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helenkacan Aug. 13th, 2008 11:59 pm)
helenkacan Aug. 13th, 2008 11:59 pm)Okay, first things first.
Today is honourary Thursday, even though it's Wednesday, because Brian came over for dinner. And he even supplied it, which I'm most grateful for as I was not in the mood for making a salad. And the chicken I'd baked I put into the fridge. We had Swish chickie and fries. And pop. Of course, with my eating being off, I saved half my chicken for tomorrow. Oh, he brought me two cute gifties from his vacation (that sorta, kinda fizzled).
Earlier today I set up a new e-mail addy for professional purposes only (you know, like w-o-r-k). I don't want anybody connecting my real name to my e-mail addy (like looking up helenkacan on the web) and finding out everything about my personal life ... not to mention the naughty stories I write. Am I being paranoid? No, I don't think so, merely careful. I've heard too many times of prospective employers really getting nosy. And I've always made sure there's a moat between my public and private persona. Just the way I do things.
But, first, I decided to yahoo and google my e-mail and real names. There's only one hit on both yahoo and google for my real (first&last) name and this is the first time I'd come across it. It shows my name on a list of volunteers at a special breast cancer fundraising project. So, hey, that's cool, because it shows my altruism and involvedness. And my last name shows up once on the list a few pages down in oodles of hits (oy) from having been on a pride float. And that's okay, too, because of the group I'd been associated with.
Then, out of curiosity's sake (hey, I am curious), I checked out the helenkacan and got some very strange results (um, Gounod's music, anybody?). I also found out that somebody had put one of my fics (well, there may be more) on delicious (yes, I'm leaving the dots out), and that made me go Woo-hoo. Yes, I'm so easily pleased these days. So, that was the good.
On the bad, the last couple of days, I've been irritated and sad and crying in the middle of the night (so not a good thing). Which is why I decided to write, to release the rage. And ... huh, rage is in the title. I don't think I'll finish it today, but maybe tomorrow.
Aaaaaand, while Brian and I were sitting outside on the picnic table, the building managers came out to tell me that there was a leak in my unit. What, again? At least they found it sooner rather than later. It was a hot water pipe from upstairs. Unfortunately, this time, there was a solid line along the length of the living room. So, they mopped the ceiling twice and said they'll stop in again tomorrow. Please, universe, why is the Titanic following me from my previous abode?
Anyway, that's about all, except now I have to OBEY what my baby brother wants me to do by next week, to haul myself out of my problem - to the best of my ability. Yes, there's a list of things. I've done one of them. See me get grumpy ... more grumpy. Hey, Brian, I may write another story with you in it (nya-ha-ha). ::twirls invisible evil mustache of doom!::
Now that I've caught up with y'all, I think it's time to watch some TV. Taped stuff from yesterday. And, then, sleepies.
Reaching out hugs to all,
H.
Today is honourary Thursday, even though it's Wednesday, because Brian came over for dinner. And he even supplied it, which I'm most grateful for as I was not in the mood for making a salad. And the chicken I'd baked I put into the fridge. We had Swish chickie and fries. And pop. Of course, with my eating being off, I saved half my chicken for tomorrow. Oh, he brought me two cute gifties from his vacation (that sorta, kinda fizzled).
Earlier today I set up a new e-mail addy for professional purposes only (you know, like w-o-r-k). I don't want anybody connecting my real name to my e-mail addy (like looking up helenkacan on the web) and finding out everything about my personal life ... not to mention the naughty stories I write. Am I being paranoid? No, I don't think so, merely careful. I've heard too many times of prospective employers really getting nosy. And I've always made sure there's a moat between my public and private persona. Just the way I do things.
But, first, I decided to yahoo and google my e-mail and real names. There's only one hit on both yahoo and google for my real (first&last) name and this is the first time I'd come across it. It shows my name on a list of volunteers at a special breast cancer fundraising project. So, hey, that's cool, because it shows my altruism and involvedness. And my last name shows up once on the list a few pages down in oodles of hits (oy) from having been on a pride float. And that's okay, too, because of the group I'd been associated with.
Then, out of curiosity's sake (hey, I am curious), I checked out the helenkacan and got some very strange results (um, Gounod's music, anybody?). I also found out that somebody had put one of my fics (well, there may be more) on delicious (yes, I'm leaving the dots out), and that made me go Woo-hoo. Yes, I'm so easily pleased these days. So, that was the good.
On the bad, the last couple of days, I've been irritated and sad and crying in the middle of the night (so not a good thing). Which is why I decided to write, to release the rage. And ... huh, rage is in the title. I don't think I'll finish it today, but maybe tomorrow.
Aaaaaand, while Brian and I were sitting outside on the picnic table, the building managers came out to tell me that there was a leak in my unit. What, again? At least they found it sooner rather than later. It was a hot water pipe from upstairs. Unfortunately, this time, there was a solid line along the length of the living room. So, they mopped the ceiling twice and said they'll stop in again tomorrow. Please, universe, why is the Titanic following me from my previous abode?
Anyway, that's about all, except now I have to OBEY what my baby brother wants me to do by next week, to haul myself out of my problem - to the best of my ability. Yes, there's a list of things. I've done one of them. See me get grumpy ... more grumpy. Hey, Brian, I may write another story with you in it (nya-ha-ha). ::twirls invisible evil mustache of doom!::
Now that I've caught up with y'all, I think it's time to watch some TV. Taped stuff from yesterday. And, then, sleepies.
Reaching out hugs to all,
H.
