Just a Moment

We're running late today, for some reason. The alarms (yes, plural) were set but neither of us heard them, or, if we did, neither of us responded with any semblence of consciousness. When I actually opened my eyes to look around, the clock on the cable box told me it was a little after nine.

It was raining when I woke up, but since it was also raining when I went to bed, I have no idea if this morning's precipitation was 'still' or 'again'. It doesn't really matter, either way, I just like to know.

I was sitting here at my computer waiting for Fuzzy to finish another of his endless showers (I've often said he washes every body-hair individually, and I really can't be far from wrong about it) when the clouds broke, and now there's a gorgeous ray of sunlight cutting a diagonal path from the side window, across my desk, where it looks like light shimmering on a pool of water, because of the glass, and then out the front window where it passes on into oblivion.

It's just a ray of light, but for a moment, just a moment, my breath was caught somewhere between my lungs and my lips, and I was struck with the fact that no matter how bleak things can seem, whether politically, emotionally, fiscally, whatever, there is always hope.

If she reads this, a certain LJer who lives very (very) north of me, will recognize them, but these are the words that are in my head today, and while they are certainly idealistic, even, dare I say, hokey I'm choosing to keep them in the front of my brain: Even the greatest darkness is nothing, as long as we share the light.

Attention Members of Electric Tangerine!!!

If you're reading this, you have a login on the ETC blog/zine/collab/thing. This is to announce that I've uploaded EFICTION fiction archiving software, for the posting of longer stuff. It's very rough. If you know how to make icons, we could use some, for categories, and such.

If there's a category you want to add, please do.

For now, please note that you all have logins on the board, which can be found HERE.

Your login ID and password are your LJ usernames, all lowercase, for now. PLEASE log in and edit them, and change your profiles, or e-me and I'll delete them from the list. Any questions? EMAIL melissa@missmeliss.com, or contact me: ymedath @ AIM and YIM, and #1848713 at ICQ. Thanks!

Home Decor Dilemma

So, I'm starting a new business, and I have my first client, and while on a personal level sharing a computer room with Fuzzy is cozy and sweet, if I'm going to move toward my primary source of income being generated from home, I think I'd do better in a space dedicated to that pursuit.

To that end, I informed Fuzzy today that it was MY house, not Mom's, and that I refused to have a guest room that we rarely – if ever – use when what I really need is a space of my own.

He thinks we should leave it as a guest room because we might have more company than just my parents, and I reminded him that we still have a sofa bed in the living room.

I therefore throw the question to all of you:

Hmmm.



You're Mrs. Dalloway!
by Virginia Woolf
Your life seems utterly bland and normal to the casual observer, but
inside you are churning with a million tensions and worries. The company you surround
yourself with may be shallow, but their effects upon your reality are tremendously deep.
To stay above water, you must try to act like nothing's wrong, but you know that the
truth is catching up with you. You're not crazy, you're just a little unwell. But no
doctor can help you now.


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Dictionary Lemming

Hi-jacked from , who apparently saw it elsewhere (don't we all?)

Instructions:
Go to Merriam Webster's website and type your username into the dictionary search.

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The word you've entered isn't in the dictionary. Click on a spelling suggestion below or try again using the search box to the right.

Suggestions for xenobia:
1. Zenobia
2. snobby
3. snubby
4. seigneury
5. snobbier
6. snubbier
7. snobbery
8. snobbish
9. snowberry
10. zinebs

Yeah, mine's boring because it's just a variant spelling of a real word. Though somehow it knows my personality, as all those variants of “snob” are in there. :)