From Twitter 11-04-2009

• 00:30:39: power out. water rushing down the street. my life is weird.
  
• 01:33:15: 10k.
  
• 21:19:49: And now, we NaNo.
  
• 21:38:44: And now, I am pausing my NaNoing to do other dorky things.
  
• 22:31:22: And now, I continue to pause my NaNoing to WBoA. Keep an eye out.
  
• 23:01:40: @amazonqueenkate I've only read chapter 1, but I think they'd get together and drink beer before they were enemies.
  
• 23:35:37: @amazonqueenkate But over booze. Actually, maybe not. Yvonne seems the type to throw a punch.
  
• 23:50:01: @amazonqueenkate I approve of this plan. Also, when do we get John/Danny? Because, damn, you had to pick THE BEST Danny.
  

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And now, a meme

Courtesy of amazonqueenkate. If you want to do this one, leave "Analyze that" in the comments, and I'll dig up five questions for you.

So, these questions are from amazonqueenkate. Let's see what I've got to say.

1.) In ten years, The Husband comes to you and tells you, very seriously, that he's reconsidered and he thinks he wants to be a parent. It isn't just a passing fancy, but something he has seriously considered, weighed the options of, and has decided he wants, possibly more than anything else he's ever wanted before. Would you reconsider your childfree stance?

I would not. It's not just that I find most children unbearably obnoxious after a couple of hours (if they haven't been complete shits to begin with); it's that I have absolutely no interest in children until they're about seven or eight. Once the kid can fend for itself to a certain degree, I can usually be in the same room. But kids spend the first two years of their lives shitting, screaming, sleeping, and crying, and I'd rather take a sharp stick to the eye. But even when they're old enough to fend for themselves, I could not care less about anything about them. Kids bore the hell out of me. Stuff that most people find cute, I could sleep through. There are a couple of kids I like, but I like them because they leave me the hell alone.

The Husband and I have talked about this at length, actually. When I met him he was 'meh' on kids, and I didn't want there to be any confusion about my absolute refusal. If he suddenly gets the urge to have children, we will divorce, and he will get to keep his penis. The only other reason I would ever divorce him is if he cheated, and in that cast, his wang would be in a jar in my cupboard.

2.) You love comics. Why not look for a writing or editing job in the comic book field? Or is that your dream job and I am just an idiot?

You are not an idiot. I have no wish to work in the industry for a couple of reasons. Firstly, comic book writing is a very precise business if you want to be good at it. You have to know months ahead of time what you're writing, where it's going, and how to pace it so that it fits X-number of issues. I don't write like that. Attempts to write like that have all failed. Secondly, comic book writers and editors don't get paid for shit. There's doing what you love, and there's paying the bills. I don't want to have to scrape to make rent, so comic books are out. You know why so many writers write so many books at once? Paychecks, baby, paychecks.

Although, if something I write at some point gets the chance to be made into a comic, I am so there it hurts. That would be awesome.

3.) Someone you care about, and whose well-being you value as your own, is bed-ridden with a mysterious illness. It is not fatal, but his/her quality of life will be forever diminished; s/he'll never walk, talk, or function as a full human being again. There is a treatment for the disease, but it will essentially give another person the illness that has your loved one so sick. Would you make the trade?

There are a couple of scenarios here that I could play. Firstly, if my loved one could chime in with an opinion, then that opinion would be where I would go. If said loved one didn't want to do that to someone else, then fine, I'd live with it. If said loved one could not chime in with an opinion, I'd probably say go for it. If I don't know the person getting the illness, I say full speed ahead. I'm heartless in regards to the woes of strangers. You can tug my heartstrings pretty hard, but for the most part, I don't give a rat's ass what happens to you if I don't know you personally. And if it came down to a stranger versus a loved one? Loved one.

Now, if I knew the person getting the disease, that would be another kettle of very conflicted fish.

4.) Pick five movies you can't live without.

Ooh. Lemme think.

"Ghostbusters", definitely. Best comedy ever (I will fight you on this.).
"Up", because it's uplifting and beautiful and sad and wonderful all at the same time.
"The Station Agent" because it's such a wonderful film about friendship and connection.
"The Great Escape" because it's an epic story of intrigue and humanity winning out over terrible odds.
"Singing in the Rain", because I am a cliche, and it's just a damned fine movie.

Of course, ask me again in an hour, and I could give you a completely different list (minus "Ghostbusters").

5.) You've been offered the chance of a lifetime: you can join one superhero team/take the place of one superhero. Which team would you join, or who would you replace? And, of course, why that one?

Green Lanterns, baby! I'd say I'd replace no one, except that Earth currently has four active lanterns, so it'd really be overkill to add another. If I had to replace someone it'd be Kyle, so that he could maybe, finally, meet a woman who won't die horribly in front of his eyes because he'd be just another guy and not a superhero with a seriously bad losing streak.

Why the lanterns? It's a combination of things. First, the rings are powered by your willpower. To be a Lantern, you have to know who you are, what you want, and how to stick with it. Bullheaded does not begin to describe it, and that's me all over. But it's also the fact that you have to conquer fear. You've got to be able to look the worst of everything in the eyes and tell it to take a hike. You don't have to be balls-out fearless, but you do have to be able to acknowledge what scares you and move past it.

Hal really sums it up best:

Baddie: "Give up, damn you."
Hal: "I don't know how."

And, really, neither do I.



That's my answers. Who's up?

I shouldn't complain overly loud

I managed to get everything off geocities that wasn't on my googlepages website. I've got all my stories (even the forgotten ones), and I've got them all set up, ready to load.

But I forgot to get my summaries. Son of a bitch. I hate writing summaries.

Anybody got cached copies of any of my "Without a Trace" stuff that's not on the blog? That's what I need.

And I just realized the two times I've been recced in crack_van are now dead links. I don't know if anyone read those stories, but I suppose I should warn them.

Because I've never taken the time to properly explain my love for Guy Gardner

Luckily, someone else did it for me.

And if you can read that and not like Guy Gardner, you are a soulless monster, and my icon would like a word with you. I actually didn't know some of this about Guy. I knew he'd been brain-damaged, but my JLI reading is shaky, at best, so I didn't know all of it. What I did know is that Guy is an ass-kicker and a name-taker and one of those hard-shell-on-the-outside-squishy-on-the-inside types. And I loved him. But the post I linked above gives me a whole new level to love.

Guy Gardner is cooler than you. Live with it.