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Over the last two days, I have decided that my husband is a shameless enabler to my Elf addiction.
You would think that a man would not want his wife wasting her time in fantasy-land and chatting online with other Pervy Elf Fanciers. Plus, he knows his wife is a decent writer; a "good" husband would encourage her to pursue her writing in productive directions, right?
Well, *mine* is a bona fide enabler! Yesterday, we went over his parents' house for a cookout and steamed crabs (which I had to forgo, being vegetarian and all--boo...), and while we were floating in the pool, do you know what he said to me?
"Do you know what would be cool, Ree?" (We call each other Ree--long story! He also calls me "Felak" and "'gund," which goes along with the whole enabling thing!) "You should get a tattoo of the Star of Fëanor."
My response: "WHAT?!?! You're my husband! You're not supposed to be telling me that!" And then we had a good laugh.
I have no tattoos. No piercings either, except for one hole in each ear because I am a blood/injury phobic and pass out at the sight of blood. I can only put earrings in that one hole on a "good day." So that would pose a dilemma in the whole Star of Fëanor thing. It is something that would require a lot of thought--for this reason and also because I am not a trendy person and refuse to be tramp-stamped. Although, if you avoid something that you want because it's trendy, isn't that just as bad? Of course, I don't know that I'd want it, but it's just a thought.
Then, today, he told me, "You know, Ree, when your long story (Another Man's Cage) is finished, I'm going to read it."
Again: "WHAT?!?! And that made me very nervous because I wrote this thinking *no one* would read it (there are some very personal bits), and now I am sharing it with people online with whom I do not have to associate daily much less sleep with at night...but then the flattery took over that my husband wants to read a many-hundred page Silmarillion monster just because *I* wrote it.
::huggles Bobby very, VERY hard!::
Friday, of course, was nerd night. On of our nerd crew--the only other female besides me--is a pretty, white-blond girl named Claire. She is the portrait of delicate feminity. But I must say that some things come out of that girl's mouth that make me fall on the floor and hoot with laughter. We were eating dinner at Cheeburger Cheeburger on Friday night, and she said, out of the blue, to her boyfriend, "It's not so fun when *I* pull *your* hair, is it?"
She is not healthy for me because her presence is beginning to synergize my perviness. We were "pinning" the rider for my dragon model on Friday, and I asked, "Did it penetrate?" (meaning the pin vice).... Enough said. Needless to say, the conversation--which involved a co-nerd named Dave--devolved to the point where Claire was saying to Dave, "You don't like it when *I* f!ck *you* up the ass, do you?" I am a married woman! I am not supposed to laugh at that! Bad 'gund! Bad! Bad!
I should have finished puttying my dragon on Friday. Of course, I did not. I never finish things on time. Although I cannot blame myself this time; the putty kept sticking to my fingers and not the model, and it was pissing me off. I think I put too much "blue" in it. I am hoping to finish it this week. (Haha. Since I said that, I definitely won't!)
Saturday was the first really nice day we've had in Maryland for some time. It has been in the mid-nineties with 100% humidity for the last three weeks. The Bal'more motto is "It's not the heat, it's the humidity, hon," and the last half-month has proven that. Walking outside of Target tonight, it felt like being in an oven on low heat. Literally. It is inescapable. It wraps you up. I am very tolerant to heat (I didn't even put on the AC in my office today), and it has been hot even for me. Bobby and I have taken to having our meals indoors instead of on our balcony with our hanging basket, the pansies that were a gift at my spring skating show, and our lily. It is simply too hot to enjoy our meals.
But Saturday was nice. The humidity took a day off. It wasn't so ungodly hot. So what did we do? We sat in the apartment and played a D&D game.
To be fair, the D&D game has been scheduled for some time. It is part of the RPG that I run. I wanted to have it last weekend, but our best good friend Harry Potter (not his real name, girls) wanted more time to prepare for it...so it was this weekend. On the most beautiful day in three weeks. ::sigh:: Oh, well. It is supposed to be near one hundred degrees tomorrow with 100% humidity.
Sunday we had the aforementioned crabs with the in-laws. Do you know how hard it is for a Bal'more girl to sit and watch her family chowing down on steamed crabs while sitting and calmly sipping her Pepsi and not being able to partake? It is the downside to vegetarianism, that I also chose to give up seafood. Bobby has been trying to talk me into seafood without central nervous systems--like mollusks--but after eleven years, it is not a decision that I will make lightly.
Last night, of course, I had insomnia. I almost always have insomnia on Sunday nights because I am naturally a nocturnal person, and my system resets itself after only a day of staying up late (whereas I have "trained" to wake up early for a year-and-a-half now, and it still doesn't work). So I lay awake for a good three hours and just thought. Lucky for me, Maitimo paid me a visit last night. He sat down on the stool next to my bed and told me all about this time he was jealous of Macalaurë and this whole struggle he went through in his life so that I could write about it today. Girls can't complain about having a good-looking, red-haired Elf sitting next to their bed through most of the night!
I had in mind to get a good five pages written today. Well, I wrote about one-and-a-half before it was time to leave work, but I feel like I can roll with it tomorrow and get something good accomplished. Mondays are difficult because I am tired from the insomnia and it is my busiest day of the week. Let's hope Tuesdays are better!
You would think that a man would not want his wife wasting her time in fantasy-land and chatting online with other Pervy Elf Fanciers. Plus, he knows his wife is a decent writer; a "good" husband would encourage her to pursue her writing in productive directions, right?
Well, *mine* is a bona fide enabler! Yesterday, we went over his parents' house for a cookout and steamed crabs (which I had to forgo, being vegetarian and all--boo...), and while we were floating in the pool, do you know what he said to me?
"Do you know what would be cool, Ree?" (We call each other Ree--long story! He also calls me "Felak" and "'gund," which goes along with the whole enabling thing!) "You should get a tattoo of the Star of Fëanor."
My response: "WHAT?!?! You're my husband! You're not supposed to be telling me that!" And then we had a good laugh.
I have no tattoos. No piercings either, except for one hole in each ear because I am a blood/injury phobic and pass out at the sight of blood. I can only put earrings in that one hole on a "good day." So that would pose a dilemma in the whole Star of Fëanor thing. It is something that would require a lot of thought--for this reason and also because I am not a trendy person and refuse to be tramp-stamped. Although, if you avoid something that you want because it's trendy, isn't that just as bad? Of course, I don't know that I'd want it, but it's just a thought.
Then, today, he told me, "You know, Ree, when your long story (Another Man's Cage) is finished, I'm going to read it."
Again: "WHAT?!?! And that made me very nervous because I wrote this thinking *no one* would read it (there are some very personal bits), and now I am sharing it with people online with whom I do not have to associate daily much less sleep with at night...but then the flattery took over that my husband wants to read a many-hundred page Silmarillion monster just because *I* wrote it.
::huggles Bobby very, VERY hard!::
Friday, of course, was nerd night. On of our nerd crew--the only other female besides me--is a pretty, white-blond girl named Claire. She is the portrait of delicate feminity. But I must say that some things come out of that girl's mouth that make me fall on the floor and hoot with laughter. We were eating dinner at Cheeburger Cheeburger on Friday night, and she said, out of the blue, to her boyfriend, "It's not so fun when *I* pull *your* hair, is it?"
She is not healthy for me because her presence is beginning to synergize my perviness. We were "pinning" the rider for my dragon model on Friday, and I asked, "Did it penetrate?" (meaning the pin vice).... Enough said. Needless to say, the conversation--which involved a co-nerd named Dave--devolved to the point where Claire was saying to Dave, "You don't like it when *I* f!ck *you* up the ass, do you?" I am a married woman! I am not supposed to laugh at that! Bad 'gund! Bad! Bad!
I should have finished puttying my dragon on Friday. Of course, I did not. I never finish things on time. Although I cannot blame myself this time; the putty kept sticking to my fingers and not the model, and it was pissing me off. I think I put too much "blue" in it. I am hoping to finish it this week. (Haha. Since I said that, I definitely won't!)
Saturday was the first really nice day we've had in Maryland for some time. It has been in the mid-nineties with 100% humidity for the last three weeks. The Bal'more motto is "It's not the heat, it's the humidity, hon," and the last half-month has proven that. Walking outside of Target tonight, it felt like being in an oven on low heat. Literally. It is inescapable. It wraps you up. I am very tolerant to heat (I didn't even put on the AC in my office today), and it has been hot even for me. Bobby and I have taken to having our meals indoors instead of on our balcony with our hanging basket, the pansies that were a gift at my spring skating show, and our lily. It is simply too hot to enjoy our meals.
But Saturday was nice. The humidity took a day off. It wasn't so ungodly hot. So what did we do? We sat in the apartment and played a D&D game.
To be fair, the D&D game has been scheduled for some time. It is part of the RPG that I run. I wanted to have it last weekend, but our best good friend Harry Potter (not his real name, girls) wanted more time to prepare for it...so it was this weekend. On the most beautiful day in three weeks. ::sigh:: Oh, well. It is supposed to be near one hundred degrees tomorrow with 100% humidity.
Sunday we had the aforementioned crabs with the in-laws. Do you know how hard it is for a Bal'more girl to sit and watch her family chowing down on steamed crabs while sitting and calmly sipping her Pepsi and not being able to partake? It is the downside to vegetarianism, that I also chose to give up seafood. Bobby has been trying to talk me into seafood without central nervous systems--like mollusks--but after eleven years, it is not a decision that I will make lightly.
Last night, of course, I had insomnia. I almost always have insomnia on Sunday nights because I am naturally a nocturnal person, and my system resets itself after only a day of staying up late (whereas I have "trained" to wake up early for a year-and-a-half now, and it still doesn't work). So I lay awake for a good three hours and just thought. Lucky for me, Maitimo paid me a visit last night. He sat down on the stool next to my bed and told me all about this time he was jealous of Macalaurë and this whole struggle he went through in his life so that I could write about it today. Girls can't complain about having a good-looking, red-haired Elf sitting next to their bed through most of the night!
I had in mind to get a good five pages written today. Well, I wrote about one-and-a-half before it was time to leave work, but I feel like I can roll with it tomorrow and get something good accomplished. Mondays are difficult because I am tired from the insomnia and it is my busiest day of the week. Let's hope Tuesdays are better!
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Date: 2005-07-26 02:50 am (UTC)I think the most vegetarian I can do is a salad and I do eat my veggies at meal time. But I eat meat. Cow mostly, chicken only on a whim or when my best friend cooks it, and pork only when the best friend cooks it. :-)
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Date: 2005-07-26 12:25 pm (UTC)It was only recently that I confessed to my husband that the "story" I kept talking about was a Silmarillion one!
Of course, he knew I wrote Sil. That dumb play had seen to that! (Besides, I wrote it for him!)
I think the most vegetarian I can do is a salad and I do eat my veggies at meal time.
LOL! Understandable! It is certainly not a lifestyle for everyone, especially in Western culture, where meat is an expected part of every meal. When I chose this route eleven years ago (at the tender age of 12--I have very understanding parents!), salad was about my only option. Now there are vegetarian chicken nuggets, buffalo wings, ground "beef," riblets....
Okay, I'm going to stop! I'm rambling and making myself hungry! :D
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Date: 2005-07-26 03:28 am (UTC)Personally, I don't see the connection—funny is funny. :) Also, SO-/spouse-types who encourage one's pervy elf fancying = good.
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Date: 2005-07-26 12:28 pm (UTC)The ideal, though, is that I should be mature and well-behaved and...screw that!
(I've never been those things and don't plan on starting now! :D)
Also, SO-/spouse-types who encourage one's pervy elf fancying = good.
I'll raise a bottle of Deer Park Natural Spring Water to that!
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Date: 2005-07-26 08:30 am (UTC)And why do you keep saying "bad 'gund"?
Embrace your evilness! Life is so much more fun that way!
*evil cackle*
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Date: 2005-07-26 12:33 pm (UTC)I suppose it derives from trying to walk the fine line between being funny and hurtful. I obviously have no problem with naughty talk filled with profane language ;) but I find that "exclusive" groups--like our gaming group--can sometimes, inadvertantly or not, be cruel to others on the outside.
So sometimes, in the course of our Friday nerd nights, I find that I have to continue removing and reinserting the stick up my butt.
Eek! There's an image.... ;D
Husbands
Date: 2005-07-26 12:30 pm (UTC)Re: Husbands
Date: 2005-07-26 12:44 pm (UTC)Still, it is easier to write for a faceless online community....
My boss knows that I write too and knows I write fan fiction. The good thing is that my boss is not a reader and hasn't even seen the LotR movies, much less read the book. Much less read the Sil! The other day, I had my ever-present copy of the Sil sitting on my desk, and he came into my office and asked me, "Haven't you read that like fifteen times?" I told him that yeah, parts of it I had read 15 (or more!) times.... "So what now? Can you cast magic spells or something?" I just about died laughing!
As far as your story, you could always "write for the drawer," as it was known in the Soviet Union. Another Man's Cage was written with the full intention that it never be shared, and bits of it are very personal and are hard to copy and paste into my LJ or HASA for the world to read and critique! But I *had* to write it, I was compelled, whether anyone read it or not.
Are there any places your boss doesn't know? Your LJ even? You could always post the original version there. I know quite a few Legolas fangurls who would appreciate the original version very much!
Husbands: Your idea
Date: 2005-07-26 01:08 pm (UTC)Re: Husbands: Your idea
Date: 2005-07-26 01:27 pm (UTC)I love posting stories on mine because you have greater freedom with displaying your text how you want, even including images and illustrations. (
I swear I don't work for LJ! Just a personal testament ;)
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Date: 2005-07-26 06:01 pm (UTC)I could never be a veggie... one I love meat too much and two my hubby is a chef! I'd miss out on too many yummy things!
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Date: 2005-07-26 06:51 pm (UTC)My husband was a bit freaked out at first by slash. But I have slowly gotten him to understand it better, I think. He claims not to have an attraction to lesbians, so the whole concept of women being attracted to gay men is rather foreign to him. I don't write slash (although I have been known to read it ;D), so it's not a big issue for us, just me trying to get him to be more open-minded! It's cool that your hubby doesn't care. So many people have told me that they write in secret, as though it is something to be ashamed of!
It seems I am rambling. Sorry! I am going to be quiet now :)
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Date: 2005-07-28 08:08 am (UTC)Kisses,
Cheryl
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Date: 2005-07-28 06:20 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-07-27 03:55 am (UTC)Perhaps a temporary Star of Feanor tattoo then? (Not sure where to get one but...) I had a good laugh over that. :)
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Date: 2005-07-27 12:55 pm (UTC)I see stars that resemble Stars of Feanor everywhere. When we were in Atlantic City, I got crazy-excited by the "Stars of Feanor" on the sides of the Taj Mahal casino. So maybe I'll luck out!
If not, there's always henna! :)
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Date: 2005-07-27 12:55 pm (UTC)