eumelia: (coffee)
Finally got coffee in me and I can concentrate a bit.

I shall briefly mention that I spent my Saturday walking around the Natural History museum wherein I spammed my twitter feed with pics of what I was seeing. I can't remember if I went to the Natural History museum the last time I was in London in 2007, but I felt so very nostalgic when I was walking around. It was like I was 8 years old again. I love the dinosaurs and the Earth exhibitions. I took many pics which I'll post as soon as I get to computer and transfer them off the camera and mobile devices.

I also visited the science museum for a quick look see, because there was an exhibit about Alan Turing and his work on computers and mathematics. All fascinating stuff. His death seems to have a been a true loss.

Sunday... Sunday was a real adventure to which I'll dedicate a post a little later. I have to get ready for the David Bowie exhibition at the Victoria & Albert.
eumelia: (not in rome)
I have arrived in the UK!

My flight was at ass o'clock (05:30 in the morning), I was lucky enough to have my bff drive me to the airport in the middle of the night. I froze in the passenger lounge, so that was fun.

I don't remember much of the flight as I was knocked out for a great portion of it, I remember there was a dry omelette and water... and then nothing.

When I landed I realised my phone wasn't behaving like it should, no internet, no outgoing calls, which was distressing. But after I was let into the country by the most unfriendly border force officer ever, I called my cell phone company and got it sorted... mostly. I'm not too concerned.

My mother's cousin (with whom I'm staying) picked me up from the middle of nowhere, where I was dropped off by the bus and we drove to her daughter's house. The best cup of coffee was drunk and short bread biscuits were eaten as we all caught up and eventually had lunch.

I'm dead on my feet, but I still traipsed through London in order to get to the Victoria and Albert museum and buy a ticket for the David Bowie exhibition on Monday. Haza!

I'm currently vegging on the couch with Officer Kalakaua in my hands and I'm watching the Danish drama "Borgen", ah, it's so good, the acting, the pretty English they speak sometimes... Danish sounds very happy, but they all look sad.

Tomorrow I'm letting myself get up whenever and I'll head to the museums of my childhood; Natural History and Science (there's an Alan Turing exhibition it seems.)

Must eat and have another coffee.
eumelia: (diana disapproves)
A day that will be remembered.

I am finally warm and dry, after spending a day in the rain.

I took a day off from work today and took a day trip up to Jerusalem to stand with 50 other pro-choice women and men who were protesting the fact that the racist pro-life organisation "Efrat" (not linking, as I don't want to give their page any hits. Google is your friend.) was getting an award for their role in "promoting women's rights".

Yeah, promoting their right to dictate what a woman does with her uterus.

In any event, I think I got my crazy feminist card laminated today. I mean, I took a paid day off, on one of the coldest, wettest days of the year, traveled by public transport to a city I hate (the feeling is mutual, I feel), and stood in the hale and got fucking soaked in the name of my right to bodily autonomy and to not be treated like a human incubator.

My sister, bless her batshit crazy brain, came with me. Or I went with her. Either way, we both agreed that if it hadn't been for the other we wouldn't have gone to protest.

Did I mention the hale.

I'm lucky it didn't snow.

My coat was soaked through, as were my boots. My trousers, socks, and shirt. It was a very bedraggled feeling. A sense of continuous dampness from the moment I stepped out of my house, traveled to Jerusalem, and then came back.

I looked so much like a drowned rat, a random woman insisted I take her umbrella saying, "You're going to get wet!"

Lady, I was already wet.

It felt like a day of accomplishments, including the fact that I got home and did the laundry, basically stripping and shoving all the clothes on my back into the washing machine before dashing into the shower. Oh my god, hot water.

A hot shower.

There are a few things that can be truly be considered luxury.

All that was missing was a Slanket. I'm truly pining for one.

But for now, I am basking in the fact that I did good, that my sister and I bonded over feminism, bad weather, Harry Potter, and that I managed to return home in one piece.

Not too shabby, I think.
eumelia: (hey look)
Hello Peoples!

I'm using my friend's smartphone at a wifi hotspot to have internet! It's quite magical.

The guest house my friends and I are staying at had said there was wifi all around, but we ended up having to stand in the corner with our laptops on our heads while performing an arabesque to maintain one bar of internet.

Yeah, it was a bit 1990's.

Still, now with the hotspot I'm surfing like normal (minus YouTube and other random bandwidth eating activities).

Let me tell you how much fun we had driving up to the guest house! It has been rather rainy and wintery (though not cold during the day) and as we drove towards the mountain on which we are no situated, we saw not one, but two rainbows! It looked like it was connected through the clouds!

I almost expected a Care Bear to come sliding down. It was rather gorgeous.

I had a three hour nap, fell asleep in my bra and jeans, that's how knackered I was, dude, I needed that nap.

After we all got up (because we all napped) we went to eat and then basically came back to nap some more, only it was already night so it was an actual good night's sleep.

Today we woke up for breakfast made by the proprietors and then we went shopping! I don't really enjoy shopping as an activity, but there was a sale in many of the shops so I got three cardigans and a hat (which was bought for me as a present, much to my delight), so I'm rather more prepared for winter than I was before this short getaway.

Currently, I'm lounging on the big bed while my close mate reads her book right next to me. I'm wondering how long I'll be able to keep my eyes open before I succumb to another nap.

And why the hell shouldn't I. I'm on weekend holiday.

Bliss.
eumelia: (not in rome)
This week had been so hellish, I don't even know where to begin.

So I'll start at the beginning )

That was my week. I'm so glad it's over.
eumelia: (rest and relaxation)
My afternoon siesta lasted three hours.

I woke up feeling quite terrible. In fact I thought I was going to throw up. However, I wasn't going to let that stop me, though it did delay my reflexes and I felt foggy brained for a long time.

But my sister had booked and paid for an evening hike at the excavation sites of Caesarea, and we would walk among the ruins with swinging lantern lights (something the kids found very enjoyable).

So with the above being part of the plans there was much discussion by members of my family suggesting I stay at the cottage and let someone else take my place on the hike, which annoyed me enough to get moving, take a quick scalding shower (I woke up with a fever and thus was feeling cold) and swallow down some paracetamol.

Oh, and our neighbours decided to blast their music again. Cue my bitch-face + a headache (despite the medicine). I was ready to either murder someone or leave.

After taking the medicine, chugging down a bottle of water and eating an apple I felt better, though nowhere near 100%.

The hike was brilliant though. Our guide was a geek! The moat reminded my nephews of Helm's Deep and one of them said it looked like where Aragorn and Legolas fought the Orcs and the guide asked them if they knew who Aragorn's father is and then started reciting The Song of Aragorn!

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.


My sister and brother-in-law looked very pleased and I clapped like a moron and bounced like a ball, something I regretted, because, well, fever.

But all our kids, three nephews and a niece, now felt they had the guide all to themselves and latched onto him like limpets.

My sister, who is a Mediaevalist of the Middle East was very impressed with the guide's correct knowledge of the era and the Mamluks who fought the Crusaders. I gotta say, if I had to chose a side, I'd go with the Mamluks, as my sister said, because they won.

They won hard.

In any event, we walked along the shore line and the guide talked about the Romans and their bloody "reality shows" in the Hippodrome and Arena, the Byzantines and their syncretism of Jesus and Sol Invictus, the other multiple temples to the Sun that scattered the shore line, and he recreated, using shadow puppets the Egyptian god Ra's descent into the underworld and ascent into the sky, which was rather entertaining.

By the end of the hike most of the lanterns had gone out, which made the atmosphere even eerier, but I suppose that is the point.

As I said the kids loved it.

The drive back to the resort was a bit of a nightmare, because the paracetamol wore off and the fever attacked me again.

By the time we arrived back I was very wobbly and the short walk had me collapsing on my bed. I was given water and ibuprofen. I changed into pyjamas and was moaning and groaning the whole night, I was told.

I woke up on day 4 (and check out morning) was given more medicine, tea and I nibbled on dry cornflakes.

Thankfully my brother and his family wanted to go home as soon as possible, so I hitched a ride with them and got home long before everyone else.

I continued to be floppy throughout the day, but as of this writing I'm back to normal. I suspect sunstroke to be honest.
eumelia: (hey look)
Laziest day thus far.

I begged off fishing with my father. As it turned out, it was just him, a couple of the young boys and one of my bros-in-law.

I woke up sinfully late, half past 8, had a lazy breakfast with the majority of my family, seeing as some of them decided to sleep in even later!

After breakfast I donned my bikini and frolicked at the beach and in the lagoon for at least two hours. Within those two hours I had to take care of a boy who had sand flung in hi face, swim along the little island and breakers with my father, brother and brother-in-law. I had to make sure none of the progeny (ages ranging from almost 2 to 11) got thrown overboard; for you see, we have an ancient blow up boat my mother would love to see abandoned.

However, we all love it.

And indeed, my brother in law rowed the boat quite a lot. When he offered me a ride I said yes. Of course I did.

We rowed quite a long way out, to where the lagoon becomes the open sea and thus a bit choppier. I wasn't worried, I'm a good swimmer and the water is fairly shallow due to the rock formations. What did concern me was the fact that this blow up boat was slowly sinking under the combined weight of two average sized adults. He's rather tall and I'm rather short, so together er make two average people. Um. *stagadush*?

My littlest niece is almost 2 and she was very cute in the water considering the fact that her water wings could float a blimp. Once she got used to the water she did a great many floating tricks, like showing us her "socks" and bringing her feet up for us to nibble at! Boy did she laugh her little head off!

I was exhausted to say the least and we still had a hike to do later in the day.

I didn't wear a bra until then!
eumelia: (not in rome)
This being a beach resort, it is not inconceivable that we would have neighbours, am I right?

Well, one of the neighbouring cottages is putting on a show. I was rudely awakened from my afternoon nap (my coveted siestas by the noise of heavy bases blasting through speakers. I was honestly unsure as to what was happening.

Once I was decently dressed and had my bitch-face on, I went to ask them to ask them to turn it down. They replied that they needed to test the sound before their party tonight.

Obviously I and two of my siblings went to the management to complain. We were led to believe that the management were on our side, considering they immediately alerted security.

Management didn't actually do much.

The saga went on for a good few hours, with my plans of a nap being shot to hell and multiple walks back and forth to management to get our neighbours to shut the fuck up.

I suppose the fact that our noisy neighbours couldn't give a flying fuck goes without saying.

My anti-social heart was extremely cranky at the fact that I had to talk to strangers, but also the fact that old family friends decided to join us for supper. Something I, my father and several other family members were bitter about, because we are 15 people and we ended up feeding up to 20. Not fun for the people applying fire to the food, let me tell you.

I did not feel rested or relaxed. And fuck, I resented all the other people holidaying with us. The fucking chutzpah is just unbelievable.

I was so annoyed and everybody fucking knew it.

I had my bitch-face on.

All our complaining to management did help somewhat in the end, as they folded up their sound system much earlier than they intended. That didn't stop them from screaming into a microphone. I realise not everyone considers the peace and quiet of the beach and isolation all that relaxing but the utter inconsideration made me tear my hair out. I honestly, really, could not understand how these people thought they were being in any way, shape or form, nice to their neighbours. I mean, I don't give a flying fuck about them, they could do me the same kindness and not force their music on me.

Once the family friends left and the music emanating from the resort subsided (yes, the resort had an equally noisy and sonorous activity, one which had a limit thankfully, something I'm sure our neighbours did not) I felt much better.

You know, one of the reasons I kind of enjoy these holidays, family drama and criticism notwithstanding, is the peace and quiet of the sea air and the sunshine, peace and quiet I don't get to have in the city unless I isolate myself.

I had never wished to be somewhere else on one these holidays until this year. This day was nightmarish.

The day, however, was saved by a game of Scrabble, in which my brother in law and I faced off my sister (his wife) and mother, as well as my other sister and her husband. I won.

It was awesome.

I realise my family is a harmonious clump of love, like something out of the Cosby Show, or something equally mushy, where everyday is a Very Special Episode but cripes, I need a break from the break!
eumelia: (wave dropping)
I woke up at 6 am this morning to go fishing with my father, nephews, niece and brother (who came along as a paparazzo). It was rather fun, except that the boys got on my nerves and the girl decided I would be a better seat as opposed to the rocks of the natural breakwater on which we conducted our expedition.

There was a lot of wailing and whining, which is to be expected from people under the age of... whatever.

My oldest nephew (11 years of age) was nearly swept away when a wave pushed him over. All was well, seeing as he ended up wet and skinned at the knees. Understandably, my dad got a bit worried, so we moved from one edge of the breakwater to the other.

My big, fabulous straw hat flapped in the wind but stayed mightily attached to my head. I was quite impressed with it.

My mood became a bit sour when I offered my t-shirt to my wet nephew complained about being cold and wet (it was a fishing expedition, of which there have been several over the years, so he really should have known what to expect). You see, he took it, put it on and then removed it claiming the shirt was pink. Regardless as to whether it was pink or not, the way my shirt was accepted and then rejected because of the colour was insulting. I was actually hurt by his behaviour (and if anyone says "he's a boy" and "I'm over sensitive", you will be summarily ignored because him being a boy and young isn't actually an excuse to be rude by rejecting my shirt for it's colour - he could see what I was wearing and said simply, "no, thank you."). I asked him why he would do that. His answer was, predictably, 11 years old.

Still, not an excuse.

When we got back to the shore I told my sister (his mother) what had gone down.

I honestly find the anti-pink attitude offensive. It's a colour. When I challenged my nephew to explain his attitude he had no answer, as I knew he wouldn't, because admitting the reason would be admitting his anti-girl sentiment, something his 8 year old brother has no problem admitting next to his cousin (my niece) and me.

And so after that I was feeling a bit sour, as I said.

I wasn't the only one, considering my third nephew (whose sense of danger is non-existent) kept aggravating my father by challenging his decision to go fish where no one would be swept away by the waves.

I didn't get to fish. I had to be the other adult.

I make it sound worse than it was, but the pleasant stroll along the rocks, feeling the sun rise and go on about the magnificence of my hat is utterly unappreciated by the rest of humanity - okay, so my sister called it fancy - doesn't provide the stimulating narrative that generational conflict does.

Not to worry, more to come!
eumelia: (little delirium - silly)
I made the decision to not wear a bra other than my bikini top the whole time I'm here.

Considering the days are still hot, the fact that one sweats when it's hot, and the fact that I only brought one bra with me, this was a decision bred from necessity rather than one of preference. I'm fairly busty, despite "only" being a C cup.

As I write this, members of my family are playing a quick game of Scrabble; my mother and nephew to be exact. My father and brother in law are about to light up the barbecue for this evening's meal.

Other than arriving at the beach houses we're renting for the weekend, it was a fairly uneventful day. Packing everything for the whole holiday took longer than the drive from home to the resort.

Being at the beach and with my Tribe (we are 15 strong, with ages ranging from 9 months to 67 years) is a rather fun thing after a crummy year.

Expect some more to come.

I should mention and I'll expand on this later, that when it comes to fanfic, fandom and particularly the scholarship and craft of transformative fiction; it is clear I can only do this with my sisters and in private, lest other members of my family think it's okay to mock me for my interests and my para-academic interests.
eumelia: (Default)
Hello my pretties! I'm back, a little worse for wear.

Oy.

Let me tell you what went on from Thursday afternoon to Sunday morning. Hopefully, you will be entertained and also willing to commiserate.

I managed to document, chronicle, write down some of my adventures throughout the weekend, so it's written in the present tense. I'm sure the immediacy will appeal to you ;)
eumelia: (little destiny - bookworm)
Oh gentle readers and beloved friends, I shall miss you.

I've just spend an hour or so stuffing Offiver Kalakaua (my tablet) with ebooks, some of which I spend far too much money on, some gotten by means best not mentioned.

Regardless, I have lots and lots to read this weekend, for you see, it is that time of year again, where my clan collects itself, the entirety of the food (as in far too much, because really? We can't pop over to some shop and get some milk if we need it!?) and sets off on the grand adventure by the seaside.

A long weekend of going to sleep too late due to scrabble, getting up for too early due to fishing and a great many siestas.

Last year I brought one book and barely touched it, opting rather to listen to the podfics I shoved into my mp3 player. This time I'm putting nothing but music on her, so that I can read my the longfics I downloaded and read the ebooks (holy shit, so much lesbian pulp!) I now own.

Lucky me.

It's a family holiday.

I will be back sometime Sunday, and while Officer Kalakaua will be joining me, I very much doubt there will be any wifi for her to hijack.

I might still be around tomorrow morning, depending and how much I'm needed for schlepping.
eumelia: (little delirium - silly)
I just got back from the Cirque Du Soleil!

Holy shit it was gorgeous, I'm so happy I made the decision to go, drag my parents along with my niece and nephew to the show.

The show we saw is Alegria and I was a bit overcome at some point, feeling tears in my eyes at such a beautiful spectacle.

I'm really not sure what the over all story we were the audience was supposed to perceive, but I didn't care, I was seeing people fly through the air, contort into shapes I didn't know were humanly possible and clowns who were actually hilarious and not grotesque; you couldn't understand a word they were saying, but they managed to emote everything.

The acrobatics started with the a double flying trapeze act, two trapeze artists doing cork screws in the air and hanging by their ankles on the apparatus. The gasps in the audience were audible throughout; my hands hurt after every act.

The tumbling on the trampoline were death defying, I kept expecting the artists to crash into each other - the trampoline was an X shape on the floor of the stage (uncovered for the act, and covered up again to be a hard surface)the somersaults were out of this world, just superb.

There were several acts with the clowns, all of them bellyachingly funny, but the act after the Russian Barre (which had a little stumble, but like a cat the acrobat looked like he had meant to do that by doing a backwards somersault onto another bar and nailing the fucker like it was a hop and skip down the road) was by far the best, because they mocked the act and had a member of the audience be all shocked and awed at being up there with them.

The contortionists, hand balancer, fire dancers and object manipulators were all mesmerising. The contortionists moved from one position to another like their made of liquid silk.

I have a soft spot for fire dancers, because I'm afraid of fire, so seeing them light their torches with their tongues and hold the flames on their feet, I'm not ashamed to say the hairs on the back of my neck and my arms stood on end like I had an electrical current go through me.

The final act was the flying trapeze. I think I've used up all my words. Let's just say my mouth was hanging open.

And that's what I did this afternoon.

I do believe I win.
eumelia: (queer rage)
I wrote a post yesterday just before I headed out to the parade, but Officer Kalakaua ate it alas. I'm still getting used to this whole typing with my thumbs and not touching things by accident.

I also switched on the spell check, which happens to be the autocorrect, so my initial attempts at swearing were a bust. Truly, Officer, I really did mean to say "fuck" and not "fork".

Funny stuff. I may install a chat app just so Imcan screengrab things and send them to Damn You Autocorrect!

Any way, it was a successful march. I'd never taken any formal part in Pride, but the march in Jerusalem is of way more significance due to it's nature as a human rights march, as opposed to the pandering street party that the one in Tel-Aviv is. It's also far more significant due to it being a memorial of the shooting of the gay youth club three years ago, so you know, it's important.

I was very concerned about the police and the border patrol (the border police has more presence in spaces like these as opposed to the actual border), but my own paranoia was just that.

I stood with the security at the entrance to the assembly area and put bracelets on people to prove that they had been checked out by security, so that was annoying - also, the amount of Holocaust jokes were abound.

After standing around for two hours, I and the rest the ushers became the headers, basically making sure there were no people behind us except the police.

I forewent the post-march concerts and speeches, and along with a few other people went to celebrate [sexy!roommate]'s birthday on the grass a bit away from the the assembly.

Long, but rather good day, all in all.

I now have a t-shirt I can't wear ever again, due to it being an usher shirt, not because it was ruined. I also got burnt on the back of my neck.

Just call me Red Neck Mel.
eumelia: (get a job)
For fuck's sake.

I really, really wanted to post another "Meta on Commute" tonight.

But I'm not going to.

I arrived home from work at ten. I arrived at work this morning at half past nine.

I can barely see the screen in front of me. I am at that point where I can only make vague hand gestures and flop tiredly on flat (yet soft) surfaces.

The worst thing is that I will be working these hours tomorrow as well, because I'm taking a day off on Thursday. Christ, no one told me it was such hard work to have a holiday.

And it's not like I'm even taking a day off because I feel like having a long weekend. If only! I'd get a chance to write, something I'll have to sequester myself into my room on Friday and Saturday. Damn in, I need to get this story done, it is meant to be a gift!

Yeah, so my day off is going to be a nightmare one way or another. You see, I've decided to schlep my ass to Jerusalem (a city towards which my feelings are not wholly positive) in order to participate in the annual Pride/Memorial march. Not only am I participating, I'm going to be an usher there. I've never been an usher at any kind of political event in my life. Well, apparently this includes interacting with the police (a segment of the population that has never made me feel particularly safe, not as a woman and certainly not as a gay woman with political opinions that are considered wrong by many and dissident by others).

So yeah. Fun times.

At least I'll see friends, allies and have a place to crash, considering my sister and her family make their home in that city.
eumelia: (bollocks)
Just dropped the cat off at the vet.

Fuck.

My.

Life.

News, if there is any, as soon as I have more than two minutes at the computer.
eumelia: (mystique)
I had one of the best days I've had in a very long time.

I spent the morning and afternoon with my BFF and a close mate (ACM). Ostensibly the morning was to run errands with out close mate, but really, it was just so much fun for me to spend time with my friends, who know what is going on in my life and with whom I don't have to censor myself.

All three of us went to the mall in order to shop for shoes and pants for ACM. Both BFF and ACM are fat and ACM always has problems finding pants that she really likes.

I think BFF and I were good luck charms because she found a pair of shoes that fit her and two pairs of pants that looked amazing and were comfortable for her.

I was the yak of this expedition, seeing as this shopping mission wasn't a gathering, but a hunt - we had an objective and we zero'd in on it - I schlepped the bags belonging to the fat lady and when I started complaining about being hungry, I was dubbed an honourary fatty just as went for lunch.

Which, you know, yay!

I love spending time with BFF and ACM. Well, BFF is who she is and she's one of those people who is just there for me, no matter what and I'm there for her - it's a mutual thing. And ACM is one of those freakishly clever and insightful people and I kind of melt when she's witty and commits word play - so carrying her bags was fun.

There's also a kind of "screw you" to the world when a thin girl carries the shopping bags of fat girls, you know? And I enjoy that feeling, so I was totally selfish.

I actually worried my BFF yesterday by not recognising the fact that I was hungry by my hunger pangs, but thinking they were an ache relating to some kind of stomach bug. Yes, I assume any and all stomach aches are actually not benign.

ACM said, "You think like a thin person, but we forgive you," when I related to above to her today.

Yes, well, nobody's perfect.
eumelia: (little death - thinking)
Wish is home!

Not only is he home, he bolted out of the carry cage, went to sit in his litter box, came out to munch on some of his kibble and when I stuffed his medicine in his wet food, he chomped it up!

OMG!

I'm so relieved!

Thank you to everyone who commented or otherwise communicated with me over the day.

It has been harrowing.

I really hope he doesn't have to see the vet again.

Just... wow...

Now I feel like I can actually eat a whole pizza! Lucky, my bff will be feeding me just that tonight.
eumelia: (science will be okay)
Wish, my cat, has asthma.

I headed out at around half past eight this morning to get a vet from the clinic to help me take him there.

The poor boy was having a nap when I brought him downstairs to the waiting cage. It wasn't that terrible, he weed on me, but that's to be expected - the old man was utterly stressed out.

Once the vet gave him a shot to drowse him, he made noises reminiscent of Darth Vader, wheezing and gurgling. He sounded like an old man with emphysema. Once we arrived and the head of the clinic took a look at him and pronounced him "Very bad shape."

Cue the tears.

So there I was, sitting in the waiting room, crying my eyes out, under the impression that my cat is all but dead on his feet.

I called my brother, who is the only other sibling who loves the cat because he was living at home when Wish came to live with us (my older sisters were already out on their own, so they have no special feeling towards Wish). I called my brother, and he rushed over from work and sat with me for half an hour, and I'm really happy he did.

At around half past 10 the head vet came out to let us know that Wish is in the oxygen saturation chamber and that we should be able to take him home soon. They also gave me a prescription for the asthma, all of which he should be able to take with his daily wet food snack.

So we waited and the vet said his breathing was still bad so he wanted to keep him in for a few more hours.

And here we are. My cat is still at the vet and I'm still crying my eyes out, because this is the longest he's been our of the house since he was fixed as an older kitten, over 14 years ago.

My parents are abroad and my brother couldn't stay and now I don't know what to think about it all.
eumelia: (bullshit)
Hello my lovelies.

Shall I regale you with my continuing saga of ordeals, making my unremarkable life a series of events one can only coin as "unfortunate".

I don't remember if I mentioned, but my parents have gone on holiday and I am house sitting for them, spending time like a single lady with a cat. I had procrastinated most of Sunday and Monday away, the most productive thing I had done was write a few words of fic, send out a few resumes and set up a job interview.

The job interview was set for today and there's not much to say about it. The interviewer wasn't impressed by me and so when I get the call back, the rejection shan't sting. Still, as my sister told me as she coached me, "have fun and gain experience". It was fun to dress up and look around a be utterly out of league when it came to this kind of place of employment - high end kitchen design halls just aren't for me I guess.

However, prior to the interview I lamented the fact that my good pants were in the wash and I had no decent shoes!

[Sexy!Roommate], bless her, works a hop and a skip away from my home town and she very generously brought me my good shoes from our flat up north.

I was out of the house for two hours or so.

When I returned, it was like a scene out of Titanic.

My red All-Stars were soaked as I stepped into a puddle of water and I literally gasped. I just, could not believe what I was seeing. I followed the water to my parents' bedroom.

My mother's Crocs were floating.

The pipe of the en-suite sink had burst and was spraying water everywhere.

Every-fucking-where.

I had to call my neighbours to help me turn on the mains for the water and I was holding it together by a thread. A thread.

By the time the plumber came I'd already cried to my parents over the phone - they tell me they are proud of me, that I handled things well. God, I hope I'm never in a real flood or other natural disaster, I would not do well, I tell you!

That said, I did my best to scoop the water - but the carpeting in their room was soaked, as was the carpeting of my childhood bedroom. It was pretty horrific.

There's something poignant and tragic about taking pictures of ruined pillows, boxes and pictures to send off to the insurance company.

And today, the plumber returned to repair and rip up the carpets - had this happened in July or August, we may had been tempted to air our the rooms and let the carpets dry, but in March it's still too chilly and damp.

The cat, of course, is utterly stressed out. He shat all over the place and I've mopped up the floor twice already. It doesn't help that he's old and has a cough. I'm taking him to the vet tomorrow for the first time in... many years. He's a very anxious and indoors-y creature, he doesn't do well with these things, if we're going to understate things.

It's funny, when I spoke to my mother she asked me if I had blogged about my exploits and I said, no, I hadn't. I wasn't sure whether this would read as hilarious anecdote or an over share of pity. I suppose it's a bit of both.

When speaking of all the above to my siblings I reiterated that I must be cursed. How does all this plumbing shit happen to one person, over and over again, in less than six months?

My eldest sister suggested I become a plumber - in my addled mind - that idea is beginning to sound pretty damn good. Don't think I haven't been looking at technical colleges!

I have another job interview lined up soon.

I march on. One soggy socked foot at a time.

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V and Justice

V: Ah, I was forgetting that we are not properly introduced. I do not have a name. You can call me V. Madam Justice...this is V. V... this is Madam Justice. hello, Madam Justice.

Justice: Good evening, V.

V: There. Now we know each other. Actually, I've been a fan of yours for quite some time. Oh, I know what you're thinking...

Justice: The poor boy has a crush on me...an adolescent fatuation.

V: I beg your pardon, Madam. It isn't like that at all. I've long admired you...albeit only from a distance. I used to stare at you from the streets below when I was a child. I'd say to my father, "Who is that lady?" And he'd say "That's Madam Justice." And I'd say "Isn't she pretty."

V: Please don't think it was merely physical. I know you're not that sort of girl. No, I loved you as a person. As an ideal.

Justice: What? V! For shame! You have betrayed me for some harlot, some vain and pouting hussy with painted lips and a knowing smile!

V: I, Madam? I beg to differ! It was your infidelity that drove me to her arms!

V: Ah-ha! That surprised you, didn't it? You thought I didn't know about your little fling. But I do. I know everything! Frankly, I wasn't surprised when I found out. You always did have an eye for a man in uniform.

Justice: Uniform? Why I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about. It was always you, V. You were the only one...

V: Liar! Slut! Whore! Deny that you let him have his way with you, him with his armbands and jackboots!

V: Well? Cat got your tongue? I though as much.

V: Very well. So you stand revealed at last. you are no longer my justice. You are his justice now. You have bedded another.

Justice: Sob! Choke! Wh-who is she, V? What is her name?

V: Her name is Anarchy. And she has taught me more as a mistress than you ever did! She has taught me that justice is meaningless without freedom. She is honest. She makes no promises and breaks none. Unlike you, Jezebel. I used to wonder why you could never look me in the eye. Now I know. So good bye, dear lady. I would be saddened by our parting even now, save that you are no longer the woman I once loved.

*KABOOM!*

-"V for Vendetta"

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