March 17th, 2003

ice cream

Awwwww...

I just got fanmail on my favorite Wraeththu fanfic... Warm fuzzy time :) I love that story and it's not just because everybody else does, though that doesn't hurt either. I mean, Storm loves it too and is putting the main character in her book. But I love getting fan mail. Duuuuude, do I love, esp. when all else seems to be crappy.
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    happy happy
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The Atlanta Asylum -- Free and Open to the Public

Been feeling like my mind's disorganized lately. This weekend I did feel a little more together, though, as over and over, I ran into individuals whose minds are in far worse shape than mind:

Friday there was the schizo guy on Luckie Street who yelled "Run, Forrest, run!" when I sped across the street to avoid his begging and/or other form of accostment, which I'd just seen him deliver on the people ahead of me.

Also Friday I was going through the infamous Five Points plaza and got to see two guys wrestling while yelling stuff about God and Jesus.

Rambing schizo on #2 bus Saturday, who smelled from two seats back and based his ramblings on whatever words he heard Caleb saying to his sister on my mobile phone. Like Caleb said California, the guy was saying "Oh, are you from California? I'm from..." or "They have that store in NY? SoHo?" and he'd go "SoHo? Oh, I believe that... I'm from the Bronx, yeah..." OMG, he was a character even for the #2.

While on #2, looking out window, toothless woman was having a talk with herself.

At Petsmart, getting my bird supplies, a rather cracked man came up to me and told me a story about his pet bird. He was NOT together. I'm not even sure I followed his story except it involved a parakeet and a branch. Later on I saw him at Borders.

On the train west to Decatur today, got reallllllly P.O.'d at this TOTAL DRUNK ASS wreck who was making comments to me/Daniel/Caleb that mainly had to do with how I was a "fine looking lady" and they were both (?) lucky to have me. When we had to get out at MLK to transfer to the long train, he came up to me, all stinky of alky and was trying to continue his disgusting, makes-me-want-to-puke crap. I sidled away, as did Daniel, and finally he wandered off.

Oh, and I even forgot the thing Saturday, which I can't mention for the mental state of the person, only their disgusting filthiness. Caleb and I got on the train at North Ave. with our cart (after the bus/shopping trip with the multiple "issues") and getting off is this homeless person with a cart and some other bundles dragging behind. We get on and the whole train smells totally totally RANK -- and we turn around and I kid you not, we got a full view of the guy's ASSCRACK, which was like VERY exposed. We are like "OMG, that is... no way!" and then "Air, air, we need air!" and the train agrees with us. Then this family gets on at Civic Center and they go to sit, only on the seat where (we must assume) the stinky person was sitting, there is an old tissue. We tell the family's kids NOT to touch it or sit down. We tell them "If you knew where that might've been..."

Sigh. I'm sorry, I know I must seem like I'm just out to make fun of homeless people or people with mental problems, who I know are at the mercy of a lot of serious issues and social support systems that are not working, but sometimes, riding MARTA and living in the heart of it all, I really get edgy and sick of putting up with it.
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March 17th -- Not Just St. Patty's Day

For me March 17th will always be "special" because it was 10 years ago today, I came home from school and found my father at home. I was surprised and confused about this until he told me he'd been laid off and that "Now it's not just the Irish who remember this date." Ugh. That was a big sucky turning point in my life. March is just about the time you have to decide where to go to college and yay me, even if we could have afforded any of the private universities that accepted me, which we couldn't have, since we didn't get any aid and we don't do loans in my family, that squashed all hopes for me. As it turns out, going to UMass (who did give me a scholarship) was the best thing anyway, but at the time, it was like falling from a cliff. Not to mention dad has never been the same (he's 69 now).
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    "Elvis Has Left the Building"
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Social circles of like mind

Thinking back on the months and months and months of Iraq war build-up, I can't recall a single person I know -- at work, in my neighborhood, in my family, or online (LJ as example, not meaning *anywhere* -- speak up and express the least support. I think my work has a few people who would say yes, they support it... but they aren't talking. I bet there are people who operate in a completely different environment and surrounded by people who are taking today to go "At last! At last! What took you so long?" but not I.

Meantime, been updating a web site ALL DAY long -- news items, job postings, formatting studies. OOOh, now I'm doing an ASP form version of a long tedious PDF form... so now it's a long tedious HTML file! He He! *OW! as head hits desk*
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    "Shut the F*ck Up, Bitch You Can't Sing"
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Spark of positive

Storm Constantine chatted with me this morning and apparently I am now (so she's telling her NY publisher Tor Books, with my consent) her U.S. publicist. Hey, never hurts to have another job title, does it? My main duties are to answer inquiries and help if there is anything like arranging for publicity visits, interviews, etc. Oh, and I get free posters and stuff, whoo hoo.
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The Eyelash Cliche

OK, so those of you who read overdone prose... What is up with the eyelash cliche?

Sample:
He complained, his thick eyelashes casting shadows over his heavy features.

I mean, hello, has anyone EVER seen eyelashes so long and thick they're casting shadows? I see this in fanfic a lot and it drive me up the WALL!
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Children of Dune

So Caleb was over my place, we'd just finished watching my tapes of that Chicago documentary that aired on PBS, and I'd wandered off to check my email, when he suddenly calls me from the living room going "OH MY GOD, this is so Storm! Come, come, come!" So as usual I humor him (he tends to call me over to the TV a lot) and by God if he isn't completely on target. I don't think I have ever seen anything that looked so much like an amalgam of all Storm's books as that thing. At first I was just going to watch for like five minutes but every scene and every character made me go "Oh, shit, this is like a Storm book come to life!" It was totally weird because I really couldn't tell what was going on, it was as visual to me, because I am so used to everything being filled in by description, inner dialogue, etc., that to see it is a whole new language. I watched it for around 1 1/2 hours and by the end of it I was thinking that if anyone deserves to film some Storm book (mostly "unfilmable"), it would be whoever made Children of Dune because damn, that's IT!
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