At this very moment, I'm working on a paying commission, and as such I have very little time to devote to fannish writing. Once I'm done, however, I've got this racked up to go:

For the House of Noah:

001.	Beginnings.	002.	Middles.	003.	Ends.	004.	Insides.	005.	Outsides.
006.	Hours.	007.	Days.	008.	Weeks.	009.	Months.	010.	Years.
011.	Red.	012.	Orange.	013.	Yellow.	014.	Green.	015.	Blue.
016.	Purple.	017.	Brown.	018.	Black.	019.	White.	020.	Colourless.
021.	Friends.	022.	Enemies.	023.	Lovers.	024.	Family.	025.	Strangers.
026.	Teammates.	027.	Parents.	028.	Children.	029.	Birth.	030.	Death.
031.	Sunrise.	032.	Sunset.	033.	Too Much.	034.	Not Enough.	035.	Sixth Sense.
036.	Smell.	037.	Sound.	038.	Touch.	039.	Taste.	040.	Sight.
041.	Shapes.	042.	Triangle.	043.	Square.	044.	Circle.	045.	Moon.
046.	Star.	047.	Heart.	048.	Diamond.	049.	Club.	050.	Spade.
051.	Water.	052.	Fire.	053.	Earth.	054.	Air.	055.	Spirit.
056.	Breakfast.	057.	Lunch.	058.	Dinner.	059.	Food.	060.	Drink.
061.	Winter.	062.	Spring.	063.	Summer.	064.	Fall.	065.	Passing.
066.	Rain.	067.	Snow.	068.	Lightening.	069.	Thunder.	070.	Storm.
071.	Broken.	072.	Fixed.	073.	Light.	074.	Dark.	075.	Shade.
076.	Who?	077.	What?	078.	Where?	079.	When?	080.	Why?
081.	How?	082.	If.	083.	And.	084.	He.	085.	She.
086.	Choices.	087.	Life.	088.	School.	089.	Work.	090.	Home.
091.	Birthday.	092.	Christmas.	093.	Thanksgiving.	094.	Independence.	095.	New Year.
096.	Writer‘s Choice.	097.	Writer‘s Choice.	098.	Writer‘s Choice.	099.	Writer‘s Choice.	100.	Writer‘s Choice.

For Tyki Mick:

001.	Accomplished	002.	Aggravated	003.	Agressive	004.	Agonized	005.	Amused
006.	Angry	007.	Annoyed	008.	Anxious	009.	Apathetic	010.	Apologetic
011.	Artistic	012.	Arrogant	013.	Awake	014.	Bashful	015.	Bitchy
016.	Blah	017.	Blank	018.	Blissful	019.	Bored	020.	Bouncy
021.	Busy	022.	Calm	023.	Cautious	024.	Cheerful	025.	Cold
026.	Complacent	027.	Concentrating	028.	Confident	029.	Confused	030.	Contemplative
031.	Content	032.	Cranky	033.	Crazy	034.	Creative	035.	Crushed
036.	Cynical	037.	Demure	038.	Depressed	039.	Determined	040.	Dirty
041.	Ditzy	042.	Drunk	043.	Ecstatic	044.	Embarrased	045.	Energetic
046.	Enraged	047.	Enthralled	048.	Envious	049.	Excited	050.	Exasperated
051.	Exhausted	052.	Giddy	053.	Giggly	054.	Gloomy	055.	Grateful
056.	Guilty	057.	Hopeful	058.	Hot	059.	Hurt	060.	Idiotic
061.	Impressed	062.	Indifferent	063.	Innocent	064.	Intimidated	065.	Interested
066.	Jealous	067.	Lonely	068.	Loved	069.	Lovestruck	070.	Meditative
071.	Melancholy	072.	Mellow	073.	Mischevious	074.	Naughty	075.	Nauseated
076.	Nervous	077.	Obstinate	078.	Optimistic	079.	Pained	080.	Paranoid
081.	Predatory	082.	Quixotic	083.	Recumbent	084.	Restless	085.	Sheepish
086.	Shocked	087.	Sick	088.	Stressed	089.	Surprised	090.	Sympathetic
091.	Thoughtful	092.	Tired	093.	Touched	094.	Uncomfortable	095.	Worried
096.	Choice	097.	Choice	098.	Choice	099.	Choice	100.	Choice

And, of course, Survivors will continue.

This fandom has devoured my SOUL.

( Is it just me or was Cross taking waaaaaaaaaaay too much pleasure in hurting Tyki? )

I think I detect more than the faint traces of cruel satisfaction, yes I do.

( Maybe it's got something to do with Maria? )

I might have to reassess my feelings that Cross wouldn't cart around the reanimated by sorcery corpse of his wife lover babymomma anybody he was sexually emotionally involved with because, goddamn, if that ain't some deep, personal hatred of Tyki Mick going on, I'm blind. Also: I find it interesting that His Rotundity (in this case the Millennium Earl, not Etrius) didn't lift a finger for Skin, couldn't be bothered to save the twins, even apparently considered Rhode Kamelot the Controller of the freaking Ark completely expendable, but will come out of hiding to rescue Tyki from Cross. Methinks there's something about Tyki's importance to the Earl that hasn't been revealed yet, possibly even to him -- though Rhode arguably knew what it was -- and there will be plot revelations in that direction in later chapters.

Also: for the record, I don't think anyone caught in the download in prior or current chapters is actually dead. I think Katsura is setting up a big ol' angstburger chomping storyline for Kanda and Ravi, too.

Home Related:

Still do not have my own computer set up. Miss my vast collection of inspirational research links and D. Gray-man porn. Seriously, I'm dyin' here.

Also: superultrahighspeedcableinternetconnection remains wonky as Hell. Net connection does not like to remain up when: a) when it's even the slightest bit breezy, b) when it's even the slightest bit damp/rainy, c) apparently at random intervals when the weather is sunny and perfect, just out of pure cussedness. This must change, and quickly, for if I have to spend an entire winter living on the Left Asscheek of Nowhere without a stable internet connection, I will be completely responsible for several axe-murders and an interstate chase involving two small children. I know this for a fact.

Work Related:

I am unutterably weary of petty office bullshit. Look, I have tried my hardest to minimize any disruption of daily routine related to my pregnancy by scheduling all my prenatal care appointments AFTER work hours or LATE IN THE DAY after the majority of all work is done. I have achieved maintenance levels on my allergy shots and now to take a long lunch break ONCE A MONTH in order to get the shot. My every single doctor's appointment is nonetheless the source of fucktarded melodrama from somebody. I cannot talk to anybody here except the service manager, because he's the only person who doesn't trigger my URGE TO KILL right now.

Somebody threw away the coffee cup I left drying on a paper towel next to the kitchen sink. AGAIN. This is the fourth fucking coffee cup someone has tossed in the LAST TWO YEARS. Somehow this doesn't happen to anyone else's coffee cup, despite the fact that many, many people leave their dishes in the sink for days at a stretch. But my clean and drying coffee cup? Trashed. I am going to fucking bill for the replacement and I ain't getting it from a dollar store this time.

On the other hand:

( The Tyki who lives in my head WANTS Marian Cross to kick his ass so they can get to the vaguely incestuous healing power of hatesex IMMEDIATELY thereafter )

Also: certain revelations in Chapter 128 have caused Allen Walker, who was previously a kinda mousy presence in my head, to take on much more concrete "voice." And made me immediately want to cuddle and pet him and feed him sugar cookies until he stopped twitching from the reunion trauma.

Mom's dog, Marcus, passed away this morning after a longish decline in health. He was a big ol' half-Belgian Shepherd, half-Lab, black all over with a little gray beard and that curly shepherd tail and the gentlest disposition. Mom got him shortly after Tony and I started dating: he was about thirteen years old.

Shorter Ubisoft: "We know what chick gamers want! AND WE ASSURE YOU, IT'S VIRTUAL BABIES!"

http://www.ubi.com/US/News/Info.aspx?nId=4662

Yeah, Ubi, because the gods know that, in our fantasy escapes, women want to do exactly the same things we do in real life (cook, raise children) and otherwise the only things we're interested in are puppies, horsies, and designing fugly shoes. Fuck you, very much.

More commentary here:

http://kotaku.com/gaming/instruct-them/ubisoft-puts-women-in-their-place-287100.php

http://feministe.powweb.com/blog/archives/2007/08/08/imagine-a-lynchmob-of-female-gamers/

::shakes a fist at LJ:: Goddamnit, look what your fucktarded dramatics made me MISS!

http://community.livejournal.com/lj_biz/242136.html

And for a change, I think the clarification actually constitutes making things clearer.

Shorter GamePolitics: "Homeland Security: protecting America from the scourge of mod-chip enabled PlayStations."

http://gamepolitics.com/2007/08/13/media-backlash-hits-homeland-security-mod-chip-raids/

It is to weep.

http://www.isaccorp.org/ -- International Survivors Action Committee, exposing abuse, civil rights violations, and fraud in perpetuated by privately-owned "juvenile care" facilities.

http://moshpitmom.wordpress.com/2007/08/11/nearly-loved-to-death/

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20070812/ap_on_re_us/girl_dragged

Note to self: follow-up research on sites referred to on ISACCORP.

The Beetle is most definitely winkied. We know this because, like this brother before him, it was the very first body-part he displayed to the ultrasound technician and the one he appeared proudest of throughout the entire process. As a consequence, we have TWO pictures of it, labeled BOY PARTS. I would like to say, here and now, that I formally disbelieve anyone who suggests that human fetii are inherently modest and don't like showing off their genitalia. Or, perhaps, it's just Sarro-Kalis hybrid fetii that are exhibitionists in waiting.

Unlike Callan, the Beetle appears to be of perfectly average size and weight. Callan at 20 weeks gestational age was a moose with the shoulders of a linebacker. His ultrasound technician actually expressed sympathy to me about the possibility of having to pass said shoulders. I dodged this by having an emergency c-section. He was, however, almost nine pounds at birth. The Beetle is shaping up, at the point, to be a six or seven pounder, which means he might actually wear 0-3 month clothing for longer than thirty seconds.

The Beetle's body parts all look quite perfectly formed, particularly his hands and feet. We got good looks at and pictures of them. This includes a picture of him sucking his thumb, a picture of him flashing us a thumbs-up sign, and a picture of him -- and I swear to the GODS this is true -- flashing an L-for-loooooooser with his thumb and forefinger. I KID YOU NOT.

Stoner Fetus? May have just become Skater Fetus. Because he's moving around waaaaaaaaaay more than I thought.

The Beetle has a winkie. You know what this means, don't you?

RAVI DAVID SARRO!!!!!!!!

::cough::

Actually, we are accepting solicitations. Must go with:

[insert first name here] David Sarro

Not be too weird, and not rhyme with 'Callan.'

...I shall be going to my 20-week ultrasound. When and if we find out what bits the sprog possesses, I shall post that information here.

Edited to add:

For the record, whoever decided that the optimum amount of ounces of liquid a woman needs to drink before an ultrasound is 96 was probably a man.

Also: Callan has been extremely! emphatic! in his ardent desire for a "leetle seesturh," so let's all hope he isn't disappointed.

http://community.livejournal.com/abandonedplaces/

http://community.livejournal.com/deathly_decayed/

http://community.livejournal.com/rural_ruin/

http://community.livejournal.com/urban_decay/

I will give the Great LJ Exodus of Ought-Seven this much: it has exposed me to a metric fuckton of interesting stuff I'd never have thought to seek out on my own.

Shorter me: "No, seriously, I don't!"

http://www.nytimes.com/2007/08/09/fashion/09STEAK.html

http://aristaea.livejournal.com/186947.html

Note that, according to this, LJ has no issue hosting sexually explicit material so long as it doesn't contain any minors, real or imaginary. (I will rant at another time about the fucktardity of getting your panties in a wad about imaginary teenagers having imaginary sex, and the unlikelihood of the NCMEC giving a flying fuck about it when they're, like, actively involved in preventing the abuse of, y'know, ACTUAL CHILDREN.) Note, however, the intensely evasive behavior of the rep, who keeps linking back to the non-answers of the recent lj_biz post as though all the secrets of the universe are hidden within it, when they patently are not. Also note the assertion that they are no longer using an 'artistic merit' standard to judge reported art, despite the fact that at least one of the banned users, ponderosa121 was explicitly told in her bannination letter that her art was found to contain no "child pornography" (i.e., no real OR imaginary minors) but she was still being ToSed on the grounds that her work 'lacked artistic merit.' In other words, she should be reinstated immediately since she did not, in fact, violate the ToS and a company rep has admitted it. elaboration was ToSed on the grounds that a picture of the Weasley twins (not minors in the novels as of Order of the Pheonix, not minors in real life, either) wanking each other constituted "child porn." Also note the continuous conflation of "obscenity" and "child porn" -- the employee even acknowledges that the two are not the same, even as he continues to use the terms interchangeably. Frankly, I think both artists stand an excellent chance of successfully challenging their bans on the grounds that LJ themselves have given them, should they choose to do so -- and provided their more...vocally retarded?...supporters can STFU long enough to let any challenge process work.

Note: I am not satisfied in any way by LJ/6A's half-assed efforts at addressing customer support issues and their continuing-to-mutate stance on what constitutes content that will get you randomly ToSed, but I am making no plans to completely migrate off LJ, either. I will back up my journals as best I may at the three sites I've already mentioned, crosspost and link once I'm ready to do so, and I'm looking forward to what Scribblit might turn out to be. But for right now, I'm not leaving.

Okay, I know y'all are upset. I'm pretty upset, too. But there are, in fact, time-honored ways of conducting a protest action. They're time-honored because they're usually successful. Writing physical letters, because a physical letter requires more of an investment in thought and effort than writing an email or a journal post. Contacting the Better Business Bureau if you wish their aid in mediating a customer-service related complaint. Contacting your credit card to halt or refund payments. Contacting a service provider to refund payments. Even posting in a sensible and level-headed manner that doesn't resort to name-calling or harassment.

Cat macros and gay macros and spam? Basically succeeds in making you and everyone even tangentially associated with you look like retarded rhesus monkeys with Tourette's and internet access. Kindly desist. And if you can't desist take it to fucking 4Chan because you're making me -- ME! WHO WAVES HER FANDOM FREAK FLAG HIGH AT EVERY OPPORTUNITY! -- embarrassed to admit I know some of you.

No love, no kisses,

Me.

P.S. I am, in fact, using 'retarded' in the technical definition of 'obviously stunted in some profound way' AND the pejorative definition of 'too stupid to be allowed to live.'

The Top Ten Worst Science Fiction Shows EVAR! (With Video)

http://forevergeek.com/sci-fi/top_10_worst_sci-fi_shows_ever_wvideos.php?fromrss=1

Shorter Me: "You know how whenever a rape case becomes wildly publicized all over the place, you will invariably encounter some rape-apologist troll uttering some variation on the words, 'Bitch was asking for it by [insert bullshit reasoning here]'? Apparently this is also true when the victim is male. Particularly if the victim has been sexually assaulted by the recently selected chairman of the Young Republican National Federation."

http://www.takingdownwords.com/taking_down_words/2007/08/breaking-news-g.html

Further commentary here:

http://pandagon.blogsome.com/2007/08/08/

Also, an open letter.

Dear Republican Party,

For the love of the gods, guys. This whole thing has gone way, way too far. Look, everyone who hasn't been living in a remote cave in Borneo since the Nixon Administration knows that the Party's as willfully, gleefully corrupt as a Bowery whore. (So are the Democrats. Don't think I'm partisan with this advice here.) This whole 'party of mom and pop and morality' thing? Ain't playing with anyone who's been paying attention, including the 20% of the voting polity who think God's a Republican. At this point, you're just doing yourselves massive psychological harm by denying any natural impulses to smoke pole you might possess. Or to have your poles smoked, for that matter. Yes, I said natural impulses. Get some fucking orientation counseling, get into a support group, GET LAID, pass some gay marriage legislation, and in twenty years you, too, can have perfectly vanilla sex scandals involving boning your interns while in the bounds of legally recognized marriage that the Democrats enjoy. Not, y'know, rape and soliciting prostitution stuff. SAY YOU'LL THINK ABOUT IT, IT'S A WIN-WIN FOR EVERYBODY.

Love and Kisses, in a completely platonic way,

Me.

It's up here: http://bubble-blunder.livejournal.com/82091.html?view=1017003#t1017003

Review and sign if you will.

Also, via wendolen:

http://community.livejournal.com/dark_christian/917569.html

I suggest you have a bucket handy.

Edited to add:

Slashdot brings the funny in a nastily true and admirably concise way:

http://slashdot.org/~herejackback/journal/178719

1. Could not get LJArchive to function. At all. Will attempt again tomorrow when I am less likely to defenestrate the computer out of sheer frustration.

2. Could not get LJSec to synch properly with GreatestJournal -- it kept giving me backdate entry errors. Will try again tomorrow when I am less likely to defenestrate the computer out of sheer frustration.

3. LJSec synch to InsaneJournal: smooth as silk. Half of journal now successfully mirrored at that site; will complete tomorrow.

Thanks for the well-wishes everybody.

Anthony and I went to the hospital this afternoon and found Granny in pretty good spirits and not at all at death's door, like I half-feared, since she's in her upper nineties and kinda on the frail side. From the way the doctors had her on intravenous liquids and were pushing her to drink everything she wanted, as much as she wanted, I'm guessing that she might have fallen victim to the classic elderly-person-in-the-summer problem of not feeling hot but nonetheless getting extremely dehydrated in the currently-stifling heat and humidity. (IIRC, the heat index here in PA today was something like 113, with temperatures in the high 90s with high humidity stacked on top. I don't know because I refused to venture outside until forced by circumstances.) She was actually looking quite well, she put on some weight since the last time I saw her, and she's being sent to a managed care facility tomorrow for at least two weeks to continue recuperating in an environment with round the clock nursing care should she require it. We consider this a pretty good thing and a good indicator that the doctors believe she'll recover fully with proper attention.