T. Verano

Easily avoidable Domino Effect post.

Wed, 01 Apr 2020 01:51:30 GMT

I am being regrettably turtle-esque in my speed in settling back into the LJ saddle (is anyone really surprised? *rolls eyes at self*). (Confession: after a months-long unsettlingly untenable relationship with writing, which was oddly challenging to my internal balance, words are letting me play with them again. So a lot of my alleged Free Time has been going in that direction this past week or two; kinda afraid to lose momentum in case my entire ability to work on anything vanishes again.)

But, meanwhile, I wish to do my part in WTF Is This Life Anyway diversionary tactics (yay Sallymn who does this all the time in wonderful ways even when the entire fabric of society hasn't ground to a disconcerting almost-halt). It seems I am the unfortunate (for y'all) possessor of a vast store of silliness and weirdery that makes me laugh (or smile or groan - or hang my head in shame, but what the hell), and inflicting some of it upon a self-isolated world... well, why the heck not? :-)

Hence, I shall attempt to resurrect last summer's Domino Effect posts. Maybe even regularly for a bit? Eh. We'll see.

This one's a bit odd, but I was in the mood for superheroes, and ended up with Superhero Odds 'n Ends. Apparently. :-)

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I have no idea.

Thu, 19 Mar 2020 01:04:45 GMT

Seriously, I have no idea. Actual months have passed since I've last LJed or fanficced and I have no idea how. I feel like I've been trudging singlemindedly and asocially along, for far too long, with a big question mark plastered to my forehead about various things RL's been unforthcoming about, direction-wise, and sheesh but I'm getting tired of not even knowing how to think about anything. It *will* all come clear (and will work out well); everything's just taking its time, hitting speed bumps and seeking out detours. Enough.

Enough! Surely I can multitask better than I've been doing of late! Surely! But the (ridiculous and unnecessary) LJ limit of how far back you can scroll through the Friends feed means I've probably missed a lot. Please feel free to whack me on the head and catch me up.

Anyway, my saddle may be rusty but getting back in it again is now, I intend, a solid go. Hopefully, I won't (to prolong the previous -- and sadly mixed -- metaphor) find that I've fallen and I can't giddy-up.

Yes, well. Puns, what can you do. :-)

<333333

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Just.

Mon, 16 Dec 2019 21:46:12 GMT

So. In a weird space, which is not the same as dropping off the LJ/DW planet, but is temporarily having a similar effect. It's not anything bad in any way, I'm just... well. I probably need Liquid Drano or a couple of weeks on a camel caravan or a new brain. Something, anyway. Meanwhile, RL seems to be using up my everything mental and leaving nothing to spare for my other, beloved RL here.

So, yeah. Anyway. Hopefully I will catch up with y'all and the season soon. Just wanted to say that. Back to my currently scheduled RL-weird-head-space programming...

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Thanksgiving, eh? Must be time for a Domino Effect post...

Thu, 28 Nov 2019 15:01:23 GMT

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

"This is a wonderful day. I’ve never seen this one before." ~ Maya Angelou

"Gratitude is the wine for the soul. Go on. Get drunk." ~ Rumi

"There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle." ~ Albert Einstein

Collectively and individually, you guys have been -- metaphorically and literally! -- a miracle in my life. Thank you. <3333

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

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Domino effect post.

Tue, 12 Nov 2019 22:34:01 GMT

(The belated Halloween version.)

On zombies:
"My biggest fear about becoming a zombie is all the walking I’d have to do."

On ghosts:
I threw a boomerang at a ghost the other day.

I knew it would come back to haunt me.

On monsters:
Two monsters who didn’t get out much went to a Halloween party. They were standing near the door, feeling a little nervous because nobody was talking to them, when one of them nudged the other one and said, “Hey, Fred. That ghoul over there just rolled her eyes at me. What should I do?”

Fred thought about it for a moment. “Okay,” he said, “don’t panic. Just be a gentleman and roll them back to her.”

Fun Things For Your Inner Eye To Picture:
"Eighty-five million years ago the moon orbited the Earth about 35 feet from the Earth’s surface."

"The original Addams Family TV series (1964-1966) was shot in black and white, and in order to make the different shades of black and grey show up properly on screen, the sets were painted in varying shades of pink and red."

"In West Africa, small woolly bats live in large spider webs."

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Domino effect post.

Tue, 08 Oct 2019 00:18:30 GMT

Quote from Mitch Hedberg:

"If you find yourself lost in the woods, fuck it, build a house. 'Well, I was lost but now I live here! I have severely improved my predicament!'"

:-)

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Deadpool / TS crossover fic

Sun, 29 Sep 2019 21:34:17 GMT

Title: "Where's Wolverine When You Need Him?"
Fandoms: Deadpool (MCU) and The Sentinel
Length: ~ 1000 words
Rating: R. This is Deadpool, though, who never meets a boundary he doesn't want to screw around with, so it's an edgy R. :-)
Type: Slashy.Ish.

Okay, well. I was fooling around with the Sentinel Thursday "cascade" prompt and this -- inexplicably -- happened. It's way more Deadpool than TS, hence its appearance here instead of the Sent Thurs comm.

I'm far from a Deadpool expert; I mostly know the character from the first Deadpool movie and a few fanfics, so there's probably a *lot* of comics-canon I'm screwing up. And possibly other MCU/DC canon I'm screwing up too. I have the impression from somewhere, for instance, that Deadpool isn't best buds with Professor Xavier, but I could be totally wrong here. Also, I made up a mutant, because time travel needed to be a thing to get this particular Deadpool from 2016 or so back to the 90's.

Also, THERE IS NO LOGIC HERE. None. Nada. Zero. Zip. Just roll with it, 'kay?

And one last thing: breaking the fourth wall is, like, crack. Or really good sex. Or getting to binge-watch every episode of The Great British Baking Show. Seriously. Please don't let me do it again or I may get addicted.

( Where's Wolverine When You Need Him? )

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Domino Effect post

Fri, 30 Aug 2019 15:50:05 GMT

First of all: remain calm. The only reason I'm posting Domino Effect posts on consecutive days is because I'm stuck at the laundromat and my mind got joggled about TV shows (thanks to sallymn). This consecutive-day thing doesn't accurately reflect the level of industry I'm likely to achieve in this posting endeavor. :-)

Be that as it may, today's Domino Effect: WILTY on YouTube

Would I Lie To You is a British panel show; you can find full eps and highlight clips on YouTube. It makes me laugh out loud an unprecedented number of times. The guest comedians and actors are sometimes pleasingly amusing, but the heart of the show belongs to David Mitchell, Lee Mack, and the host (whose name I don't know, but he's the dark-haired regular host, not the much less amusing lighter-haired host I saw a couple of times).

I can't describe it well. But it really makes me laugh. (And the odds are excellent that a sardonic and existentially despairing quote -- or two :-) -- from David Mitchell may end up being a future Domino Effect post.)

And now, back to the laundry...

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Domino Effect

Thu, 29 Aug 2019 22:46:20 GMT

Pattrose has inspired me with her Positive Things post -- as she does -- and I want to play. So when I think about it (which undoubtedly means erratically ), I aim to post tiny things that make me laugh. Or smile, at least. Paying it forward a little, maybe.

I intend to consider this occasional act of... well, whatever it's actually an act of... as the equivalent of sticking a smiley-face Post-it on life's sometimes frowning forehead. (Yes, I wrote that sentence without blushing. No, there is no hope for me whatsoever.)

Herewith the first offering from my (frighteningly vast) collection of Favorite Bits And Pieces Stumbled Upon During The Course Of My Otherwise Benighted Life (which is pure hyperbole, BTW):

"You can't trust atoms; they make up everything."

:-)

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And now for something completely different...

Sat, 17 Aug 2019 00:11:57 GMT

Moving on from my previous post, because why the hell not :-), I just heard NPR (aka National Public Radio) do a bit about AO3! Apparently they're up (somehow?) for a Hugo award, which I always thought was related to SciFi works. Francesca (isn't she Francesca /Esperanza of classic early TS fame?) was interviewed.

Everybody's a critic: I thought NPR did okay, but didn't truly convey *enough* about the extraordinary diversity (and sometimes quality) of fanworks -- but AO3's purpose and principles I thought came through very well.

Anyway, mainstream recognition of the awesomeness that is AO3. Coooool.

Plus, I love that they showcased it being a huge and very active website that collects no user data, doesn't offer you "you might like this, based on your previous viewing" suggestions, sells nothing -- which these days makes it a shiny sparkling unicorn of true uniqueness.

It makes me freaking *proud* to be a tiny cog in the AO3 reading and posting wheel. (Or gears, which makes more metaphorical sense but doesn't sound as good to me as wheel. :-)

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Well, okay then.

Fri, 16 Aug 2019 18:24:54 GMT

So it turns out that my health care is vanishing into thin air at the end of October; I've fallen into a gap where I'm too old to continue receiving the Medicaid that's (literally) saved my life these past two years, but too young to qualify for Medicare.

The good news is that I had the help when I needed it most, and that I'm mostly healed. The less good news is that I currently can't handle the insurance premiums I'd be socked with for private insurance, and even if I *could* handle that, the deductibles and co-pays would cost too much for me to actually be able to use it.

The other less good news is that the way things were moving along until just a couple of weeks ago, it was looking to everyone that I wouldn't be needing the ongoing care I still get for much longer, maybe not even past October. Except now the healing seems to have stalled out. The hospital cuts costs drastically for uninsured people, but yikes. Things could add up very very fast...

I'm far from the only person in this boat. And I'm grateful that the cancer seems to be pretty much routed, at least so far. But I'm about to have to start living on a mighty high tightrope without a safety net anywhere in sight -- again -- and sometimes it's kind of terrifying to think about.

Okay, zen mind. I'm putting the cart way before the horse. I'm really not expecting to *need* that much health care, certainly not after I finish up this last little leg of healing. And there's a strong possibility of a previous-life project starting up again, which would give me more flexibility in avoiding a ton of medical debt. And I still *might* finish the last dregs of healing before my Medicaid goes away.

Positivity and calmness. I can do that. :-)

Of course, I do better at that when I don't look at the situation objectively... :-) But it will work out. My life is, like, six million times better than it was two years ago, and I haven't come this far to slip backwards; I refuse to.

But if anyone wants to shoot off a few "hurry up and finish healing" thoughts to my silly body, I totally wouldn't object. :-)

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My new pseud. Apparently.

Sat, 06 Jul 2019 00:51:54 GMT

Fun facts: my phone autoselects "Cramps" when I type in "Verano." I do not always pay sufficient attention to this ludicrous willfulness. Ergo, I have now actually sent out email signed "T. Cramps."

We are not amused.

(Okay, we are amused. But only slightly. In what bizarre universe is it expected that a person who has correctly typed the Spanish word for summer actually intended all along to type "cramps" instead?

Our universe, obviously. *sigh*)

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Done. Done. Done-done-done-done-done-done-done.

Thu, 20 Jun 2019 23:14:12 GMT

Yes, that's me singing the Behr paint commercial "Done" song. (TV isn't usually part of my life these days, but a recent encounter left me with two musical themes in my head: the "Done" song and a commercial for something I can't remember that demandingly sings "I want it all, and I want it now." Because entitlement, impatience, and greed are catchy little suckers, aren't they now...)

But I digress. I *am* done! Everything I can find is now up on AO3. (Except for one fic I'm leaving solely at its original DW post, but I've decided to add a link to it on my AO3 dashboard - hopefully in that way satisfying both my completist nature and my desire to not set Garrett Kincaid's mindset free in the wider fandom world.)

Anyway, DONE! :-))

And suffering a bit of H50 relapse. I caught an ep during my recent TV stint, and the chemistry and subtext (can you call it subtext when it's so overt, though?) are still very much there. I almost want to write Steve/Danny again, but I know nothing about canon any longer and am more interested in the early seasons anyway. Ah, well; if the muse strikes it strikes, que sera sera, etc. Not really likely, anyway.

But, DONE!!! Yay!!! :-)

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I cannot stop reading Gregg Hurwitz.

Sun, 02 Jun 2019 20:03:00 GMT

1) How much do I love libraries... Case in point, my new obsession with Gregg Hurwitz's thrillers. They hit all my buttons -- characters I come to care about; writing that's so evocative in description it's almost poetic, but still manages to stay seamless within the overall straightforward, gritty tone. Intensity with a capital I and a truckload of exclamation points, to the point that I have to take breaks from reading, it's almost too much sometimes. Heroes (and in at least one case, a heroine) who dig incredibly deep to make it through impossible odds.

Okay, the violence level *is* horrific and the villains are horrific and I am not exaggerating about that. But somehow it works as a compelling whole, and touches very human chords intelligently and expertly. The novel I'm currently reading stars a therapist who runs a group session for parolees, and I wasn't expecting to be blown away by the sessions themselves but Hurwitz makes every other therapist I've come across as a character in fiction sound like they were just dialing it in, or maybe hadn't graduated from their training wheels yet. Really, really, really good stuff. (And Hurwitz has written quite a few books - I've maybe read seven so far -and is still writing, and still adding to the addictive Orphan X series, and how can it be right to be so happy about something that's rooted in extreme, graphically described violence? But I am, I am...)

/fangirling. :-)

2) I have five thousand four hundred and fifty-eight ideas for the current Sentinel Thursday prompt, and yet getting even one of them to cooperate is a thing almost of hopelessness and despair.

Okay, no, that's an exaggeration - um, *both* parts of the previous sentence - but the Inner Writer is being verrry cagey. And stubborn.

And I know why. Or why a little bit, maybe:

and that would be #3) - I now have over a hundred fics (well, ficlets, most of them) up on AO3 (with a fair amount of Secret Santa stuff left to upload). Being confronted with all those fics - which I've had to mostly reread so I could do ratings and tags and summaries, and sometimes italics by hand, is...daunting. Like, what can I possibly have left to say anymore? I've zoomed around from tentacle polyamory and elf PTSD to partner betrayal and death fic, with a whole lot of on-and-off-road stops in between, and where did that stuff all *come* from? It's almost worrisome.

I'm not throwing in the towel, though. :-) Just baffled at, well, life as T. Who never intended to write anything in the first place.

And yet has written mpreg...

:-)

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Fic-pocalypse depression? What fic-pocalypse depression?

Mon, 27 May 2019 21:33:59 GMT

So, I get depressed uploading my most distressingly angsty fic to AO3, right?
Then I run across this:

"I think of every reason there is to live. Mothers, and sisters, and gorillas, and cake. Flying."
~ Wonder Woman #42

Wisdom is the best superpower.

:-))

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In which I attempt to commit to biting the bullet.

Tue, 07 May 2019 03:24:16 GMT

Deep breath. Again.

Okay.

Okay, I'm really actually finally planning on doing this. Doing it around the edges of things, yes, and possibly doing it ineptly, but doing it.

Clarification: 'It' being posting all the fic I can find scattered on LJ (and DW) to AO3. (I suspect there's a fair amount, yikes.) My remissness in not doing this before is a thing of shame and sloth, about which I cling to the excuse that being under the weather for a long time made me uncouthly hand-wavey about all kinds of things. The weather being better these days, I finally intend to get down to business.

So. I think I know that if you import fic from LJ, say, AO3 defaults to using the original posting date? Which is fine by me. I'm not sure about adding fic to collections - how to find the collections and the necessary strategies - so if anyone has any advice to proffer, I will be grateful. :-)

Meanwhile, I guess I make a list of where things might be. (This would be so much easier if the whole thing were already done... *rueful face*)

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Well, so that happened.

Sat, 20 Apr 2019 13:08:45 GMT

Oh sheesh, I've been back for like five minutes and already you can't shut me up.

But. I saw a post yesterday from the always-inspiring Sallymn, and somehow (to my continued disbelief -- isn't my Inner Writer defiantly on permanent vacay? I seriously thought so), fic ensued. Comment-fic. Anthropomorphic-fic. Fic about (loosely, so very loosely about) eggplants.

(Okay, no, get your minds out of the gutter. Emojis have a lot to answer for to the vegetable world.)

Be that as it may, if you (inexplicably) find yourself to be anthropomorph[fanf]ic-inclined, a link is below, since the context of Sally's photo and the rest of her post is the whole point of this silliness. :-)

Sally's post, with added anthropomorphic-fic

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Cowabunga!

Fri, 19 Apr 2019 19:09:26 GMT

In which I attempt to leap (limp?) back into the fray.

I know I've missed metric fucktons of stuff, about which I am sad and for which I am sorry (and please do not examine this sentence too closely as I suspect it may not entirely function as a responsible sentence with true, rock-solid logic in its nether parts). Ignorance is *not* bliss. It is, however, currently my middle name.

Spring forecast: Returning energy and, correspondingly, way less radio silence. I dearly hope! I've been away too long!

(Things continue to improve on the health front. Life continues to offer up quirky ironies and amusements. I watched Deadpool. None of these things are related. All of them make me happy. :-))

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Fri, 28 Dec 2018 22:55:35 GMT

Hi, folks? (Update approaching, one paragraph ahead.) First, though: I dearly hope that much holiday happiness has wrapped each of you in warm, loving, feathery wings (does that make sense? I'm thinking of angel wings... or wing-fic wings, whichever works for you :-)).

Okay, here's the update: The cancer is either much reduced or entirely gone; we won't know either way until surgery on my shoulder at some unspecified point in the future, but all is definitely better! although not yet healed. My life is still inordinately filled with millions of medical appointments and arrangements and things requiring So. Much. Time (and mental and physical energy, and juggling with the ongoing healing and regrowing nerve ouchies) that there's this weird cognitive dissonance thing happening. Because, you know getting better does not logically sync up for me with so much creeping tiredness. But I get that the healing my body's working on pretty enthusiastically these days does require a lot of energy, in addition to the energy suck of this year's chemo and radiation, so I just try to roll with it.

Slowly roll with it, that is. :-)

(Fun Fact: During the next three weeks I have fifteen medical appointments. Or possibly more.

This is not untypical of my current life.)

So. I'm completely submerged still about reading and writing (don't ask how long it's taken me to write even this post, that would embarrass my socks off). I want to write, but the mere thought of actually stringing words together for fic exhausts me. Reading is in a similar boat. (I haven't even visited Secret Santa in its new home, which is reprehensible and makes me very sad. I know I'll get back to it, but SADNESS. For now, until I can regrow at least a little energy.

Please know that my mostly-absence here and the stunning amount of good (fic! posts!) I've been missing out on isn't (even in the least bit) due to not caring, okay?

Also, I am (slowly - "T" stands for "Tardy") replying to Emails or PMs You (you know who you are, lovely ones!) Have Recently Sent Me; please don't think I've fallen off the log! It just seemed like this post was trying to turn up its twinkly toes on me and Never Happen, and it would be remiss of me not to wave farewell to 2018 without sharing my gratitude for ongoing healing and for each and every dear, dear one of you.

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Dispatch from the front

Fri, 31 Aug 2018 23:46:59 GMT

I remain present, for now, mostly by my absence -- does that even make sense? Probably not. Much of the time I feel like I'm trying to dance with two left feet while being unable to hear the music, so my available level of sense at any given moment is rarely a thing of beauty or a joy forever.

The summer's six and a half weeks of radiation is well behind me now. Apparently radiation can keep working for a while after it ends, and I think the plan is to do biopsies in another month or so, see where we stand and what's next. I play a cat and mouse game these days with pain and pain meds and millions of hours at medical appointments, but I remain generally in my zen zone, taking great delight in such people who come my way every day (most of them, anyway :-)).

I'll leave comments on, just to say HI a little more thoroughly -- albeit without any guarantees of answering any there might be; who knows if my two left feet will agree to cooperate for such an ambitious project as *answering* :-)) Wish I were more involved in reading and writing ff right now, but those muscles aren't back in reliable play yet.

Meanwhile, feel yourselves hugged and beamed at and just, seriously, loved. Keep well, y'all.

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Sun, 27 May 2018 20:33:50 GMT

I don't remember how much I've posted about the last nine or so months of my life, but I'm moving into a different area of things and maybe I should just give y'all a bit more of the big picture... I dunno. But anyway. The chemo pill I've been taking since August has (not unexpectedly) reached the end of its useful life and the cancer has responded with a subdued yet perceptible "Yee haw!" So six weeks of radiation will ensue a week from tomorrow. Possibly or maybe probably after that will be surgery, which sounds somewhat daunting.

I find myself for the first time having to work a bit at optimism, but I realize that that's most likely because I'm tired most of the time lately (and radiation will apparently increase that). Also, I spend most of my time at medical appts these days, with a couple of recent hospital visits for IV antibiotics and iron.

I hope that writing this down helps me kick my current attitude's ass, since up until last week I was solidly, well, *happy*. And positive, and at peace and taking great joy in the people around me. So yes, Yes! That's where my head belongs.

Okay. Hope this isn't overshare. But you all are part of my family in so many ways, as well as being dearly loved friends, and I just want you all to know that my current sabbatical from LJ / DW / reading / writing is, well, a thing that I hope I can do an end run around at least occasionally, but may continue for a while.

I have so much love for you, my amazing friends. Please know that you are in my thoughts and my heart so very often, whether or not I'm posting or commenting at any given point.

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I haven't left the planet, okay?

Tue, 24 Apr 2018 21:46:54 GMT

I am so sorry to be so absent! Personal energy issues and Various And Sundry Unexpected Things have left me in a lingering state of gobsmackedness. Not in bad ways, okay? just, my footwork is a tad slow these days. Or a lot slow. I have NOT forgotten things I want to read, or just be-in-touch things!!! Hopefully I'll get my balance back soon and get back here. Because I MISS Y'ALL.

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Bangs fist on floor (and asks for help, muse-wise)

Mon, 05 Mar 2018 00:30:32 GMT

It should be simple, right? 500 words or less emphasizing description, for TS Chat.

But, but, but. The first piece I tried to write for this ended up being 2000 words. And my latest attempt has just sailed firmly past 500 with no realistic hope of being squinchable into the 500-word box.

This is ridiculous. I want to do this, but I am flat out of ideas (as well as the ability to write short, sheesh). If anyone reading this has any suggestions for something (short) to describe, I would be infinitely grateful. I probably won't have the chops to actually write even the most generously innocuous of suggestions, of course.

*scowls at her uncontrollable wordiness*

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Story written for my TS Bingo card

Mon, 26 Feb 2018 00:05:04 GMT

Whoof. There's too much writing to do! I am all a-flutter and a-flap with things tugging at me, wanting to be written (RL can go get a life of its own, those unwritten fics say, and give us more time for the really important stuff, like being born unto an unsuspecting world... :-))

But. I have now written at least one fic for my TS bingo card (the likelihood of actually achieving four more works and thus a Bingo any time soon is pretty much remote, but at least I've made a start).

Anyway, fic. Some 1500 words, slash. Posted to AO3, link below.

Zemra Ime

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Sun, 28 Jan 2018 00:42:54 GMT

Just saying hi. Have found my wireless doohickey after having lost it for a while so I can be a little more internetty for a bit. I hope.

Okay, weird. I kinda needed to try to connect a little here - one of those days, you know? - but talking about myself is all like, "No, shut up about me; I just make myself tired." So, other stuff? I apparently need to talk, since I can't write right now... so yes, miscellaneous other stuff.

Of the good: there is new fic to read, I'm pretty sure. At which I forecast slowness, life being something-or-other currently. But anticipation of good things is always nice.

I now have computer envy, thanks to setting up a friend's shiny new desktop. (And harnessing Windows 10 to - mostly - behave the way I want it to.)

Staying with my sister for a bit while I try to find a more permanent place to perch. She has tons of DVDs and I have been feasting on Father Brown and Poldark. (Ross Poldark, sexiest character alive. No. Kidding.)

Just listened to a lifeline (for me) podcast about living in the moment. That feels like a tall order, but writing this virtually (pun, eh) pointless post is helping me settle a little, be calmer and less worried, get back to gratitude. About which I know I sound like a broken record...

Except I am NOT grateful for Uber. I can't get their app to work at all on my phone and heaven forfend that you try to get any actual help. Not that I can afford much Ubering, but if I need it? Sheesh. At least Lyft works on my phone, but Uber's the one I have a discount code for. Financial frustration aside, I just feel like a leper or something - the only person on the planet who can't summon Uber for a ride.

However, yesterday I did manage to climb up into a high tow truck and an even higher pickup, which made my knees proud. (Chemo does not like my knees, so them winning out for a change when I most needed them to was a major bonus.)

Okay, enough nonsense from me. Hoping you all are being handled gently by life and such. Or if not, that you're able to break out the power machinery and flatten any obstacles in your way, without even breaking a sweat, and bring life to heel where it belongs

'kay? <33333333

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T. Verano

Easily avoidable Domino Effect post.

I have no idea.

Just.

Thanksgiving, eh? Must be time for a Domino Effect post...

Domino effect post.

Domino effect post.

Deadpool / TS crossover fic

Domino Effect post

Domino Effect

And now for something completely different...

Well, okay then.

My new pseud. Apparently.

Done. Done. Done-done-done-done-done-done-done.

I cannot stop reading Gregg Hurwitz.

Fic-pocalypse depression? What fic-pocalypse depression?

In which I attempt to commit to biting the bullet.

Well, so *that* happened.

Cowabunga!

Dispatch from the front

I haven't left the planet, okay?

Bangs fist on floor (and asks for help, muse-wise)

Story written for my TS Bingo card

Well, so that happened.