Alphas, Betas, Omegas: A Primer by norabombay - all you ever wanted to know about A/B/O'verses, in detail. If you could only see the conversation this came from.

( the social issues hit us: twenty hours of knotting and nothing to do )

You see this is a complex issue that should be explored very fully. I'm stuck on teh laundry sitch. I mean. Dear God. Rubber sheets?

Okay, so there was surgery and whatnot, and I want for the record...

Ouch.

My stomach muscles hurt. My chest muscles want to hurt, I think, and feel left out that they don't. My shoulders hurt. I get this is because I was the equivalent of a human balloon animal and then glued--GLUED--shut. I mean, I get this is not Elmer's glue or anything, but still.

Ouch.

The following for anyone who is staring at this and saying "OKAY NO SURGERY EVER", waht I've learned.

( yeah, my life, the glamour )

By the way, this is what svmadelyn has to deal with tonight.

( existential surgical crisis )

She's still speaking to me, even.

My morning so far:

chopchica: hey, i bet, deep down in your sould (or possibly right on top), you are still VERY BITTER about the burrito!
chopchica: not to mention the part where i basically trained you to become an expert in dragon rape!
seperis: I am not yet an expert in dragon rape.
chopchica: but you will be! especially after you write the definitive story!
chopchica: where rodney saves them all from the wraith by coming up with a probability theory involving DRAGON RAPE

...I cannot possibly be awake yet. I feel vaguely like this has something to do with ladycat777 and my external hard drive (still in the freezer, because now that i know what is wrong, I can't figure out if it's okay to defrost it now or wait until I get an enclosure--(oh my God, I put my hard drive in the freezer)), but I haven't even had a full cup of coffee yet.

*shakes small fist in chopchica's direction* Not. Fair. When I'm still Uncaffeinated.

It's one of those rare nights that we're both working on Teacher's Pet fic.

( it always goes to the place where we both feel dirty and by dirty, I mean, teen!John )

svmadelyn waxes lyrical on the call of strangefic.

svmadelyn: but this story gets more and more odd as I progress.
svmadelyn: *waits for stripper donkeys or something*
Jenn: Stripper. Donkeys.
Jenn: You did not just say that.
svmadelyn: it could happen.
svmadelyn: this story makes me believe anything could.
Jenn: You. Did. Not. Just. Say. That.
svmadelyn: It. Could. Happen.
svmadelyn: See--sometimes?
svmadelyn: a story reaches this--plateau.
svmadelyn: where anything and everything is equally plausible
svmadelyn: because it's like the author wrote down one thousand random words and cut them up and put them in a jar
svmadelyn: and is like, ooh, let us combine--windex! andddddddd monkeys! Somehow! Or--oooh, strippers! and....donkeys! hmm. that's a little out there. *draws again* PROSTITUTE DONKEYS AND MONKEYS HERE WE GO.
Jenn: *giggling too hard*
Jenn: Oh God.

There is inspiration, and there are challenges, and then there is the Random Jar of Plot Complications. Okay, just from curiosity--anyone have their own Stripper Donkey story? Cause that, my friends, is worth gold.

Happy birthday bexless!

*hugshugshugs*

Sometimes, I DO remember.

I give thanks for the Family Medical Leave Act, otherwise, having to take a day off in only my third week of work MIGHT have been a Very Bad Thing.

On the other hand? I STILL don't have my damn permissions, and I can only file so much before my cuticles rebel. And trust me, they've been rebelling up a storm.

Anyway. I wore jammies until noon. And this doesn't bother me, even though it's Monday. I have brushed my teeth and I am going to crochet slippers.

You hear me? SLIPPERS. Like, the kind that go on the feet. Okay, right, there are no other kinds of slippers, but I'm still amused by the fact my competence with a crochet hook has grown enough to dare slippers.

I also crocheted a pitcher and a teapot and stuffed them with cottonish stuff--fibersomething?. There's supposed to be crocheted plants in them--seriously, these patterns are awesome--but they require chenille something or others, which I took a bit of time wondering, what the HELL is that?--then figured out, right, glorified and overpriced pipe cleaners.

You know, so the crocheted plants stand up. Seriously. This is so cool. If I can get this to work, someone is getting one of these as a Christmas present. Maybe two. The only plant I cannot kill would have to be made out of thread, but I still don't trust myself around it for too long.

Anyway.

*****

Pru Amuses Me

Speaking of my job, five months two weeks until I can interview for a higher position if I want to, which I'm still debating. While chatting with Pru, it amused me a little to think that anyone with a modem and a general idea of how to use google could pretty easily get my entire name if they were willing to hunt around some of the older archives when I was still using my full name (yes, I did that).

Anyway. Went like this.

seperisgrins* I'm often amused about if I ever publish, the fact that anyone with the ability to use google will, in fact, be perfectly able to connect me with any of my fanfic work.
Jenn: Hell, my coworkers could do it if they get bored, and that's equally amusing.
Jenn: I can just see my next interview.
rageprufrock: *LOL*
Jenn: "So are you in fact, a purveyor of pornography on the net?"
Pru: "next interview"?
Pru: *LOL*
Jenn: "I like to call it 'smut', sir."
Jenn: "...smut."
Jenn: "Sometimes involving food."
Pru: *giggles*
Jenn: "Food."
Jenn: "Did I mention it's usually pretty guys?"
Jenn: "..."
Jenn: "I'd be a great asset to your team."
Jenn: "..."
Jenn: "Yes, right now I AM imagining you nailing the guy beside you. How'd you know?"

Yep. How could they not want to hire me on the spot?

*****

Smallville:

I'm nearly spoiler free, which pleases me beyond words to describe, so I'm looking forward to the next six eps. At first, I was worried about spoilers because I just KNEW it'd be last summer all over again and hearing about Lex Marrying a Woman (horror, terror, lalala), and then they showed Heat, and Jesus, the slash ranneth like wine in the rivers, so honestly? Come on. At this point Lex could sleep his way through a brothel and I'd be like "PROOF OF THE BIG GAY LOVE! OVERCOMPENSATION!"

Self-hypnosis and unremovable slash-goggles are, I think, a Very Good Thing indeed. Really, they make life so much less stressful than it otherwise could be.

An interesting discussion last night with a few people on public critique in fandom. I'm not sure if they're hot to identify themselves, so I'll keep this one relatively general. They can chime in if so moved or I get something wrong.
( public critique and state of SV fic, etc )
*****
Recs:

Two Voices by dolimir. An interesting--and VERY different--bit of AU-ness that cannot be described adequately. I was a little thrown by the Lex at the end, but otherwise, it was absolutely lovely and solid and damned fun to read straight through.

Blood by tstar78 Oh. Damn. Lucas and Lex and all that twisty-wrong Luthor family dynamics that screw with their heads. Lucas is a lot more Luthor than even he knows.

Distractions by siobhan. I think this one I read in LJ first, but it's just as good on another read, and so much fun. They keep getting interrupted, dammit.

I'm staring at CLexBrothersFic again and pondering the very sickness of my mind. It's fun, really.