Anogete's Journal

Wow, I haven't updated in quite a long time. Nothing exceptional has happened, but I have been disenchanted with the internet lately. I've been spending my time reading or knitting instead of surfing the 'net. I get more of a sense of accomplishment by reading novels than I do hanging out on multiple message board and saying the same things over and over again.

I think most of you know that I run a website about a series of novels by Laurell K. Hamilton. Due to my lack of interest in the internet, I've been thinking about handing off the website to someone who wants to devote more time to cultivating the site. I feel bad for everyone who visits the site daily because I'm so bad about updating the news and things of that sort. I'll go over a week without doing a damn thing to the site. With the message board and all the other gadgets attached to the site, it requires more of my time than just the fiction archive that updates itself when authors upload stories. Beyond that, I've been falling out of love with the series for the last two years or so. It makes it difficult for me to get up the energy to update or add anything at all to the site. I haven't made a decision on whether I should hand it off to someone else or not. I'm still very much on the fence about it all. If anyone involved with the site would like to voice their opinion, please feel free. I'd love to hear feedback from any of you who have an opinion. You're welcome to be frank and open about what you think. Whatever you say isn't going to hurt my feelings since I'm already feeling somewhat removed from the situation already.

Other than that, I'm quite well. Christmas was... well, Christmas. I've never enjoyed family gatherings all that much. Especially when they involve Jason's family. They're all psychic vampires. You know, the White Court in the Dresden Files without the supernatural sexiness. They all create mondo-drama and drink wine like fish. Christmas Eve was, in my opinion, an unmitigated disaster, partially because I was saddled with the task of collecting Jason's grandparents for the party. By the time we had been in party-mode for four hours, I felt like my brain was leaking out my ears. Jason and I weathered the storm on the sofa with the three dogs. Dogs know. They go to the sane people. Not the drunk crazies telling stories about the casino, again. I ate chocolate-covered pretzels because there was nothing else to eat. They had tamales and posole. For those not in the know, tamales are filled with beef. Posole has pigs' feet in it. Yeah. Eww. Jason and I finally got home a little after eleven o'clock. I promptly feel asleep in the floor within fifteen minutes of closing the door. I woke up at one o'clock and went to bed. I'd rather not repeat that evening.

The highlight of Christmas was Jason's grandmother giving Markel (Jason's 6-month-old niece) a stuffed bear that plays "Dreidel, Dreidel." It came complete with with a stuff dreidel with Hebrew lettering. She thought it was a Christmas bear. Jason, being the agitator he is, announced that "Jews killed Jesus" with a smirk on his face. Jason's grandmother made a grab for the bear to throw it away. Good Catholics don't buy Hanukkah bears, apparently. After a bit of debate, Jason talked them into keeping the damn bear. It was cute anyway.

I'm almost finished with the Harry Dresden novels. They definitely have gotten better with each novel. The amount of Harry/Karrin love I have is monumental. Why can't I found fanfic with those two? I feel obligated to write something.

Work is hectic and crazy since my pre-promotion. My official promotion will take place in two weeks, but until then I'm attempting to do my job as well as train for the Account Payable Manger job. It leaves me little time to goof off in the office which is rather unfortunate.

Most of my online time as been spent working on the PDS Archive. Okay, fine...that and reading Snape/Hermione fiction. All work and all play, you know.

I like the new album by The Faint better than Danse Macabre. Plus, the title is Wet From Birth. Like you could think of a better title than that. I dare you. The bastard child of Depeche Mode, I think.

The new Skyscraper Magazine is out. I swear, they should pay me for advertising for them. It's a lovely music magazine about yummy bands (mostly of the indie variety).

And while I'm advertising - the new Coheed and Cambria album (Good Apollo, I'm Burning Star IV, Volume One: From Fear Through the Eyes of Madness - a little longer if you please) will be out in a little over three weeks. This excites me greatly. The album cover art is also out. It makes me wet.

:-/ I can't get PDS to work. The webspace provider's site is down as well. Looks like the databases are in a tizzy.

Put on some Wilson Pickett this evening which led to The Temptations. David Ruffin says, "Listen, life without love is so lonely. I don't think that I, I want you to know that I don't think that I'm gonna make it. All of my life, all my love belongs to you, girl. Come on home, girl. Come on and take it." I swoon! The music cuts out and he just fucking *croons* that line. Yesssssss... (Oh, the song is "Who's Lovin' You".)

*Another* wedding attendance is looming in my future. The only good thing to come of it is that I'm skipping out of work tomorrow at noon for a few hours of freedom before the wedding tomorrow afternoon.

Oh, and some fucking sexual tension that makes my heart skip a beat... (yes, I'm slightly off)

Snape nodded, and tapped the end grip of his scythe against the ground twice in rapid succession. As if obliging an order, the scythe pulled into itself until it had shrunk back to a six-feet height. "Nice trick," Hermione remarked as Snape once again handed the scythe to her. Snape pulled on his frock coat and robes, but did not bother to fasten the rows of buttons on his coat. "A simple set of spells placed on the wood during production," he explained breezily as he reclaimed it. "But, yes. It is a nice piece of craftsmanship." "You didn't happen to make it yourself, did you?" Hermione asked, mischief brightening her voice. "Because I don't think I've ever heard you speak so highly or sound so pleased with anyone's work other than your own." "No, I did not make it," he grumbled, his arm loosely around her back as he led her through the maze of trees. The little fire-fly lights which had not faded floated along with them, spinning through the air like their insect namesakes. "And if I've never spoken well of someone's work, it was merely because it deserved no such praise." "Of course, that's the only reason," Hermione challenged playfully. "It has nothing to do with you being stubborn, condescending, spiteful and -- dare I say it? -- pretentious." "I'm far from pretentious, Miss Granger," he rebuked smoothly. "I simply realize how capable I am and how incapable everyone else is." "Of course," Hermione rolled her eyes. "It seems that I forgot delusional in that list." Snape could not help but smirk. "I'll not argue the point with you." "So, you admit you're delusional." "No. I only mean to leave you to your own delusion." "Hmph," Hermione replied indignantly as Snape chuckled at her obvious disapproval. From Heart Over Mind by Regann (I bow, I praise, I worship)

I'm dreading the start of the work week tomorrow. The only consolation is that it will only be four days long and that the trip to Las Vegas is only a couple weekends away. I think I'm more interested in the lovely drive to Las Vegas and the comfy hotel room than the actual excitement and gambling. Because I'm not very exciting and I don't gamble.

The drabble (100 word piece of fanfic) that I wrote to answer the challenge on PDS...

He didn’t think about the implications until his lips were pressed softly against hers. It was laughable that such a simple kiss would have such an intensely profound effect on his life. For years he had maintained strict control with her, and after the first two he even believed that he wanted nothing beyond a pseudo-friendship, a mutual caring that never extended beyond work.

Now this kiss, the warmth of her mouth seeping over his, the softness of her tongue barely contained behind lips, the tender touch of her fingertips at the base of his neck, would be his undoing.

I'm sure that those of you who aren't familiar with Laurell K. Hamilton's Anita Blake series are completely clueless in regards to that drabble, but it's Anita/Edward for those of you who are in the know.

Because I don't really have a way of getting in contact with all of you while the site is down, I just want to let all of the PDS people know that I'm aware the site has gone wacky. I tried to repair the databases last night, thinking something little had gotten off. Repairing the databases made it worse. This morning the message board itself is semi-up, but you can't view any topics due to the big, flaming error message splashed across the screen. So, I'm working on it. I have a trouble ticket into the provider. It looks like they have tweaked something and it has set the site into a tailspin. Hopefully it will be fixed soon...maybe...hopefully.

As for today... I'm blowing today off. I have no interest in working and over half the employees in this office are going to be yucking it up on a golf course. A few more are taking the day off just because they can. I plan on doing little to no work and sitting around like a lump listening to music.

Going to see the Minute Men documentary (We Rock Econo) tonight. If the damn Guild Cinema would put their SHOW TIMES up. And movies...I need to rent movies for the weekend. Can anyone vouch for any of these?

After Life (1998)
Bring Me the Head of Alfredo Garcia (1974)
Buffallo 66 (1998)
Barton Fink (1991)
Fearless (1993)
Dead Man (1995)
Code 46 (2004)
Equilibrium (2002)
The Final Cut (2004)

Just some titles that looked interesting to me when surfing the movie websites. No one should ever say that I don't do my research. I'm so studious.