Megalomaniac Me
May. 25th, 2005 05:02 pmMwa ha ha. See how I take over both the NCC and FOCS mags. Yes indeedy. I finally got my FOCS mag yesterday, and spent some time stroking my name, for it was indeed exciting. In fact, speaking of, I mun fax it to my mother (and yes, I am v.v. sad) ut share the excitement.
What gets me about the Verity-Ann/Mary-Lou sitch, though, is when in Reunion, speaking about her mother’s death, Mary-Lou says that she doesn’t have any family left, save Clem, who is as good as a sister. Um, what about Verity, dear? You know, your step-sister. Not that you ever call her that, for some reason unknown to me. And frankly, the impression I got in some of the later ML books was that they weren’t even in the same circle of ‘close’ friends. Bum for Verity. Spurned on all fronts.
Also, I have come to an important realisation about my character. The reason I have been completely useless at work the past couple of weeks is because my house situation has been in a complete mess. My room was in chaos – filled with boxes and crap to the extent that I could not walk across it. Literally. There was some very complicated choreography going on if I wished to reach the window, and frankly I wasn’t bothering. Not at all healthy for my delicate little psyche. So, yesterday I unpacked lots and tidied away and generally made everything clean and sweetly smelling and dandy so that once again I am super-productive and have done lots of work. So, note to self: keep things more or less under control at home and all will be well. I’m not joking, Self. This is Very Important.
I am still distraught about my lack of vikingness. Maybe if I encourage a sense of bloodlust and a passion for pointy horns (please no-one comment on that), I will do better next time. I strive for vikingness.
Senni Firpen.
What gets me about the Verity-Ann/Mary-Lou sitch, though, is when in Reunion, speaking about her mother’s death, Mary-Lou says that she doesn’t have any family left, save Clem, who is as good as a sister. Um, what about Verity, dear? You know, your step-sister. Not that you ever call her that, for some reason unknown to me. And frankly, the impression I got in some of the later ML books was that they weren’t even in the same circle of ‘close’ friends. Bum for Verity. Spurned on all fronts.
Also, I have come to an important realisation about my character. The reason I have been completely useless at work the past couple of weeks is because my house situation has been in a complete mess. My room was in chaos – filled with boxes and crap to the extent that I could not walk across it. Literally. There was some very complicated choreography going on if I wished to reach the window, and frankly I wasn’t bothering. Not at all healthy for my delicate little psyche. So, yesterday I unpacked lots and tidied away and generally made everything clean and sweetly smelling and dandy so that once again I am super-productive and have done lots of work. So, note to self: keep things more or less under control at home and all will be well. I’m not joking, Self. This is Very Important.
I am still distraught about my lack of vikingness. Maybe if I encourage a sense of bloodlust and a passion for pointy horns (please no-one comment on that), I will do better next time. I strive for vikingness.
Senni Firpen.