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Okay, I should be finishing my judging for SOTHA since my scores are due Tomorrow, but I took a break to catch up on my flist, and I saw that the great Lady ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
gileswench has quite an impressive rating for her journal: NC17 to be exact. On a lark, I clicked on the link and got this:
And what content prompted this rating, you ask?
shoot - 2x
kill - 1x
Here's what got me-- I am almost sure all three words are from posts relating to Wee Hob and his goofy antics at school recently.
My journal is PG because of my son. Who needs (and is still getting) way more parental guidance just now than he wants....
We now return you to your regularly scheduled lj surfing. First day of new classes seems to have gone well, though.
ETA: I see that she Started with a G rating and deliberately moved it up with gratuitous language in later posts. Which makes my PG rating on the first go even more hilarious. I assume the program takes a sampling of the most recent posts in a journal, not the entire content of same....
gileswench has quite an impressive rating for her journal: NC17 to be exact. On a lark, I clicked on the link and got this:And what content prompted this rating, you ask?
shoot - 2x
kill - 1x
Here's what got me-- I am almost sure all three words are from posts relating to Wee Hob and his goofy antics at school recently.
My journal is PG because of my son. Who needs (and is still getting) way more parental guidance just now than he wants....
We now return you to your regularly scheduled lj surfing. First day of new classes seems to have gone well, though.
ETA: I see that she Started with a G rating and deliberately moved it up with gratuitous language in later posts. Which makes my PG rating on the first go even more hilarious. I assume the program takes a sampling of the most recent posts in a journal, not the entire content of same....
Weekend Update
Feb. 18th, 2008 10:39 amJust a quick note to anyone who is looking for more "In Loco Parentis," that part 3 is beta'ed, but ffnet is not being so cooperative about letting me upload and format it for the site. Since I am starting to have real doubts about the wisdom of this experiment, and I am second (third? sixth?) guessing myself horribly, I am kind of taking it as an omen. But if I can get things to work, I'll post it as soon as I can.
Good weekend with the lad, he has the holiday off today, and tomorrow he will be in Regular (not Special Ed) classes. We'll see how that works, putting him in with friends as opposed to charming boys who, I have noticed, are in the office after school for detention Every Single Day. And, does anyone remember Calvin and Hobbes? Remember Moe, the first grader who shaves? And beats Calvin up for his lunch money? Yes, one of my son's tormentors looks Just Like Him.
While ffnet is not being nice to me, it's apparently letzeegrindylows through with a new epic in progress-- check it out: De Profundis. A promising start. And a heck of a title.
Another one I've been following that's excellent: Never Say Remember. Two universes, one with the Harry and Snape we know, one where Harry's mother didn't die, but suffered a horrible curse that affects her memory, and where Snape has married her and adopted Harry. I'm not doing the thoughtful presentation and characterization, the intriguing premise, and the beautiful writing justice. Give it a read; you won't be sorry. The author profile says it's complete and being posted regularly as it gets a final polish. Assuming ffnet cooperates.
I've sent a message to tech support, but if anyone has advice on getting ffnet to play nicely, let me know.
Or maybe I should scrap the story and start over....
Good weekend with the lad, he has the holiday off today, and tomorrow he will be in Regular (not Special Ed) classes. We'll see how that works, putting him in with friends as opposed to charming boys who, I have noticed, are in the office after school for detention Every Single Day. And, does anyone remember Calvin and Hobbes? Remember Moe, the first grader who shaves? And beats Calvin up for his lunch money? Yes, one of my son's tormentors looks Just Like Him.
While ffnet is not being nice to me, it's apparently let
zeegrindylows through with a new epic in progress-- check it out: De Profundis. A promising start. And a heck of a title. Another one I've been following that's excellent: Never Say Remember. Two universes, one with the Harry and Snape we know, one where Harry's mother didn't die, but suffered a horrible curse that affects her memory, and where Snape has married her and adopted Harry. I'm not doing the thoughtful presentation and characterization, the intriguing premise, and the beautiful writing justice. Give it a read; you won't be sorry. The author profile says it's complete and being posted regularly as it gets a final polish. Assuming ffnet cooperates.
I've sent a message to tech support, but if anyone has advice on getting ffnet to play nicely, let me know.
Or maybe I should scrap the story and start over....
Justice, Mercy, and Real Life
Feb. 7th, 2008 08:18 pmWhat a week it has been.
( The Further Misadventures of Wee Hob )
( ... and reflections on the difference one good person can make in the world )
( The Further Misadventures of Wee Hob )
( ... and reflections on the difference one good person can make in the world )
Know what's Cool?
Feb. 3rd, 2008 02:49 pmSitting across from a wee hobgoblinn at a library table watching him doing research for the upcoming Merit Badge Challenge. Seeing his quick, curious, intelligent eyes soaking up knowledge. And the fact that he's stopped trying to push me away and avoid me.
Everything's not fixed, but I have to say, they are better.
And that is all.
Everything's not fixed, but I have to say, they are better.
And that is all.
Just a quick post to say that part 2 of "In Loco Parentis" is up here. And to remark in passing how funnily appropriate the title is, given my life situation of late, and using a different meaning for "loco."
Thanks to Everyone who offered hugs and words of support for me and my Wee Hob. He is starting to settle down, though he is still doing goofy things that make no rational sense. He got suspended from school on Wednesday for having a paring knife in his backpack. He didn't threaten anyone or seem to have any plan for its use, but he'd apparently had it the previous day and "accidentally" let it fall out where other kids he knew disliked him would see it. Of course they told. Of course he hadn't taken it out overnight. He wanted to be caught, on some level.
But the three days with his godparents have done him a world of good, and he sees Dr. Wolfe next week. He is starting to talk about things that are bothering him. He said yesterday, "I know in my head it wasn't your fault, but when you stopped coming to visit me, I felt really hurt and angry." He's been carrying that around for about 5 years, since the court took away my visitation rights in the middle of all its other dirty tricks. I've had him back now for 3. And there are other things further back he has cause to be hurt and angry about. I think one of the things making him so irrational here is that he doesn't really Know why he feels the way he does.
But we love him, we are getting him sorted, and things will eventually be okay again. Until the next clever idea his hormone-addled brain comes up with.
But for now, he's asleep, there is fic, and for anyone who cares, my first fanfic, "Summer" is also being posted out on fanfiction dot net. It's in the Buffyverse, and very much a documentary instead of a story. And has more angst than you can shake a stick at. But it has its moments. And it's part of why I had the revelation earlier that I was going down the same blind alley with "In Loco Parentis," and I really didn't have to. I don't need to account for a whole summer's worth of time. I can tell the story I need to tell here much more quickly than that. And maybe write something later in the timeline, well, Later. When I have another story that needs telling with the material.
Yeah I know. Duh. But in my defense, it has been a very long week.
Thanks to Everyone who offered hugs and words of support for me and my Wee Hob. He is starting to settle down, though he is still doing goofy things that make no rational sense. He got suspended from school on Wednesday for having a paring knife in his backpack. He didn't threaten anyone or seem to have any plan for its use, but he'd apparently had it the previous day and "accidentally" let it fall out where other kids he knew disliked him would see it. Of course they told. Of course he hadn't taken it out overnight. He wanted to be caught, on some level.
But the three days with his godparents have done him a world of good, and he sees Dr. Wolfe next week. He is starting to talk about things that are bothering him. He said yesterday, "I know in my head it wasn't your fault, but when you stopped coming to visit me, I felt really hurt and angry." He's been carrying that around for about 5 years, since the court took away my visitation rights in the middle of all its other dirty tricks. I've had him back now for 3. And there are other things further back he has cause to be hurt and angry about. I think one of the things making him so irrational here is that he doesn't really Know why he feels the way he does.
But we love him, we are getting him sorted, and things will eventually be okay again. Until the next clever idea his hormone-addled brain comes up with.
But for now, he's asleep, there is fic, and for anyone who cares, my first fanfic, "Summer" is also being posted out on fanfiction dot net. It's in the Buffyverse, and very much a documentary instead of a story. And has more angst than you can shake a stick at. But it has its moments. And it's part of why I had the revelation earlier that I was going down the same blind alley with "In Loco Parentis," and I really didn't have to. I don't need to account for a whole summer's worth of time. I can tell the story I need to tell here much more quickly than that. And maybe write something later in the timeline, well, Later. When I have another story that needs telling with the material.
Yeah I know. Duh. But in my defense, it has been a very long week.
As the Wee Hobgoblinn turns
Jan. 27th, 2008 10:58 pmMost of my posts about my wee hob are funny, or at least tongue in cheek. I love my boy and I am usually inordinately proud of him. He is a lad of life, an imp of fame, and a blessing.
( Today, I still love my son. But he has made some very, very bad choices recently, and they came home to roost today. )
So, a miserable, draining day that could only have been made worse had death or dismemberment been involved. But I am so thankful for his godparents, and my other friends both near, and here.
( Today, I still love my son. But he has made some very, very bad choices recently, and they came home to roost today. )
So, a miserable, draining day that could only have been made worse had death or dismemberment been involved. But I am so thankful for his godparents, and my other friends both near, and here.
End of Nano - Final Count, Final Thoughts
Nov. 30th, 2007 10:26 pmWell, that's a wrap. Maybe if I were home, I would be in a quiet space and I could get a few more words on the month. But no. This is better. I have made a new friend. Wee Hob has been written into the friend's novel as a mud-encrusted Druid who just got knocked in the head for I know not what reason. And I am listening to some surprisingly good blues guitar and harmonica. I have beta'ed a story I've been meaning to get to for several days. I have chatted with a friend in Manchester England. I have drunk a celebratory beer and an obscene amount of coffee. And you know what? I think I want to do it again. Soon.
Writing really is addictive. Makes you feel kind of powerful, when it all goes right. Like when I write a program and I suddenly just *see* how to solve whatever the problem is-- when things just click into place. It does require effort, and making the ground ready, and yes, an inordinate amount of whining at times. But when things click-- it's all worth it.
Congratulations to all on my f-list who were writing this month, in whatever capacity. Take some time to pat yourself on the back, whether you accomplished all you planned or not. If you tried, and struggled even one hour, you did something amazing, and there's a little slice of a world, of lives, of truth about the way we are, that all exist because you poured a little of your soul out for it. Take a moment to savor that.
And thanks to all the readers on my list, particularly the ones who take the time to leave comments for all those writer types. Your efforts are like rain on parched earth, giving writers that little boost when they need it to keep going. You are a necessary and integral part of the process, and I honor you for it.
I am entirely too philosophical tonight. Not sure if it's the mix of low light, beer (only one over an hour ago), waaay too much coffee, waaay too little sleep this month, and jammin' blues. But whatever. I'll go with it. Here's the final nano meter for this year:
Tomorrow, while wee hob is serving time at Saturday School (his history grade is now a 42. Not quite the Nine (9) it was earlier, but down a bit from the 88 he had brought it up to. He is falling into the bad habit of "losing" his homework again. Sad thing is-- he does it at school. In his Learning Strategies Class. There's really no excuse for losing it walking the length of half a hallway to his locker...) I will take stock of my stories and start editing them. Probably the sequel to "Lost Boys" first, as I'd like to get that one done by Christmas. Then last year's Nano Novel (heygillo). Last year, I was writing every day well into February-- I'd like to extend that streak a bit if possible.
Good night, congratulations and hugs to all. I raise my glass to you. (Has coffee in it, at the moment.....)
Writing really is addictive. Makes you feel kind of powerful, when it all goes right. Like when I write a program and I suddenly just *see* how to solve whatever the problem is-- when things just click into place. It does require effort, and making the ground ready, and yes, an inordinate amount of whining at times. But when things click-- it's all worth it.
Congratulations to all on my f-list who were writing this month, in whatever capacity. Take some time to pat yourself on the back, whether you accomplished all you planned or not. If you tried, and struggled even one hour, you did something amazing, and there's a little slice of a world, of lives, of truth about the way we are, that all exist because you poured a little of your soul out for it. Take a moment to savor that.
And thanks to all the readers on my list, particularly the ones who take the time to leave comments for all those writer types. Your efforts are like rain on parched earth, giving writers that little boost when they need it to keep going. You are a necessary and integral part of the process, and I honor you for it.
I am entirely too philosophical tonight. Not sure if it's the mix of low light, beer (only one over an hour ago), waaay too much coffee, waaay too little sleep this month, and jammin' blues. But whatever. I'll go with it. Here's the final nano meter for this year:
Tomorrow, while wee hob is serving time at Saturday School (his history grade is now a 42. Not quite the Nine (9) it was earlier, but down a bit from the 88 he had brought it up to. He is falling into the bad habit of "losing" his homework again. Sad thing is-- he does it at school. In his Learning Strategies Class. There's really no excuse for losing it walking the length of half a hallway to his locker...) I will take stock of my stories and start editing them. Probably the sequel to "Lost Boys" first, as I'd like to get that one done by Christmas. Then last year's Nano Novel (hey
gillo). Last year, I was writing every day well into February-- I'd like to extend that streak a bit if possible.Good night, congratulations and hugs to all. I raise my glass to you. (Has coffee in it, at the moment.....)
Another Write-in Sun Nov 18, 2-4pm EST
Nov. 18th, 2007 09:18 amOddly, Wee Hob asked me this morning when we could go to another write in. Apparently snacks and a quiet place to play his game for research were not terrible yesterday. So we will be at Bruegger's Bagels in Clifton this afternoon to meet some other local wrimos. Official time is 2-4pm, but we will probably be there by 1 EST. Assuming there's an aim connection, anyone out there who wants to check in, please feel free.
And I should shower more often (not that I don't shower enough now....) because this morning I got the flash of a scene I can write today. I'm off now to the Ft Thomas Starbucks with Wee Hob to kill time and words until CCD at 11. Happy writing to all.
Oh-- here's Wee Hob's novel synopsis: "A group of boys get sucked into another world by Giant Spiders."
I can't wait to read it.
And I should shower more often (not that I don't shower enough now....) because this morning I got the flash of a scene I can write today. I'm off now to the Ft Thomas Starbucks with Wee Hob to kill time and words until CCD at 11. Happy writing to all.
Oh-- here's Wee Hob's novel synopsis: "A group of boys get sucked into another world by Giant Spiders."
I can't wait to read it.
Well, I got more scenes of my new idea written, still filling in the beginning more than trying to forge ahead, or anywhere else. Cool, though. And I have this to report. Remember a few weeks back, I reported Wee Hob was making a 9 in History? That would be, yes, a Nine, as in the number 91 less than 100. He got his grades today, and mirabile dictu, he has an 88! I am quite proud of the lad. And his lowest grade, a 72, while a D in this district's scale, is apparently more missing homework driven than ability. His teachers all pretty much adore him, even the one who has him for that lowest grade. We all agreed they have my permission to "kick his butt" when he needs it. And he seemed pleased to hear how much they like him and want him to do well. His new meds seem to be settling him a bit, too, thought it's too soon to say for sure.
And the obligatory word widget from the lovelyantennapedia:
17,580 / 50,000
(35.2%)
I'm set to have a virtual write in Saturday afternoon withclavally-- my plan is to be at the Panera in Crestview Hills, KY from 3-5, and available online for anyone who wants to chat and distract me. My aim id is currently on my profile page. Join the fun.
Good night to all, and hugs to all writers, nano or otherwise, on my f-list.
Hob
And the obligatory word widget from the lovely
antennapedia:17,580 / 50,000
(35.2%)
I'm set to have a virtual write in Saturday afternoon with
clavally-- my plan is to be at the Panera in Crestview Hills, KY from 3-5, and available online for anyone who wants to chat and distract me. My aim id is currently on my profile page. Join the fun.Good night to all, and hugs to all writers, nano or otherwise, on my f-list.
Hob
Hobgoblinn's nocturnal adventures
Oct. 20th, 2007 01:49 pmWell, last night I managed to finish "Lost Boys." I still need a final line, but the content is there; it goes where I wanted it to. The word "Hoover" does not begin to convey the suckage of the piece, of course, but that may because of the conditions under which the variant versions of Ch14, in variant points of view, were welded together. I spent the night with the Scouts at a local sports complex, overseeing a lock-in event. We had about 40 boys there-- our troop plus a few Webelos who will be crossing over to our troop in the spring. I got home at 6 this morning and woke up at 1:00 this afternoon. We have a huge troop.
I kept myself awake (who am I kidding? The guys did that) by fetching them pitchers of soft drinks in the bar and writing while they were out on the climbing wall, the aeroball court (a kind of basketball/ volleyball played on 4 individual trampolines by 4 players separated by mesh netting walls), the indoor soccer field, the pool, the basketball court, the kid tunnels. Wee hob didn't start to fade until about 5:30-- he was bouncing around with his pals all night having a great time. I actually was okay until about 3, when I realized I had lost the facility for coherent thought. That's when I put away my computer....
Anyway, I'm not happy with Ch12, but if I can't get the spots smoothed out by day's end, I'll probably post it anyway. That was a mean cliffhanger and I don't want to leave it too long. It's really just a couple of paragraphs I don't like the sound of, but nothing better is coming to mind.
How's your weekend going?
I kept myself awake (who am I kidding? The guys did that) by fetching them pitchers of soft drinks in the bar and writing while they were out on the climbing wall, the aeroball court (a kind of basketball/ volleyball played on 4 individual trampolines by 4 players separated by mesh netting walls), the indoor soccer field, the pool, the basketball court, the kid tunnels. Wee hob didn't start to fade until about 5:30-- he was bouncing around with his pals all night having a great time. I actually was okay until about 3, when I realized I had lost the facility for coherent thought. That's when I put away my computer....
Anyway, I'm not happy with Ch12, but if I can't get the spots smoothed out by day's end, I'll probably post it anyway. That was a mean cliffhanger and I don't want to leave it too long. It's really just a couple of paragraphs I don't like the sound of, but nothing better is coming to mind.
How's your weekend going?
Oh my. Lots of people I have never heard of have left me comments and friended me today. I just have a couple of minutes before I have to take Wee Hob to Boy Scouts, but I wanted to say a quick welcome and thanks to everyone for now, with the promise to respond individually later.
And, I will rectify this on the posts later and certainly on the headers in the second half, but I have been very remiss in not recognizing Wee Hob as listening beta extraordinare for Lost Boys.
He can't spell so well yet (he's not allowed to use naughty words, in fact, until he Can spell them correctly. The F word also will require from him 2 feet of parchment on the socio-linguistic- political-anthropological, etc. origins of the word.) But he listened to me read all this stuff aloud, some sections more than once. I caught more mistakes, repeated words, and stupid phrasings that way than all my lovely betas have, combined. If anyone wants to leave Wee Hob a comment here telling him how awesome he is, I'll read them to him tomorrow after school.
Um, yeah. I better get going. But-- thanks, everybody.
Hob
And, I will rectify this on the posts later and certainly on the headers in the second half, but I have been very remiss in not recognizing Wee Hob as listening beta extraordinare for Lost Boys.
He can't spell so well yet (he's not allowed to use naughty words, in fact, until he Can spell them correctly. The F word also will require from him 2 feet of parchment on the socio-linguistic- political-anthropological, etc. origins of the word.) But he listened to me read all this stuff aloud, some sections more than once. I caught more mistakes, repeated words, and stupid phrasings that way than all my lovely betas have, combined. If anyone wants to leave Wee Hob a comment here telling him how awesome he is, I'll read them to him tomorrow after school.
Um, yeah. I better get going. But-- thanks, everybody.
Hob
Just a quick note to share the wonderful poem penwiper26 wrote my wee hobgoblinn, on the occasion of his decision to switch from percussion (whack people with large sticks when band teacher isn't looking) to trumpet. Why trumpet, you ask? Well, there's only 1 trumpet player in 7th grade band, and it's his new best friend. And there are somehow 10 percussionists this year. And they have to learn the xylophone (bell kit) this year, which he does not want to do.
But the most important reason? "It seems like it will be easier, because there's only 3 notes."
Yeah. Go enjoy the poem. And watch this space for music updates as reality and fantasy meet....
penwiper26 wrote my wee hobgoblinn, on the occasion of his decision to switch from percussion (whack people with large sticks when band teacher isn't looking) to trumpet. Why trumpet, you ask? Well, there's only 1 trumpet player in 7th grade band, and it's his new best friend. And there are somehow 10 percussionists this year. And they have to learn the xylophone (bell kit) this year, which he does not want to do.But the most important reason? "It seems like it will be easier, because there's only 3 notes."
Yeah. Go enjoy the poem. And watch this space for music updates as reality and fantasy meet....
Literary Criticism from 12 year olds
Aug. 17th, 2007 11:23 amSome wisdom out of the mouth of the disgruntled pre teen....
It seems that Wee Hob has a book to read before school starts. I haven't pushed him on it hard this summer because he actually HAS been reading a different book his godmother lent him: Support Your Local Wizard by Diane Duane. The fact that he was reading anything all on his own, by his choice, was just too cool for me to interfere. He has ADHD and other educational issues, but his Reading and Writing teacher recommended he be moved to a regular class in the fall. So he'll have to work a little harder to keep up. Which brings us back to the summer reading he is absolutely refusing to do.
Okay, I get that the book is not about magic or wizards or dragons. It's The Color of My Words by Lynn Joseph. Here's what's wrong with it. according to our young critic (who knows this from being forced to read the back cover):
It's about a girl. Girls are boring. (before I got too happy about this, he clarified that girls find boring things interesting and they talk about them. Endlessly.)
It probably has stupid people in it. Like the Nazis. (I had mentioned another summer reading Number the Stars, which also has a girl protagonist, as an example of a non boring book about a girl, and he said that one was boring because the bad guys were so stupid. "You can't get much stupider than Nazis.")
That's about the end of the criticisms so far. The others are more centered on the general unfairness of my making him get up this morning, bothering him about reading the boring book in the first place, making him clean his room before he can have friends over or get a bike, etc.
That's what's going on in this realm. That and still reading (but also starting to write) some HP genfic.
How are you?
Hob
ETA: I have just been informed there's also Poetry in the book. Bad poetry. I can see this is going to be an uphill battle.....
It seems that Wee Hob has a book to read before school starts. I haven't pushed him on it hard this summer because he actually HAS been reading a different book his godmother lent him: Support Your Local Wizard by Diane Duane. The fact that he was reading anything all on his own, by his choice, was just too cool for me to interfere. He has ADHD and other educational issues, but his Reading and Writing teacher recommended he be moved to a regular class in the fall. So he'll have to work a little harder to keep up. Which brings us back to the summer reading he is absolutely refusing to do.
Okay, I get that the book is not about magic or wizards or dragons. It's The Color of My Words by Lynn Joseph. Here's what's wrong with it. according to our young critic (who knows this from being forced to read the back cover):
It's about a girl. Girls are boring. (before I got too happy about this, he clarified that girls find boring things interesting and they talk about them. Endlessly.)
It probably has stupid people in it. Like the Nazis. (I had mentioned another summer reading Number the Stars, which also has a girl protagonist, as an example of a non boring book about a girl, and he said that one was boring because the bad guys were so stupid. "You can't get much stupider than Nazis.")
That's about the end of the criticisms so far. The others are more centered on the general unfairness of my making him get up this morning, bothering him about reading the boring book in the first place, making him clean his room before he can have friends over or get a bike, etc.
That's what's going on in this realm. That and still reading (but also starting to write) some HP genfic.
How are you?
Hob
ETA: I have just been informed there's also Poetry in the book. Bad poetry. I can see this is going to be an uphill battle.....
wee hobgoblin adventures in art
May. 9th, 2007 07:03 pmSo tonight, wee hobgoblinn decides hot dogs are going to be dinner. He nukes the first one, then decides it lacks something in the way of presentation. But, being a wee hobgoblinn, he has a plan.
He takes some toothpicks and sticks them into the hotdog, creating for it front and back legs, a tail and ears and nose. Then, he decides his Nana in Texas needs to see his creation, but, being old, she may not know exactly what it's supposed to be. He knows this because I came up while he was working and said, "What is That?" Yes, I am old, too. But again, he has a plan.
He writes the word "PUPPEY" on a card. I point out that the final "E" is customarily left off. He glowers darkly at me, then brightens and says, "Good. I didn't think the word would fit in the picture." He rewrites the word and places it in front of the plate on which his masterpiece rests, then hauls out the disposable camera and shoots a couple of pictures. (Sorry I'm not more technologically advanced, or you could see, too. Or maybe I'm not sorry-- this might end up on YouTube or something, knowing him.)
He then announces, as he devours his now toothpick-free puppy, that when he grows up he wants to be an artist and make stuff out of food you don't eat. He relates an elaborate and somewhat hard to follow plan involving a dog chasing a rabid bunny rabbit. Or perhaps vice versa. He plans to use whipped cream for the simulation of rabies.
And you are probably sitting back and saying, "Boy. There's a kid who really doesn't want to do his homework!" And you would be right.
Here endeth the lesson.
(In other news, I survived the house full of 12 year olds this weekend for the birthday celebration for WH, and work is still going wonderfully well now.)
He takes some toothpicks and sticks them into the hotdog, creating for it front and back legs, a tail and ears and nose. Then, he decides his Nana in Texas needs to see his creation, but, being old, she may not know exactly what it's supposed to be. He knows this because I came up while he was working and said, "What is That?" Yes, I am old, too. But again, he has a plan.
He writes the word "PUPPEY" on a card. I point out that the final "E" is customarily left off. He glowers darkly at me, then brightens and says, "Good. I didn't think the word would fit in the picture." He rewrites the word and places it in front of the plate on which his masterpiece rests, then hauls out the disposable camera and shoots a couple of pictures. (Sorry I'm not more technologically advanced, or you could see, too. Or maybe I'm not sorry-- this might end up on YouTube or something, knowing him.)
He then announces, as he devours his now toothpick-free puppy, that when he grows up he wants to be an artist and make stuff out of food you don't eat. He relates an elaborate and somewhat hard to follow plan involving a dog chasing a rabid bunny rabbit. Or perhaps vice versa. He plans to use whipped cream for the simulation of rabies.
And you are probably sitting back and saying, "Boy. There's a kid who really doesn't want to do his homework!" And you would be right.
Here endeth the lesson.
(In other news, I survived the house full of 12 year olds this weekend for the birthday celebration for WH, and work is still going wonderfully well now.)
Actually, that's not strictly true. The IT guys have had a very unfun past couple of days, too. Those fast moving storms that raced through the Midwest on Wednesday night? Yeah. They generated a direct lightning strike on our building. Fried some switches, among other things. One thing I've learned? The level of backup in this place is scary to say the least. Not to mention the amount of bailing wire and chewing gum holding the systems together....
I got in at 7:30 Thursday morning, worked for about 2 hours, and then we were down for the rest of the day. No way to get to my files on the server, no way to get to the Internet. Just a lot of sitting around or amusing ourselves with whatever happened to be on our local machines. I had a copy of part 1 of "Through a Glass" printed out to send to my mom, (who is not at all wired, shall we say) and shared it with a couple of co-workers. They liked it. I taught myself a little about how to use BBEdit, the text editor on my Macbook-- very cool. I read a few pages (all I can do at one sitting) of the Perl bible: Programming Perl. "The Camel book," they call it. O'Reilly-- you have to love that company, if only for all the cool animals they put on the cover of their programming language books.
Today was better. We were only down for about half the morning. Of course, everything that should have gotten done yesterday was backlogged, on top of everything needed today. Got home to find wee hob in a very pissy mood. I'm hoping the Great Big Sea cd I just burned and am playing at an aggressively cheerful volume in here will cheer the lad up. No recess most of the week due to weather, and he had to work Hard all day and he is bored and he hates being a slave. God, what I wouldn't give to not be 11 again. He turns 12 tomorrow. I'm sure that will make a huge difference.
Okay, time for clothes folding now. Wee hob really wants to go to the library and can't until chores are done.....
Happy evening to all.
Hob
I got in at 7:30 Thursday morning, worked for about 2 hours, and then we were down for the rest of the day. No way to get to my files on the server, no way to get to the Internet. Just a lot of sitting around or amusing ourselves with whatever happened to be on our local machines. I had a copy of part 1 of "Through a Glass" printed out to send to my mom, (who is not at all wired, shall we say) and shared it with a couple of co-workers. They liked it. I taught myself a little about how to use BBEdit, the text editor on my Macbook-- very cool. I read a few pages (all I can do at one sitting) of the Perl bible: Programming Perl. "The Camel book," they call it. O'Reilly-- you have to love that company, if only for all the cool animals they put on the cover of their programming language books.
Today was better. We were only down for about half the morning. Of course, everything that should have gotten done yesterday was backlogged, on top of everything needed today. Got home to find wee hob in a very pissy mood. I'm hoping the Great Big Sea cd I just burned and am playing at an aggressively cheerful volume in here will cheer the lad up. No recess most of the week due to weather, and he had to work Hard all day and he is bored and he hates being a slave. God, what I wouldn't give to not be 11 again. He turns 12 tomorrow. I'm sure that will make a huge difference.
Okay, time for clothes folding now. Wee hob really wants to go to the library and can't until chores are done.....
Happy evening to all.
Hob
I have two ideas for stories-- one for Antenna's Rupertus Domesticus, and one a prompt I posted to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
tenyearsofbuffy and then started having specific scenes come to me about it. Plus the Nano novel thing. But not a lot of writing, or anything else, got done this week. Partially too busy, partially feeling really terrible about something which may or may not have been my fault. Depression and guilt-- the cornerstones of the hobgoblinn work ethic.
( warning: personal life stuff, boring and depressing... )
Anyway, I hope to get some music and some writing and some cleaning done this weekend. I've got a consultation with a former co-worker and bride to be-- I'm singing her wedding next month. And I hope to catch up on reading everyone else's journals. If there's something anyone really wanted to make sure I saw and commented on, please do let me know.
Hob
tenyearsofbuffy and then started having specific scenes come to me about it. Plus the Nano novel thing. But not a lot of writing, or anything else, got done this week. Partially too busy, partially feeling really terrible about something which may or may not have been my fault. Depression and guilt-- the cornerstones of the hobgoblinn work ethic.( warning: personal life stuff, boring and depressing... )
Anyway, I hope to get some music and some writing and some cleaning done this weekend. I've got a consultation with a former co-worker and bride to be-- I'm singing her wedding next month. And I hope to catch up on reading everyone else's journals. If there's something anyone really wanted to make sure I saw and commented on, please do let me know.
Hob
Final word count for the day... 3122
Nov. 18th, 2006 08:19 pmCheck it out (total for the month):
11,613 / 50,000
(23.2%)
I don't want to inflict any more than I already have today. But I'm quite proud of the effort. Part of the count was a better outline of what needs to happen. But only about 300 or so words-- kind of neglible really, given this total.
Also, why can I come up with good and even reasonably structurally appropriate/ suggestive section titles, but the overarching story/ novel titles suck like great big sucky things? (i.e. Summer) Why??
Here are the three sections for this newest effort, in case they inspire anyone to comment:
A Watcher's Life
Mother and Child
One Girl in All the World
And Small Scout returned home, full of horsemanship lore and excitement, and only the minor injuries and near misses you might expect. He knows how to groom a horse, and slow it down when it gallops, even if he didn't particularly Want to use the latter skill.... And, huh-- looks like he's crashed on the couch. Better go tuck the little cowpoke in bed....
goodnight, all.
Hob
11,613 / 50,000
(23.2%)
I don't want to inflict any more than I already have today. But I'm quite proud of the effort. Part of the count was a better outline of what needs to happen. But only about 300 or so words-- kind of neglible really, given this total.
Also, why can I come up with good and even reasonably structurally appropriate/ suggestive section titles, but the overarching story/ novel titles suck like great big sucky things? (i.e. Summer) Why??
Here are the three sections for this newest effort, in case they inspire anyone to comment:
A Watcher's Life
Mother and Child
One Girl in All the World
And Small Scout returned home, full of horsemanship lore and excitement, and only the minor injuries and near misses you might expect. He knows how to groom a horse, and slow it down when it gallops, even if he didn't particularly Want to use the latter skill.... And, huh-- looks like he's crashed on the couch. Better go tuck the little cowpoke in bed....
goodnight, all.
Hob
