So, I had this whole long thing started, and my computer overheated, and consequently crashed. I hate that, not only because it sucks when my computer crashes, but my second try at writing something out never quite works as well.

( Cut, because I'm sure some of the people seeing this really couldn't care less. )

I'm home, safe and sound. I still don't feel all that well, and I don't feel much like writing, so I'll save everything else for another time. But, I am not dead, and just wanted to let everyone know that.

So, I hope no one out there has been fretting about me. I know Tracey was crazy with worry. You've got the crazy part right. I went out the other night, and got home late, and my computer had crashed. I tried for a few minutes to fix it, and it wouldn't let Windows start up all the way, for some reason. I had intended to fix it yesterday, but I got roped into going out with a friend of mine, and actually ended up being out of the house for something obscene like 18 hours. We left right after work, and were out pretty late. And, since I had to work this morning, and I was tired, I didn't want to waste any potential sleeping time on wrestling with my computer.

As a random aside to Tracey, I did respond to that text you sent me yesterday. I guess you didn't get it. I'm sorry, honey - I certainly didn't mean to worry you. If my brain had been operating at more that fifty percent capacity, I'd have voiceposted to let you know I was okay. But I fail. Sorry. :(

So, I am alive, as is my computer. All is well in the land of happy. :)

My "niece" [my cousin's daughter] was born this afternoon! Gabrielle Rose Fass [Ellie, not Gabby] was born at 2:10 pm. She weighed 7lbs, 5oz, and was 20 inches long. She's got her mama's nose and her daddy's mouth. :) She is as cute as can be, and both mom and baby are doing well. I've got pictures I'll post later, but I just wanted to brighten everyone's day a bit. Because everyone loves babies. :)

♥

I'm sick. :(

Make me feel better.

Actions speak louder than words.

...Some people need to realize this.

Title: tick, tick... BOOM!
Author: Holly [bohemian21]
Summary: Matt watches the clock on the wall.
Rating: G?
Pairing: Almost-but-not-quite Matt/Danny.
Word Count: 427.
Notes: The title is shamelessly stolen from the musical of the same name by Jonathan Larson. The fic has nothing whatsoever to do with the musical, but I thought the phrase was fitting.
Spoilers: Mild for 1.02, The Cold Open.
Disclaimer: I don't own Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip. Aaron Sorkin is much cooler than me.

( It's bright and early Saturday morning. )

Title: Four Addictions Matt Albie Never Had, and One He Did
Author: Holly [bohemian21]
Summary: I think the title says it all.
Rating: PG.
Pairing: Mention of Matt/Harriet, Matt/Danny pre-slash
Word Count: 644.
Notes: Written for challenge #1 at thisbemadness.
Spoilers: Mild for the Pilot.
Disclaimer: I don't own Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip. Aaron Sorkin is much cooler than me.

( Four Addictions Matt Albie Never Had, and One He Did )

I'll post something meaningful later, but I wanted to get this out before I forgot.

Yesterday at work, I was stuffing ad signs. Taking the paper signs and putting them in the little plastic holders that hang on the shelves. It's tedious, and boring, so I wasn't really paying attention. I was stuffing signs for Health & Beauty, and one stack was for body lotion. Apparently Jergen's makes a lotion called "Summer Glow". I, however, wasn't paying much attention, and I totally had to do a double take, because my brain saw "Summer Glau". And that was my *facepalm* moment for the day.

This was mostly for Aubrey's benefit, because I'm sure she needed her daily dose of Firefly geekery, but hopefully someone else got a chuckle out of it.

Why does the world hate me?

[Technically, I'm 20 minutes late for Talk Like a Pirate Day, but I don't care, damn it!]

You are The Cap'n!

Some men are born great, some achieve greatness and some slit the throats of any man that stands between them and the mantle of power. You never met a man you couldn't eviscerate. Not that mindless violence is the only avenue open to you - but why take an avenue when you have complete freeway access? You are the definitive Man of Action. You are James Bond in a blousy shirt and drawstring-fly pants. Your swash was buckled long ago and you have never been so sure of anything in your life as in your ability to bend everyone to your will. You will call anyone out and cut off their head if they show any sign of taking you on or backing down. You cannot be saddled with tedious underlings, but if one of your lieutenants shows an overly developed sense of ambition he may find more suitable accommodations in Davy Jones' locker. That is, of course, IF you notice him. You tend to be self absorbed - a weakness that may keep you from seeing enemies where they are and imagining them where they are not.

What's Yer Inner Pirate?
brought to you by The Official Talk Like A Pirate Web Site. Arrrrr!

--People who repeat themselves with the hopes that my answer will change the second, or third, or sixth time.

--People who get offended when asked if they need help. This one is especially maddening, because we're supposed to ask anyone who comes within ten feet of us "Can I help you find something?"

--People who let their kids run amok throughout the store.

--People who speak to me as if I'm dumb for no reason other than I'm female and/or I work in retail.

--Managers who treat me as if I'm dumb simply because I'm not a manager.

--People who can clearly see that I'm on the phone or helping someone else, but get angry that I'm not dropping everything to answer their idiot question.

--People who think it's funny to set the alarm clocks to go off.

--People who think it's funny to turn the volume on the stereos/TVs ALL THE WAY UP.

--Employees who don't show up, leaving the rest of us to scramble and try and cover for them.

--People who call the store and want me to check if they have everything they're interested in buying, rather than just coming into the store and looking for themselves.

Sorry for spamming everyone's flists, but I feel better having gotten that out.

I've actually owned this challenge for a while, and have a bunch of fics for it, but I am just now bothering to post the table. So, beneath this cut lies my fanfic100 table for Gabriel Brown, of Feeling Electric.

( Fic table! )

Title: Left Behind
Author: Holly [bohemian21]
Challenge: fe_challenges challenge #13; alphabetasoup W is for Whilom; fanfic100 prompt #10: Years; 100_situations prompt #39: Seek.
Feedback: *sings* "Pretty poison like feedback and I flail in your wake, awash in the overtones..." [Feedback, Matt Caplan]
Characters: Gabriel, Natalie
Word Count: 928.
Rating: PG.
Summary: Five years after the events of Feeling Electric, Gabriel finds Natalie.
Notes: I had an idea for this as soon as I read the prompt on fe_challenges. And I think I may have set a record for the number of different prompts this is being used for.
Warnings: None.
Special Thanks: To everyone who reads my fics. :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Feeling Electric. I am not nearly that cool.

( Some things never change. )

X-posted to fe_challenges, 50thousandvolts, alphabetasoup, fanfic100, 100_situations, and bohemian21.

Write down the names of 13 people you know before you read the following questions.

( Here be questions. )

Ten million thank-yous to the lovely and wonderful lionessvalenti for this, as my computer was being horrible and wouldn't let me do it. So we put this together over the phone. :)

( My Interests Collage! )

This is just a bit of housekeeping; I'm writing this down somewhere where I can't possibly lose it. [Unless my lj gets randomly deleted, or something, but I doubt that'll happen.]

--duerbp prompt 91 - read over
--crazy!Roger!fic [green]
--RENT/FE for Tracey [yellow]
--golf for Tracey
--partly done FE fic
--random Firefly/Serenity fic
--House/Anita fic [for the record, that's a fandom crossover, not a pairing]
ETA:
--fe_challenges Challenge #13

If anyone actually read this, I was deliberatly obtuse. I didn't want to give anything away in advance. ;) I know what all of them mean, and that's all that really matters. :)

The random Serenity quote can be attributed to the fact that I watched half of it yesterday, and the whole of it this afternoon. And something about the way River says "Squish" gets stuck in my head.

I should really be sleeping right now. I feel, more or less, like crap. I donated blood this afternoon, and that totally sapped all the life out of me. I spent most of the rest of the day curled up watching movies. I watched Dead Poets Society and Serenity while I was on the phone with lionessvalenti, and then after eating some dinner and playing cards with my sister for a bit in an attempt to prove to the world that I'm not dying, I decided that I felt better while lying down, so I came upstairs and stretched out in my bed, and watched Sliding Doors [which, for the record, is a fabulous movie, and I'd forgotten that I owned it]. So I've been lying in my bed for three hours or so, and I feel a little better than I did. More than anything else, I feel super dehydrated, which makes sense as I've lost a lot of fluid today. A pint of blood left through my arm, not to mention the blood leaving via my girly bits, and I also was sick, which meant that more fluid was leaving me. Also, my arm is throbbing. The tech who stuck me with the needle missed my vein, and had to call for help to get it in. Once it was in, it wasn't too bad, but it left me with a nasty bruise. It's a rather violent shade of purple.

I ran into my cousin and her husband at the blood drive [which was not entirely unexpected, as it was their synagogue that held the blood drive]. I walked into the room to see my cousin Christine sitting in the waiting chairs. Mind you, she's eight and a half months pregnant, so a blood drive isn't exactly where I expected to find her. Her comment was, "I can't give blood. I have a parasite." *giggles* I hadn't seen Jon in a while, and it was nice to get to chat with him. He kept me company while I was donating, and then while I was lying down in an attempt not to faint and an [unsuccessful] attempt not to be sick. He ended up driving me home in my car, while Christine followed in their car, because they didn't trust me to get home in one piece. I can't really blame them. I don't know why I drove myself - I'm never okay after giving blood. But if I don't give blood, I feel guilty. [And the Red Cross calls me twice a week asking me if I could please schedule an appointment. Most of the phone calls that my parents assume are from bill collectors are actually from the Red Cross.]

I meant to write today, while I was pretty much stuck in the chair, but my brain just wasn't functioning. Also, my right arm isn't working so well, either, which sucks because I'm right handed. Trying to eat dinner was a laugh and a half. I'm surprised I got the fork into my mouth at all.

Oh, well. That's enough of me rambling about how horrible I feel for now. I'm sure I'll feel better tomorrow.