Let me tell you a secret.
Wednesday, 1 August, 2018
2.19 am - Master Fic List
This is a list of all my fics, in order by fandom, title, and rating. The most recent fic has the word NEW next to it.
Updated 24 September, 2009
Rory’s Comprehensive Guide to Writing Realistic Buttsecks (and other gay secks) for Fanfiction (and other fiction, and maybe even real life)
( Master Fic List )
Friday, 5 February, 2010
10.58 am - Well, here's a survey
When was the last time you had sex?
Hrmph. Ummmmmm possibly Monday, but probably last weekend sometime.
How do you flush the toilet in public?
Like I flush any other toilet, only then I wash my hands way better.
Do you wear your seatbelt in the car?
yip
Do you have a crush on someone?
Yes.
( crackers. )
Wednesday, 3 February, 2010
11.21 am - Ugh, I need your opinions, please!
A morning radio talk show host of the very conservative variety was basically mocking Wiccans, Pagans, and Druids, saying their religions were 'poppycock,' 'wrong,' 'evil,' etc. because the Air Force Academy built them a worship site. He has a BIG problem with this. I decided to write him a letter telling him the err of his ways (not trying to prove religion is right or wrong, just stating why he shouldn't have said what he said). I introduced myself by telling him who I am, so that he feels like he's talking to a real person (or not), let him know that I disagree with him right off the bat. I felt this would make him more interested (possibly just in the way that he thinks I'm an idiot and wants to have an opportunity to make me look like one), and less likely to dismiss the letter.
I want this letter to be perfect. Bulletproof, well-worded, free of typos and spelling/grammatical errors, understandable, etc. Can you guys help me? Read through and offer your opinions, corrections, additional arguments, etc. please. Because I don't want to look like an idiot. *begs*
( it's under here. )
Thursday, 28 January, 2010
Wednesday, 13 January, 2010
12.58 pm - Something I sort of wrote.
By sort of, I mean... sort of. Okay, that probably needs further explanation.
Back in the day when we had our first computer (Windows 95, 3GB harddrive, that kind of thing), when I was 10 or 11, I stumbled upon a document with an interesting title. What that title was, I've no clue. Anyway, I opened up this document and read it; it was a story, not too long. Maybe five pages. And I found it interesting because, well, first of all, it was true. I knew that much; I'd gathered that it was about my grandpa and, therefore, written by my mom. She was 'the girl' in the narrative. I never mentioned it to her because it seemed like a private piece of writing, no matter how 'novel-esque' it was.
It struck me, perhaps more than any other piece of writing I've ever read, because (at least to my 10-year-old eyes) it was so disturbing. Disturbing in a simple way, just chilling. It was so detached and the style was so relaxed and straight-forward. Just a simple re-telling of the events, third person but from the girl's (my mom's) point of view, but there was no emotion involved in the narration. She depicted perfectly what the characters were feeling just by describing what they were doing. 'her mother wrung her hands' blah blah blah. But there was no 'she wailed in anguish' or 'she felt sad.' No emotive marker word thingies. It was brilliant. Absolutely fucking spectacular. I really wish I could read it again, but that computer went the way of the dodo and I never dared open that file again because I didn't want to get caught reading it. There are no copies of it as far as I know, and the computer is either sitting collecting dust at my aunt's house and probably doesn't work, or it's in a landfill.
So anyway, I've tried to sort of re-create that small bit of writing. She went further in the story than I did, but not by much. I remember a few phrases exactly as they were (I think) and the general story and tone, so I've tried to make this as close to the original piece as possible. I've a feeling I missed by a mile. I don't remember how it started, for one thing. And I'm probably getting it a bit mixed up with other tellings of the story I heard (remember, it really happened). Soooo anyway, here it is, and it's not much longer than this explanation of it. Critiques welcome!
( have I got you intrigued yet? )
Thursday, 31 December, 2009
0.00 am - New Years Resolutions for 2009
There are two.
One is to learn to play at least a dozen new songs on the piano. One per month or not, I don't care. I just want to learn at least twelve. Trouble is, I don't know which ones. I know I want to learn the rest of 'Will it go 'Round in Circles.' You guys want to offer any suggestions? I think most of you know my skill level and what kinds of things I normally play. I don't want anything too hard (Art Tatum is out of the question, for example), but nothing really easy either. I mostly play stuff like Elton John, Queen, Bruce Hornsby, etc. but occasionally delve into Boomtown Rats and stuff like that. And no classical stuff, because I have zero training. So, any requests?
The other thing I want to do is write significantly more than I did this year. Looking at my fics, I have written 16 of them this year, not including co-authored ones (15 H/W, I think 13 or 14 of which are smut, haha). Those 16 fics total up to 45,242 words. Average length is 2828 words. When you consider all the co-authored fics (including ones that aren't finished yet) and non-fandom stories, I've probably written close to 70,000 or so (that's just a completely wild guess). In 2009 I would like to write at least 20 fics on my own, totaling at least, say... 60-70,000 words. I want to write longer ones, and maybe branch out from smut just a bit. Maybe UST, maybe involve more people than just House and Wilson (not in a sexual sense, but just to be inclusive), maybe go a bit AU or something. Dunno. So I suppose you guys can toss me some plot bunnies and requests for fic, too. :-)
I also would like to try NaNoWriMo-- maybe I'll get that novel finished. I should start outlining and stuff. Problem is, I've already written stuff for it, and that is NOT ALLOWED. Maybe if I just re-write that stuff... I dunno, it's not much, probably less than 20 pages so maybe it doesn't count lol
Monday, 28 December, 2009
Wednesday, 16 December, 2009
20.28 pm - I'm alive!
My computer power cable died but I got a new one today (free, thanks to the warranty). Soooo.
In good news, I'm pretty sure Betty has been fired. YAY! See, what happened was she put in a leave request for last Friday to go to Wendover, and they told her no because she didn't give enough notice. So she took the day off anyway, and she hasn't been at work since. Sooooo big yay on that front, although that means I'm having ride-alongs shuffled back and forth again, which is super annoying.
In other news, today I saw a fight at work. One girl pushed another to the floor, so I grabbed the instigator by the backs of the elbows and held her off. Then one of the big bosses came up to me and says 'K--- (the instigator) apparently has a huge thing for you and I've noticed she's been following you around when she can. So if you could try to avoid her, that'd be for the best. You know, just don't acknowledge her when you see her, walk on by.'
So yeah, a client has a thing for me. Which is alwas amusing. But I don't know how well me just ignoring her will do for her, y'know? On the other hand, I don't know what else to do. I mean, if she was neuro-typical, then it'd be one thing, y'know? But I'm not sure how much would stick if we had that whole 'I can't date you-- we work together and plus, I'm gay' talk, haha. Soooooo yeah.
It's weird though, because I haven't had that much contact with her at all. I mean, I think it was last week she asked my name, told me hers, and then she's said hi to me a few times. That's as much contact as we've had. So I've no idea why she likes me. *shrug*
Anyway, there's probably more but I'm exhausted and don't want to write a novel right now, so I'll fill y'all in a little later.
Sunday, 22 November, 2009
22.08 pm - This is about me, mmmkay?
1. First Name:
Rory
2. Age:
23
3. Location:
Salt Lake City
4. Occupation:
I drive a paratransit bus
5. Partner?:
Nickypants. About 7 and a half months now.
6. Kids:
Oh in the future.
7. Brothers/Sisters:
one half brother, one step brother, one legal sister (who's actually my step-aunt)
8. Pets:
2 dogs and 3 birds at my parents' house, 2 dogs, a cat, and a tortoise here at Nick's (where I live).
9. List 3-5 biggest things going on in your life right now:
1. Work-- dealing with that obnoxious coworker, mostly, but I do love my job apart from her.
2. Nicksauce-- who makes me happy in all sorts of ways, although we do have our moments
3. Transition-- Like, will I ever have more than 4 chin-hairs? Will my voice ever even out?
4. Bills-- way too many, and I make $8.50 an hour at a not-quite-full-time job.
10. Parents:
Bio parents divorced when I was a baby, found/met bio dad when I was 17 (have met him twice). Adopted by step-dad when I was 9 I think, current parentals are sort of separated (yet living in the same house IDK). Bio dad has a wife also. And then Nick's parents, who are almost my parents (I live in their house, they feed me).
11. Who are some of your closest friends?:
Honestly? Mostly the clients at work. And Julie, my morning ride-along. My other friends who used to be really close with me have too much shit going on in their lives (as do I). And of course, Nick.
Saturday, 21 November, 2009
20.10 pm - OMG I had an idea. *gasp*
Yeah, I turned my brain on for a few minutes the other day and actually had a thought.
( aren't you excited to find out what? )
12.51 pm - Wanna see me dance?
We put on a production of 'Thriller' at work for the clients, and I was asked to play Michael Jackson since I dressed up as him for Halloween. One of the clients, who's a huge fan, came out and started dancing impromptu, so I just went with it. As it turns out, I'm a much better dancer than I thought I was, haha. We only ran through the whole thing as a group like twice, and had a couple other rehearsals. Soooo yeah. It's pretty awesome. :-)
Tuesday, 17 November, 2009
13.21 pm - And another thing...
Well.
I'm still alive. That's good, I suppose, right?
Okay. Soooo.
Soonish (not sure when) I'm going to be 'officially' moving out of my parents' house. Meaning, I've been living with Nick for over four months now, but I'm gonna bring the rest of my stuff over. I'm gonna have my own room (used for storage, really), and it'll be awesomesauce. My mom wants my bedroom for an office or something, idk. Fine by me. Nick and I are practically married anyhow, haha.
But one thing he did say (and he says random stuff like this all the time and then changes his mind because he's weird like me) is that we need some time apart. Again, he's taken this back by suggesting we go get all my shit. But he said he needs to 'miss me.' Like... He doesn't want to be taking it for granted that I'm always here, I guess is what he meant. So he wanted me to go back home for a week so he'd miss me. Like I said, he's weird. I mean, I guess it makes sense but I don't think we're at that point yet, y'know? I mean, we're still all over each other and can't stand being apart for more than a few hours most days. And I told him that. So yeah. I think it's good, though, that at over 7 months of dating we still act like we've been together for 2 weeks. Only difference now is that, instead of shagging like 12 times a week it's more like 5 or so. But that mostly has to do with us both working ridiculous hours (okay not really but we're both sort of stressed at work and tire easily). lol tmi?
( In other news... Betty (now with illustrations!) )
Wednesday, 28 October, 2009
Wednesday, 14 October, 2009
10.49 am - Work. A rant, and an awesome thing.
So a few months ago, a little while after I started working at my job, I was in a training class. Since I work with people with mental (and frequently physical) disabilities, most of the training has to do with how to properly care for them, treat them with respect, get them out of dangerous situations, or protect yourself if they become a danger to you, etc. These are classes you have to take not only upon employment, but they are also required every year since they're so involved. Also every year, employees are required to read and sign a code of conduct.
So. I was in this class with about... 7 or 8 people, and the instructor was the WAC's (Work Activity Center) behavioural specialist. It's a 4-hour class, and it's long and boring, but whatever. In the class with me was this lady called Betty, who's probably 45 or 50 years old, with curly blond hair, and is dumb as a brick. So we're about 2 hours into the class when Betty's phone rings. She's got it sitting out on the table in front of her, so she reaches for it. Not to silence it, not to answer and tell the person she's in a meeting and she'll call them back. Not even to say to the rest of us 'excuse me, but this is a really important call and I have to take it. I'll be right back, sorry.' then politely step out of the room and take the call.
(tl;dr)
( no. )
Friday, 9 October, 2009
23.30 pm - Hamsters.
And gerbils.
I'll try and post a more substantive post sometime in the near future; I've been meaning to write about a few things in particular. Soooo yeah. If I forget, remind me. :-)
Friday, 2 October, 2009
13.00 pm - Shoot me.
Having a rough few days at work. Tuesday my boss said he'd made some changes to my route. He'd removed two people and put on three others. Not really a huge deal, having one more person, except that the three of them live in a completely different area of town than the rest, and I have to drop one of them off at yet another place, instead of bringing him to work with the rest.
I had to start doing this new route Wednesday, and I got a bit lost in the first new guy's neighbourhood, but no big deal. Except that with these three new people and an extra stop, I'm not getting done until 10.30 in the morning, and 6.30 in the afternoon. I'm supposed to work 6-10 and then 2-6. I'm getting overtime every day. Which is frowned upon.
Last night I went to bed at 7.30 because I was so tired, and I'm still tired today. Luckily, though, my boss told me that he overloaded me (duh) and is going to re-work my route again so I'm only working 8 hours or less a day. Thank god...
Anyway... Yeah. Back to work... *whine*
Sunday, 27 September, 2009
11.52 am - I just bought four tickets...
... to the new Michael Jackson movie, 'This is It.' Tickets went on sale today, and it starts 28th Oct. and plays for 2 weeks. So if you're into MJ, jump on it. The website is www.thisisit-movie.com
=D
Not sure who's going but I'm sure I can find 2 or 3 people.
In other news, my legs are getting super hairy, and I'm hungry.
Oh, and I should be writing but instead I found myself reading fmylife.com for like 4 hours last night. Mostly because I'm an idiot.
Friday, 25 September, 2009
13.22 pm - Me, and stuffs.
Okay, so here's a video of me singing Pink Floyd's 'Mother' today. Voice is significantly deeper than it was pre-t. *nods* But my higher range is suffering and my falsetto capabilities have been all but obliterated. *cries* I've got a friend who's mastering in music education, though, and he says he knows a voice teacher who can help me out. So we'll see how that goes. Anyhoodle.
And you'll find more, for comparison, ( under here. )
Thursday, 24 September, 2009
12.24 pm - What Dreams are Made Of (chapter three)
Title: What Dreams are Made Of (chapter 3/?)
Pairing: House/Wilson pre-slash.
Rating: NC-17 overall for mature themes, language, graphic violence and sexuality, and disturbing imagery. Proceed with caution.
Length: 4357 this part
Spoilers: Not really, unless the show's writers have read my mind (again). Takes place after the end of season 4 and into season 5.
Author's Notes: Thanks to my betas ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
hibernia1 and bukabe16! You've been most helpful <3. Comments make the world go 'round.
Disclaimer: Ownership is for rich people.
Summary: This is the sequel to my Big Bang fic "In My Darkest Dreams," which was co-written with nemesishamartia. Probably would be helpful to read or re-read that one first.
( Under Here. )
Tuesday, 22 September, 2009
11.46 am - Dilemma?
Okay, here is the pertinant information:
1. My dad wants to quit his job (he is self-employed and would be shutting down his business) by spring of next year.
2. There is a nursing school around here, and I have an interest in nursing. School starts in January.
3. I have a smallish amount of debt (if I play my cards right I should be able to pay it off by the end of the year).
4. I want to have chest surgery next summer if I can, or at the latest by the end of next year. I can afford it if I start saving after I pay off my bills.
5. I will probably need another/new car in about 2 years.
6. I would like a motorcycle asap.
Now. Here's the deal. My dad has offered to keep working for two more years in order to provide me with $100 per week living expenses/spending money. The catch is, I have to 1. quit my job (which he badgered me for years about getting in the first place), 2. qualify for financial aid at the Utah Career College, and 3. go to nursing school for 2 years to get certified (this means actually attending and passing classes). I have to decide before the next semester starts in January.
Sounds good, apart from #'s 4,5,6, and possibly 3 above. I wouldn't be able to save any money. Even though I'm accruing no new debt, $100 a week is barely enough to live on when you consider gas, food, etc.
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