Danielle's Other Other OTHER Online Journal

I'm all over the place these days. I'm still working, but I'm more on my last leg than I ever was. At least, for a long time now. I've never looked forward to going to work, but since the manager change, it's been even more so. I'm looking at my options and I've printed out numerous copies of my resume, but I'm completely lost. I really don't know what to do. *sighs*

I'm more depressed than anything else.

And this is exactly what this is, my depression and anxiety going untreated. I would love more than anything to be on medication and possibly have a nice stint in a lovely, controlled nuthouse somewhere. Or maybe just see a therapist, but I could use almost any reason to get away from daily life. I just can't afford any of that.

Am headed back to work for my second shift of the day and will try not to go crazy. I'm looking forward to tomorrow's (Saturday, October 31, 2009) potentially offensive costume. I do look rather cute in it, if I do say so. Which I do. :)

Danielle

I finally went out to snag a Halloween costume and what should I stumble upon? Trek costumes, of course. And... Michael Jackson, but this post isn't about him or vampires or race car drivers or any of that other stuff I didn't take pictures of.

It's about Trek and our local contributions to starting the little ones on their lifetime journey of loving ST.

<-- Is this your kid??? It should be!

( Cut to save your lists. )

I meant to note this yesterday, but between the heat, my aching stomach, and my aching hooha, I just couldn't focus long enough to do so. I eventually dragged my sorry self home and had a nice lie down.

And then today came along with interesting Twittering and that damned Neopets, which NEVER fails to suck me in. I mean, seriously. I've risked being late for work and missing buses for Neopets. It's just so damned addictive and I didn't originally want to look at it. Only after much pressuring from Chark did I give in and sign up. Now, it's been over three years and I don't see myself giving up the habit anytime soon.

Anyway! I finally took my long awaited trip to Brazil . . . in my pants!

( Snippity snip. )

Danielle

I have been an awful journal keeper.

All due to several factors.

I'm either working crazy hours, busy doing something else, or punishing myself.

Writing to me has always been my release, that little something that keeps me on even keel. However, as I am the queen of bottling things up, avoidance, and emotional masochism, I would opt to squash my desire to write or work magick or do any number of things. To say that it has merely affected the quality of my life and my overall happiness these past few years or so, would be insult to the word 'understatement'. I mean, is there even a word for such a grievous lack of personal regard?

I don't know it off the top of my head if it exists.

So, it's just me, Danielle.

( Cut for length )

Danielle

I haven't been around to write even the tiniest bit. Both physically and emotionally. It's a whole thing that I need to get into, but don't actually have time to do so.

A couple of things before I head out to work. Yesterday (Wednesday, December 10, 2008), I walked home in the SNOW with the biggest fucking smile on my face. We haven't had even small flurries for four years and it had been absolute ages before that. This go-round, the flurries were HUGE! Like the cliche, snow-deprived Texan that I am, I saved a couple of the snowballs from our (mine and the neighbors') snowball fight in a food storage container in my freezer. I can't wait to show my mom, and anyone else that might happen to stroll by.

I have been slowly eaten away from by plotbunnies for both fandom things and my own original fiction. It has long since been past time for me to write down some of the story lines that I've jotted down and/or continue to swim unreleased in my head. The fact that my flash drive containing damn near all of my jotting bits was stolen isn't helping the matter, but I'm trying not to dwell.

I have, however, been drowning myself in Neopets, because I just love that site too damn much for my own good. There's work and Justin and just everything, but I really need to come back on a day when I can sit and write.

Danielle


( Santa Letter )

Note: Originally written Thursday, July 10, 2008.

________

So the laptop's gone bye-bye. I sold it on Monday to a jerk that I wanted to slap every time he asked me a nitpicky question about superficial scratches or tried to knockdown the price some more. I wanted $550 for the thing, but only got $525. *shrugs* What can you do, right?

When he called, he hesitantly said that he could only do $500 and I told him 'no' flat out. I then offered to meet him halfway, because he sounded rather pathetic. He told me he'd think about it and call me back. He eventually called me back not long after that and I tried to get him to meet me Downtown in a public place, like the library. But the son of a bitch insisted! that we meet at my house. I had plans to come back out after he left, because I wasn't expecting the sale to take very long. Not only did I go out of my way to go back home and nicely pack everything up, he kept me waiting over 30 minutes for him to arrive.

( Chomp. )

Danielle

I'm due at work to cover Judy's shift in just over an hour. I swapped out with her when I saw last Friday who I'd be working with on the next week’s schedule
. The last time I worked with that person, they helped trigger that anxietyattackwhatitwas on Friday the 13th. I couldn't risk that happening again, so I bailed ASAP. That, and I just don't like to work with him. He drives me absolutely crazy.

I haven't really used the laptop since it freaked out on me. I looked into returning it, but Best Buy has such a crap return policy of only two weeks. Guh. I'm thinking of selling it and buying another one or using the money to buy a car, which I REALLY need. It really is about time that I saved up properly and bought myself a car so that I can get around the city and out of it when the desire to roam hits me.

And it does.

So hard that it suffocates me.

( Clipped. )

Danielle

So, I had another look at my computer to try and get the correct drivers to install, but it was nothing doing. I feel so stupid to have so royally screwed myself over. It wouldn't be so bad if I have someone that I could ask to help me, but this is fucking Vista and no one knows anything about it. I now see why people downgraded back to XP.

When it, the laptop, was all set up out of the box, it was great. For the most part.

Now that I've attempted to re-set it up, I've found out just how screwed I am. I can't even do simple things like rename a song that I rip to transfer over to my PSP. I don't have permission to anything and I'm back to being stuck in Permission Box Zone.

( Where is the calvary when you need it? )

Danielle

So, the laptop is officially out of commission and I'm back to public computers for Internet access. It had been slowly, but surely, collecting a new issue every time that I used it. The integrated microphone stopped working, it was acting funny, it was a little slow, and then yesterday, it started turning on its own programs -- Internet Explorer. I really don't know what was wrong with it, except that I don't think that I had a virus.

I didn't download things from websites or people I didn't know. Even though my Norton had expired and refused to let me renew it, it was still protecting my computer to some degree.

I tried to get people to help me to no avail, so I continued working on it today. I completely wiped it clean, not knowing that I would lose damn near everything that came with the computer. I figured that it would ALL be on the reinstallation disks, but it wasn't. Now, I have NO Norton, instead of partial Norton protection. Windows now comes with built-in firewalls that work pretty well, but Norton is, without a doubt, The Shit.

( The Blah. )

Danielle

Title: Givin' It a Shot is Good Enough, Right? [4/4]
Author: dmitchell1985
Betas: misumisu84 and polaris_etoile
Summary: And then there was condiments and Keystones. . .
Rating: PG-15 (??) - for some language.
Pairing: Cloud Strife/Barret Wallace
Warnings: Game spoilers for ( Cut for very small spoiler ) but it follows my own line of what the evening/storyline entailed, with the exception of the canon character/secret reveal bit. And, er, the language.
Disclaimer: We all know the drill. I don't own the characters or canon information included in my fic and I agree to give the characters back when I am done ruining them beyond repair playing nicely with them.
Chapter Word Count: 3,435
Total Word Count: 8,181
Author's Notes: Well, this little series is over, since it was mostly finished about two years ago and it took me this long to both tack on the ending (last year) and find betas for it (this summer). I definitely thank those who read this fic and enjoyed it. As always, thanks goes to my betas, misumisu84 and polaris_etoile, for double-checking my work for me. Also, all "Star Wars" mentions belong to George Lucas. See the end of the very last chapter for a few extra notes that address Canon Correctness (Copyright rights on that?) and such.
Crossposting: my InsaneJournal, ffvii_yaoi, barretcloud, and ffvii_yaoi

Chapters:

Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three

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( In the split moment before all of hell greedily devoured them. . . )

( Bonus Icons! )

Title: Givin' It a Shot is Good Enough, Right? [3/4]
Author: dmitchell1985
Betas: misumisu84 and polaris_etoile
Summary: Race winning and losing and chocobo-kicking, oh my!
Rating: PG-15 (??) - for some language.
Pairing: Cloud Strife/Barret Wallace
Warnings: Game spoilers for ( Cut for very small spoiler ) but it follows my own line of what the evening/storyline entailed, with the exception of the canon character/secret reveal bit. And, er, the language.
Disclaimer: We all know the drill. I don't own the characters or canon information included in my fic and I agree to give the characters back when I am done ruining them beyond repair playing nicely with them.
Chapter Word Count: 2,370
Total Word Count: 8,181
Author's Notes: As always, thanks goes to my betas, misumisu84 and polaris_etoile, for double-checking my work for me. Also, all "Star Wars" mentions belong to George Lucas. See the end of the very last chapter for a few extra notes that address Canon Correctness (Copyright rights on that?) and such.
Crossposting: my InsaneJournal, ffvii_yaoi, barretcloud, and ffvii_yaoi

Chapters:

Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Four

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( Catching the blush on Cloud's face, Barret couldn't help but wonder what had set the kid off. )

So, I'm now just puttering around on the Internet until I have to go in. I really should tackle some writing, so that I can have more to post once I'm done posting the Cloud/Barret fic. And it's just mind-blowing to finally be posting it and have people enjoy the fic, since I original wrote the bulk of it two years ago.

This weekend thus far has been all kinds of weird. I had a co-worker threaten me, which isn't un-like the person who did it. Then, I had the GM and AGM close the store last night, which hasn't happened in god knows how long. Then, this morning I had a co-worker help me pick up our new fridge. I'm completely broke at this point and have to make due for two weeks on $200. I need to go get a bunch of Ramen and learn to eat that again. Instead, I've been doing fast food in the weeks since our last fridge died on us.

( Snip )

Danielle

Title: Givin' It a Shot is Good Enough, Right? [2/4]
Author: dmitchell1985
Betas: misumisu84 and polaris_etoile
Summary: And we're off to the races!
Rating: PG-15 - for some language.
Pairing: Cloud Strife/Barret Wallace
Warnings: Game spoilers for ( Cut for very small spoiler ) but it follows my own line of what the evening/storyline entailed, with the exception of the canon character/secret reveal bit. And, er, the language.
Disclaimer: We all know the drill. I don't own the characters or canon information included in my fic and I agree to give the characters back when I am done ruining them beyond repair playing nicely with them.
Chapter Word Count: 1,256
Total Word Count: 8,181
Author's Notes: Well, here is the second chapter of the fic. I was quite surprised that so many people would be open to the Cloud/Barret pairing. I was absolutely thrilled and flattered that so many of you took a moment to leave a comment for me. Thank you! As always, thanks goes to my betas, misumisu84 and polaris_etoile, for double-checking my work for me. Also, all "Star Wars" mentions belong to George Lucas. See the end of the very last chapter for a few extra notes that address Canon Correctness (Copyright rights on that?) and such.
Crossposting: my InsaneJournal, ffvii_yaoi, barretcloud, and ffvii_yaoi

Chapters:

Chapter One
Chapter Three
Chapter Four

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( It's nice to be here with. . . friends. )

Title: Givin' It a Shot is Good Enough, Right? [1/4]
Author: dmitchell1985
Betas: misumisu84 and polaris_etoile
Summary: First dates are SUPPOSED to be this awkward, right?
Rating: PG-15 (??) - for some language.
Pairing: Cloud Strife/Barret Wallace
Warnings: Game spoilers for ( Cut for very small spoiler ) but it follows my own line of what the evening/storyline entailed, with the exception of the canon character/secret reveal bit. And, er, the language.
Disclaimer: We all know the drill. I don't own the characters or canon information included in my fic and I agree to give the characters back when I am done ruining them beyond repair playing nicely with them.
Chapter Word Count:1,120
Total Word Count: 8,181
Author's Notes: I, for the life of me, could not figure out why I saw a few Cloud/Barret fics/doujinshis floating around on LJ. Then, I read through a Gold Saucer guide for small details to use in another fic. I saw the mention that ( Cut for very small spoiler ) Well, that just served to make me want to write the pairing myself, since I am generally open to suggestion where the FFVII fandom goes. As always, thanks goes to my betas, misumisu84 and polaris_etoile, for double-checking my work for me. Also, all "Star Wars" mentions belong to George Lucas. See the end of the very last chapter for a few extra notes that address Canon Correctness (Copyright rights on that?) and such.
Crossposting: my InsaneJournal, ffvii_yaoi, barretcloud, and ffvii_yaoi

Chapters:

Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four

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( What harm could come from one date, right? )

It's back. With all certainty, the itch to write has finally returned. Not that I couldn't make something happen if I needed it to or was bored enough to write more of my poetry. But this is different. This is journal entries and original fiction and a bit of fan fiction creeping in. I haven't used it yet, but I'm plotting and planning.

I felt it two days ago as I lay on my bed and had just finished devouring "Princess Mia" in mere hours. It was this sort of strange tingle at first, but it grew and there it was. I don't think that I've been as thrilled about my writing side in a little while. Well, outside of the 100 word prompt table I drew up for myself, but have only had false starts on it thus far.

What I need, without a doubt, is time and space to write. And now that the library is open again and I don't have to slum for the worst hours every day, I just might be able to get that done.

( My life is now or never. I want you to hold your body close to me. )

Danielle

So I'm sitting here in McDonald's not far from work and I'm looking at a closing night ahead of me. I am hoping that it won't be too bad, because it'll fill my hours out to about 36 hours for this week, which should balance out the lack of hours I'm going to get in the upcoming week.

Work this week has been all over the place. For three days straight over the last weekend and into the beginning of this week, I wanted to quit so badly. It was like everyone was going out of their way to drive me absolutely crazy. A few of my more annoying coworkers chose to do what they always do, start shit about ridiculous stuff. And of course, the assistant general manager sided with them, because she's tends to favor the servers no matter what they've done, or didn't do, as the case may be. It's just so frustrating to have to work in an environment where harassment is condoned by the managers!

Some guy just came up to me and I started to tell him that I didn't have any money and to give him a nasty look, because he had just walked by me and appeared to have looked down my shirt. Well, it turned out that he was checking out my laptop and came back to ask about the difference between AMD and Intel processors. Wow. Have I been treated like crap enough?

( Snip )

Danielle

Not Happy.


Or, rather:

Really Frustrated.


Which leads to:

Feeling Inept.


Even though she:

Has What She's Always Wanted.


Yes, okay, I've made my point now. I'm not 100% happy at the moment, even though I've FINALLY got the laptop I've been researching and saving up for for months now; and dreamt about longer still. I've got the sporty Dell that I've always imagined myself quietly typing away on, shaping my written masterpiece.

And now that I've gotten it, I can't help but feel slightly disappointed on occasion in the week since I bought this still-nameless beauty. It's loaded with Vista and everything a roaming girl like myself needs. I've even got the built-in webcam I've wistfully pined after, even though it'd cost and arm and a leg extra on top of the first born I'm shelling out for portability.

( Snip." )

Danielle

Note: I originally typed most of this up last night (Wednesday, March 5, 2008), but didn’t have a chance to double check or post it today. So, “last night” in this entry actually refers to Tuesday, March 4, 2008.

________________

At least that is what the media and the atmosphere of my local voting location insisted when I went in to vote last night. Not only was this sentiment a recurring theme of the day amongst the buttons, tee shirts, and stickers adorning the Obama supporters at my voting location, the candidate advertising signs lined along a narrow strip of grass that separates my former elementary school from the street screamed this absolute for all the world to see.

Of course, this is not taking into account the lone older woman I saw holding a heavily damaged Hilary Clinton sign and information handouts, who looked close to spitting venom at having been given the least favorable assignment of the day. She pretended not to hear me when I asked for one of her handouts, so I asked again. She looked me over, passed me a glossy advert, and tossed a tired ‘We appreciate your vote’ in my general direction. Other than her, there wasn’t a single Hilary Clinton sign present among the temporary forest of support for Barack Obama and Bruce Mosier.

It all amounted to this: I, Danielle, am a Black American. Therefore, I need not look elsewhere for another candidate, but instead should blindly step into line behind the first African-American male that presents the best chance that my people have ever had at reaching the White House's Oval Office. I should forget about any other candidate and what they have to bring to the presidency.

Right?

( Cut for length )

Danielle

9:19 P.M. - 10:06 P.M.

Today is the final day that my Extra Icons feature on LJ will be active. Had the last year of LJ's stupidity not occurred, I would never have come this close to letting my extra icons lapse. As it were, they went apeshit and I came here to InsaneJournal, whose paid accounts receive more icons by default than I received from Extra Icons and "Loyalty Icons" combined.

113 icons spaces.

That's all the room I have on LJ to display some of the best, funniest, most interesting, and kickass artwork to be summed up in 100x100 pixels of whoa!.

When you only have six, formally three, icon spaces to work with on a free LJ account, it seems like all the room in the world. Sadly it isn't and even IJ's 250 default icon spaces will eventually be filled up if I stay here for three+ years, too.

It kind of makes me sad to have a faraway deadline suddenly in my face. I put off transferring all of my icons over here, because it's tedious work. Anyone who's changed journals could tell you so. Then, there was the not-even-believed-by-me dual-journal thing I was working with. To be completely honest, I hardly ever go by LJ unless I’ve heard on this site that something interesting had happened, I get an email about a news update and want to see what new shitstorm LJ is attempting to kick up, LJ's chase_jack needs an entry approved, or if I want to occasionally check on something. That's pretty much it.

I didn't want to delete my LJ account out right, because I have had it three+ years and it was paid up until this year. I also didn't want to waste my money by deleting an account I had plunked down hard-earned money to maintain.

An extremely dramatic and corny part of me can't help but mentally compare this to watching a slow death. You know, how it's said that one sense goes first and then another and another until there's nothing left but darkness and a flat line. That's definitely how this comes across. The Paid status goes out at the beginning of next week. I do have to wonder if LJ somehow went back to the way it was, would I get my loyalty icons from my previous paid time back? I mean, it's only fair, because I was loyally paying to continue using the better features all of that time; and would have gladly continued to do so if LJ hadn't lost their shit.

I'm guessing not, because New LJ's all about money and I'm pretty sure that they will simply say that more "Loyalty" spots would have to be earned. This is just as well, because loyalty to a company has to be earned from its user base. Looking at things now, I can see LJ not only not being able to completely pull it off, but not giving a damn to do so. That, makes me saddest of all.

I just need to go double check that I have back ups for the pictures I have stored in LJ's laughable Scrapbook before my account expires. If I can avoid having to manually transfer anything else over, I will.

Danielle

So, I've been meaning to come and ask this for a while now, but I've had very little time online as of late.

So.

I'm asking now.

Would anyone like to receive a holiday card from me? If so, leave your info in the comments of this entry. All comments are screened, so your info won't be outed. If that still makes you uncomfortable, you can email me at betagirl23 at yahoo dot com.

Do let me know if you want my info in return.

Also, I still have my address list from last year that I am going to work from. If you received a card from me last year and your information has changed, please let me know so that I don't send a card to the wrong address.

Cheers!

Danielle

Taken from: telesilla



I have to say that I feel a little scandalized and a bit violated if anyone actually did this. I'm also sure that this is someone's kink. *cough*Someone being some lame guy I messed around with in high school.*cough* Still, it seemed to have gotten the part about men right. </snark>

It's good to finally be back online after being away for ages now. The library I usually go to closed down since last Wednesday and the public library was little better.

Even though I had to swallow the severe disappointment of not attending the Ren Fest this year after waiting to do so for years and friends who suck, I DID get to see "Hitman" on Friday. It was SOO good, that I have been plotting a means of seeing it again ever since. I'm probably going to have to wait until my next day off to go back out to the theater and it's absolutely KILLING me! Timothy Olyphant is just so good and hot and just plain lovely in this. Yes, I did say "lovely." It was the shower scene, really, where I thought that he was lovely to look at.

It’s so full of action and a few moments that had me going "Wut???" But, not in a bad way. Most of it was suspense, one of the other huge scenes was where the ( Spoiler ) Call me an optimist, but I just LOVE that in film and in fiction. And in real life, too, but who ever truly buys that a mean person is trying to be nice in real life, huh?

What I can't believe is that Timothy is 47!! Forty freaking seven! He doesn't look like he's out of his thirties in the film. And I'd say borderline mid-thirties, too, because he looks young enough that he would play a late-twenties/very early-thirties-aged character. Crazy times.

I also got a load of writing down at work yesterday, despite how busy it was. I wrote before the shift started and a bit more when it calmed down. I am working on a John/Rodney drabble for pegasus_01, who wrote me a Rodney/Ronon drabble-y bit. Her drabble already looks more like a mini ficlet than a drabble. When I had to finally give up trying to write, I was at three written pages and counting.

I still need to go through my email, so I am going to finish doing that in a bit. I also need to type up the fic, download the David Hewlett interview I STILL haven't heard and catch up on Neopets. I am so far behind that it isn't even funny. I guess that the week I was sick before the week that the library shut down didn't help me either. Meh.

Danielle

Okay, originally did this meme more than three months ago. I was going through my entries and decided to do it again. This is what I got:

( Snip. Snip. )

Why is it that even though everything else has changed, I'm still being sent off to MySpace land? Is someone somewhere trying to tell me something.

I'm currently going through my voice posts over on LJ, because sometimes I simply can't make it online to post anything. Well, I didn't realize that I had posted quite so many. I am trying to go back and add proper titles and such to them. I really should get them transcribed, but hell, LJ is supposed to have a feature that does so automatically for me. Apparently not. Despite all of their cheer and assurance that they did have such a service available. To be honest, I'm not really surprised that yet another product LJ is backing doesn't work properly.

I also had a glance over their latest "news" update and it's riddled with ads. Way to go, LJ. Way to fucking go. As that entry has been posted for more than a day now and only have a few hundred comments, I have to say that folks just don't care anymore. You know, since this is the only dreck they can expect to receive from LJ.

I'm also going through my email and clearing out some of those old comments and such. I am really bad at this whole email thing sometimes. I honestly don't have the time I need on some occasions. On others, I just don't feel like dealing with a full Inbox.

I think that I want to finish up here and go find some fiction to read. Why, oh, why, aren't there excellent chunks of good Ronon/Rodney fiction to read?

Oh! Speaking of which. Not sure if I posted this here or not, but I created a community for them. Ronon and Rodney, I mean. I titled it gunsandphysics, because it's awesomeness. No, really. It is.

Anyway, I am just hoping that the community will attract some like-minded folks to write the fiction I am always craving. There just isn't enough good fiction out there.

Okay, I've got about 35 minutes left in here, so I better be off.

Danielle

From: pegasus_01


The first 5 people to comment on this post get to request a drabble of their choosing from me. In return, they HAVE to post this in their journal. The rule is, don't ask unless you plan to pass it on! I reserve the right to request a different prompt, but name your fandom (or don't) and a phrase, situation, title...


Areas I can, for the most part, easily write:

Harry Potter
Lord of the Rings
Final Fantasy VII
Star Wars (-ish. I might need to look up who you're talking about, because it's so HUGE.)
Stargate Atlantis
Stargate SG-1
Underworld (both movies)
Smallville
Kingdom Hearts (I and II. Haven't played Chain of Memories, yet.)
Real Person Slash (if I know who they are.)
Real Person Fiction (if I know who they are.)
Original Fiction


Anything else and I might have to look it up. All pairings are welcome and I'll even give your kinks a go as well. Just give me a word or idea to start with.

Danielle

So I'm washing my brain of the yucky "Jason Momoa and the baby he had by cheating on his last chick with his new chick stroll captured from Lisa's (Bonnet) weirdo birthday dinner with Lenny Kravitz and her other kid" by Googling conventions near me. Nothing is more confusing to me than trying to figure out the website for a convention I want to attend.

( Cut for the ramble. )

The lobby's going to close soon, so I'd better get off of the computer in a few minutes. I think that I'll go home and drown it all out with television. Nothing kills creativity and brain cells quicker than good old television.

Speaking of which, I didn't win my box set of SG-1's season one. I missed the ending bid by $0.50! Fifty freakin' cents! GUH!!!

Danielle

So, I've done this before in the past and I thought I'd finally get around to doing it again. I have spotted maybe one other wish list (*waves to irana*) and I'm sure to see many more now that I've joined wishlist_2007. (Check the comm's info page for information on the wish list deal.) I've already granted one wish. Care to try and beat me out on who can grant the most wishes? ; )

Either way, here's my wish list.

( Cut for the lengtha! )


Okay, so my lists are usually rambly, personal affairs that really can't be solved by other people, but I thought I'd put that out there in the universe. Think of it like a prayer. Heh.

Anyway, I really should be doing something productive right about now.

Danielle

Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Title: Take My Hand, Friend, and Come With Me
Author: dmitchell1985
Rating: PG - for all of the swearing
Characters: John Sheppard, Rodney McKay
Warnings: None, really.
Disclaimer: I don't own these dudes.
Spoilers: Uhrm. Nothing major or current.
Word Count: 2,407
Summary: “Rodney snorted and asked how often these things could go wrong, because it really was mathematically impossible for things to go wrong a hundred percent of the time.”
Author’s Notes: ( Cut for length :: Prompt from Chark for her birthday fic: Puddle Jumper )


--


( Liek OMG! I can’t believe that I put Rodney and John alone! Together! I feel so dirty. ; ) ~ )

Title: How to Woo Your Man or Breathe
Author: dmitchell1985
Rating: G
Pairing: Rodney McKay/Ronon Dex
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: So not mine.
Spoilers: None, except the one Rodney’s always going on about.
Word Count: 100
Author’s Notes: I missed these so much, that I thought I’d do more of them until I signed up for another table and Nano stops eating my brain. I gave myself a prompt of: sunflower. Also, this probably borders on Wrong.



( I know. You thought these were over and done with. )



Title: Supplying the Demand - His and Mine
Author: dmitchell1985
Rating: Barely PG – for suggestion. At least, it’s “barely” to me.
Pairing: Rodney McKay/Ronon Dex
Warnings: Uhrm. None, really.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Spoilers: None.
Word Count: 100
Author’s Notes: I saw this posted a few days back on sga_noticeboard, which is always a great resource for finding fannish stuff. Well, I thought I’d do a drabble for it. Thanks, pegasus_01! = D



( This made even me lol. Heh. )

All right, so I'm writing this fic and I'm attempting to look through stuff on Google, but I wanted a second opinion on anything I might find.

I need to kill bugs. Not just bugs on the ground, but bugs that burrow into people's brains to lay their eggs.

( Cut, because I go on from here. )

ETA: I've had loads more responses than I was expecting from the various places I posted this question. I'm going to have a look through them all and see which one I can work in the easiest. As for the rest, I'll leave them to the side, because I just might need them some day.

I was so excited about finishing those damned drabbles, that I only now realized why my banner kind of looks off. It's because I sent the mod the wrong fucking picture! FUCK!!! I knew that there was something odd about it, but I couldn't quite figure it out. I thought it was because one picture was in black and white and the other was in color.

Now that I figured this out five days later, I can't go back and ask him to re-do it, because he'd already had to re-do it once from the first time when my name was one L short.

Again:

FUCK!!!!

I think that I might just take it down, because I really don't like the fact that the runner up picture was used. Is there anything in my life that doesn't suck?

Yes, that is about more than a fucking banner. : - /

Danielle

I've started Nano and I didn't write as much as I thought I did. I checked the word count three times, because I had myself absolutely convinced that I'd done better than I actually did. Hee.

I also received my reward banner today. It took me ages to find pictures that I liked. The banner didn't come out the way I was expecting it. It's mostly due to the fact that one picture is black and white and the other is in color. Hrmm.

This is it here:

( Cut for the spacerors )

See how it looks pretty in an odd way? I couldn't choose between the one where David looked like an offering tart and the one where he looked like cool, manyly man. = D I eventually settled for the tartish one, because he looked so adorable and young and I figured that'd draw the suckers readers/Rodney fans in more. ; D

Those pictures look so much better in their original size. This was also true of the Jason Momoa pictures I checked out.

In these three, he looked great. The second one was my first choice, but it, like its brother, didn't show his face close enough. There are so many great pictures I found through Photobucket's search engine, that I am simply going to place the link here, instead of trying to upload them all. They all have the problem of not having a close enough shot of Jason's face and upper torso.

Either way, featheredwolf did such! a good job of working with the picture I eventually settled on.

( Reading and food hunting be here. )

Danielle