the girl with violets in her lap

Once again, I want to thank everyone from the bottom of my heart for the donations to the blogathon I did for Tricia, and the support you all offered through it. Thus far, the donations that have come in total $415, excluding PayPal fees -- i.e., that's $415 in the clear.

As I said when I started this, there's a lot of need in Tricia's family right now, and everyone's working to help. One specific thing that's needed is a child's bed for Jayden, who has recently outgrown his crib. $415 will take care of that. See that adorable little boy on the right side of my icon? You all just bought a bed for him. It won't sponge away the grief of his grandmother's passing. But it'll let him get some solid nights' sleep, and it'll take one more worry off his mother's shoulders. His grandmother's, too. Because with everything that someone does for her family, big or small, Tricia finds a little more peace.

The fund is still open, of course, and there's lots more still to be done. The PayPal link below is open to anyone who wants to donate but hasn't yet had a chance to get around to it, and of course we'd be incredibly grateful for any such donations, but I don't really expect that -- I know people have done what they can. The primary reason I'm putting the button up is because there are still a few people who made pledges to the blogathon that haven't yet come through. If you pledged and you have PayPaled the money, don't worry about this; I'll be sending confirmation emails in the next day or so (should have been doing that all along, but Saturday was my crazy-writing day and Sunday was my crazy-sleeping day) and I don't think there's any reason for anyone to assume their money didn't go through. If you pledged and you know that you haven't paid up yet, please do either PayPal the money along or email me at slammerkinbabe at livejournal to let me know what's up. If the button isn't working or whatever, the email address to which money can be PayPaled is psychesmaia at yahoo dot com. If you can't remember if you pledged or not, the pledges are here, in the comments. There are at least $175 still outstanding, so it'll make the difference between just over $400 and just under $600. And just so we're clear, just under $600 is really an amazing amount for a thing like this to raise. I never expected it, and once again, I'm so grateful.

I'm going to see Tricia tonight, and I'm bringing a check with me. I will post to let you all know how it goes and what she says.

To every single person who put in one single dollar: thank you so so so so so so much.

♥

law_nerd asked for another fanfic -- again, in any of the three fandoms noted before. I think it's pretty funny how these two fics bookend the blogathon. You can sort of see the evolution of my moods and subconscious tendencies. The result is that I don't even know how to apologize for this.

Title: Control
Fandom: Devil Wears Prada
Pairing: Miranda Priestly/Jacqueline Follet
Rating: PG-13, at least
Word count: ~1,200
Summary: Who the hell knows? It's fucking hour nineteen, man.
Notes: Once more, unedited; once more, embarrassing. This time, surprisingly grotesque at times. I think my brain is really really pissed at me for keeping it awake from 3:30 am until now and is demonstrating it in rather creepy ways. For the record, I'd have changed the ending if I could, but on an hour's worth of writing time there's no way to wrestle my Muse from the driver's seat, no matter how wackass she gets.

( Control )

This is the hour nineteen post of my blogathon for my aunt Tricia, who is dying of end-stage ovarian cancer and whose family is being hit with a whole lot of bills that they can't afford alone as a result. Donations can be made at the link given above. A number of topics are still unclaimed and can be bought for $5 or more.

Here's something you probably didn't know about me:

I am actually a Muppet.



( I am a tired Muppet. I am a bag-eyed Muppet. I am a Muppet with a lousy camera phone. I am a Muppet who almost called herself a wombat, just now. Nevertheless: courtesy of chavvah, I am a Muppet. )

This is the hour sixteen post of my blogathon for my aunt Tricia, who is dying of end-stage ovarian cancer and whose family is being hit with a whole lot of bills that they can't afford alone as a result. Donations can be made at the link given above. A number of topics are still unclaimed and can be bought for $5 or more.

Oh, boy, guys. We are moving into a long, lo-ong stretch here.

( sigh )

This is the hour fourteen post of my blogathon for my aunt Tricia, who is dying of end-stage ovarian cancer and whose family is being hit with a whole lot of bills that they can't afford alone as a result. Donations can be made at the link given above. A number of topics are still unclaimed and can be bought for $5 or more.

Now I'm running late because of the Photo Struggle of Doom, so this post is going to be brief. It is also probably not going to be very interesting to many people, but it is something I feel strongly about, and so I must speak my mind:

People, I love hearing about your dreams. Why are you always hating on mine?

( I know, I know, it's not just mine. )

This is the hour twelve post of my blogathon for my aunt Tricia, who is dying of end-stage ovarian cancer and whose family is being hit with a whole lot of bills that they can't afford alone as a result. Donations can be made at the link given above. A number of topics are still unclaimed and can be bought for $5 or more.

For hour ten, docmanhattan has asked me to write about GOTH.

I meant to do research on this, Doc, honestly I did. Research seemed the thing to do, since what I know of goth culture is, like, "they like black and death and stuff?"

Research did not happen, so I thought for a minute maybe I'd run with the allcaps and see if I couldn't find out if GOTH was an acronym for something. And lo and behold, Google did in fact provide me with two answers!

See:

GOTH -- Guardians of the Heavens (gaming clan)
GOTH -- Gathering Off the Hill (Volkswagen car club; UK)

...Hrm.

I don't... quite... know what a "clan" is in the context of gaming. I could venture a guess, but forty-seven billion people on my friends list would leap in to correct me with particulars, so I think I should stay out of that. As for the second thing... there are Volkswagen car clubs? Really? I think maybe I should leave that one alone on general principles.

Thus: goth culture.

( things I know, things I don't know, opinions I form without much reason )

This is the hour ten post of my blogathon for my aunt Tricia, who is dying of end-stage ovarian cancer and whose family is being hit with a whole lot of bills that they can't afford alone as a result. Donations can be made at the link given above. A number of topics are still unclaimed and can be bought for $5 or more.

I have a problem, guys:

I'm in love with a nineteen-year-old boy.

( Fact one is that this is a celebrity crush, fact two is that this has nothing to do with my real life or my marriage, fact three is that nineteen years old is legal in all states, but fact four is that I'm twenty-eight and OH MY GOD I'M GOING TO HELL. )

This is the hour seven post of my blogathon for my aunt Tricia, who is dying of end-stage ovarian cancer and whose family is being hit with a whole lot of bills that they can't afford alone as a result. Donations can be made at the link given above. A number of topics are still unclaimed and can be bought for $5 or more.

Hey, guys! You know what's awesome? Hitting a wall at hour five of your twenty-hour blogathon! I mean this is SO FANTASTIC! You've all got to try it!

Only not. At all.

( don't read this post )

This is the hour five post of my blogathon for my aunt Tricia, who is dying of end-stage ovarian cancer and whose family is being hit with a whole lot of bills that they can't afford alone as a result. Donations can be made at the link given above. A number of topics are still unclaimed and can be bought for $5 or more.

Every night I take thirteen pills to keep me alive and sane. Here they are:



( I can take these all in one gulp, by the way. )


This is the hour three post of my blogathon for my aunt Tricia, who is dying of end-stage ovarian cancer and whose family is being hit with a whole lot of bills that they can't afford alone as a result. Donations can be made at the link given above. A number of topics are still unclaimed and can be bought for $5 or more.

And you are all going to laugh your asses off at this, but I will not have a PayPal button until a few hours from now, because λ was the one who set that up and figured out how to do it and she forgot to email the instructions to me before she went to bed. If you want to donate right now, you can PayPal money to psychesmaia at yahoo dot com the labor-intensive way. Otherwise I'll edit this post and all others to show the button when λ wakes up in three or four hours.

So. Here I go. Twenty straight hours of blogging.

Eep.

I will admit it, guys: I am completely underprepared for this. I am sitting here in a room whose heat broke two days ago, next to a window with a killer draft; I am wearing a purple bathrobe and rainbow socks courtesy of chavvah, and I should be wearing a Fraggle hat courtesy of chavvah but I'm not yet; my head is killing me and I don't know why; I don't drink coffee, and I don't drink tea; it's too cold for Diet Coke; and I have no idea what to say. This first post was supposed to be easy -- the introduction post, right? The I'm-gearing-up-for-this-awesome-badass-day-of-blogorrhea post?

Yeah, not so much.

( And yet we go on )

This is the hour one post of my blogathon for my aunt Tricia, who is dying of end-stage ovarian cancer and whose family is being hit with a whole lot of bills that they can't afford alone as a result. Donations can be made at the link given above. A number of topics are still unclaimed and can be bought for $5 or more.

And you are all going to laugh your asses off at this, but I will not have a PayPal button until a few hours from now, because λ was the one who set that up and figured out how to do it and she forgot to email the instructions to me before she went to bed. If you want to donate right now, you can PayPal money to psychesmaia at yahoo dot com the labor-intensive way. Otherwise I'll edit this post and all others to show the button when λ wakes up in three or four hours.