Well... so much for my three weeks of bliss. Reality has a nasty habit of bringing you back to earth.
Back to looking for a new roommate again, or take on some more projects to add 50% additional income in 2007, so I can live alone in more space than one person needs.
It would be pretty awesome, in the sense that I could have a full on dining/gaming area for huge parties of people, and a living room suite that doubles as a private aerie-like guest room. I could also have some... privacy, which might come in pretty handy in the near future.
Ah well... that thrilling, fantasy high was certainly sweet when I didn't have to worry about anything else! Such a lovely distraction. Back to the grindstone.
Do me a favor, my love... don't let me forget to have fun.
Saturday, December 30, 2006
Sunday, December 24, 2006
Merry Christmas to Me!
Even though this last magazine deadline was, without a doubt, the deadline from hell (and it still is continuing weeks past the finish of contribution... I don't even know if we're printed yet!); and even though all the stress from it landed me the most odd cold (from instant migraine to stuffed sinuses to full-blown cold to nerovirus... ugh), I'm enjoying the holidays. Mostly because, completely without expectation, I'm the source of a sweet little flirtation! It's got me all smiles and girlish giggling, a sight to see, and I intend to enjoy every minute of it, while it lasts!
Brandy is flying home from a very odd and unhappy Christmas with her family, and we've decided to re-do Thanksgiving, which she missed during her vacation in the BVI. Not quite all the traditionals, since she and I are trying to limit bad foods -- I guess the pumpkin pie and Steph's recipe for White Trash don't count -- so no mashed potatoes and green bean casserole or candied yams. She's put in a request for acorn squash, the way my mother's been making it for years, and stuffing and gravy. I'll add some roasted gold cauliflower... roasting really brings out much more flavor, and some sugar snap peas.
I hope everyone has a happy and healthy holiday as well as the coming New Year!
Brandy is flying home from a very odd and unhappy Christmas with her family, and we've decided to re-do Thanksgiving, which she missed during her vacation in the BVI. Not quite all the traditionals, since she and I are trying to limit bad foods -- I guess the pumpkin pie and Steph's recipe for White Trash don't count -- so no mashed potatoes and green bean casserole or candied yams. She's put in a request for acorn squash, the way my mother's been making it for years, and stuffing and gravy. I'll add some roasted gold cauliflower... roasting really brings out much more flavor, and some sugar snap peas.
I hope everyone has a happy and healthy holiday as well as the coming New Year!
Monday, December 04, 2006
2006 Coming To A Close Already?
Time flies. Since I last posted I got a new roommate... nice gal, not as social as Brandy, has a life of her own. Probably for the best. MIght actually inspire me to go be more social too!
Got a free, last-minute trip to Portland, Maine for a conference of an organization I founded 25 years ago... and it's still going strong. Of course, the current leadership is into revisionist history and my name isn't mentioned anywhere in the historical documentation they create today. When I confronted the male Co-President about it, being the misogynist he is, he replied "Oh come now Marsha, one person can't found an organization." Yeah? Tell that to Bill W. If I was a man, not only would he never have said that to me, he'd have bowed and scrapped low enough and then run off to fix it. But that's okay... I authored an article on Wikipedia. Hah. And my name is mentioned as founder in John Preston's "Big Gay Book" -- from back in my non-hetero days.
Lately I've been thinking I was never really a lesbian, although it's sort of fun to tweak the current lesbians by saying I'm a lesbian that sleeps with men. If I'm honest with myself and reflect back on my history, I'd have to say I've been bisexual since I was five. Alas, growing up in a time where both the APA and AMA declared my preferences as sick one decade or so, and then normal a couple of decades later, who can blame me for being not entirely sure of my own sexuality? I only finally accepted the brand/label when Phil, the married art store manager who used to sneak kisses and cop feels in the back store room, failed to arouse me any further than the flirting.
Anyways... back to Portland. Loved being back on the East Coast, even if it was only for five days. Just enough of the foliage change was lingering for me to get a taste of the brilliant hues of autumn. Sometimes the sight of all that ancient brick in the form of squat, angle-rooved warehouses along the piers and short streets of row houses make me yearn to live back in New England. If they could only get rid of winter... Two gamer geeks and one wife of said geek living in the area joined me for a lunch break from the confines of the Hilton Hotel. I get conferenced-out after 2.5 days, so a quick trip to the waterfront in one of the worse autumn rainstorms got me my fill of lobster and steamed clams. Unfortunately, the "lobster in the rough" dining shacks along Rt. 1 were closed for the season, so this shanty on the pier was the next best bet. Also filled up on native fried clams and oysters... nothing like what you get on the West Coast. Ah... to relive my childhood and summers going to the beach. It was a small slice of heaven.
My team leader for the game I've been addicted to for 11 years now has been promoted to APM, Assistant Product Manager. I breathed a sigh of relief. Some of the other possible choices just scared me, based on their lack of accessibilty and visibility (didn't we already just have enough of that?), or their personal vindictiveness (ditto), or their total desire to people-please to support their fragile egos. At least she's around, she's professional and doesn't let the personal enter into her decisions, and has an ego strong enough to weather most anything. Yay for strong women!
Work is pretty awesome right now. In addition to being reinstated as a Full GameMaster, a full year after I was promised I would be, I also find myself busy trying to keep two magazines organized and get to the printer on time. A large task when you consider the other personalities I have to deal with! Herding cats, comes to mind, as a comparison. I've also been head-hunted three times, and am applying for a local, part-time job I can do from my home. I'd love for it to come through! Light a candle to the goddess!
Got a free, last-minute trip to Portland, Maine for a conference of an organization I founded 25 years ago... and it's still going strong. Of course, the current leadership is into revisionist history and my name isn't mentioned anywhere in the historical documentation they create today. When I confronted the male Co-President about it, being the misogynist he is, he replied "Oh come now Marsha, one person can't found an organization." Yeah? Tell that to Bill W. If I was a man, not only would he never have said that to me, he'd have bowed and scrapped low enough and then run off to fix it. But that's okay... I authored an article on Wikipedia. Hah. And my name is mentioned as founder in John Preston's "Big Gay Book" -- from back in my non-hetero days.
Lately I've been thinking I was never really a lesbian, although it's sort of fun to tweak the current lesbians by saying I'm a lesbian that sleeps with men. If I'm honest with myself and reflect back on my history, I'd have to say I've been bisexual since I was five. Alas, growing up in a time where both the APA and AMA declared my preferences as sick one decade or so, and then normal a couple of decades later, who can blame me for being not entirely sure of my own sexuality? I only finally accepted the brand/label when Phil, the married art store manager who used to sneak kisses and cop feels in the back store room, failed to arouse me any further than the flirting.
Anyways... back to Portland. Loved being back on the East Coast, even if it was only for five days. Just enough of the foliage change was lingering for me to get a taste of the brilliant hues of autumn. Sometimes the sight of all that ancient brick in the form of squat, angle-rooved warehouses along the piers and short streets of row houses make me yearn to live back in New England. If they could only get rid of winter... Two gamer geeks and one wife of said geek living in the area joined me for a lunch break from the confines of the Hilton Hotel. I get conferenced-out after 2.5 days, so a quick trip to the waterfront in one of the worse autumn rainstorms got me my fill of lobster and steamed clams. Unfortunately, the "lobster in the rough" dining shacks along Rt. 1 were closed for the season, so this shanty on the pier was the next best bet. Also filled up on native fried clams and oysters... nothing like what you get on the West Coast. Ah... to relive my childhood and summers going to the beach. It was a small slice of heaven.
My team leader for the game I've been addicted to for 11 years now has been promoted to APM, Assistant Product Manager. I breathed a sigh of relief. Some of the other possible choices just scared me, based on their lack of accessibilty and visibility (didn't we already just have enough of that?), or their personal vindictiveness (ditto), or their total desire to people-please to support their fragile egos. At least she's around, she's professional and doesn't let the personal enter into her decisions, and has an ego strong enough to weather most anything. Yay for strong women!
Work is pretty awesome right now. In addition to being reinstated as a Full GameMaster, a full year after I was promised I would be, I also find myself busy trying to keep two magazines organized and get to the printer on time. A large task when you consider the other personalities I have to deal with! Herding cats, comes to mind, as a comparison. I've also been head-hunted three times, and am applying for a local, part-time job I can do from my home. I'd love for it to come through! Light a candle to the goddess!
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