WTF did I get myself into?!?!

two for tuesday! the martin freeman edition

I’m taking some really bare bones notes on the Zodiac from the information supplied by The Crime Library. There’s also a few other websites, and the Graysmith book “ZODIAC” (which the movie was based on), that I’m looking at to fill in some of the blanks. There have to be some interesting bits that TCL hasn’t covered.

I am so OVER this psycho with his bad spelling and his ego, and his empty threats.

After all the time I’ve spent with him, I think I can make my version more interesting.

I’m already thinking about how he’s going to fit in London, and holy fuck there a lot of things to think about… the differences between the US and UK police systems, postal services, locations, there’s a lot I didn’t take into consideration. That’s really going to suck. I do have 10 days left to research those differences, though so it might not be too bad.

If anything, the timeline of the Zodiac might help me make this a reunion fic. Zodiac can start while Moriarty is still alive and the gap between letters can be explained by Sherlock’s absence after “Reichenbach”... (Oh, Dog, I’m going to have to watch that episode again. I’m going to need a nap, a cookie, and a hug after that. Maybe even a grocery store’s worth of Kleenex and Hagen-daas. I HATE that episode with a passion. The feels are too epic for someone with the level of depression I have right now.)

*sigh*

This is what I get for trying to stretch myself as a writer and get away from the terrible chick-lit lite I’m so good at writing.

Standardized tests and racial profiling

and now I want to write johnlock again

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10 days, 2 hours, 38 minutes until November 1st.

Not that I’m paying attention or anything…

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I found my GMAT study guides from 2007/2008. At one point, I thought it would be a great idea to rush into grad school right after I earned my accounting degree.

Yeah, I don’t know what I was thinking either.

When I did finally attempt to get my Master’s in accounting/finance, I went back to SNHU because, as a continuing student, I didn’t have to take the GMAT.

I don’t know why I’m so terrified of these big tests (I had to forfeit my entrance fee for the CMA exam because it was causing too much anxiety), but I am. Maybe it’s because my attempt at the LSAT a thousand years ago left a bad taste in my mouth. I studied so hard for that and barely got what I needed to get into the law schools of my choice. I was so disappointed - and suddenly disillusioned with being an attorney - that I didn’t even bother to apply. I did apply to UConn’s sports management graduate program and deferred my admission because I got a job in pro hockey that year. That admission also did not require a GMAT score.

So… with London as the goal, it’s time to put on my big girl panties, suck it up, and study the fuck out of those old guidebooks.

Somethings are worth the abject terror and anxiety.

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Still no word from the German Consulate, so after another careful perusal of their website, I think I’m going to send in my paperwork blind and see what happens.

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My friend, Jesse, the lead singer of The Ameros (another Albany band - big surprise there) is running for mayor of Albany. This kid has a great head on his shoulders. I’d vote for him in a heartbeat.

They had a debate the other night and the topic of racial profiling came up. One of his competitors said, and I’m paraphrasing here, that people profile themselves by their actions. I’m not quite sure what that means, but Jesse’s response was basically profiling comes from fear and why are we still afraid of each other? ( Listen to it here.)

Screw racial profiling. It seems that fear informs every major political and societal decision, like gay marriage.

It is time to stop being afraid of each other.

I can’t say it enough… I’m lucky to have these kids - this ever expanding pool of Albanians - in my life.

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Sinus headache from hell is back. I suppose I should thank it for giving me yesterday off - I got a lot done in terms of both the job search and the grad school search.

I think that means it’s time for a nap.

I’m pathetic and I’m OK with that.

so cute

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“This week: HARTFORD” is only two chapters in and has exactly as many kudos and one more comment thread than “It Was Always There” has and that’s been on AO3 since June 6th…

(But I’m not obsessively tracking my stats. Nope. Not me.)

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I had an offer from a British friend to be a brit-picker.

And a body dump place finder.

And he wonders why I love him so much…

PUPPIES!

doesn’t it look like the perfect place to find a body?

(I “borrowed” this pic from Wikipedia… if it’s yours, email me and let me know so I can give credit where credit is due!)

A recruiter is trying to get me an interview for a contract accounting position at a “pet store”. I’m just going to leave it at that, although they neither sell nor manufacture pets.

It’s a six month contract, which is something I’ve been against, but six months gives me something to kill time with while I try to figure out the German citizenship thing, study for the GMAT, and / or continue looking for jobs in the UK. Or, you know, focus on looking for a permanent job in the US…

I’ve already sent my resume there once, on my own, and it remains a place I’d like to work at.

I guess we’ll see…

I need someone to brit-pick my damn blog!

The tube station is Tower HILL. TOWER HILL. Not Tower Bridge.

Dumbass.

Spent a good chunk of yesterday with a massive sinus headache. Couldn’t knit because of the hole in my finger, decided not to read fan fic because all it did was make me want to write more, couldn’t read an actual book because I couldn’t focus on the plot, couldn’t even really focus on the TV.

SO. FUCKING. BORED.

About the only useful thing I did was skim a London tour book I had looking for creepy spots to place bodies. I found quite a few.

It’s really a shame that we’re not going to London before NaNo, because I’d really like to check out the body dump sites for myself.

(HI, US GOVERNMENT! Now that you’re done being children and have time to get back to more important things, are you loving my google searches on writing gay sex, the differences between a .9MM handgun and a .38, blood spatter, knives, serial killers and best places to dump a body in London yet? You’ll notice, too, that I’ve been googling ways to leave the country. I’m sure you’ll put two and two together and get seven, but I wouldn’t expect any less of you morons.)

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side note: tumblr claims ‘Merlin’ is more homoerotic than ‘Sherlock’. With lines like “You’re not going to put it in my mouth!” “I am, and you’re going to swallow!” I can see why.

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Speaking of leaving the country… woke up this morning excited to continue my UK job search. I’m also going to look into UK colleges/universities and research MBA programs today.

I have a friend on FB (a guy I knew during my entire journey through the Manchester public school system, but that’s really as far as it went) who is fascinated by my expat-ing progress. (Yeah. I made a word. Deal with it.) I’ve been discussing it with him pretty in-depth and it’s kind of cool to be able to have those discussions with him.

But I don’t bring that up to talk about becoming an expat, because really, it’s all right there in the first sentence of this section. I bring it up because out of my 91 (92 once I add N’s wife) friends on FB, most of them are people I was - at best - acquaintances with. Now through the magic of the internet and bipolar meds, I’m able to form lasting relationships. REAL friendships. I keep my FB friends under 100 on purpose. If you make the cut, it means you’re really important to me. (Aaaaaawwwwww! Schmoop!)

I think it’s Facebook’s only real value to me right now because I’m losing interest in being on the site all day every day. (Proof that I’m ready to rejoin the living and get out of this depression?)

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While we’re talking schmoop, I had some pretty intense Marlas dreams last night. Nothing but fluff… lots of fluff. Couch cuddles and top of head kisses. Bears polar and the seven dwarfs. Sitting around the portacabin making fun of Carolyn. Playing charades with Arthur (even though we all know that’s a TERRIBLE idea.) Just being cute.

Dog, I miss them. A lot.

I really had no idea how much I missed them until they were gone.

I don’t want to waste all that time I’ve spent doing the research for the casefic, but I’m really leaning towards doing the 30 Day OTP Challenge for NaNo.

Anything to spend more time with my boys…