From a silly little faux friendster place called orkut.com comes...

"Queek"
A queer geek.

Of course, I had to add the word for the sexually submissive queer geek. Yep, you know it, it's:
"squeek"

( Read if you dare. )

We're in the sad time period of shuttle memorials. It was 18 years ago yesterday that we lost the Challenger. I know precisely what I was doing and where I was when I heard and for the rest of the day. And on February 1, it will have been a year since we lost the Columbia ( Read more... )

I've been back, physically, from Florida (for my grandfather's funeral) for almost a week now, and I think I'm starting to be back mentally. Emotionally is anyone's guess.

The usual caveat about important LJ posts not having been read in nearly 2 months...poke me if I'm missing one of your key posts.

I emerge from LJ silence to promote mollyringwraith's ( Read more... )

Thanks to everyone for your support. It really means a lot to me. It's true; you don't have to say much to a person in grief--just the saying it is a big deal.

The stars are out this morning. I'm not used to seeing stars so crisply from my house; usually there's too much haze or light pollution. Mind you, the great big streetlight that's right next to my balcony certainly did its best to blind me, but I was still able to see old standbys like Orion's Belt ( Read more... )

Another 2000 words, and I'll be where I ought to have been last Sunday.

It's raining, it's raining, it's raining. It's fantastic. I look out my window--and I see rain!

If only emmett_the_sane were here to enjoy it.

I am especially grateful to the veteran I married, chiefted. He's been a rock for me here at home and he gave his best the Coast Guard and our country for 20 years. He worked tirelessly, in sickness as well as in health, to keep our boaters and our borders safe. This is his first Veteran's Day as an actual veteran, and I am as proud of him as I could ( Read more... )

Tired. So tired.
Too tired to write. Can't write tonight.
Must sleep. Deep sleep.
I write in my dreams. My dreams have schemes.
Plots and characters in my slumber. Plots and characters without number.
Words stumble and fall when I'm awake. Words dawdle like nothing's at stake.
3000 down, too many to go.
I should NaNoWriMo no mo'.