Even Heroes Fail

Everything I've written since joining Livejournal, in alpha order by fandom.

( Scary Ain't It? )

Wow has this been a long week.

First, thanks to everyone for your well-wishes, it seems stupid, but you guys are awesome and really help get me through some of this crap.

I'm a little Temperance Brennan in that when I arrived, it was no longer Dad in the living room--it was a corpse.  And I really don't need to be near corpses, thanks so much. So instead I got on the phone with the funeral home and made myself busy.

And of course, as soon as I arrived and took charge, mom popped open a beer and then (while I was walking her dog, who was frantic), took some of dad's tranquilizers.

She woke up a day later, once I'd dealt with the funeral home & signed off on the cremation, etc., which I've put on my credit card for now.  Got the obit in the paper, got dad's phone shut off and mom moved to my account, got the hospice equipment picked up from the house (while mom was out from the tranquilizers, so that when they came to get the hospital bed the guy freaked out that 'the body' was still there.  "No," I assured him, "she's still alive.  Sort of."), got a trust account set up at the bank so their friends can contribute towards the final expenses, if they so desire, but so that mom can't get a hold of the money without me, and started looking for an apartment for mom.

I have not stopped being busy for four days, including today in which I randomly painted the apartment I'm moving out of in two weeks.  We watched a movie tonight (Zombieland, which is so awesome I can't even) and sitting still for an hour and a half was maddening.  As of now, I'm going back to work on Monday...unless mom starts the tranquilizers again or some other bizarre thing happens.  Busy is good.

Dad died today.

I may well freak out later, but for now I'm quite consumed with the arrangements, etc.  And better yet, a giant snow storm is supposed to hit Indy tomorrow, so it's unlikely that anyone can get down here to help before, say, the weekend.

It's all just a little odd and awkward and...yeah, I'll be over here with chocolate cake.

1. Reply to this meme by yelling "YOU ROCK MY SOCKS OFF", and I will give you five words that remind me of you.
2. Then post them in your journal and explain what they mean to you.
3. Keep in mind that if I don't know you that well, your words might end up kind of odd or weird.

( 5 Words! )

Also: I have some weird ear thing going on. They're all stopped up & feel like they need to pop, but can't. It makes me dizzy (I fell down a lot on Sunday morning), but my doctor says it's some viral infection(?) and we just have to wait it out. Should I demand a referral to an ENT guy? Because...not enjoying this.

Written for Porn Battle IX; I seriously have no idea why I'm writing so much lately, but I'm not complaining!

Title: Rough Around the Edges
Author: amphetamine_47
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: 3.4-3.10
Prompt: Abby/Connor, gloves, realization
Warnings: It's written for the Porn Battle, so...sexy times

( Here Be Fic )

Title: First
Author: amphetamine_47
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Mini
Warnings: Sex sex and more sex
Disclaimer: Sadly sadly oh so sadly not mine, even if I make them this happy...
Notes: Inspired by thewritingbug’s ‘prompt me’ post, wherein someone mentioned that virgin!Hatter would be awesome. And then my brain THOUGHT UP A LOGICAL REASON THAT THIS WOULD BE SO. Clearly I need help. Also, Hatter has mad skills for a virgin. Go with it.

( Wherein tomato sauce is sexy )

Title: Wannabe
Author : amphetamine_47 
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : PG
Word Count: 100
Characters : Jack Maitland, mention of Abby & Rex
Disclaimer : Not mine no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : 3.6
Warnings : None
Summary : Jack Maitland wants to be a winner.

( Wannabe )

Dad went to the ER again today...they gave him LOTS of drugs and sent him home again, but FINALLY set them up with hospice care.

My parents were for some reason under the impression that 'hospice care' meant 'get carted away to a facility and never seen or heard from again' despite both my & the oncologist's assurances...and finally accepted it.  So now he has oxygen and a nurse to come by and help with meds, and volunteers to make food & let mom out of the house every now and again...

Seriously, I ever get cancer I'm driving off a cliff or locking myself in the garage with my car running.

Guh, tired.

I've been awake all night not quite throwing up, which I think may be worse than being up all night actually throwing up.

In the meantime, however, I've written a couple of Primeval drabbles! The Nick one for primeval100-and it took me a week to write it because every single time I started to write, it ended with Nick dying and I didn't want that.

And this one tonight because...I don't know. Connor & Jenny are cute, in that whole 'we have unrequited love issues' way.

And can I just move already? I still have FOUR freaking WEEKS to go, and that's...an unbearably long time.

Drabble One (Nick)

( Drabble Two (Connor/Jenny) )

Apartment #4 was awful--the landlord didn't even show up, and I didn't feel safe outside waiting for 15 minutes. BLEH.

Apartment #5 was lovely (and big!) & the landlord was awesome, but it was on the bottom floor of an old house, which meant I could hear everything going on above me. And those people have children.

BUT BUT BUT I found a townhome on Craigslist today, called the realtor, went & saw it and LOVED it, so I move in February 20!! The bedrooms are smaller, but there's 2 of them! And I have a full & half bath, and an upstairs and it's only $100 more than I'm paying now, but cable & water are included. I'm just THRILLED!!

Tomorrow I put down the deposit, fill out the paperwork, and get to work packing and throwing out 5 years of accumulated crap.

Poor Gracie is going to be soooo confused.

Had the day off today, so decided to go apartment hunting (I want a 2 bedroom if only so I can have a computer room my cat can't get in to).

1st apartment: Sounds perfect, but no rent in the ad.  Called number in ad & on sign, but it rings & then goes dead.  A little wary of trying to rent from someone I can't get ahold of NOW.

2nd apartment: Looked nice from the outside, called & made an appointment.  And found that the people downstairs keep CHICKENS.  Plus the kitchen has ancient linoleum and 50 year old plywood cabinets.  LOVELY hardwood floors, but...yeah, no.  CHICKENS.

3rd apartment: Am visiting a duplex tomorrow.  Hopefully there are no chickens.  Landlord emailed me back within 5 MINUTES, though, which is a good sign, right?

Wish me luck!

Thought I'd try here first, oh FL of awesome...

Anyone willing to beta a short Primeval fic?  It's my first, and I'm worried about British-isms that I've got wrong, to say nothing of my complete LACK of rugby knowledge.  Wikipedia is sadly only good for so much ;)

Thanks! *waves*

I fought the electric company this week, and I WON.  HAHA!

Backstory: I am anal retentive about paying my bills on time.  I blame the fact that my parents NEVER paid bills on time, and thus I might arrive home from school to find out we have no water/cable/power/phone.

Which was why I was surprised on Tuesday when I received a disconnect notice from my electric company.  I checked my online bill pay and realized, hey, I never got an electric bill this month.  Hence, I never paid it.

So I paid it online and then sent them a polite email stating that I've been in a customer for 5 years, that in that time I've never paid a bill late and that while I realize they're running a business, they might take a look at my payment history and start out with a reminder before they jump right to "disconnecting your power on Friday".

Today I received a phone call that they're waiving my late fee--which, let's face it, is practically an apology from a utility company--and that they've now set up online billing (before, you could PAY but not SEE your bill online--which was ridiculous since you had to KNOW what you needed to pay), so if I don't receive a bill again, I can check it online.

Anyway, I feel victorious.  And I'm going to a hockey game tonight :)  And Everclear's in town next Friday, even if Art has a whole new band (I <3 them!).  And I'm working to finish up virgin!Hatter fic, which makes me giggle a lot.  And kind of question my sanity.

Have had a headache for two days.  Yesterday was odd as it would hit "ow, shoot me in the head" intensity before seeming to disappear almost completely, then returning in the form of a STABBING ME WITH AN ICEPICK pain in the temple, or forehead, or base of the skull.

I went to bed at 830 last night and didn't get up until 830 this morning.  LOTS of drugs were had, and I finally decided that it's gotta be stress, so I called and scheduled a massage.

It was...unpleasant at times to get a massage while headaching, but definitely helped in the long run.  My masseuse was...uh...surprised by how VERY tight my shoulders were (I carry EVERYTHING there.  It's disgusting), and as I relaxed I ended up just spilling everything about my parents and dad dying and mom not taking the initiative to find them somewhere to live before they're, y'know, evicted.  (My brother called me the other night, soused, because mom had called him & updated him on dad's condition--and he's just as confused as I am.  Like,  our dad kind of sucked as a dad, and now we're supposed to be weepy and supportive and instead we're just kind of...confused.  Good word, confused).

Have made another appointment for early next month, as I am TIRED of these bloody headaches.  And it's still cheaper than my $200+ migraine meds *grumble*

Is it odd that writing Hatter/Alice porn seems to be therapeutic on a number of levels? *raises eyebrow*

TITLE: Better Man
AUTHOR: amphetamine_47
RATING: PG-13
SPOILERS: Parts 1 & 2
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, only playing with them! *pets*
AUTHORS NOTES: Companion piece, of a sort, to Moving Fast; this one deals with Hatter's issues.

I had a migraine this evening, had too much caffeine trying to get rid of it, and have now been typing for 3 hours while my newly re-functioning brain vomited. Hopefully this is more coherent than my explanation.

And big ups to thewritingbug for inspiration!

( Trust and Pancakes )

TITLE: Moving Fast
AUTHOR: amphetamine_47
RATING: PG-13
SPOILERS: Parts 1 & 2
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, only playing with them! *pets*
AUTHORS NOTES: Alice has issues, and those don't magically go away. But she's gotta deal with them if she and Hatter are going to learn to live happily ever after.

I've had this same freak out, only mine didn't end as happily, LOL.

( Teacups and pajama pants )

Kind of started the healthy eating/working out bit today (like, you know, some 3 million other people), except at dinner kind of went to the Chinese Buffet.  And...yeah, Day 1 is a bust.  BUT I did do my boot camp this morning!  Hopefully I don't hurt too badly tomorrow, since I'm supposed to run with peeps from work...

Um...it's cold and getting colder.  Last year it didn't freeze at ALL, and these week may be our SECOND this year.  Madness!  It's supposed to be in the 20s Thursday & Friday!  WTF?!  I AM A TROPICAL GAL, SOUTH TEXAS, STOP IT!

Have decided that I will not be able to do the semester in London, what with dad's health & me wanting to move & whatnot.  BUT would still like to do a trip to London, since I certainly didn't get to see everything the last time--perhaps a week there like I did in Paris last year.  But of course it all depends...  though I'd better hurry up and schedule my vacation time, since TODAY (the first work day of 2010), people were already asking if I planned to take Christmas off.  We've got 12 months, people!

Insanely awesome cracky Dr. Who fic: The Doctor meets Elizabeth Tudor.  I'm not even joking.  Also: really need to get caught up on Who.

CHUCK PREMIERE ON SUNDAY!  Perhaps I will have some of the bizarre Chuck/Primeval crossover fic done by then though I kind of doubt it!  But Chuck and Connor?  Totally need to bond.  They have so much in common.

I want to write a cracktastic crossover fic in which Chuck Bartowski and Connor Temple meet up and save the world from anomaly!critters. 

That is all.

Also, random Yuletide rec: Jurassic Park, Malcolm & Grant snarking at each other via email.  I do so love me some Jeff Goldblum Ian Malcolm.

And am now off to San Marcos for Fazoli's and smelly bath treats.

I'm indulging in a Burn Notice marathon for the New Year and trying not to pack up the car tomorrow morning & go camping (the weather is GLORIOUS in the mid-70's).

Also, the Alice obsession (and yeah, still working on porn!), has now led to me picking up series 1 & 2 of Primeval, which is absurd & fun.  I mean...dinosaurs!  And awesomeness!  I love all the characters, and wept at the end of 2.07.

Monday begins the Resolution Rampage '10, when I will restart boot camp, try to wean myself off of caffeine (which has become a MASSIVE crutch), and try to eat right again.  We'll see how long that lasts...

Dad's back in the hospital, this time with a bizarre foot infection that he's already been to the ER for twice.  The oncologist flipped her shit upon seeing it yesterday, however, so he's back in.  And hallucinating.  Morphine is a hell of a thing.  Yeah, Christmas was...not so great this year.

Love you all, catch you on the flip side!

I'm still being restless. I'm been looking in to semesters abroad, if only for a change of pace.

I found a semester in London, taking either a creative writing or a history course. It's three weeks in London, living in dorms, etc. for $4,400. I've decided that if I do have my three weeks of vacation (as I should since I hit 5 years this year), I may just sign up for it.

I'll have to get another grand together for airfare, plus more for spending money...but if it gets me out of my FUNK, then it'll be money well spent, I say.  Besides, I'm young and childless and single and I can do whatever the hell I want!

And thus concludes another day of useless blather from me.  I want to apologize to everyone for failing utterly in sending out Christmas cards this year.  Maybe I'll send valentine's or something instead ;)  I love you guys loads!