The Dangerous Existence of Madame Lee

+ I had a series of extremely weird dreams last night. Ugh. Actually, I slept about 12 hours; I went to bed around 9 and woke up a little before 9 a.m.

+ Based on the same frequently-advertised RPG ad I keep finding in my inbox, I'm about to come to the conclusion that Gor is fucking stupid. (No pun intended. Mind you, I am a big fan of good clean BDSM, but I'm not into the master/slave thing except once in a blue moon.) Although I did get a good laugh out of the subject line: "Serious Gorean members for online". Uh huh huh huh huh, members. Heh heh heh m heh heh.

I'm tempted to apply for the express purpose of playing the spider plant of Gor, but somehow I don't think the GM would see the joke. Have you ever noticed how some people take their jollies way too fucking seriously?

(On the other hand, I'm sure a total stranger who came across my running commentary on everything would be like, "Wow, Lee sure thinks samurai are SRS BSNS," so who am I. Except I'm not, you know, fapping to chanbara films or anything. Never having sex again would be an entirely fair trade-off if it meant I got to do a lot of things I want to do. :D)

+ Ihara Saikaku wrote arguably some of the most lolarious literature of Tokugawa Japan. I am omgsoinlove with Tales of Samurai Honor (the title is satirical; a lot of them are about anything but). Particularly recommended: "The Hackberry House, Cursed by the Gods". Admittedly, those of you who actually look up the story (or a synopsis), read about halfway through, and are familiar with my sense of humor will break into groans of execration. Srry.

+ I HAS AN INT0RVIEW. :DDDD For a resumé I sent back in April, of all things. Still, ain't complaining! It's fairly close (on the east side of Evansville) and it's clerical. We'll see if it goes anywhere, but hell, nothing ventured nothing gained.

+ I CAN HAS UNEMPLOYMENT. It's not much, and I can only draw it for about two and a half months before my maximum allotment is up (so I have to find a job before the end of that time, no matter what it is), but hey, it does eliminate some of the immediate money worries.

+ It was so so so so so nice outside today. Sunny, but not too hot, and not humid at all. There was a good breeze blowing, too. :DDDD ♥

+ deliciouspastry has been updated, for the 1.5 of you who care about that sort of thing. momo will be glad to know that, thanks to her speshful help, I squeaked in juuust under the wire and got my fandom challenge done. I am taking a week off "assigned" fan writing to concentrate on some other projects (namely, cleaning up and posting "Kind", working on another fic tentatively titled "Penthesilea" because I have no imagination whatsoever, and t3h n0v3l). After that, God knows what'll happen.

+ I realize that nobody gives a shit about Greek mythology/Homer/classics/Trojan War fanfic, other than me, but right now that's what I feel like writing. IF PEOPLE AREN'T ON THEIR BEST BEHAVIOR, I CAN START WRITING SAMURAI FIC REAL FAST.

I'm not sure what it is about me and numbered lists, but okay.

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There was snow in the northern part of the state (apparently, since I don't tool around in northern Indiana), but nothing down here except some half-assed flurries in Sullivan, not even enough to cover the ground or anything. Nonetheless, I took my coat today, which I don't usually do this early in the winter.

I also finally caved and busted out the big guns: body lotion with shea butter. My skin is extremely dry, particularly the back of my left knee at which I have been clawing intermittently, and other people might be able to manage with less severe measures, but I can't. I actually envy these people who can manage with lighter lotions. (When I was a little kid, my skin thought it would be hilarious to develop seborrheic dermatitis and make everything that touched me hurt me, even my pajamas.) As I was telling duokinneas last year, or possibly in 2005, my descendants would be a race of skinless god-polymaths, if I were going to have any descendants.

If I hear that godawful song about the kid who wants to buy his mother a pair of shoes for Christmas so she'll look pretty when she dances with Jesus, or whatever that song is actually about, ONE MORE TIME, I cannot answer for what will happen next. It will probably involve me running amok and killing people.

Other fascinating things that have happened lately: I have purchased Christmas cards that you people can actually display without getting raised eyebrows (most of the ones I had before said things like "Joy to the fucking world!" on the front, or contained sly double entendres, or contained not-particularly-sly single entendres). These have adorable snowmen, because I like snowmen, and plus they were on special at the 'Mart.

Also, I am re-reading all the Balzac I have (I think I mentioned this project before) plus whatever the IU libraries have in English translation, and suddenly have the urge to start up a cracky RP set in early 19th-century Paris. (On the rare occasions when I want to play fandom, I always gravitate to the obscure fandoms or the fandoms where, as far as I know, I am the fandom. But then again I suppose it could be worse.) Never mind that probably nobody else on the Int0rwebz has read Balzac and would be interested in RPing in my cracktastic little world. I totally call Eugène de Rastignac, in case any of them have and are reading this.

Also also, I love (for "love" please understand "mildly dislike") the pervasive feeling that I am very unhappy outside the Church, coupled with the knowledge that I cannot go back (not right now, and possibly not ever for a wide variety of reasons). I also particularly enjoyed how this epiphany hit me while I was speeding towards Bedford. Why oh why does all the WTF come when I am in the car?

Agenda for tonight: get work out, read A Harlot High and Low, go to bed.