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I got into a wreck today. Whether or not the insurance company will decide to total it or not is still up in the air.

A lady decided to cross the road on her slow-moving lawn tractor towing a manure spreader on the far side of a hill in the fog.

No one was hurt, which is the important part, but . . . . .yeah. Just yeah.

Mood: Exhausted.
Music: Mall Om Vig by Nanne Gronvall


Just some crack to torture Murderface and Toki.

Poverty!Klok and Stripper!Toki ahoy.

( DethDance )

I would give real money if everyone would stop fucking coming in.

It's been so busy all week long. I'm going on vacation starting Saturday and I have never been more ready. Also, my brand new phone will not turn on. It was on the charger all night and I can't get it to power up. It figures that would happen when I finally have someone I want to call.

I also killed my iPod the other day by dropping it into a glass of tea. Go me.

I have to pack when I get home tonight.

Soooooooooo tired.

I even smoked a cigar this morning in a vain effort to feel alive. I haven't done that in about a year.

Ugh.

Just Ugh.

And when I say 'puppy', know that every dog is a puppy to me, the same way a 19 hand Clydesdale is 'just a big pony!'


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YNLg9Z-bEYI

I colorized Troll King Toki!  Looking at this gives me serious ideas of an OF nature, so I may take the character of the Troll King and go wild and crazy with it, but here's what started it all.

Well, I stopped by the farm after work today.  Unfortunately, it's officially winter because it was pitchblack at 6 p.m.   I got a few pictures anyway, but they aren't the greatest.



Etta



Her mother, Erna



And Gytha insisting that the little thing is *NOT* cuter than her! XD

The battery on my camera died, so I didn't get any pictures of Miss Etta or her mother Erna.

My mom has borrowed the mare for a while, both to let the filly nurse longer and to give the breeder a break on his feed bill this winter.  The breeder got a nasty shock last spring. He was studying the horse market and deciding to only breed a select few mares because of the economic situation.

As he's picking out his five top mares to breed, a tornado tears through the area and flattens many trees, not to mention the fences they land on.  He came out afterwards to find five stallions out with 17 mares.

*cue group facepalm*

So, he's kind of struggling to shfit babies this year.  He also has to DNA everyone to figure out paternity.  I mean, he'd DNA everybody anyway so they'd be eligible for papers, but I digress.

We brought Erna and Etta home and tucked them into the drylot with feed and hay so they could rest up and calm down before they had to deal with the rest of the horses.

I'll put a new battery in the camera and see if I can get there after work before the sun completely sets.

Because there is a very fine line between 'nice person' and 'doormat'.

Sometimes you do have to stand up and scream for some attention, 'cause guess what, boys and girls?  No one will do it for you.

Of course, when this happens, you'll be labeled as a crazy person.

Betch you didn't know I was 'clearly deranged', did you?  It's news to me as well.

When two NPCs fittng the description of my two most Sue-accused characters shows up in someone else's crackfic as evil villainesses, well, I'm not supposed to recognize them.  If I do, I'm crazy, and this is cute, 'A Mary Sue of myself'  which . . . . uh, since a Mary Sue is a reflection of yourself projected into a fandom, this must mean that in reality I'm a cartoon character.

Cool.  I wonder which one?

AnyHOO, I'm still feeling remarkably chipper about the whole thing.

People I admire standing up to give me a double bird and a resounding 'Fuck you, bitch!' just reminds me that the universe is still keeping my regular spot for me.  Other people can throw tantrums and this will culminate in a few days long fight.  I throw one and people are ready to call the cops out and have me institutionalized.

That's fine.

Seriously, for a long time I wasn't graced with any of the little presents and pick-me-ups most people would give a friend, so it's really not much of a lurch.

I'll try to get some writing on SOMETHING done, but I should at least have new pony pictures tomorrow.

This is part open rant part open letter.  I don't really expect any replies, but I'd like to get this off of my chest.

Last night I was feeling emo.  I had apparently flubbed a few lines in my latest installment of the Thunderhorses story and apparently conveyed that I don't think bisexuals are capable of lasting relationships.  Never mind that the character who had this thought was feeling emo himself and searching for any excuse he could as to why his relationship wouldn't work. 

I digress.

That little bit of emo, while having absolutely nothing to do with the situation at hand, tipped over the first domino and made me really start thinking about my writing efforts as of late.  I've been a bit aimless, honestly; I like to write, but I'm not really finding a story that speaks to me that I have to put on paper.  That's why I've been publishing little bits and pieces that sort of wander about. 

Certain people that I often turn to reflected that I needed to stop writing those damned female OCs and try some AU or something.  Try writing some AU?  Like that piece I published on October the 8th? Or how about any of the 'Bits' series that have been in publication since last year?  Obviously that worked; thanks so much for paying attention.

And while we're on the subject, where did I miss the new law that passed that says female OC = evil?  Honestly.  Certain people have seen my female OCs develop from the ground up and usually there's a two week grace period where they praise my originality and ability to develop a female character that isn't just a thinly disguised version of myself.  Once this date passes, every mention of said character is a thinly disguised version of myself and everything she likes is OBVIOUSLY everything I like despite all evidence to the contrary.

I'm not sure what brings about this personailty shift, but it's officially gotten old.

I don't subscribe to the view that every male character ever written is gay.  Call me crazy, I like the idea of a man who's still after poontang.  However, most of the fandoms I like have few if any native female characters.  I can create female characters.

Really.

I can; it's not even a thing.

But no; obviously every female character I create is a representation of myself! You found me out!  I'm secretly a tall/super short/average height, teenage/adult/octogenarian, moody/cheerful/deranged drifter/children's entertainer/Nazi.

I thought I was so careful.

"Oh, but the old Nazi is cool!  We like the old Nazi!  In fact, we like her so much we're going to steal her."

Excuse me?

I'm not exactly protective of my characters.  I *like it* when other people take a crack at them.  I hand out the chance to use them like candy I don't care for.  So I'm not sure what prompted the approach of 'We're going to make her German instead of an Irish-born Nazi collaborator so we can claim that this isn't your character.  Not going to change anything else though, because screw it; why mess with a good thing?'

That's . . . . that's a real slap in the face.

I mean, it's not like there's a lot of different fan-made versions of Jack's grandmother out there.  I'd really have no room to bitch if there was a well known Granny Spicer, Grandma Spicer, Grandmother Spicer, Grandmama Spicer, Grossmutter Spicer, Nan Spicer, Oma Spicer, and Zu Mu Spicer.  The only thing that the show stated is that Jack liked his grandmother and called her Granny.

Changing her just enough to claim Nana Spicer isn't mine . . . that's just kind of a dick move.

So the feedback I've gotten on my writing is 'Try something different, like the exact same things you've been doing.  Don't write female characters, because they're all Mary Sues, except for the ones we like.  Those we'll take and change just enough so we don't have to credit you.'

Part of me wants to throw down every story and fandom I'm currently a part of and write something with a female star and never touch any slash pairing ever again.  I really am that disgusted.

That would leave Mooka out in the cold, however.  Since they're both my OCs, they're kind of my responsibility.

At this point I'm going to knit and watch TV in the evenings until I feel better about the situation.

See you in December.

Next in the 'Thunderhorses' storyline.  Toki's reindeer and Murderface's pigs get some screentime.  Also, return of the chickens.

 

( Pearls Before Swine )

So!  Yesterday I went to Chicago to see Dethklok live in concert!  Wooo!

 

( Concert report! )</div>

 

Inspired by recent events:

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20091016/ap_on_re_us/us_interracial_rebuff

Holy fuck, this is 2009!


( Excuse Me? )

I'll give you a breif overview of the last week and a half.

Mom and Stepdad had to drive out to South Dakota because Stepdad's mother went into the hospital for heart surgery.  Leaving me to care for the farm in thier stead.  That's 34 calves, 15 sheep, 21 chickens, 9 ducks, 6 turkeys, 3 horses and 2 dogs.  That's 90 animals, for those who are counting.  This farm is a full time job for both my mother and stepfather and I have my own job on top of that.  So, I've been busy.   I cameome yesterday to find not just one, but two sheep jammed into impossible positions and 34 starving calves (the feed company failed to deliver).

I carried four 50 lb. bags of feed a half-mile to the bunker and fed the calves, pried one sheep out of the fence and dragged the other out from under the bunker and carried him to the water trough to drink.  I called off from wok today, but spent much of the day making sure everyone was still alive.

I have a paper due for school on Saturday and it sucks horrendously and I can't bring myself to care. 

Oh, and here's a picture.

Ganked from tod_hollykim

You are The Moon

Hope, expectation, Bright promises.

The Moon is a card of magic and mystery - when prominent you know that nothing is as it seems, particularly when it concerns relationships. All logic is thrown out the window.

The Moon is all about visions and illusions, madness, genius and poetry. This is a card that has to do with sleep, and so with both dreams and nightmares. It is a scary card in that it warns that there might be hidden enemies, tricks and falsehoods. But it should also be remembered that this is a card of great creativity, of powerful magic, primal feelings and intuition. You may be going through a time of emotional and mental trial; if you have any past mental problems, you must be vigilant in taking your medication but avoid drugs or alcohol, as abuse of either will cause them irreparable damage. This time however, can also result in great creativity, psychic powers, visions and insight. You can and should trust your intuition.

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