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Safe and sound in Shrewsberry. Turns out that we did infact get tickets - something that was not particulaly asured of when we left the house yesterday as Mom couldn't find any of our ticket information on any of the sites. We arrived at Providence, with a lay-over that left like eternity in Cincianatti, that only lasted two hours or so. Today was Papa's birthday, so we went out to Bugaboo Creek for a birthday dinner, and celebrated by Uncle's birthday too as it's in a week.
Told Aunt and Uncle about fanfiction habit, as they are MiSTies as well - I'll post the photographic proof in a bit. They were a bit confused as to the whole fanfiction bit, not because they had never heard of it before as my Aunt is a fanfic writer herself, but what to write about as the whole "mainly lacking plot" that MST3K has. Explained it as more in the spirt of the host segments, and why there were only about five writers. (Yes, I know there's more, but five sounds about right in a split second thought of the currently writing ones.) Showed them a MiSTing, as they'd never heard about that either. (They were big fans in the early days, as they went to the Con. The first one, I think) Uncle asked if the big debate was still Joel vs. Mike and I reported that people had finaly gotten over it. He then asked if there was a debate over which MAD was better, Pearl or Dr.F and I said that ost people liked Dr. F, which he replied that that's because people had taste.
But now I've got to work more on the MST3K Fanfiction Archive/The Feety Pajamas Project, so I can show my fic without showing this blog. I think I've only got The White Rabbit and Spangly Blue Notes up there, and that's not excatly my best work - though my "best work" is really up to date, as most of it is kinda... shite? Like Spangly Blue Notes was a bit of a reach. A lot of a reach. And... Before them at their feet. I still stand behind the story I wrote for the circle prompt, because it's based on a line that Dr. E actually said, dammit.
Uhm. What else?
Aunt Mary may be coming with us to see my sister's new apartment. Because, I quote:
Mom: Well, did she invite you?
Aunt Mary: No, but I gave her five thousand dollars.
Yeah, she owns me too and Mom, but we live in the Midwest far away from anyplace where she can get a train to. She can just take the T to South Station and then demand that someone pick her up from there. She just... AH! A few days ago the carbon monoxide alarms went off, and she went out of the house. Then she went inside and called the fire department. The fire department came and they didn't figure out where it was coming from, but they got an increaded readig when they went up the basement stairs. Aunt Mary was able to pass off her house as she was about to get the cabients redone - she isn't, it's just that there's too much stuff to put in them - and that she was about to donate stuff to the Salvation Army and their ilk, when she's a shopaholic and continualy just buys colthing and never wears it.
And it's only 9:18 and I'm close to passing out, though I have been so for the last hour, but I'm reading a Spencer novel. Spencer Novel > Sleep. Even though I woke up around 10ish. Aunt Mary really takes it out of you, even long distance. That half a chicken that I had for my only meal of the day today probably didn't help much either. And when I ean half a chicken, I mean a half chicken. Half a cup of mashed potato, a small slice of cheesecake and two chocolates was the only food I've consumed today. This, for some reason, does not sound particualry healthy.
MEME!
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 3 sentences on your blog along with these instructions.
5. Don't you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest.
6. Tag three people.
So, the orginal book I had next to me was a 2006 Atlas, so I'm going with the Spencer novel that was a litter further away but actually has sentences on page 123.
Robert B. Parker School Days
"He is the Man, you know? I mean, everybody is scared of him and like, sure Animal, anything you say Animal.
"King of the Rocks," I said.
Hm. Tags?
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solidfoamsoul
the_crazy_lady
hydiuki_ty
Because I can. Yes.
Now, to figure out how the heck to get to some blogs that I have bookmarked on my computer. Argh.
Told Aunt and Uncle about fanfiction habit, as they are MiSTies as well - I'll post the photographic proof in a bit. They were a bit confused as to the whole fanfiction bit, not because they had never heard of it before as my Aunt is a fanfic writer herself, but what to write about as the whole "mainly lacking plot" that MST3K has. Explained it as more in the spirt of the host segments, and why there were only about five writers. (Yes, I know there's more, but five sounds about right in a split second thought of the currently writing ones.) Showed them a MiSTing, as they'd never heard about that either. (They were big fans in the early days, as they went to the Con. The first one, I think) Uncle asked if the big debate was still Joel vs. Mike and I reported that people had finaly gotten over it. He then asked if there was a debate over which MAD was better, Pearl or Dr.F and I said that ost people liked Dr. F, which he replied that that's because people had taste.
But now I've got to work more on the MST3K Fanfiction Archive/The Feety Pajamas Project, so I can show my fic without showing this blog. I think I've only got The White Rabbit and Spangly Blue Notes up there, and that's not excatly my best work - though my "best work" is really up to date, as most of it is kinda... shite? Like Spangly Blue Notes was a bit of a reach. A lot of a reach. And... Before them at their feet. I still stand behind the story I wrote for the circle prompt, because it's based on a line that Dr. E actually said, dammit.
Uhm. What else?
Aunt Mary may be coming with us to see my sister's new apartment. Because, I quote:
Mom: Well, did she invite you?
Aunt Mary: No, but I gave her five thousand dollars.
Yeah, she owns me too and Mom, but we live in the Midwest far away from anyplace where she can get a train to. She can just take the T to South Station and then demand that someone pick her up from there. She just... AH! A few days ago the carbon monoxide alarms went off, and she went out of the house. Then she went inside and called the fire department. The fire department came and they didn't figure out where it was coming from, but they got an increaded readig when they went up the basement stairs. Aunt Mary was able to pass off her house as she was about to get the cabients redone - she isn't, it's just that there's too much stuff to put in them - and that she was about to donate stuff to the Salvation Army and their ilk, when she's a shopaholic and continualy just buys colthing and never wears it.
And it's only 9:18 and I'm close to passing out, though I have been so for the last hour, but I'm reading a Spencer novel. Spencer Novel > Sleep. Even though I woke up around 10ish. Aunt Mary really takes it out of you, even long distance. That half a chicken that I had for my only meal of the day today probably didn't help much either. And when I ean half a chicken, I mean a half chicken. Half a cup of mashed potato, a small slice of cheesecake and two chocolates was the only food I've consumed today. This, for some reason, does not sound particualry healthy.
MEME!
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 3 sentences on your blog along with these instructions.
5. Don't you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest.
6. Tag three people.
So, the orginal book I had next to me was a 2006 Atlas, so I'm going with the Spencer novel that was a litter further away but actually has sentences on page 123.
Robert B. Parker School Days
"He is the Man, you know? I mean, everybody is scared of him and like, sure Animal, anything you say Animal.
"King of the Rocks," I said.
Hm. Tags?
solidfoamsoulthe_crazy_ladyhydiuki_tyBecause I can. Yes.
Now, to figure out how the heck to get to some blogs that I have bookmarked on my computer. Argh.
