GeorgeGlass

If life could just take a break from randomly skull-fucking me for once—or at least schedule a time and ask consent—yeah, that’d be great.  (In which Ghost is a cis-woman who gets sick like a man and requires medical intervention on the regular and inevitably ends up with horrible cramps AND yet another random household crisis, all at the same time.) I’ll live. I feel like roadkill, but I’ll live. 

Time for a shameless brag: I have just reached 100 favorites in the archive. As far as I know, I’m the first author on AFF to do that.

I know it is a first world problem, my life is not in danger and no one is trying to kidnap me off the street, but dealing with FAFSA under this regime is beyond frustrating!  Are we great yet?

The other day, I noticed a draft coming through gaps in a few of our windows (it’s an older house, but not old enough to have been built well) which led me to this long list of actions:
Find appropriate sealant. Fix one window (it looks like a toddler finger painted with dad’s tools but whatever) and move onto the next. Prep window frame. Realize the windowsill was probably last cleaned in the 90s and is full of grease, lint, dust, and animal hair. (Hurk) Decide you don’t want to seal that junk into permanence with something that dries clear. Grab cleaner and scrub the gap clean with a bristle brush (cleaner sprays brown crap everywhere, barf) and knock loose some paint that may have been white back in the 80s. Realize the cleaner will need to be rinsed out and the paint touched up before sealing the gap.
Give up. Sit on the couch and question your life choices while staring at the tube of sealant and convince yourself that cussing at inanimate objects is immature and you’re better than that. (I’m really not.)
Realize that the entire time, you were standing in the window with the blinds open and the lights on at night wearing a man’s shirt and no bra with People-of-Walmart hair, and your next door neighbor is out on their porch watering their plants…at night.
Homeownership would definitely keep my millennial ego in check if it ever got big enough to worry about.

Earlier tonight, I fed one of my non-fanfiction short stories through Pro Writing Aid’s “chapter critique” to see how it measures up against my fanfiction. I never thought I’d see the day when AI would smut-shame me.
Yep. Seriously. “…some might find the level of detail in the sex scenes excessive.” What if I don’t wanna associate with that sort of person, huh? Fade to black is for wishy-washy people and FFN, not my filthy shapeshifter plowfest. Stay in your lane or bend over.

I’m juggling a lot of stuff in my life right now, from watching shows people want me to watch (Frieren most recently) to trying to overcome fears about my appearance to sign up for a dating site, but I hope there are still some people around here.  I feel bad that I don’t post things as often as I did when I showed up here...six and half years ago now.
I may not be one of the OGs, but I’ve been here a while, haven’t I? 😄
The good news is that I actually have a new story in the works!  I’ve finished the first chapter, and will keep working on it.  I don’t really want to start posting it until I’m done, but it’s a sci-fi/adventure fanfic and I had a lot of fun with that first chapter.
In broader terms, I hope people here are doing as well as they can.  I know I don’t show up as often as I’d like, but I think about you guys a lot! 🙂

May the fourth be with you all!

Thank you for your review of my story, “First Date.”  I did work for a while on the dialog between Zuko and Jin about going all the way getting it to sound plausible – clearly in the series she was hoping for more than she got.  “But Mai would kill him,” becomes a recurrent phrase when talking about Zuko boinking anybody but his goth-girlfriend.

Kids these days will never experience many of the rites of passage my generation valued more than gold. For instance: saving up your allowance for three weeks during the summer so you can buy one of those giant plastic Pixie Stix at the public pool’s canteen and downing the whole thing in one go to use it as a snorkel and spending the rest of the month with a burning feeling in the back of your throat that tastes like cherries, chlorine, and stale pee. 
…those lucky saps.

I have been down with this nasty flu bug since Monday.  Finally able to move around again.  Ugh.

No prostate cancer for me! So that’s pretty good news to get just before Christmas.

Did anyone else want to do Winter 2024? If not I’ll post it ere when I get back from my shift lol.

Got to be honest, sitting down is pretty rough when you’ve had a prostate biopsy.  Even sitting on a pillow doesn’t help much!

USA, I am so sorry.

Just now, I saw something absolutely smoking hot on the internet. I mean, she was a seriously sexy beast—the kind of beauty I see in my dreams and drool over in centerfolds, regardless of whether I’m in public. If I encountered her on the street, I would absolutely embarrass myself, stare like a loon, and profess my undying adoration to her. 
 
A wolf-whistle, three muttered “damns,” and a couple of impressed tongue-clicks later, my husband gave in. Cold sighed, rolled his eyes, and grumbled, “just show me the car.”
He knows me so well. 😆 It was, in fact, a classic muscle car—a ‘67 Oldsmobile Tornado. In my defense the lines on this bad girl are what wet dreams are made of, and I pity Cold for his lack of taste. It’s a sad way to live.

So, as I’m sure many have noticed, I’ve been busy trying to work myself to death for the past five years or so.  So, in that time, I’ve worked ridiculous hours with very little time off, and often multiple shifts in a day.  As a result, I was more than a little unproductive here.
I retired the end of March, and spent the first fourish months doing nothing but sleep.  Have one final test from my doctor on November 22nd, so should be done with all that shit for a bit as well by then.
In the meantime, I am now checking all the email addresses I always did before, as I now have the time.  Am easing back into the archive repair, minor hunting, and other things I did as well.
Sorry for the absence, but, glad to be back

Life has been crazy lately, between my car being totaled, granny having a brain bleed ER managed to staunch to having a minor stroke directly in in the ER. Alot is happening all at once. 😅

Dame Maggie Smith dead at 89 according to published reports.

My phone doesn't always err on the side of salaciousness. Today, when I dictated the words “her deep cleavage,” it heard “her deep Cleveland.” Although admittedly, if America had cleavage, that's probably where it would be. 

So I’ve been away for months now, and it was for what might honestly have been a stupid reason.  Last Christmas, I’d wanted to submit a story called Meaningful Gifts, and I didn’t finish it on time.  I took two weeks off in January, and actually managed to make a lot of progress on it, but I still didn’t finish.  If I’d taken three weeks I probably would have finished it, but that didn’t happen.
I was so deeply ashamed of not having anything to contribute that I felt like I couldn’t show my face around here, so I just disappeared.
Recently, I’ve realized that maybe not successfully submitting a story, even if it’s a story people are waiting on, isn’t as bad as I thought, so if it’s ok, I think I’ll be coming by here more often.  I’ll finish Meaningful Gifts eventually, but hopefully the fact that I didn’t manage it last year isn’t as bad as I feared.
In the meantime, I’ll work on reviews for a few other people’s stories and just try to be more active here in general.

My phone doesn't always err on the side of salaciousness. Today, when I dictated the words “her deep cleavage,” it heard “her deep Cleveland.” Although admittedly, if America had cleavage, that's probably where it would be. 

My phone doesn't always err on the side of salaciousness. Today, when I dictated the words “her deep cleavage,” it heard “her deep Cleveland.” Although admittedly, if America had cleavage, that's probably where it would be. 

I was texting “Take your time" to a female coworker yesterday, and autocomplete tried to make it “Take your top off."
This is why I don’t embrace AI.

I was texting “Take your time" to a female coworker yesterday, and autocomplete tried to make it “Take your top off."
This is why I don’t embrace AI.

I was texting “Take your time" to a female coworker yesterday, and autocomplete tried to make it “Take your top off."
This is why I don’t embrace AI.