Call me “Indy”

the bride and groom

I’m still trying to work out what it felt like to go to a wedding on our anniversary and to watch the newly married couple dance with their respective parents…

All. The. Epic. Feels

In the meantime, here’s a picture of the cutest couple in the history of forever.

(And I totally need to figure out how to steal Colin’s brother’s hat again. I looked damn good in that fedora.)

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In other news,

I had a thought for a scene in my Cabin Pressure fan fic so I went back into the early, early, EARLY drafts and found what I was looking for.

Rereading that stuff made me want to shift the timeline. AGAIN.

So, now I’m back to the drawing board, trying to make things make sense with the addition of shit I removed for what must have been a good idea.

This must be why smart authors storyboard and do character sketches and shit.

I am not a smart author.

nom nom nom

i’m obsessed with this photoshoot

Seriously - I am OBSESSED with photos of him in this jumper, leaning on the railing.

I have a wider version of this as the background on my MBP and I have a black and white version as the background on my phone.

That jumper is just gorgeous. I want to knit one for myself.

The guy in it ain’t too bad, either.

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No guarantees that the “container” will fix my car problems, but I’m tabling the new car insanity for now. I don’t want a new car. I’m not ready for a new car…

The Forester is just going to have to suck it up and get on with its life.

(Also, I can’t believe how much I missed driving stick. Two days I was in an automatic… two days of hating every moment of the loaner.)

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I’ve been trying to listen to music the boss DOESN’T know so that he can’t sing.

Today, I listened to the Ameros, and I could see how hard he was trying to figure out what it was. I’m going to have to be careful… if I listen to things enough, he will learn them and they’ll be ruined 5ever. (Yesterday was the Sherlock score (series 1 and 2), all day. I love the score and - bonus - he doesn’t seem to enjoy instrumentals.)

He’s gone tomorrow, so I am cranking the Black Mountain Symphony and rocking out.

It will be so nice to listen to “good” music again.

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A high school friend posted a link to an article which summarized the 23 signs you might be a closeted introvert. I had 21 out of 23.

One of those 21 was “you are a writer.”

I don’t write.

At all.

Never.

Nope.

So I’m not going to recap (for historical value more than anything) my current progress. Because there’s nothing to recap.

“This Week: Hartford!” is 95% there. Two more sets of eyes and it goes live on AO3. FanFic.net sucks balls right now, so I don’t know if it’s worth cross posting to there…

“This Week: Paris!” is now three rewrites in, and, at this point, needs to be junked. *sigh*

It’s funny how Paris is the first part of the “trilogy” that I wrote and the one I loved more than anything out of the four once they were all done. I wrote everything around Paris, but now that Hartford (the last bit actually written even though it’s a prologue) is getting spit-shined, I can see where I fucked up in Paris.

I’ve decided I hate Paris - both as a tourist location and a chapter in my Cabin Pressure fan fic.

“This Week: Fitton!” is completed. Needs Hartford and Paris finalized before I can move on it more. (I know there will be continuity errors… They’re already very visible…)

“This Week: London!” is completed. Needs Hartford, Paris and Fitton to be finalized. (In addition to everything else I have going on, I can’t address Y-L-B and ignore Vaduz, so that will need to be dealt with. *sigh*)

Untitled Johnlock dealing with a Zodiac copycat is four handwritten pages in. After writing brOTP Johnlock, I’m actually kind of happy to be writing a casefic featuring BAMF!John and normal!Sherlock. (Sherlock!Sherlock? I have no fucking idea… I gave it a name. It’s a thing now. Deal with it.)

I write. A lot. Sherlock fan fic, mostly.

misha’s a little too open about his addiction to fan fic…

So… the boss and I were talking about my insomnia and how he’s not pushing yoga on me (although he did for an HOUR), but he thinks yoga would help.

He asked what I did when I couldn’t sleep… I told him that I was pretty active in the fan fiction world, and that I proofread and brit-pick (a little) other’s works. He asked what, so I told him Sherlock, the BBC version. I don’t think there are words in the English language that could accurately describe the look on his face. AND I DIDN’T EVEN TELL HIM ABOUT THE WHOLE HOMO-EROTIC SUBTEXT. OR THAT, I, MYSELF, SHIP JOHNLOCK LIKE A MOTHERFUCKER.

I think I’d die if he knew what I was actually proofreading… it seems the PWP writers have a soft spot for my mad beta skills. If there’s a kink out there, I’ve probably read a fic that features it. I try to stick to canon-ish Johnlock, too - no AUs like Grease, Ballet, or Uni!Lock. I will do Parent!Lock if I have to, but I draw the line at Alpha/Omega and mpreg… (Seriously, that’s some fucked up shit right there.)

GISHWHES is keeping me busy. It sucks, though, because I’m really not into it this year. I’ve done the minimum I feel I can get away with. Last year was life changing… this year? Not so much. I just can’t get excited about it. I had moments where I loved what I was doing, but for the most part? Eh.

Work is good - he did say something to me on the 15th about it being a full month. (Which it was… wow. He was keeping track, too.)

He’s getting better. I’m getting used to him, too. I’m screwing up some weird shit, but he’s happy that I get mad at myself for it and he gets my logic. It’s an interesting dynamic we have going on, but I’m (finally) OK with it.

He and I, independently, both say “hotel, motel, Holiday Inn” at random times during the day. I still think it’s a little surreal that I work in a hotel room. I get uncomfortable asking housekeeping to clean my toilet or take the trash out… those are my co-workers, man! But, I have a great view of the parking lot and get to play yellow car. I’m also expanding my music collection to things he can’t sing along to. (The singing, oh Dog, the singing… if I could get him to stop that, I would!)

But. Yeah. Work is good.

Life, in general, is pretty damn good…

SMERFs and Leslie’s Poo

poster designers are assholes

Now that I’ve gotten over the panic of finding a new job, and actually BEING at the new job, life is pretty damn good.

Here’s some quick snippets of life at the hotel / motel / Holiday Inn…

My official title is Assistant Corporate Controller, but when I write it down, I almost always write it as “Ass Controller.” I don’t know why I insist on forgetting that damn T every time, but I do.

One of our vendors, Leslie’s Poolmart, is in our software as Leslie’s Poo.

We had a reservation for a group listed as “New Englind Executive Ass”. I have no idea what they do, but I fucking LOVE the name. (Let’s just ignore the fact that the brain trust who booked the group in the system can’t spell New England.)

(Yeah… I’m 12 years old and laughing at ass and poop jokes.)

It is expensive to replace elevators. I mean, I know they’re not cheap - this is actually the second company I’ve worked for that’s installed new elevators - but it’s shocking when you have to write a check for six figures, which is only 40% of the total cost.

It’s also crazy expensive to be a franchisee of a brand name chain. The amount they charge us for the use of their name, among other brand specific things, is ridiculous.

SMERFs are a real thing! It’d be cooler if they were little blue creatures who live in mushrooms, but SMERFs are SMERFs.

I’m learning all kinds of exciting new things. The hospitality industry is like a gazillion different types of fascinating. So much goes into running a hotel that it’s insane… besides the meth lab in our HQ, I’ve heard stories of thieving housekeepers, domestic disturbances, trashed hotel rooms, shady front desk staff. Not necessarily at any of our hotels, but we did have a trashed room during my first or second week. That was pretty cool. OH! And the room next to ours? A car drove into it. Right through the fucking wall. (Long before I started, but that had to have been interesting.)

So yeah… now that life is calm, the bipolar is hibernating, and I’m generally feeling pretty damn chipper… I’m happy there and I can see myself there for a long time.

It took long enough.

It didn’t hurt that I got to see Black Mountain Symphony on Saturday, in Weedstock either. That was huge in putting my world right, as it always is.

Oh - let’s discuss the show, shall we?

I don’t know why, but Mike got the idea that he wanted to see me high. Like I’d be even more fun to be around. As if that were even possible!

That led to a confession to Rollz, that the closest I got I ever got to even thinking about getting high was when they were here on one of their road trips and it was me and him outside. I don’t know why I finally came clean. There’s just something about him… I even thanked him AGAIN for reading “Scott and Kate” and pushing me in the direction of reaching out to the Duke of Stud.

Someone once asked me if I had a thing for Rollz, and it’s not like that. He’s a nice guy, and there is a connection, but no. Just. No. There’s a lot to love about him (at least the bits I’ve been privvy to), but yeah. I’ll pass. I’m too old for that kind of shit.

Besides, if I’m going to waste my time worrying about a relationship that isn’t going to happen, I’m going to focus on Johnlock. (From the description of a fan fic I’ve bookmarked to read later: “because god dam in a row boat that man has the most delicious arse I have ever seen.” Come on! That’s so much better than worrying about whether or not I’m going to get it on with someone ten years younger than me who has a girlfriend. By the way, I am TOTALLY fucking stealing god dam in a row boat. That’s awesome.)

Speaking of relationships, “THIS WEEK: HARTFORD!!” (Part one of my Cabin Pressure ‘trilogy’ - which finally has a name!) is really, truly, almost ready for another round of editing. I did a little bit of a rewrite. OK. I did a LOT of a rewrite. This is a bigger bitch than writing a Sherlock case fic (and THAT is a right bitch, my friends). I wish I knew what drove me to write fan fic for Cabin Pressure. *sigh*

And on that note, I need to prep for GISHWHES. Misha changed things up and it starts on Sunday. (Instead of November…) SUNDAY! I’m not ready for that level of insanity. Wish me luck!!!

Smoke rises from the BBC… a new Doctor is chosen.

accurate gif is accurate

The BBC has announced the new Doctor… and already the shit is flying.

Yeah, we all wanted David Tennant back. We all wanted a woman. We definitely wanted a ginger.

We didn’t get any of those.

I have no idea who Peter Capaldi is, but he’s the new Doctor.

Oh. Wait. That’s not quite true - he was in an episode of DW already, and he’s in “Fortysomething” with the Cumberbabe which is definitely on my list to watch, once I figure out how to get my hands on it. I’m assuming tumblr, you tube or google will prove useful. If not, I *think* it’s available in a region 1 DVD version on Amazon. If not that, then there’s always hacking my DVD player, getting a UK iTunes gift card, or buying a regionless DVD player… OR… there’s always the crazy idea of ACTUALLY MOVING TO THE FUCKING UK ALREADY INSTEAD OF THINKING ABOUT IT NON-FUCKING-STOP.

Frustrated much?

Anyhoo… I’m a little leery of his regeneration. It took me a long time to become a Matt Smith fan, and now… *poof*. (Literally?) I have to start all over again.

It didn’t help that before the live announcement (thank you, BBC America!), they aired David Tennant’s last episode. I fucking bawled like a baby, because… well, the feels!!! It might actually be worse than the Reichenbach feels. Yeah, it probably is.

Between “Catching Fire” and the DW 50th Anniversary special, November’s going to fucking rock.

It’s also going to take forever to get here.

*sigh*