Thursday, March 26, 2009

My Baby!

You can read my baby, my darling, my novel here! It's at HarperCollins's; it's a bit like American Idol for unpublished manuscripts.

Here's a quick summary:

The prophecies are being fulfilled; the Kingdom of Erne is about to enter a new heroic age. At least, that's what the temples think, until Kalli of Aeson and her baine, the dragon Kalong, come to the Academy. She thinks she's there to study. They think she's there to die tragically and unite the Avatars. Neither comes to pass. Instead, Kalli finds herself caught up in epic events and cursed with a peculiar immunity to divine intervention.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Sex Sells Bi Girls

It took me a while to catch on that I was attracted to girls, not because I didn't notice the feelings, but because I thought they were normal. I mean, pretty girls are everywhere, being used to sell pretty much everything. I spent a good portion of Final Fantasy X staring at Lulu's tits or trying to peek at her panties through that belt-skirt. So what? So did most of my friends, and everyone on the internet. Everybody likes girls. Girls are hot, no matter who you are. Right?

I finally did start to get a clue in college. The drumline used do go and play for the student section during 3rd quarter at games; the dance team would come and dance in front of us. (Not that dance specifically, but they did wear those outfits). We would do a couple of cadences, and then end with Shaka Zulu. It's a cadence we repeat three times, slow, medium and fast. By the time we were playing fast, they were racing through that dance, booty-shaking and bend-snapping all over the place. By the time we were playing fast, I was so horny I couldn't see straight.

Oh. Ooh.

This came to mind because I overheard a conversation about sex and power- ok, read on the internet, but I can't find the link. It was about some of the annoying ways women are treated in comics- specifically, that they're killed off at like twice the rate of their male counterparts, and that they wear no clothes and are often portrayed in flagrantly fanservice (rather than, say, plot or character) oriented ways.

I understand... but on the other hand, god, do I love those trashy sexy pictures. It's like when a boyfriend checks out another girl- I'm too busy checking her out myself to be offended. It does make me wonder, though. How much of my lady-lust is simply really good marketing? The images are so all-encompassing, it's hard for me to believe other women don't react.

In other news, I started the dig :) Sadly, I was unemployed long enough that I lost all my callouses. My poor palms are practically pink!

I'm dirty!

Friday, March 20, 2009

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

I GOT A JOB and Other Updates

I have a dig coming up in Kentucky. Yay fun!

I feel like I should be more excited than I am. Let's just say it's been made perfectly clear to me in the last few months that one dig does not financial security make. Also, my lappy died. Also, my brother is giving me a small loan so I can get a netbook. Yay brother! I love you :)

Also, another fun running story. My route has one of those signs that tells you how fast you're going when you drive past. I use this to keep score. Not of my speed- I'm running on the sidewalk, plus I am not a car, so it doesn't register me at all. No, I use it to keep score of how far under the speed limit local traffic travels while I am jogging. Usually people going the speed limit at all is a bit of a trick; today I got 'em down to 5 mph under. In a 25 mph zone.

A charter member of FWAPS - Frequently Wobbles Ass for Public Safety. I think it'll catch on, don't you?

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

What Jelly Bean Flavor is Your Optimism?

Running is a drug. They explained it to me on cnn, or in health class, or something. Run long enough and you get high. It's hard to feel bad when your body feels so good. I've been running or walking everyday. I haven't had a dig since late December. I've needed it.

A couple days ago, after a half hour run, I still felt like shit. My drug was failing me. I decided I needed to run faster, next time, but I was so let down that I decided to indulge in some hard core daydreaming. Wham! I got a million bucks. From a book deal, no less. After taxes. Go.

I would buy or build my tiny house. Pimp it out a little, with some kinda solar-panel-energy-bike electricity hook-up. Pay off my student loans. Buy a truck to haul my tiny house wherever I wanted, and a moped for little errands (because where I want is warm. Like Miami). Write.

If you know me, you might be confused; that's because this is already what I want. I'd just get it faster.

(I don't know if I would still do archaeology or not. It's pretty fun; fun enough that I am rather do it than some of the better paying, benefits-including jobs out there. That is... pretty pursuasive.)

It's a really good feeling, knowing that if you got a million bucks, you would do what you're already doing, just faster. That was not the feeling I had in law school. If I randomly had financial security, I would have dropped out in a hot minute. I realized that the longer I stayed, the less financial security I would have, so I dropped out anyway.

I'm not on the wrong track. I'm not. It's just that my track seems to be headed through a giant freaking poison-ivy patch. It's ok. It still leads where I want to go. I just need to run a little faster, that's all.

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