Agent Double-Oh Oh

I've been surfing Wiki on one of my 'bored and looking up cool people' fits. It started with Basil Rathbone, which led to Jeremy Brett, which led to a list of actors who have played Sherlock Holmes.

I surfed the list bored, and saw that Tom Baker, best known as the (fourth) Doctor, had been Holmes once. So had John Cleese of Monty Python. And Leonard Nimoy Spock.

As I read the list though, I found one that confused me. Charlton Heston. Yes, that Charlton Heston. The Ten Commandments. Planet of the Apes. The first not awesome adaption of the best sci-fi/vampire book ever.

But seriously people. Charlton Heston played Holmes? That's... that's got to be worse than RDJ's Holmes. Seriously.

Yeah.

Spent most of the day at Drew's house, working on the Geometry Rhapsody. It turned out pretty well, considering that neither of us can sing.

I dressed in my awesome clothes. Top hat, brown wool great coat, Gryffindor scarf, and purple glasses. Drew's mom wanted to stop at the bookstore and I found the COOLEST GLASSES EVER (okay they were just plastic 3D glasses), and she got them for me, saying it was my Christmas present. Yay!

Drew messed up a few times and called me 'he' in front of his mom (who is not cool about such things.) I'm mildly amused.

Ran into a cousin who didn't recognize me and wouldn't accept me being the cousin I said I was. Interesting.

Luke and Marcus broke up. I'm silently celebrating. Marcus was a complete ass. I want to punch him. I want to punch most things that annoy me...

In my Magic's Haven-verse, today is the tenth anniversary of the death of Narcissus 'Narcis' King, son of the infamous King family, business partner to John F. Good for close to fifteen years at the time of his death. He was survived by a mother (Artemis), three sisters (Echo, Nymph, Naiad), and a nephew (Ganymede).

Yes, the King family tend towards kinda stupid Greek mythos related names. I'm just questioning the judgment of a woman who named her son after a man who fell in love with his reflection and named her daughter for the woman who fell in love with said man.

The second in my life!

( Picture! )

It's snowing. In Louisiana. In my front yard.

...

WHAT IS THIIIIIS? IS THE WORLD ENDING? I DON'T WANNA DIIIIIIIIE?

*curls up in a ball and shivers*

(And I will shoot any of you who quote 'White Christmas' or tell me that it's a Christmas miracle.)

Just saw my (Great) Uncle Jeff for the first time in... a year (and he lives directly next door!) He's grown a beard. That's the only notable thing.

Went to Goodwill. Found a used formalish coat I liked (pinstripes!) for ten bucks. Picked it up because I need something formalish.

Reading Player Piano (Vonnegut).

Wrote something today about how empathy (the magic-y ability) works in the Immortals!verse. Inborn empathic abilities + Rank Two Immortal power bonus + twin bond = holyshitIcantasteyourfeelings (poor Inv).

Pizza. Yum. Mexican pizza. Super yum.

1. Put Your iPod on shuffle
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. You must write down the name of the song no matter how silly it sounds!
4. Put any comments in brackets after the song name.
5. Tag at least 10 friends.
6. Anyone tagged has to do the same, because fun pointlessness spreads like a virus.
( Clicky! )

Not much happened. Wore new binder. Planning how to make 7.5K in 3 1/2 years. Thinking about magic.

Got my new binder today and put it on during JROTC hour. It's one of the new model of doublefronts that don't roll up by method of basically being a onesie. I had to modify it some once I got home, but it's awesome. Also, because of the straps (like tanktop/wifebeater straps), I can probably pass it off as a bra if Dad decides to be an ass. The strap looks about right.

I'm trying to decide what I want to do with the money I've got. I need to save up for practical things (more binders, surgery in the far future), but there's also comics and books and a few posters, including an excellent Goodfellas one I found at Hastings. Just the main character's face and, "For as long as I can remember, I've always wanted to be a gangster."

I'm in a country mood today, so I'm listening to Waylon and Willie. Why do half their songs depress me? Let's go to Luchenback, Texas...

God, I'm fanboying over the fact that Sergio Aragones is writing more Groo comics. He's what got me into comics in the first place. Groo is love. So is Rufferto, Chakaal, the Sage, Ahax, Taranto, the Minstrel, and of course, Sergio and Mark.

Also, why do I have the full audio track of Watchmen on my iPod?

High points of the day: Ms. Barnhart talking about how much she hates having a class of all boys.

Ms. Monroe saying that our class was the new version of Guys and Dolls (after we split into groups of Sema, TBar, and Natalie and Drew, Luke, Will, and me.)

Low points: Ms. Monroe setting off an anxiety attack in Drew.

Wearing a fucking bra. Those things do weird shit to my back and I am lying here aching because my lower back and shoulder are mutinying against me. (Yes, I am perfectly comfortable wandering around all day with a spandex thing constricting my entire torso, but a sports bra is the death of me.

But Dad seems to have decided that scaring me half to death is more effective than just taking my binder. I'm about to butcher it and make something more effective than painful, evil bras. When my new one comes in this week or next, I'll see how easy it'll be to pass it off as not there (this one was higher cut than most of my T-shirts, this new one is more undershirt/wifebeater cut.)

Only 14 more days of school 'till Christmas break.

Also, I walked around today with 103 dollars in my pocket. 'Twas a weird feeling.

( A bit from a message from my aunt )

Dad's going to take away my binder. Dad's going to take away my fucking binder. Dad's going to put me back to that stupid fucking point I was at last year when I couldn't get through a day without having a complete mental breakdown. The ma honestly fucking scares me.

Why the hell is it hard to understand that I don't do this shit to annoy him? Why's it hard to understand that I honestly can't stop crying and that it's not my decision to do this? I wish I could manage to be a normal fucking human kid with normal fucking human wishes, but that's pretty damn impossible. It's a fundamental part of who I am, and I can't change that.

And he says that people at school are going to think I'm a freak when the 'boy' they know grows up to be a fucking woman! NO. They're going to think I'm a freak when the fucking boy they know has to come to school as a fucking girl! I'm going to continue to exist to choruses of 'he-she' and 'tranny'.

Fuck it. It's not like I haven't bee suicidal. It's not like I haven't got scars from hurting my damn self to try to feel a little better for a few minutes. It's not like I don't constantly wish I could just sleep and never wake up.

Fuck life.

/angst

I'm out to Charity, who's a lot more willing to talk than Mom was. And I'm not out through letting her discover the contents of this journal (though I did message her on FB with a link), but through an honest face-to-face conversation, starting with, "Honestly, I'm probably going into therapy when we've got money."

And Baby Stalin is getting added to the list of 'Kids Who Insist Their Cousin is a Boy Despite Parents Saying No'. I think he's the first since I stopped wearing dresses and cut my hair, though. (Because Garrett insisted Cousin Alexis with the pigtails was a boy, lovely child.)

ETA: Just explained the binder and Underworks, which she asked me to link her.

Charity: *looking at People of Walmart*
Micah: *looking over her shoulder* ...What the fuck is that?
Charity: People of Walmart.
Micah: I know that, but... What the fuck is that?
Charity: What, you don't get that?
Micah: God himself doesn't get that.
Charity: HA! So you admit that there could be a god somewhere!
Micah: ...What the fuck?

I'm sitting in a room with five laptops, seven computers total, and five people, two of whom are in single digits. How fun!

Charity and Micah are pretty damn awesome. Baby Stalin is yelling and screaming and fussing. That's kinda what he does. The Soccer Ball is much better behaved.

I'm thinking of just linking Charity to this journal and say, "Here! Learn everything!" So, if you're reading this Charity, HEY! I'm typing this while Joseph's in his room after screaming over the blocks. Just go through my tags if you want. Though this may be a niceish place to start.

Heh. I'm a bit nervous. *crosses fingers*

Also, I like being one of the adult-type people in the room. This is why Dad's family > Mom's family (and, y'know, less hating me and calling me a fiend.)

Yesterday, I was in town with Gan (the evil grandmother) all day, but I got a free steak dinner for it, so it was okay. I also got fifty dollars and managed to talk her into giving it to me in the form of one of the Visa credit card gift card things.

So I know have another binder ordered, and I'm broke.

Tomorrow, I go to Arkansas to see my aunt and uncle.

I made a duct tape wallet. It's neon green. How lovely.

( A rant to the local bookstores )
( Letter to a nice old lady )
( A rant to the world in general )

NaNo's... not gonna get finished. I've got like six days to write 20k, and two of those days I'll be in Arkansas with my family. I've also got an essay to write and twenty pages or so to annotate.

Next time, Bell is not getting main character status. A. She's boring as a POV character, and B. She's hard to write for. Her thought process is just difficult to stay with for so many words. Good's much easier to think like, and he's the one who's actually legally mentally abnormal.

I'm not doing anymore work on Streets for Saturday. I've learned not to make an attempt for a different POV character when I'm on a schedule. I could have made 50k with Good, just because I can write how he thinks. Bell's too hard for me to follow. I don't use her as a POV character for the same reason I don't use Inv as a main character: Alien thoughts don't translate well to text (and Inv at least has the excuse of not being human!) Good's a schizophrenic psychopath, but I can follow those thoughts. That's still human. Bell's not, most of the time.

So yeah. My brain hurts. I'm going to go play with a cracktastic Immortal-verse story with younger clones of everyone running around and generally causing a fuss. Good dealing with John F. and Inv dealing with Wilbur and Bill are particularly amusing ideas to me.

Good morning, flist.

( A grinning werewolf who's NOT Good (though is related to him.) )

Me: Gimme a satsuma.
Dad: No! My satsumas!
Me: Gimme!
Dad: No! *counting satsumas* One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.
Me: Make that seven! Gimme.
Dad: *picks up satsuma* You will be Humphry! And you will be Henrietta. Charles. Robertto.
Me: I want one!
Dad: *picks out smallest, throws it at my head* Have Carla!

CUPS OF COFFEE: 7
CUPS OF TEA: 25
CANS OF MOUNTAIN DEW/PEPSI: 42
SATSUMAS: 54
WORD COUNT: 29,093

( Cut for rambling on future finances and the likelihood of saving up 7000+ dollars in three and a half years. )

( Bell was dreaming. )

Conversation the first:
Setup: Our teacher was out and we had been put in Coach E's classroom because it was empty that hour.

Coach E: --MacCarthy...
N. MacCarthy: Here
Coach E: Alexis deOrange...
Alex: It's Alex, sir.
Coach E: *looks up. stares. laughs* Oh, hell. I don't blame you in the least, Alex. Is that a family name or?
Alex: (thinking: Yay! Guy with a girly name FTW!) Honestly, I don't know. Dad named me and won't tell me. Asked my aunt, she said I wouldn't understand.
Coach E: *laughing harder* Sounds like somebody named his son after an ex-girlfriend!

Conversation the second:
Setup: Rambling with an arty friend while our math teacher is gone.

Friend: I've got a secret my parents don't need to know. *mouths* I'm bi! I have a girlfriend!
Alex: I can up that. My parents don't know I'm a guy.
Friend: ...*laughs* Yeah, you won.

Conversation the third:
Setup: Kid is sitting in our math class for some reason I'm not sure of. She's been listening to me and above friend.

Kid: Why do they *gestures at rest of class* call you Alexis?
Alex: Huh?
Kid: I heard some of them calling you Alexis, but your nametag says Alex.
Alex: Oh, that's cause they're little fuckmonkeys who won't listen to me.
Kid: Oh. *wanders off*

Stolen from officenerdgirl

1.Comment on this post if you want to.
2. On request, I will give you a letter.
3. Think of 5 fictional characters whose names begin with that letter.
4. Post their names and your comments on these characters in your LJ.

James "Logan" Howlett, codename Wolverine
Okay, maybe I had to twist a bit to include Logan on this list, but damnit, his name does start with a J! Logan's awesome. Really awesome. Even if his secondary mutation does seem to involve getting into every book at once and sometimes annoying me with his newest interpretation.

John Constantine
Another comic character! John Constantine is a chain smoking English guy who uses magic. And fights demons. And is bi. And wears a trench coat. Basically, he's all kinds of awesome (except for the smoking bit.)

J. Jonah Jameson
Okay, I really don't care about Jameson, but his name is alliterative, and I love alliteration. He's the editor-in-chief of the Daily Bugle (the one Peter Parker works at.) And even better, his father was J. Jonah Jameson Sr., making him J. Jonah Jameson Jr. Four J's!

Jonas Glim
No one other than me knows or cares who Jonas Glim is. He's a bounty hunter in DC who runs into Lobo more often than most people (or at least, more often than most people who live.) He has tusks and a trench coat. His dad beat him, planning to mess him up and exploit him as a bounty hunter. Jonas killed his dad and became a bounty hunter anyway.

Jenny Sparks
Another chain smoking English person. She's in the Wildstorm universe and was the embodiment of the 20th century (until of course, it ended. Now she's dead.) She started the Authority, a group of heroes who stopped crime and then... took over the world, almost, to stop anymore crime from happening. Yeah... And she called Apollo and Midnighter (think Superman and Batman, but crazier, with no memories of their past, and gay) Bert and Ernie.

Okay, I didn't mean for this to become all comic characters, but it did. Hm. Says something about me.