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Happy Birthday to beanside.

A super-talented writer, and an all-around wonderful person. Thanks so much for keeping us entertained. May your day be filled with much joy and love.


Happy Birthday!!!

So it's poisontaster's birthday today. And she deserves the very best of all things, because she's just that fabulous. :)

I wish you every happiness and good fortune, PT. Thanks for sharing your talent with us. Hope you had a wonderful day.


Thanksgiving is right...

The long week-end has finally arrived. And not a moment too soon. The world is going crazy, that is for certain, but it's a wonderful thing to be able to ring the bell, and say I want to get off the ride for a while. In this case, Canadian Thanksgiving is coming up on the Monday. And I am the happy recipient of 5 days off, having somehow been clever enough to book an extra 2 days off, months in advance. I must have been having a psychic moment at the time. Go me. *g*

Things have been full of the wacky at work, lately. We've had 2 separate incidents, within the last 2 weeks, where the police had to come to the Public Library and drag someone away in hand-cuffs, because they were getting way too aggressive. One altercation broke out by the Internet Terminals, over who knows what. Time allowed exceeded, or infringement of personal space, or any number of things. And the other guy was one who had been banned a few times before, but in this case for 6 months, for previous aggressive behaviour. 3 big cops show up, try to handle the situation peacably, talk the guy into just leaving. And this is a big guy. 6 foot 3, at least, and broad, and angry. In any case, he started throwing his weight around to the cops, and a small wrestling match later, he's treated to a free ride in one of their cruisers. And life goes on, and we serve the next person in line. It's a strange world, on occasion, but I'm still grateful to be there.

He always gave me the willies when we'd be leaving at 9 P.M. Because a lot of these guys are homeless, or simply unemployed, and they stay in the library until the last possible minute. And most of 'em are okay, don't mean any harm, just want somewhere they can sit down and rest. But a few of 'em, like this guy, are clearly so full of rage, at society, or whatever, and they just glare right through you. And there's always that little question, in the back of your mind, is this the night he's going to snap? I've been lucky, so far, and that right there is something to be thankful for.

I was supposed to go and get some groceries today, stock up and all that, and I just couldn't bring myself to leave my apartment. All I could think was that there are all those people out there, the public, and it was so nice and quiet and peaceful here. I don't know. I think that I'm just going to hide here, in my cozy bunker, and relax.  But I'll be giving thanks for the return of my show. Supernatural. And my boys. *happy sigh* Which the Space Network is kindly showing, once again, at 7 P.M. Life is good.


Name Game

Look at me...playing with the other kids. *g* Gold star for me, being all social and stuff.  :)

I got this from <lj user = "diamondback158">, and came up with some very apt answers.

1. YOUR SPY NAME: (middle name and current street name)
Anna Robinson.   That has a nice ring to it, actually. Plucky yet dignified. *g*

2. YOUR MOVIE STAR NAME: (grandfather/grandmother on your dad's side, your favorite candy)
Theresa Reese.   Reese Peanut Butter Cups...nummy

3. YOUR RAP NAME (first initial of first name, first three or four letters of your last name)
D Fly.  

4. YOUR GAMER TAG: (a favorite color, a favorite animal)
Purple Kitty.

5. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you were born)
Anna Belleville.   That *totally* works. Ha.

6. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (first 3 letters of your last name, last 3 letters of mother's maiden name, first 3 letters of your pet's name)
Fly-Phy Nat.  (Pronounced Fly (like a bird) -- Fie (like pie) -- Nat... I think the Force is with me on this *g*)

7. JEDI NAME: (middle name spelled backwards, your mom's maiden name spelled backwards)
Anna (that is backwards) Yhprum (pronounced Eep-rum).

8. PORN STAR NAME: (first pet's name, the street you grew up on)
Natalie Winding.  (Winding Way was a very "bendy" street, to paraphrase Phoebe Buffet, so I suppose that fits.)

9. SUPERHERO NAME: ("The", your favorite color, the automobile your dad drives)
The Blue Nissan.

10. YOUR ACTION HERO NAME: (first name of the main character in the last film you watched, last food you ate)
Will Burger.   That  actually works too, has a very Mack Bolan feel to it. Heh. *g*

I think that I made out alright here. Not too shabby at all.


Gay Rights

"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?"
-- Ernest Gaines

We would like to know who really believes in gay rights on livejournal. There is no bribe of a miracle or anything like that. If you truly believe in gay rights, then repost this and title the post as "Gay Rights". If you don't believe in gay rights, then just ignore this. Thanks.

Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind.


I thought I'd died and gone to heaven...

So yesterday was the day from hell. And I'm pretty sure that I mean that literally. 35 degrees Celcius, and 48 (!!!) with the humidity. Which translates to about 120 degrees Farenheit. I was dying, just trying to get home from work, and my apartment felt like it was hotter than Hell itself. I coulda cried. All red-faced, and drenched, and the picture of despair itself. It was not a pretty picture, let me tell you.

Which is why I thought that I actually *had* died and gone to Heaven, when my best friends (with the air-conditioned car and house) swooped down and plucked me out of my misery. They took me home, and set me up for the night. Now, I would have been happy just being in the cool. And they had stuff that they had to do for the evening. So how great was it for them to say : Here's a MAC laptop for you to use. And here's how you work the TV, and the TIVO-type PVR. And there are some frozen dinners in the freezer, and Diet Coke in the fridge. And you can put your stuff in the guest-room. It was Nirvana, I tell you. Sheer bliss.  I actually got a  full  8  hours of sleep, which would equal about 14 hours for a normal person. *g*

These are wonderful, wonderful people. Not because they shared all their stuff with me, or were thoughtful enough to rescue me. But just because they're some of the best friends a girl could ask for. And I am a lucky, lucky, lucky girl. So I'm back home now, and I'll be heading into work for the evening shift. And it feels like it's going to be better today than yesterday. Let's all cross our fingers that cooler temps will head our way. Because I've got the family coming on the week-end, and I'll need all the help that I can get keeping myself calm, cool, and collected. *sigh* I need a drink... *g*

I'm melting...

Bah, icky humidity. I hate it. I hate it, I tell you. It's too hot. And here's poor little old me without the A/C. And we know no such thing here, as a "Dry Heat". That's a mythical creature, if ever there was one. But, it's not *quite* so bad today, as it was yesterday, and the sun is shining under blue skies, so I suppose thank goodness for small favours. I do love my trusty fan, however. These days, I like to worship at it, like at a shrine. Good times. *grins*

In other news, my entire family is coming for a visit, the first week-end in August. It's always just a LOT to have them all here. And I always wind up the visit with mixed emotions. Happy that I saw them, and obviously that they care enough to visit. Shouldn't take that for granted. But there is a reason why I live in a city 6 hours away from my parents, and 41/2 away from my sisters. Because frankly, they drive me nuts. I love them to pieces, but I'm always a wreck after these encounters. So thank goodness for early warning. Allows me to clean up the place, stash anything that I don't want them inquiring about, and prepare myself. On the plus side, is my wee nephew. A few months short of 2 yrs. old, and universally adored by the whole clan. So I'll hang onto that. 

In the meantime, I'll just have to self-medicate. Copious amounts of diet coke and porn. As Poisontaster said (I think that it was her) Porn Heals All. And I'll read all sorts of stories of a more innocent nature as well, I'm sure. So wish me luck. I'm gonna need to hang onto my sanity, and zen-like calm, like nobody's business. I hope that you all are doing alright. Meanwhile, I need another drink. *grin*

I'm free...

Woohoo, I'm free... I am now the proud recipient of a 3-day long week-end. I have tomorrow, and Saturday (Canada Day) and Sunday off.  Which is an awfully good thing, since I've been all confused as to what the heck day it is all damn week. I thought that it was Thursday, when it was only Tuesday  (Yes, I know.  Wishful thinking and all that. *grins*)  Anyway, lets just say that it made for a long and painful week.

Now it is time to have fun.  Stock up on the food and beverages tomorrow. (There is nothing left in the cupboards or fridge, so the situation has clearly gotten desperate. I hate grocery-shopping, but I enjoy having the occasional bite to eat. So there you go.)  Then it's partying with one group of friends on Canada Day  ( hopefully avoiding the worst of the crowds, which I like in theory, because it has a very festive atmosphere, but hate in practice, because I hate large groups of people).  And hanging with another group of friends on the Sunday. It's going to be awesome.

So a big old Happy Canada Day to come for my Canadian cousins, and a very happy 4th of July to my American friends as well. Take good care of yourselves, and remember: Moderation in all things. *grins*

Kill me now...

I'm home sick from work today. Aarrgghh... So early this morning, like 5:30 this morning, I was feeling horrible. There was like this revolution going on, with my insides trying to get outside, if  you know what I mean. So I'm thinking that it's highly unlikely that I would do well serving the public, in that sort of condition. So I set the alarm, to call in sick to the appointed number. Only I don't know if I actually set it. If I set it, and then turned it off, or what. In any case, I wake up, it's 10:45 A.M., and I'm all WTF???

I didn't know what the heck was going on. I knew that I hadn't called in sick (or at least I thought that I hadn't), but nobody called me from work. And I could barely see the numbers on the telephone, I was so out of it. You know that strange feeling of vertigo, when you don't know if you're up or down, if it's night or day, etc. ?? Well, I was all over that. Finally, I managed to call in, leave a message, and go the hell back to sleep. For like, 10 hours. Half of which felt feverish and slightly psychedelic (although not the fun kind), and half of which were dead-on coma-like.

However, I seem to have risen to the land of the living once more. Slightly shaky, more than a little groggy, but ALIVE. Hallellujah. :) And now I've crawled back into the land of the living to see what my flist has been up to. And all I can say is that the reports are true. There *is* better living through porn. Porn can cure sickness, depression, and all manner of general disorders. I'm feeling better already. Heh. With a generous side-order of excellent writing, serious plot, a little schmoopiness, and a little bit of squee involved, naturellement. So for all of that, I thank you.  You're all awesome. And I have a newfound appreciation for all that you do for us. Not that it was inconsiderable to begin with.  :)

Okay, I have to go find something to ingest, food-wise, and something to drink, as well. Hydration is key. And I can go read some more stuff, as well. All in all, a much better end to the day, than it began. Thank god. You all take care of yourselves too.

Oh, thank god. Sunlight...

This is a banner day. There is actual sunshine, people, under a clear blue sky. The birds are chirping in the leafy green trees, and I'm feeling mellow. I don't have to work, and as it's been raining pretty much continuously for the past 3 weeks, I'm astonished and amazed that it's actually a nice day, and I don't have to work. Hallellujah.

I realized, as I was crashing last night  just before 11 P.M., that I haven't gone to sleep before 3 A.M. in weeks. And it just caught up with me. My sleep schedule has always been screwed up, but it's even worse now. But somehow, going to sleep at like 10 or 11, would be like a normal person going to bed at 7. It just doesn't happen. But, now I'm feeling good. I got almost 12 hours of sleep, and I'm going out with Julia. And we'll probably psycho-analyze the Supernatural boys,  and dissect  Atlantis, and eat, and drink, and watch Hill Street Blues (which she got for her birthday, only 3 months late). And a good time shall be had by all.

I've been feeling a little bit strange, realizing that I'm going to be turning 35 on Wednesday. And I don't mind, exactly, because my 30s have so far been *way* better than my 20s. I think that it's just sort of a surprise that I made it here at all. When I was 16, I found it hard to believe that I would make it to 20. And then I made to 30, which was a miracle in and of itself. And here I am. And I keep waiting for that moment to come, the one where I feel as though I've achieved that status of "grown-up".  (Which I may have mentioned to lyra-wing). But so far it eludes me. And if I start going down the check-list of where I thought I'd be at 35, and where I've actually wound up, then I might get depressed.

But the truth is this. I have a good life. I've got a good job (even if it drives me crazy), working with an awesome group of people. I have the best friends a girl could ask for. I have an apartment that I love, and my time is my own. I love dinners out at the best little restaurants in town.  I love my T.V. shows, and listening to my tunes, and spending hours on the computer with all the stuff that makes life fun. And now I have this. So to all of you people who write the fanfic, and post the pretty picspams, and give of yourselves, I thank you. Truly. Because in so many ways, you make life just so much more enjoyable than I could have ever hoped for. Yay.

And now I'm going to go and indulge myself. I hope that you all have a wonderful week-end.