caudelac: (wistful)
Copied from One Post Wonder, which is not public:

Last year I had five. Five is a good number, a Dust to Dust number. A solid state number. And whaddya know, I even kept most of them. So let's try that again, plus one:

1. Make some small amount of money from something creative-- writing, illuminations, whatever.
2. No really, get Quintessence of Dust LLC incorporated.
3. Do Yoga or DDR more. This includes, necessarily, actually taking my advair every day.
4. Drastically reduce impulse purchases.
5. Organize Dat House like woah.
6. Less paying attention to devices, more paying attention to Baby.

Solid state, home slices. Also, I didn't include supporting B's writing this year, because it is not something I need to remember, or that I might not do. It is of ambient importance. Like dat baby.

Stupid devices.
caudelac: (*hugs*)
2014 Resolutions:

1) write something I care about besides Yuletide and DtD -- check. Also, didn't do Yuletide this year, so... yeah.
2) support B's writing and help him with a personal freelance website -- part the first, check. Part the second: in progress.
3) Incorporate Quintessence of Dust LLC (this is a gaming company for our IPs, mostly) -- not yet accomplished, though some steps taken.
4) Make changes to better support a) affording the life we want and b) not hating what I do. -- OMG SO ACCOMPLISHED.
5) Read more. -- check.

This is probably the best year I've had for resolutions, so I think 5 will be a good number when I make them in a few days.

Lessee... this year had new baby, new job, new state, brief apartment, new house, and all that comes with that. So glad to have the week off to be in FL with the parents, who are so glad to have all this baby time. Tomorrow, hopefully the weather will be nice enough to go to the beach.

A happy new year to all of you out there, and here.
caudelac: (standing out in a crowd.)
Let's see.

I got married in January, to [livejournal.com profile] shieldhaven. This was very very good. We went to Venice and Rome. That was also good.

I did a tarot reading which suggested I would discover I was pregnant in June.

Lo, I discovered I was pregnant in June.

I changed jobs at the beginning of 2013, then again in May. Uptrades, mostly, each time.

I wrote very little, though gaming has been much more of a Thing. We completed another season of Dust to Dust. I started a new Eclipse character.

We bought a house in July.

Shieldhaven got laid off in October. We're working on plans for an LLC to support making games for certain IPs of ours, since the overhead's fairly low, and may as well.

Shieldhaven and I both turned 32.

I reconciled with an old friend I hadn't spoken to in years, and we're on okay terms now.

We had Christmas with both sets of our parents here in NC, and it was really quite nice!

I am now 33 1/2 weeks pregnant. We are naming the boy William Miles Vance Stoddard, and calling him Miles. He is very wriggly. I am finding it nearly impossible to get comfortable anywhere, and as a result, am working from home a lot. I am still quite unreasonable and prone to violent expressions of hatred, though mostly kept internal, and certainly not directed at my husband, who is about as wonderful and attentive and awesome and patient as one could hope for a spouse to be. I am delighted to be getting used to this.

Tonight, Shieldhaven is running a Birthright game for me, and I am eating a pomegranate and all is really quite well, for right now, this moment.

Love to all of you out there, and here.
caudelac: (Goodwitch)
I got a lovely Labyrinth Fic!! Hooray!

Merry Christmas to all of you out there, and here.
caudelac: (l'ordinateur)
...So that old man's cross with me, I imagine.

I have numerous things to write.
I am leaving my job and starting a new one when the year begins, because damned if I'll sit about feeling like... well, the Very Useful Wrench in a drawer where folks are fumbling about looking for exactly said Wrench, but don't actually know what it looks like, so never use it properly.
And I ought to order gifts for my parentals. The family kids all have their gifts bought, I just have to send them.

And for some reason, my headvoice is terribly overformal right now. Perhaps because we watched the King's Speech last night, and LORD, the royal accent is appalling.

xoxo,
Rabbit
caudelac: (corbineau)
I did little but have wukr and stomach drama yesterday, but still! Happy Lammastide, if you're into that, and I'll get back to wukr and yes...

hm, it is a lotus blossom day.
caudelac: (bliss.)
Yup, I love Valentines Day.

Tonight, [livejournal.com profile] shieldhaven and I are going to Vin Rouge for dinner, which is happy. I gave him the gift of OMG wtf huge handmade tome (still in progress... too big to hide, but the intention was a surprise), and he gave me Deus Ex: Human Revolution. And something else, apparently, but I dunno what yet. Intrigue!

I am such a lucky Rabbit, to have a [livejournal.com profile] shieldhaven! Best lover ever!

Happy Chaucer Day and love to all of you out there. I squoze.
caudelac: (Goodwitch)
So! I got a marvellous Echo Bazzar fic, How To Be Silent in Five Fallen Cities, wherein the Quiet Deviless is Delicious and performing Abstractions, which is really all I wanted, and does it with style. Really, I have to be impressed with most of the Echo Bazaar fics that are out there... I'm not really about Fandom these days, but if I were, I'd be seriously tempted, especially if most of the people write stuff as cool as my [livejournal.com profile] yuletide gift!

Speaking of Echo Bazaar, I ran a Nobilis game set at the Bazaar for Speaks and Tara & their eldest (And Angie, B, and Jen M.) last night, which seems to have gone over well. It accomplished many goals, like me actually running something in which B could play, getting to run Nobilis at all, running something that was not D&D, and being a present for Speaks. So that was awesome.

Am at B's parents' place in the ATL, and there will be People Here for Family Things in about an hour and a half. Have offered Helping Out, but unsurprisingly, being out of the way is the best way of helping. So we're doing that.

Hope you all had a merry Hanukahmas, and a lovely Yule.
caudelac: (standing out in a crowd.)
I seem to have just offered to run a one-shot of Nobilis next week.

Also, I still have to finish my [livejournal.com profile] yuletide story. Or, well, write it.

What I want to do more than anything is play with goache, or try some new pigments and make glair.

None of this is uncommon for me.
caudelac: (bliss.)
Back from Thanksgiving at B's family's farm. It was awesome and cozy and said family is wonderful; they plied us with delicious foodstuffs and now we have fig jam and scuppernong wine and all the peanuts and pecans ever. I mean it, all of them. I don't think there's any more in the world.

/hyperbole.

Now we are home, and have acquired a small tree for the table, and it is lit and decorated. I have done a Small Cleaning, and will do a Large Cleaning later. Or presently. But there are plans for beer and burgers this evening with friends, and that is wondrous and happy-making. We have been listening to the Chieftains and other holiday music.

All is good in the world. I hope everyone had a happy secular food holiday.

Cheers.
caudelac: (wistful)
So, I shall not post in Flander's Fields, but instead my personal favorite vet poem. (No, it's not about WWII, but still.)

Elegy for Peter
BY BRUCE WEIGL


That night we drank warm whiskey
in our parked car
beyond woods now lost to the suburbs,
I fell in love with you.

What waited was the war
like a bloody curtain,
and a righteous moment
when the lovely boy’s

spine was snapped,
then the long falling into hell.
But lately, you’ve been calling me
back through the years of bitter silence

to tell me of another river of blood
and of the highland’s
howl at dusk of human voices
blasted into ecstasy.

That night in sweet Lorain
we drank so long and hard
we raised ourselves
above the broken places,

mill fires burning
red against the sky. Why
is there is no end
to this unraveling.


Bruce Weigl, “Elegy for Peter” from Archaeology of the Circle: New and Selected Poems. Copyright © 1999 by Bruce Weigl.
caudelac: (story: that way)
The Boy and I went to Ash Wednesday service at the local Episcopalian church. It was very lovely, and I liked it quite a bit. They have a very elegant solution as to how the unbaptised should do when it's time for everyone to receive communion, without sitting in the pews by oneself feeling sheepish. I appreciated this very much, and the whole thing made me want to go to temple. I enjoy being with people who are happy and well in their faith, as it contents me well with mine.

Now I shall stop writing this, and go back to writing for Dust to Dust, which is what I ought to be doing.
caudelac: (*hugs*)
Well, that was a soft grey day of quiet mouse color.

Happy New Year to all of you out there, and here.
caudelac: (hang the stars)
And a Happy Rosh Hashana to all of you out there, and here.
caudelac: (look what's in me!)
I just had the girliest dream ever in life.

I was following about through a shopping mall after this kingly guy (played stereotypically by [livejournal.com profile] comic_monkey with a freaking Uber Beard), all in chain armor, off to slay some monsters. When I get distracted by this carousel (like they have in malls), only the horses are all real pegausi and kirin and the like. I wind up snuggled between the pair of kirin, feeding them lemons and sugar, and the mother kirin is singing 'Donught Hole' by Tori Amos and nuzzling her babies, and the girl who tends them normally is rolling her eyes and warning me that they will slobber all over me, and that they are very emo with their Tori singing ways, and then I woke up.

So yeah. Wow. Girly times whut.

In the meantime, happy Oestara/Easter/Passover/Yay!

B is sitting at his computer, reading me old 3rd edition Nero rules and looking for cool verbals. The single-use packets, that have to have a mark on them saying what spell they are terrify me. I had been told that once spell packets were made of cornstarch and tissue, but yeesh! Either way, these verbals are pretty darned awesome.

Good morning wherever you are, and here.
caudelac: (bunnyshock)
And here.

Fat Tuedsay was pretty much the Bull Mccabe Tuesday Boozeday, which is just all right with me. Also Bioshock 2, which seems to be Big Daddy vs. the communists-- amusing as hell after the first one. Nonetheless, they streamlined the game a lot, made hacking dangerous, and generally made... well, part one but more so. Which is just what I wanted, at least. Whoever is bitching about nothing real new being in the game needs to make friends with my frozen drill.

Also, Multiplayer is a hell of a lot of fun, and actually fleshes the world out more. Win.
caudelac: (smooch.)
So so, if you want to know how I feel about Valentine's day, look no further than this.

Luff/lerve/love to the lot of you, and bunches of kissy-snugglewumps.
caudelac: (Amazing!)
So, I was going to actually do the Soundtrack of the Year for this year, but it probably ought to be Soundtrack of the Decade, and will be something I do if I have time, which we'll see about.

Having fun in the Greater ATL. Adoration all around!
caudelac: (story: that way)
So, in a semi-predictable way, I did get some inspiration and in fact some aid in at least one Yuletide Madness fic-- which went far longer than I had planned, and which I only /now/ have finished, and so will not be able to upload until they open the archive for NYR fic uploads. Ah well! I'm... not entirely displeased with this one, and the recipient managed to get a comment through on the one I wrote for her, which was lovely.

In the meantime, the story I recieved, In Which Tazendra Catches a Thief, pleased and made me giggle to no end. No end, I tell you! It does the Steven Brust language quite well, and is satisfyingly Gen. Though it reminds me that I need to read the Vlad Taltos novels, in faith.

Anyway. Out I must pass. Nightall, and Happy Yuletide, Merry Christmas, and all of those swell and jolly things!
caudelac: (standing out in a crowd.)
I think my fanfic muscle is severely impaired, all sudden.

It is yuletide madness, and I look through all of the double-thousand requests, and have no inspiration whatever. Huh. Maybe what I need is a good crossover or something. Alors.

Though this year, yuletide madness is open even to people who did not sign up for [livejournal.com profile] yuletide, so if something there inspires you-- go! Fic it up!

I have a little more shopping to do to-day, and... yay! Christmas Eve!

Once again, chances are I will get struck by Ideas somewhere around 9 tonight. :D

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