Anogete's Journal

Title: Turn My Wooden Heart (Chapter 4/13)
Author: Anogete
Characters/Pairings: Nine/Rose
Genre: Action/Adventure, Romance
Rating: Adult, NC-17
Beta: tardismate and amberfocus
Summary: The Doctor and Rose find themselves wrapped up in a war between two tribes of people. As they sort out the conspiracy surrounding this war, they begin to question their feelings for one another.
Disclaimer: I certainly don't own anyone or anything associated with Doctor Who, but I do enjoy playing with Nine and Rose. ::pets them::
A/N: This fic is thirteen chapters with a short epilogue, and it is nearly complete. I'm going to try to post at least two chapters a week. Also, big thank yous to Tardismate and Amberfocus. You gals have been so much help, and I appreciate all you do.

Previous Chapters: Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3

( chapter 4 )

I really am considering the tax professional course from H&R Block. Jason and I went back today and met with the woman who was fixing his taxes. She congratulated me on correctly preparing everything (capital gains, foreign taxes, etc) but the bit that Jason decided to leave off. She went through the return with us and explained everything--all of which made complete sense to me. When we left, she told me that she expected to see me at a class because I had a knack for it. Whether that is true or not remains to be seen, but I asked her about the classes. They're actually extremely cheap--less than a hundred dollars. She said that if I contacted her at the beginning of the summer, she could get me a discount since she referred me. It's a monster of a course, though. Loads of work and eleven weeks long, meeting twice a week for three hours at a time. However, if you score well, then they offer you a part-time position during the peak season. From what I've seen, the pay isn't fantastic for a beginner. I make significantly more than a first year tax preparer, but once you prove yourself, your pay is greatly increased. And it can be done part-time after my regular job.

At any rate, I'm going to think about it over the next month. If I want to make the time commitment, then I'm going to contact her. The money isn't an issue, but putting in sixty-nine hours of class time and countless hours of 'homework' is a big decision.

Title: Turn My Wooden Heart (Chapter 3/13)
Author: Anogete
Characters/Pairings: Nine/Rose
Genre: Action/Adventure, Romance
Rating: Adult, NC-17
Beta: tardismate and amberfocus
Summary: The Doctor and Rose find themselves wrapped up in a war between two tribes of people. As they sort out the conspiracy surrounding this war, they begin to question their feelings for one another.
Disclaimer: I certainly don't own anyone or anything associated with Doctor Who, but I do enjoy playing with Nine and Rose. ::pets them::
A/N: This fic is thirteen chapters with a short epilogue, and it is nearly complete. I'm going to try to post at least two chapters a week. Also, big thank yous to Tardismate and Amberfocus. You gals have been so much help, and I appreciate all you do.

Previous Chapters: Chapter 1 || Chapter 2

( chapter 3 )

Jason and I did his taxes. He thinks the government sucks. Mostly, this is because he sold some of his mutual funds and reinvested the money in gold--like gold coins that are stashed away in our apartment. Of course, this money shows as income on his tax return. Yikes. For the record, government? There is absolutely no incentive to invest and save. Might want to work on that if you want to solve the economic crisis. Just sayin'.

Also, either I'm terrible at cooking artichoke hearts or they taste way different after they've been frozen. Because the fresh ones I had in the fridge were absolutely tasteless after I sauteed them with some penne and homemade pesto.

I have this humongous crush on Lloyd. Guh. Let him introduce himself...



( also, he's the freestyle king )

Tax Day Coalition Protest

Schedule willing, I want to be at the Albuquerque location on Wednesday. Go out and protest our stupid government and all their harebrained ideas.

Title: Turn My Wooden Heart (Chapter 2/13)
Author: Anogete
Characters/Pairings: Nine/Rose
Genre: Action/Adventure, Romance
Rating: Adult, NC-17
Beta: tardismate and amberfocus
Summary: The Doctor and Rose find themselves wrapped up in a war between two tribes of people. As they sort out the conspiracy surrounding this war, they begin to question their feelings for one another.
Disclaimer: I certainly don't own anyone or anything associated with Doctor Who, but I do enjoy playing with Nine and Rose. ::pets them::
A/N: This fic is thirteen chapters with a short epilogue, and it is nearly complete. I'm going to try to post at least two chapters a week. Also, big thank yous to Tardismate and Amberfocus. You gals have been so much help, and I appreciate all you do.

Previous Chapters: Chapter 1

( chapter 2 )

It's a damn good thing the office is closed on Friday because I'm close to losing my mind. I have such resentment toward my co-workers, and I have no idea where it came from. Weekends are not long enough.

I found my copy of Bat Out of Hell tonight. I remember when I was in elementary school, they were giving away a copy of Bat Out of Hell II at the school's carnival. The parents threw a tantrum because they believed it to be a horrible, devilish, explicit piece of trash. Being twelve, I believed them. Fifteen years later and Jim Steinman (the songwriter for those two albums) is one of my favorites. He can be heard performing the male half of the spoken word bit at the beginning of this song:



That intro always gets me. I love it far too much. Jim, why are you such a genius? And why did the English version of Tanz der Vampire get so effed up? You deserve better. And I deserve to see the damn musical without traveling to Germany or Japan.

Dwight Yoakam will be performing at a casino just outside of Albuquerque at the end of the month. Payroll Girl and I flipped our fangirl lids over this and resolved to get tickets and go oogle him. The Jasons (her husband is named Jason also) do not have Dwight love, and we thought it best not to invite them. Alas, when we went online to the casino's website, the tickets were already sold out. Poo poo on that. The sexy will be so close, yet so far away.

Want to hear something awesome? The bit at the end about Catwoman is the best. Have I posted this before? I guess you can never have too much of a good thing.

( my name's batman, but you can call me bob. and when i see the boy wonder, i just say, 'yo rob.' i used to wear a big cape and do the leotard bit, but now I'm wearing all these fuck-all-you-motherfuckers hoodies 'cause i don't give a shit. )

We went to the annual Chihuahua Easter Parade yesterday. It's the yearly fundraiser for the Chihuahua rescue I adopted Ferguson from. No, I did not make my poor dog (who fancies himself a stud) wear a ridiculous Easter hat of any kind. He did have his blue sweater on, though. There were several vendors selling treats and/or passing out samples. There were dog trainers and scary pet cremation people there. And a fairly large silent auction of several fun things, including a very weird painting of Jesus with a pack of Chihuahuas* sitting around him. No, not kidding. Jason was so amused, he took a picture. Ferguson had great fun frolicking with the other Chihuahuas, but he looks so huge compared to the pure bred ones. They're all dainty and three pounds. Ferguson is a muscular eleven pounds. He was popular with the girls, though. Margaret (who fostered him for a year before I found him and adopted him) was there. She crawled around on the floor to say hello to Ferguson, but he ran away. It was just so odd because he loves women. I can only assume he remembers her and does not want to go back to the strict regime of her house where all the dogs sleep in crates at night and do not get chicken jerky or stinky bully sticks. Spoiled little brat.

Someone stop me from writing Watchmen fanfic. I really don't need to do this. Really. I'm just going to shoot myself in the foot.

*EDIT: holczar13 has informed me that the Chihuahua dude is Saint Francis of Assisi, not Jesus. Which made more sense once I Googled Saint Francis. Because we all know that I have shit knowledge of religion. Harry Potter spells? Know too many of them. Denizens of the Underdark? I could name a few. Lars von Trier movies in the order in which he filmed them? So easy. The difference between Jesus and Saint Francis? Clueless. Actually, I didn't know there was a Saint Francis. I just thought they named hospitals that. You church-goers are cringing right now. Sorry.

I normally don't post political such-and-such on this blog, though I follow politics more closely than most and have stronger opinions on it than most. However, I think this petition is very important and it crosses party lines.

Petition to Audit the Federal Reserve

The Federal Reserve controls our money supply by printing money, creating credit, and offering taxpayer-backed loans to whomever they feel would be helped by it. They are not accountable to anyone, and I think that's rather scary, especially in these current times. Actually, I don't think we should even have a Federal Reserve, but that's another matter. Right now, I'm definitely supporting an audit of the Fed so Congress and we as citizens have a clear picture of what is going on behind the curtain over there.

So, if you are so inclined, go sign the petition. It may, of course, get you on the (now defunct?) MIAC list of potential militia members since the petition originated with Ron Paul and Campaign for Liberty. Woo, fight the power!

I haven't talked about this much on here, but I love Rorschach from Watchmen. I've loved him since I read the comic, and I love the movie!Rorschach just as much because Jackie Earl Haley is the shit.

So...

( teh awesomeness (sexiness) vote )

You know you want to.

During the fledging portion of my relationship with Jason--the part where we weren't really sure if we were 'dating' or 'friends'--we tried to connect with music, something we both love. The problem was that our musical tastes were so different. One day, Jason sent me a song and told me it reminded him of me. I immediately took to it because it's gorgeous and ethereal without being flighty. I found the album it was on last night and remembered how much I love that song and how important it was for me back then because it was a tangible link between us, something we both found solace in. Here was this guy that listened to death metal/black metal/grindcore/hardcore, and he was giving me this beautiful little song that summed up the turmoil inside me.



meet me there, in the blue / where words are not and feeling remains / sincerity / trust me to throw myself into your door / i go in circles / running down / i dream to heal your wounds / but i bleed myself