First thoughts

i love the cumbercollective

We went to the beach this morning, J, Guinness and I.

I had ulterior motives… It seems like, whenever possible, there’s a part of the Challenge where the team winds up in the water. (Check out some of the pics from Challenges past.) There’s a lot of stuff online where people talk about what they wear, which makes sense. There’s a lot of sweating and, of course, the water so moisture wicking stuff is important.

I got fully dressed in every thing I intend to wear next weekend: 30 lb. ruck, sneakers, socks, compression shorts, moisture wicking tank top, running shorts, t-shirt.

And then my ass headed directly into the ocean.

THAT WATER WAS COLD.

Yes, I know - this is not a newsflash. I live in New England. I’ve spent a lot of time at the beaches here. But, at 7AM when it’s barely 70 degrees outside, and you haven’t broken a sweat yet?

COLD. COLD. COLD. COLD!

The best part was when Guinness decided to join me. He was so afraid, but he ‘embraced the suck’ and came in with me. Not a huge fan of the waves because I think they took him by surprise, but still! He’s a real New England beach dog now. (You’d be amazed by the number of people who bring their dogs to the beach ass-early so they can run and play in the water.) I’m amazed that for all the times he and J have gone to the beach - Guinness being off-leash, no less - he hasn’t wound up in the water by now.

We went in a couple of times. The last time, I underestimated the tide, gravity and momentum and wound up on my ass. Had the waves been much bigger, I would have been submerged. I wanted to get totally wet, but I had stayed closer to the edge because Guinness kept following me in and I didn’t want him in over his head. That last time, the Universe had it’s own plan. It must have thought I was wussing out or something…

The good news is, the moisture wicking clothing wicked moisture. The sneakers and socks did OK. My wet, pruney, feet didn’t blister. The ruck seems to be waterproof.

I’m going to call that a success and get ready to leave to meet up with my gym buddy for a long walk/jog.

All those British boys…

the holmes brothers

My interview in Needham went pretty well. It turns out that they’re good with working remotely. There’s a guy from Maine who works there, and if they don’t care about his commute, they won’t care about mine.

There’s a lot to like about that company. *fingers crossed*

My Tuesday interview became Wednesday.  At least I still have the interview… although I’m nervous they’ll pull something like the cost job did.

My friends are awesome (as if I needed to say that again). I’ve been a little out of sorts since the interview… I was the first person in and he didn’t take a single note during my interview. Can’t tell if I blew it or not. So it’s nice to laugh that hard and be set right.

Today, the monster I created (a friend from high school and a friend from college have bonded over ‘mommy’ stuff), decided to address circumcision on Facebook. It’s not something I pay attention to because kids aren’t something on my bucket list, but I do see the stuff they post from time to time. It’s to the point where even I think it’s a bad idea. Which started this thing that ended with my friend reminding me that all my British crushes have ALL of their equipment. I can’t even begin to tell you how hard that one comment made me laugh. I’m not even sure why.

Was thinking about driving to NY for a Black Mountain Symphony show, but decided against it. It’s a five and a half hour drive and I’m just not into it today. Which really sucks because I want to see them… Maybe I should shift my job search to Albany. Screw the UK.

OK. My fan fic is calling. Outside is calling. I think I can mix the two for a while. Maybe I’ll bring out a notebook and write the new bits longhand. (Does anyone do that anymore?!)

Thank you, AO3 and FFN

i don’t even like star trek, but i’ve preordered stid… hng…

There are two types of fan fic writers…

The Amazing
But one day Greg asks. John can’t blame him for asking because they are a little drunk and alcohol is the bridge to things unexplored.  - this line makes me cry, it’s so beautiful. (It’s from a Sherlock fan fic called “Safety Guaranteed”, which is about how Sherlock’s coat is kind of his grown up safety blankie. It’s cute and not pr0n.)

The What THE FUCK Are They Smoking?
when sam lied down castiel started petting sams willy and then sam started petting deans willy and then dean petted casteils willy and it was like a happy willy petting zoo and they were all happy - atrocious spelling, lack of punctuation, etc. aside… a happy willy petting zoo?!?! (Author information withheld…)

hmrph

i needed more cumberpr0n

It’s like Supernatural day on tumblr, so I decided I needed some Cabbagepatch in my life.

I found out today that I was not qualified for three different jobs.

I found out today that the URGENT temp-to-perm was already filled.

A little girl ran over my foot playing with a toy car while I was waiting for my car to get serviced. Neither the mother nor the girl apologised, even though they were both aware of it. However, when my phone rang (company I applied to), the mother made a HUGE point of saying how rude it was for me to take a phone call in the waiting room. AS SOON AS I KNEW WHO IT WAS, I PACKED MY BOOK UP AND HIGHTAILED IT OUTSIDE SO THEY WOULDN’T HAVE TO LISTEN TO ME. I was in the waiting room for maybe a minute trying to figure out if it was a phone screen or a quick call to schedule an interview. But, yeah, I’m rude.

The best part? As they’re walking past me to their car, she mentions again how rude it was. She should be thanking her lucky stars that I was still on the phone, or she would have gotten an earful from me. (The actual best part? I used her bitchiness during the phone screen as an example of dealing with assclowns.)

Interview tomorrow.

Interview Tuesday.

Something better come along. Soon.

Did you like the little touch with the underwear?

mmmm… andrew scott (sherlock bbc - s01x03 - the great game)

“I can open any door, anywhere with a few tiny lines of computer code. No such thing as a private bank account now. They’re all mine. No such thing as secrecy. I OWN secrecy. Nuclear codes? I could blow up NATO in alphabetical order. In a world of locked rooms, the man with the key is king. And honey… you should see me in a crown…” (Jim Moriarty - The Reichenbach Fall)

God, I LOVE that line.

(It’s so hard to hate Moriarty when Andrew Scott is so fucking adorable.)

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It’s been a week since my interview with the industry company and nothing. I’m assuming at this point that I probably didn’t get it. *sigh*

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For the archives:

Duke of Stud: I fucking adore you.

Me: Because I’m in a pissy mood?

Duke of Stud: No… because you have so much vigor… such passion… it amuses and inspires me simultaneously. (I originally read that as AROUSES and inspires. *sigh* No more homoerotic fan fic for me today! Although, considering the source, it’s not too far fetched. *ahem*)

Me: Most people would tell me to piss off or up my meds.

Duke of Stud: Not me… I understand you. I’m the same way about certain topics. It’s actually interesting to see it in another person. I’m learning more about myself in the process.

Me: You’re the Watson to my Holmes.

For what it’s worth… after all the shit we’ve put each other through, for the past 20+ years, I’m so glad that we’re both determined to figure out a way to make this work. The better he gets, the more I see what I lost in that apartment in Windsor Locks all those years ago. I may have talked him out of the suicide attempt that night, but the boy I knew, the boy I loved, died that night.

I guess, when I put it that way, he’s kind of the Holmes to my Watson.

Either way, we’re two halves of the same whole.

My dad knew it.

I knew it.

The Duke knew it.

It’s taken us forever to get back to that point, but it’s been worth it. The hole he left behind all those years ago isn’t easily patched, but we’re working on it.

It’s going as well as I think it could be, although I’m still prone to keep my walls up and not let myself get pulled back into Teh Crazy.

We’ll never have the conversation we need to have, but we’re having the ones that matter.

I can’t ask for anything more.