monkey: But are you KeeeeRazy?
Me: You know it.
Monkey: Snap *and* crackle?
Me: *And* pop.
Monkey: I fear for the weasels.
Me: Mmm, weasels...

Plans

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You are not your fucking khakis.

*facepalm*

I can't write porn today. The characters aren't cooperating. What should've been a yummy Julia/Capri scene has shifted to deep character development in the guise of pillow talk.

I want my girl-on-girl action, dammit.

*eavesdrops on Julia and Capri's discussion, considers inventing a consensual aphrodisiac drug that only works on Dasaroi*

EDIT: Capri just said "gross" with three syllables. All sing-songy. No, not about Julia, about someone else.

"Gross". With three syllables.

I am so not in control of this situation.

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Writing just now.... xanadumalion put Johnathan and Napalm in my head. Dude, that's the antiporn right there.

But my brain made a sharp left, and they're arguing now about Lily. Another of Lyric's personalities. The secondary one. Who's a stone bitch. Who Johnathan's fucking. And of course, given how Napalm feels about Lyric...

I like Lily more now, actually. She's bitchy, yeah, but it's less a malicious bitchy than a "girl in her late teens discovering her power to manipulate guys" bitchy. She's still not a nice girl. But she's more "human" now.

Of course she tells Napalm a few things about his feelings for Lyric that he doesn't want to hear.

Of course she then tries to get him in bed.

Of course she then switches back to Lyric, who is very confused to be holding a lit cigarette, and who must be told to hitch that robe back up on her shoulder.

(No, Napalm wouldn't've had sex with Lily. It would damage Lyric. Not physically, no. But it would hurt her, even if she *does* want him, because she wants him in that abstract puppy-love way. Which is why she'll never have him. Not in bed. He's too good a guy to do anything that even remotely feels like taking advantage of her.)

EDIT: And if you make "my fandom" icons and communities for my characters, you get presents... *blows kisses*