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[rm]

- Talking to shipchan last night, and thinking about all the conversations I keep having with you all and the fact that I fucking dreamed about shitty ground school two nights ago and even missed that: I need to get back in the air. I need to get my damn pilot's license and my personal deadline for starting that process again is 24 months from now. Why 24 months? In 12 months I will be entirely out of debt. Then I want to build a cushion and meet various responsibilities in life here etc etc. And then, it's back to the most expensive of my most expensive hobbies. I refuse to let this go undone. I refuse to be cowed (and I was, I was so young, I'm surprised I managed as much as I did!) by something that only 10% of the people who take it up are women and then less than a third of them stay with it long enough to get licensed. People looked at me like I was a little girl when I flew, and I thought I could brazen through that the way I brazed through everything else at that age, by saying I was crazy and pretending I was tough. I'm sure I'd deal with lots of the same shit now, but my eyes are older and I've got all sorts of calm learnt from fencing and riding and yeah. So this is going to happen. Not soon, but soon enough.

- Survived fencing last night despite being on the rag and feeling unbelievably anemic. I got through it but did not free fence. The drama with my knee is slowly getting better.

- Gallifrey One! I'm so enjoying having been entirely right about this. And everyone was all "Gallifrey One never gets big actor guests." Uh-huh. People, when will you understand? I know things. Who, because she was overtired, called the release date move on Harry Potter 6 by accidentally talking about it like it had actually already happened? Anyway, current cosplay plans: Jack, Lucy Saxon, Diane.

- Looking at lots of photos from Governors Island in hopes of finding the shots taken of me, Nothing yet, but there's lots of scrumptiousness.

- You know what's totally fantastic? Candy corn.

- Story meeting tonight for I Did Not Know I Had Been Traveling. Yes, we have story meetings.

- So the economy. Here's the thing: Even if it's not dire, even if it's not a recession, depression or stock market nightmare that's going to fuck you up directly, when you live in NYC, this shit is invariably catastrophic, because obscene wealth keeps this city running. As much as it drives up the prices of all things, it is also what makes all things available, and pays the people who are waiters and maids and assistants. You can have not a dime in the market, but when Wall Street goes batshit here, it visits you. No question about it. But you know what? It's pretty dire, kids. On the plus side, the level of crazy in the, to quote Bill Gross, "shadow banking system," has been entirely out of fucking hand. Things had to correct sometime, the only problem is that the collapse of the hedge funds and all these new batshit instruments is now causing absolute havoc in the banking system us regular folk deal with and that's not good. It will get worse before it gets better.

- Fall weather makes me love everything more.

- Can lesbian please stop being a dirty word now? I just hate shit with this tonal quality.

- Meanwhile, if you are an adult woman, please do not refer to yourself as "girl." I do it sometimes too, and it's a terrible habit. Dear Everyone, Stop Trying to Be Small!

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[bodlon.livejournal.com]

Damn. I still need to leave you two the comment love on the new installment. I've been focusing on a) sleep, b) getting back on the (writing) horse, and c) getting my office sorted. Must do this before end of week. Yes.

I love that you have story meetings, though. That's blindingly awesome.

"Dear Everyone, Stop Trying to Be Small!"

Word.

[rm.livejournal.com]

Hehehe, I totally said to Kali the other day "I think he's working on sleep and you know, the actual novel, as opposed to the Internet porn" and she was all "oh, like we're supposed to be doing?" Er, yeah. So totally understood.

Story meetings = Spanish food and beer. Which got really stupid last time when I discovered that our bar of choice has gluten-free beer. She ordered some random other beer to be like "see I can order cool beer too" not realizing it came in this freakish bottle that was twice the size of a normal beer bottle, and she just kept smirking at me and making "mine is bigger than yours" jokes, the pure obnoxiousness of which can't really be conveyed without having actually met her. It was really damn funny though, even if we kept being interrupted by crazy homeless people yelling about the mayor we no longer have and the transit strike that happened two years ago.

[bodlon.livejournal.com]

Oh, I haven't quite gotten back on the book horse yet. I'm in serious need of rebuilding good habits after the two month disruption fest that started in late July. I've got about 900 good words on IEIT #22 at the moment, though that's subject to whims of plot and confidence. Apparently, I am not as resistant to certain criticisms as I thought. Ah well.

...and she just kept smirking at me and making "mine is bigger than yours" jokes, the pure obnoxiousness of which can't really be conveyed without having actually met her.

And suddenly, the desire to road trip intensifies.

[rm.livejournal.com]

You totally should come to New York sometime. We don't have a ton of space, but we do have actually separate rooms and even a cat-free zone that can support an air mattress.

And you and Kali would laugh your assess off. Where I am the one who is inconveniently responsible, she is the one who is always like "here, have _another_ drink." Which I think covers why in our HP epic she handles Lucius' characterization and I handle Snape's (a divide we don't have in the Torchwood work).