Speaking of the Inauguration, I loved what I heard of Obama's speech. He basically said he wasn't all this petty bipartisan/self-interested mess so either shape up or be prepared to ship out. You gotta love a man who just gets to the heart of the issue. Also, as a sidenote, I realized that every old black man I know or have ever met sounds just like Joseph E. Lowery. I find that comforting.
As for me, today was bittersweet. The bookstore I've worked at part-time for the majority of the last nine years closed its doors this past Saturday, which was sad enough. Since I'd taken today off my actual job (to watch the Inauguration at home), I decided that I may as well go to the store and help with the closing. Though I know that it's gone and have had about two months to get used to the idea, it still feels wrong. This store and the people I worked with (there was no turnover at that store; outside of the girl they hired to get through the recent holiday rush, I'm the last person they hired) are a part of me. Some of who I am today, for better or for worse, is due to them. Almost all of them (5 in total) were 20 years my senior and I had the benefit of their collective wisdom and life experience to help me through my twenties. It's because of them that I've been exposed to so many things I was too young to experience myself. Now we're all going to be separated and, with the exception of one, I'll rarely see them anymore, if I see them at all. So I'm a little sad. I'm also grateful for the time I did have with them.
In other news, I've banned myself from buying TV on DVD until my birthday in May because I got buck wild with them in November and December. Should the planets align in my favor, I'm going to Rome in the fall and I've decided to try to learn some Italian. My little sister graduates high school in May and we'll probably end up moving some time in the summer (it's that time; I swear we are urban nomads, rarely do we spend more than two years in any one place).
That's pretty much it. In short, I'm good. How are you?
In the interest of full disclosure, I am a big Eoin Colfer fan. Big. I actually adore the Artemis Fowl series far, far more than the Harry Potter series. But I'm not in fandom for AF for a couple of reasons (namely, I can scarcely find it and I really don't need it as I'm mostly content with canon). In any event, I was very excited for AF and the Time Paradox. And I did enjoy it. But this latest installment was rather disappointing for me.
Truth: For the life of me, I cannot write to a deadline. Thank God I never wanted to be a reporter. Why? Because I am always, invariably, late producing whatever it is I've committed to producing. (And, yes, this is about the hp_summersmut fic I'm fratically trying to finish. Beta?)
Revelation (related but more a broad realization): I not only hate writing smut, I suck at it too. Really. It's true. Read any of the smut I've written and compare it to the non-smut. The non-smut is better. Why? Because smut is hard to write when you don't know what the hell you're talking about. Another thing about my smut--it tends to gloss over the actual sex. Why? Because I really, really don't like to write smut.
Declaration (wholly related to the previously delineated Truth): I solemnly swear to never, ever, ever sign up for another ficathon, fic exchange, fic whatever. Ever. See aforementioned Truth.
Update (totally unrelated to the previous three items): Ex-friend and I are going to have The Big Hash-out, Part Two. We already had part one this morning. We'll see how it goes. Also, in a month's time and with no concerted effort at exercise or dieting, I lose 13 pounds. I didn't even notice. But still, go me!
Hope you're all well.
I swear I need some fandom icons in the worst way.
Anyway, I present the un-beta'd
I feel like I'm forgetting something but I don't know what. Oh, well. I hope everyone's well.
In other news,
Well, that's it for now. Hope everyone else is doing well.
Ah, well. I just wanted to get that out.
I hope everyone doing well.
I hope you're having a fabulous day.