The big Bitterwoman presentation wasn't until 1 PM, but at 10:30 AM they were still halfway back a long, snaking line that hadn't moved since 9:45. Katchoo kept stepping away from the line to smoke, despite the dirty looks and pointed throat-clearing from other congoers nearby (flipping them off was a convenient enough response) mostly to give her ( Read more... )

On the scale of positive-versus-negative, so far the hotel was hovering firmly around the area of neutral. On the plus side: the shower was fantastic, the bed was amazingly comfortable, the view of the harbor was gorgeous. On the minus side: the closet door didn't shut properly, the internet in their room wasn't working, and there was this ( Read more... )

It was not a morning in which waking up, much less getting out of bed, held any appeal whatsoever for Katchoo. Neither was about to happen at the moment, not when staying curled up with Francine was an option ( Read more... )

Another day of work down, another day closer to graduation, and would that she knew better it wasn't as if there was anyone coming to see her graduate; anyone who might make that list, who wasn't already here, was dead ( Read more... )

If you were shocked, scandalized, perplexed, or any form of thrown off whatsoever by seeing that name on an email header in your inbox, Katchoo wouldn't blame you at all. She wouldn't tell you she didn't blame you, either, but for the same reasons that would contribute to your thrown-off-ness ( Read more... )

So one minute there'd been an attempt at actually, finally sucking it up, saying 'the hell with it,' and kissing Francine until she couldn't breathe as a prelude to other things that . . . would have a definite impact on breathing ( Read more... )

Look, it had been years since Katchoo had lived in Chicago. You'd think she'd be getting acclimated to Fandom weather by now, but Houston to Los Angeles to Hana, Hawaii left enough of an impression that the necessity of staying indoors in winter still chafed ( Read more... )

As far as Christmas presents went, this one was -- something utterly unprintable, if you asked Katchoo to put it into words. She was not at all inclined to disagree with Francine's evaluation that Arthur was, indeed, a crazy person for doing this for them.

She'd had a constant refrain of this is crazy this is crazy this is crazy running through ( Read more... )

Katchoo had been all but abducted from the radio station by, of all things, aggressively attacking holiday baked goods. Well, not attacking exactly, but the small army of fruitcakes had been in no way about to leave her alone, and now she got to add "frogmarched through the streets away from the radio station by a horde of that Christmas gift ( Read more... )

You could accuse Katchoo of trying to look the part, what with the leather jacket and cigarette dangling out of the corner of her mouth to go with the new boots, except that she'd had the jacket forever and the cigarette was pretty much an accessory for her ( Read more... )