courtcat: (Shadow)
( Mar. 15th, 2010 09:39 am)
So, I hate losing internet friends.  Losing friends in general pretty much sucks, but in physical life there's generally some sort of closure - an argument, someone moving away, different priorities that drive people further and further apart.  Things change, people change.  Online it's harder (or so I think); a person is there one day and gone the next as often as not, and sometimes you never find out what happened to that person.  Sometimes it's as simple of a growing apart as it is in real life, but that's rarer in my experience - people fade.  They disappear.  Things in their own real lives eat them alive.  And then those of us who are still around are left wondering.  This is not always the case, of course, but of the internet friends I've lost (which have been many, and in a sad turn of events, may well be more friends than I've ever had in my day to day, face to face life), the majority have been by this slipping away.  And it's bothering me now because it's happened again, if with more closure than usually happens.  And I'm sad.

I still wonder about various people I've known on the internet who've wandered into and out of my life.

And then I feel pathetic when I realize that all the people I'm closest with, the people I open up to, are people online.  Or people from summer camp when I was a kid, but that's a whole different story.

In other news (since this is a whine-and-complain blogging), Morgen lost her school binder at some point over the weekend.  It's somewhere in the house, but since the house is trashed, goodness only knows where that somewhere is.  And it's occurred to me that a big part of the reason I can't get the girls to do even simple picking up after themselves when I ask is because they both watch Jerry either say sure, he'll do what I ask and then not do it, or just ignore what I ask him to do entirely.  Which is shitty, because then I realize I was probably a lot the same way for my mom when I was a kid.  "Daddy doesn't have to do what you ask, why should I?  Clearly, it's not important."  And I have no patience for fucking up with school stuff, even this young; I was a fuck up when it came to school, and look what/where it got me, three beautiful and brilliant children not withstanding.  Anyway, Morgen's blazingly smart, but man, I don't know if it's a lack of common sense or what.  It kills me sometimes, and today was one of those times.  Is one of those times, I guess.  And I'm not sure if taking away the extra stuff she does until she figures out the school thing is the way to fix it or if that's just taking away her outlet and relaxation time.  Goodness knows, I didn't have much of either when I was little, and now I don't even know how to deal with it on the rare and odd time it comes my way.  But at the same time, Girl Scouts is a treat.  I don't know that she should have it when she's not keeping it together for the important stuff . . . but I'm the leader, so I'm screwed for the rest of the year at least anyway, even if I do pull my kid out.  Which means she'd be sitting in the hallway doing homework or something while I'm leading a meeting, so . . . I don't even know.

Today's making me want to pull my hair out.  Can I have a do over?

Eh, it's not me telling a story this time but someone who is far better at it (seriously, go out and buy her books!) and a simply gorgeous, amazing person to boot.  I can't say how excited I am that The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland is coming to fruition (or how excited my seven year old will be when she finds out), and I wish nothing but the best for this phenomenal author and woman.  So that said, if you feel so moved, help a girl out!  (Also, I'm not sure what D does, but!  I think it has to do with computers or something.  At least he's good at them.  So if you know of related positions and what not, it probably doesn't hurt to drop a hint in ears that need to hear it.)

The below is copy pasta-ed from the adoptcat community on LJ.

For those of you who are unfamiliar with Catherynne M. Valente's work, she is most famous for her gorgeous fairy tales (Orphan's Tales, Vol. I & II), which won the prestigious Tiptree award and her skinpunk revolution, Palimpsest. She was featured in MTV News' documentuary on the Steampunk movement and is a beloved member of the convention scene.

This economy has been difficult for everyone, but it's been especially difficult for those in creative lines of work. As you may know, Catherynne M. Valente's ([personal profile] catvalente) fiance, [personal profile] justbeast, was laid off six months ago. While they have both been working diligently since then, Cat on her writing and D trying to pick up freelance work, the cold hard fact is right now it's not enough.

Cat and D are in rather dire straits as Cat describes here.

We need each other, folks. If we are going to practice what we preach about being a community, we as artists and dreamers need to hold each other up when things get hard. And things have gotten hard for Cat and D, so we need to help hold them up too.

How You Can Help:

1. Join the Omikuji Project.

2. Buy E-Books.

3. Sign up for The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland (TBA)

4. Put an item or service, no matter how big or small, up for auction on this journal for people to bid on. Bids will be conducted in the comments and payment and shipping is to be determined by the seller.

5. Donate.

6. Spread the word.
Not really, anyway.  I need to find more mood/subject specific icons that don't have to do with the majority of the population being stupid.  I'm a bit misanthropic, I guess.

I can haz a plan - I've been putting together things for a gift box for a friend for ages, was mostly just waiting for the afghan (that she knows about, but the rest is sooper seekrit, shh!) to be finished, but now I have a new idea.  Heh.  She's still getting most of the other stuff I planned for her, though some of it will go into the Switch Witch Box of Doom that's started growing since I took part in a shotgun round over at the BPAL forums.  I have new ideas for things to put in her box because . . . well, because.  Everyone needs cool presents that they're lusting after every now and then.  And the idea of sending her this box when she's gifted me with quite a bit pleases me greatly.  Now to ask my mom if she ever finished the afghan . . . because I'm not talented that way at all, despite my efforts and wishes.  (Though I'm seriously considering making/buying a drop spindle and investing in an instruction book and learning to spin.  I do so love textile, tactile things.)

In other news, the Gregory/workshop-piece is mostly self indulgent and, while I do love writing him in all his guises (and goodness knows, there are a few), it's likely going to stay that way.  I'll still write him, but it's not a real project, per se, and will be sporadic.  I have a new idea, though, and am researching for the possibility of starting it . . . I don't know, maybe this summer sitting at the park while the kids are in various classes/lessons.  If and when this idea turns from bud to blossom, bits will be posted as I progress.  I'm counting on people here to read and what not, and let me know what they think as they go because like everyone, I'm silly and insecure and need reassurance that I'm at least headed in the right direction.  Input is always a good, welcome thing.

Baby stuff: nothing's new.  Still don't know if it's a boy or a girl though names are picked out and what not - still need to get a lot of stuff.  And clean the house, particularly our room since that's the only place we have for the baby to sleep currently and we need to get the crib in there.  Or rather I need to do it (all but the actually putting things together part) because goodness knows if I wait to have help or for someone else to do it, it will just keep getting worse.  Like it always does.  Hell, even getting it done in the first place isn't a guarantee that it won't, not by any stretch of the imagination.  Needless to say, this leads to a lot of frustration and irritation right now.  Anyway!  So far as anyone can tell, the baby and I are both healthy and well.  I'd imagine (or can hope, at least) that this labor and delivery will go much the same way the other two did - which is to say about six hours after contractions start in earnest (and about a half an hour after I start pushing), there'll be a new baby.  Yay for born breeders?

Less than two weeks of school left for Morgen, then a summer of swim team and diving classes and likely private swim lessons with one of the lifeguards, while Liana just has swim classes and then private lessons later in the summer, when the classes are done.  She's only four, so I doubt she'll be heartbroken or anything - goodness knows, both of them love just being at the park.  As do I , mostly, but man it gets old - talking to the same people, doing the same things, etc.  It's as bad as going to work at an office job, really, and goodness knows I hated that.  I will persevere, though, as I have every year since Morgen was Liana's age - despite lack of reliable way to get to and from the park (yep, as for years, no car despite the constant Big Plans to see to such) other than a bike which is fine when one isn't seven months pregnant, but not so much otherwise.  We'll see what we see, I suppose.

A little more than a month before Half Blood Prince!  Yay!  I think I'll focus on that to chase away the blahs.




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