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25 March 2010 @ 06:07 pm
Eh. *spreads empty hands*  
Yeah. For anyone whose wondering about In Amnion this week... *shakes head* I actually did write something last night, but it's off at the betas, and Ayashi always has crazy weekends, so I have a feeling we're gonna have to give this one a skip. I'm really disappointed, 'cause I was so pleased with the roll I was on, but it's been an absolutely horrendous week. Between work (getting turned down for a supervisor position not because I don't have the skills, but because I don't play the right social and political games) and family (five-way party line arguement with relatives on Tuesday evening-- fun! *grits teeth*). Incidentally, Tuesday is usually my writing night-- it's like they know.

I'm more than a little incoherent right now, especially considering the fact I'm gonna have to hop back into the fray tomorrow for the start of my fun 4x10 work week. I wish I worked for a top-secret extra-government agency that hunted aliens, 'cause then it wouldn't matter that my boss thinks I'm "intelligent, polite and competent, but too socially akward for a management roll." Also, my twenty one year-old cousin does not need a concealed carry permit. I don't care if he passed the certification test and paid for his gun, no twenty one year-old male civilian needs to go around packing. This is Ohio, not a combat zone. I am a firm believer in the right to bear arms, but this is sheer lunacy.

To the Judge who signed his permit: Thank you for your massive failure. Were you somehow unable to perceive that he is not mentally or emotionally prepared for the responsibilty that comes with the firearm? This is now officially making every familial dispute ten times worse.

Sorry for all the bitching. I just... I have to keep it together for everyone else around here-- help keep the peace so this doesn't descend into category of 'bloody massacre'.

*assumes a Zen pose* It's all in the breathing, right? Right.

Your regularly scheduled fanfiction will return next week, same bat time, same bat channel. Cross my heart. I hope to keep you guys interested!

In the mean time, please help yourself to same Jack and/or Ianto shaped cookies. *patented Harkness leer*
-Meredith
 
 
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The Band Plays:: "S.H.E."-- by IAMX
 
 
 
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Meredith Bronwen Mallory: kissmegarnettrees on March 27th, 2010 05:55 am (UTC)
*hugs back* Thank you. I needed that. ^_^
doves_wing: Sherlock 1doves_wing on March 27th, 2010 04:55 am (UTC)
Aw, I'm sorry. I hope your week (rest of month? :\) improves!
Meredith Bronwen Mallory: uhuragarnettrees on March 27th, 2010 05:56 am (UTC)
You're very sweet. Thank you-- I'm keeping my fingers crossed and hoping to attract good karma!
-Meredith
captannecaptanne on March 30th, 2010 07:15 pm (UTC)
Oh, great. Now I'm completely torn between wishing all the best and sending some extra Karma points I had lying around your way. (Steps aside and puts Karma Points in the Virtual Mail to you.....)

There, that done, I can now lapse into my own selfish hopes that you're able to update with this week's instsallment because I'm experiencing "OMG What's going to happen?!" withdrawal.

It's a very unpleasant feeling, I might add.

Not quite as bad as contemplating ~eating my own heart~ (really?) but still.....

[hee, all the best, MBM, hope all settles down to a dull roar for you.]
Meredith Bronwen Mallory: ohiknowgarnettrees on March 31st, 2010 05:02 am (UTC)
(Steps aside and puts Karma Points in the Virtual Mail to you.....)
You're sweet. Karma points, I could definitely use. Especially in the customer service business. ^_~

I promise I'll have this coming Thursday's post up, come hell or high water. I don't like missing a week, either-- I worry about losing momentum. But it's ever so nice to know that people are still interested! And I'm such a feedback junkie, I go through withdrawl. *winks*

A dull roar would be lovely, thanks. *glares at her relatives* You'd think there was a war on around here!
-Meredith

Edited at 2010-03-31 05:05 am (UTC)
(Anonymous) on March 31st, 2010 05:21 am (UTC)
A Romanian Club Med. (Really?)
Oh, could we swap dysfunctional family stories?! Please? We're Welsh and Scottish. Where to begin? Shall I relate the time that my cousin (an Inglis) brought home a Czechoslovakian defector who'd been an extra in the film Amadeus -- she met him at a Romanian Club Med -- When they got home to Boston, he borrowed her ancient brown Mercedes station wagon to "Zee Amerika" and was promptly clonked over the head by a teenage transvestite hitchhiker who then stole the car never to be heard from again.

At your leisure, please parse that story clause by clause and I defy you not to laugh. Aaaand? It's all true. :-\
captannecaptanne on March 31st, 2010 05:22 am (UTC)
Re: A Romanian Club Med. (Really?)
Oops, that was me. I neglected to log in before I posted.
Meredith Bronwen Mallory: ineedadrinkgarnettrees on April 1st, 2010 03:51 am (UTC)
Re: A Romanian Club Med. (Really?)
Oh, could we swap dysfunctional family stories?! Please? We're Welsh and Scottish.
Absolutely! I think your Czech defector story trumps anything I have for overall hysterics, but my family is Jewish and Irish Catholic (yes, you heard me ^^;;;) and the overall snark level is ridiculous. People always asked me, "How did your parents make that work, growing up?" and I say, "They didn't. They're divorced." ^__^

a Czechoslovakian defector who'd been an extra in the film Amadeus
See, you've already got me, there. That sounds like the opening line of a joke, but the whole story is just so much better. You should write a book.

I guess my trump story would have to be the funeral for my Great Aunt Pearl. We started the wake with a respectful mix of Catholic ritual and Jewish Shiva (Pearl was Catholic, but some of her kids chose Judaism, and my mom's whole family is Jewish save for my grandfather). It ended with five old ladies (Great Aunts Stella, Esther, Ruth, Opal and Ruby) shouting at each other in the middle of a suburban street and throwing their shoes, while my grandmother and I sat on the sewer drain and shook our heads. Said my grandmother, "This is *so* ghetto". I kid you not.

It's good to know that I'm not the only one who has to share genetic material with crazy people. ^_~
-Meredith
captannecaptanne on April 1st, 2010 06:19 am (UTC)
Re: A Romanian Club Med. (Really?)

Okay, how about the time I was sixteen years old and my 26 year old sister called the house on a rotary pay phone and said, "I've followed the Tequila and Cocaine addicted boyfriend (who had only the day before fallen asleep AT TABLE during Thanksgiving dinner -- head in mashed potatoes, I kid you not-) to Memphis." "Er. Memphis? Tennessee?!" "Yes. I flew here." "Oookay...." "I only have enough money to come home. I don't have anything for a cab home!" [she starts to cry hysterically] "Sis! What? What do I do?!" "Okay, I need you to meet me at the airport. Get the car from Dad. Don't tell him what you need it for or why you need to borrow it." "Sis? It's 11 at night now. I only just got my license. You want me to what?!" "Get the car or you don't love me. I'll hate you forever. I neeeeeed you!"

So, bewildered, I walked into the living room. I said, "Dad? I know I just got my license two days ago and it's 11pm and I can't tell you why but......May I have the car, please?"

I think I had that baffled "My life is so frickin' weird" look that Ianto gets sometimes.

Needless to say, I told Dad what was going on. We went and got my SisterFail! at the airport and, on the way home, she hissed at me like Linda Blair in The Exorcist, "I really hate you. I'll never trust you again. Ever."

Le sigh.


































captannecaptanne on April 1st, 2010 06:24 am (UTC)
Re: A Romanian Club Med. (Really?)
Honestly, being a member of my family is like being in a Woody Allen film of JD Salinger's Glass family. Mix crazy Celtic Welsh people -- alcoholics to a person -- and crazy Gaelic Scots people --Scotch drinkin' caber wielding nutjobs -- and you're bound to get some stories that will last for a long, long time. And never, ever lose their hilarity. :-)