awards and dreams and just stuff

[cornerofmadness]

They tell you you acclimate to climates. They lie. I lived in FL for 3 years and never once acclimated to it. I'm back in the north and today I was scraping the slushy remains of ice off my car in a T-shirt and jeans and no jacket and it's like 40 and I'm comfortable as hell. Then I think aboutevil_little_dog  who's moving back to a far more northernly place after living most of her life in FL. I'm going to be sitting back and LAUGHING at her during this first winter. She laughed at me and made me sit on a coaster over the furniture for 3 years, now it's my turn to be amused. Sadly I won't get to see it but just knowing makes me grin with sadistic glee.

Speaking of sadistic glee, I finished making up my first solo test with the help of my two TA's who are far more saditstic than me. The way I see it, the students make up 90% of their own questions and after the quiz bowl review they have the answers so I'm totally justified in changing the answers, flipping them around and/or restructuring the sentence so they dont' memorize the answer to this question is D.  Now to make up two whole lectures while the boss is gone...

I hate napping. I always have the weirdest dreams. I woke up an hour before the alarm today and decided, I needed that hour of sleep more than I needed to start my chores. Sure enough here comes the weird dream.  I dreamt I was Connor from Hyperion's Son (for those of you who haven't read that story of mine and shame on you, this Connor is a heroin junkie who supports himself by stealing and as a rough trade whore for humans and demons alike) who arrived at W&H which was now a high rise condo  only to find Angel and Cordy with a replacement Connor baby who was worshipped like Jasmine...and oddly all my friends were there to do the worshipping and it was getting very scary because I knew if I was caught there I'd be put to death but luckily the fraternal order of police called me at some ridiculously early hour to beg for money and woke me up.

Now onto the award. It was from When the Sun Sets awards and it won for best Wes/Fred shocking the pants off of me. I entered as a lark. The story, Queen Mryta's Dance, was not one of my favorites. I wrote it for a ficathon and it takes place in the middle of Waiting in the Wings which I despise utterly in spite of it being set around one of my favorite ballets. This short story while being Wes/Fred is also rather nitpicky of that eppy so I'm surprised people like it. And the award is darn pretty too.

Comments

[esmerelda-t.livejournal.com]

I dreamt I was Connor from Hyperion's Son

*snickers* and I thought the dream where I was in a mall fighitng with Wolverine was bizzare and a possible sign I should broaden my extra-curricular activities. :)

I was kicking his ass by the way, then I woke up, damn.

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

Now see kicking Wolvie's butt would be fun (side note I originally typed kissing his butt which if it's Hugh Jackman that still stands)

[esmerelda-t.livejournal.com]

It was Hugh, in leather costume, cause Id have felt silly kicking a guy in yellow spandex's ass, but dont think I couldnt! :)

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

yeah the yellow spandex is just...well so 70's.