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Tuesday, March 6th, 2007 12:17 pm
dark days of del.icio.us
I think I'm in some kind of bizarre post-porn slump. I mean--sure. It's all good and orgasmic, but then you think, what will I do now?
Apparently, that would be rebundling my del.icio.us tags.
*frowns*
It's--I open them at home, and stare at them, thinking, how can I be *more descriptive*, and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
merryish asked the other day, do you do your own stories? And suddenly, this entire new vista of opportunity presented itself.
Tagging my own stories.
I know them! Finally, finally, I would have a use for the tag Clark-apocalypse and for One Word in Voyager, I could totally have ten separate pairing tags. Ten! And that's before you get to the amnesia and adultery and attempted murder and Q and self-injury and I was like, twenty-three when I wrote that, so judge not, man. That was my Trekkie soap opera. Good times.
Anyway, right.
Del.icio.us, the cure for post-porn depression.
See, I had a theme here.
*****
In other news:
Okay, no, we don't have a hotel, butsvmadelyn has her ticket and Child and I have our tickets, so we are definitely going to Chicago and I can honestly state the best thing I can imagine right now is Child's face when he sees dinosaurs and lizards, cause man. So awesome. It's--well. Okay. It's hotwire's fault. We had a hotel picked out. It had breakfast and music during breakfast. It was close to Navy Pier.
Then hotwire wiggles its tentacles at us all "oooh, look, you can get four star for so much less if you just waaaatch and waiiiiittt." Which we did. And are still doing. It's kind of addictive, isn't it? That and priceline, which both me and Madelyn are fascinated by yet terrified to use.
Now, paying deposit for cruise and I am *free*. Well. No. But I could be. Eventually.
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*winces*
Remember when I mentioned the at home parent-teacher conference adn was confronted by Incredibly Attractive Math Teacher? My son came home the other day, giving me a knowing look, which always come across as a fairly disturbing smirk, and sidled up to tell me he isn't married.
You know, I do not want to know how the hell that came up during class. I just don't. Don't, don't, don't.
Apparently, that would be rebundling my del.icio.us tags.
*frowns*
It's--I open them at home, and stare at them, thinking, how can I be *more descriptive*, and
merryish asked the other day, do you do your own stories? And suddenly, this entire new vista of opportunity presented itself. Tagging my own stories.
I know them! Finally, finally, I would have a use for the tag Clark-apocalypse and for One Word in Voyager, I could totally have ten separate pairing tags. Ten! And that's before you get to the amnesia and adultery and attempted murder and Q and self-injury and I was like, twenty-three when I wrote that, so judge not, man. That was my Trekkie soap opera. Good times.
Anyway, right.
Del.icio.us, the cure for post-porn depression.
See, I had a theme here.
*****
In other news:
Okay, no, we don't have a hotel, but
svmadelyn has her ticket and Child and I have our tickets, so we are definitely going to Chicago and I can honestly state the best thing I can imagine right now is Child's face when he sees dinosaurs and lizards, cause man. So awesome. It's--well. Okay. It's hotwire's fault. We had a hotel picked out. It had breakfast and music during breakfast. It was close to Navy Pier.Then hotwire wiggles its tentacles at us all "oooh, look, you can get four star for so much less if you just waaaatch and waiiiiittt." Which we did. And are still doing. It's kind of addictive, isn't it? That and priceline, which both me and Madelyn are fascinated by yet terrified to use.
Now, paying deposit for cruise and I am *free*. Well. No. But I could be. Eventually.
*****
*winces*
Remember when I mentioned the at home parent-teacher conference adn was confronted by Incredibly Attractive Math Teacher? My son came home the other day, giving me a knowing look, which always come across as a fairly disturbing smirk, and sidled up to tell me he isn't married.
You know, I do not want to know how the hell that came up during class. I just don't. Don't, don't, don't.
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From:As you are a chocoholic, you must visit this store while you are in Chicago. And bring me back some dark chocolate!
http://www.moonstruckchocolate.com/ChocolateCafes.aspx
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From:Nor should it!
PS. When you think you can't eat any more chocolate, know that Vosges now makes ice cream.
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From:Someone asked straight up. Probably right before he was going to assign homework.
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From:I was kinda impressed by the male coaches who taught health class at my high school, because they really were earnest and up-front about their experiences, when I didn't expect them to be.
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From:ROTFL! It was probably TOTALLY INNOCENT.
http://travel.yahoo.com lets you pick hotels based on proximity to an address. I've used it a lot, though I always call the hotels to find out if I can get a better rate and book through them, not yahoo.
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Things not to do when booking a hotel in an unfamiliar city
From:Then I arrived. And they asked if I qualified for the trucker's discount. And there was a strip club just off the lobby. And the alarm clock was built into the bed, which *vibrated* at the appointed hour (sadly: broken).
My relations all asked if I wasn't staying with everyone else at the Sheraton, then where was I? Oh, at the Town and Country, I would reply airily, hoping to just move on past that. But they would all get bug-eyed and say incredulously, "You mean the T & C? You're actually *staying* there? I've never met anyone who ever spent the night."
Apparently it is the place to go in high school when you're feeling naughty, and also the place where you can pick up hookers on your bicycle. Yay.
Also: I feel your del.icio.us pain. It owns my life right now.
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From:"Are you married?" came up at least once every semester. (I was wearing a wedding ring at the time and introduced myself as "Señora" (I taught Spanish), so "what do you think?" was the usual response, neatly avoiding the question of whether I was legally married to a man. ;) )
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From:Hon, am I remembering correctly, were you at some point writing a spn/sga crossover? And if so, where are the parts to it? I don't seem to have it saved...
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From:I filtered it, since the remainder is going to be all--disjointed. It also hates me a lot. I mean, a *lot*.
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From:I remember liking it a *lot*. Which I will expound upon after I go to work and want to chuck the health care system into a trash bin and start all over. Well, just the administration portion, mostly.
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From:But now I'm addicted to making tags and trolling the intarwebs for anything I can add. I even have a bundle ("my fics"), and I want more. More and MOAR.
I don't think I can stop. 0__o
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From:http://www.msichicago.org/
And also eat at Ed Debevick's. The kids will love the place.
*twitches* Now I want to have a day in the city...damn homework.
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