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I've put off updating because there's criticism coming in from all sides, friends (and all with the best intentions) torn between wanting to hear what's going on and, you know, not actually wanting to hear it. Or thinking I'm grandstanding, or something. When mostly I'm just sort of plodding along, per usual, doing my thing, per usual, not looking for any sort of particular edification and plus, yo, it's my arts center. Ahem. Yo, it's my LJ. (That there is a very, very obscure thirtysomething reference; fess 'up, you remembered, didn't you?)

Anyway, I've been severiously distracted by the employment and money hunt and therefore unable to be useful in any, um, useful LJ sense except for the occasional Buffy icon. I'm still not gonna be terrifically useful, because I'm still seeking my fortune, but on this sunny Monday I've got some time before 4:00 to be slightly more forthcoming. In descending order of innocuousness, or, in ascending order of Being Able to Eat (I say this firmly tongue in cheek, kids, as I have been me for quite some time and none of this is catastrophic, I am fine, it's just a little, um, funnier this month than usual):

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theatrical_muse People, Or, That Drahk Is Scaring the Hell Out of Me:

I am so sorry for the horrid neglect. I will pop in -- right now, in fact,when I'm done with this -- to tell

legate_damar to feel free to take control of the trip portion of the plotline so it's not left hanging. And the rest of you should also feel free to use/abuse/have your way with my people while I'm not there to defend them, and I will be back posthaste to clean up the mess and moan appropriately. Londo/G'Kar! DO it, man, DO it.

# The Empire of Lennier, Or, Thanks for the Memories:

I reinstalled Windows,

wax_jism and

_maayan provided me with heaps of help and software, and OpenOffice is the best thing to hit computers since FireSomething, except that FireSomething almost assuredly came after, and

runpunkrun found it and it's SUPERSQUID awesome. I've got my Remix fic and my Jeremiah fic safe and ready to work on when things cool out over here. Looking forward to that, too. All told, didn't lose nearly as much as I thought I had.

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corngirl_jo, Still No Response, Or, Should I Worry?

# I Read the News Today, Oh Boy:

resonant8 pointed out that the Boy Scouts still lurk way behind the times;

hesychasm pointed out that some folks really oughta pick their battles, and, in the most horrific news yet,

bonibaru tells of the complete disregard for civil liberties.

# Jobless in America, Or, How Much Salmon Should We Be Eating?:

I was just getting past the whole farmed- vs. free-range fishing menu electives, and now we're not allowed to have salmon *or* albacore? And don't get me started on high fructose corn syrup.

I've sold everything I have of value aside from my car and Lennier. Well, you know, excepting the Jeremiah and Babylon 5 DVDs, because I need those. And I've kept the Alanis and Jude cds, too. Also some books. I'm still a couple hundred short of rent, but I've got faith in my scavenging abilities, and I'm delivering the television to a guy near USC at 4:00, and the rest of my eBay auctions haven't closed yet. So things could well be worse, and noway nohow am I selling the car or the computer, so no worries on that front. The landlord'll just have to wait a few days.

In other news, I've applied for jobs by the boatload, spending the (holy CRAP is it ever hot in LA these days, dude, in case no one told you, it's turned, with all the subtlety of a cement mixer, into summer here) days pounding the pavement applying to every retail outlet in the greater Hollywood area (Bed, Bath & Beyond has 600 thread count hotel-quality sheets on sale! I applied there for the sheer hope of an employee discount.) and spending the evenings shooting off resumes to anything on craigslist not nailed down. I do not want a repeat of the haircut incident, and don't anticipate needing one, but the climate is inhospitable in more ways than three.

I do miss having a job. Oddly, I miss having a retail job -- I miss the environment of working around other shiftless twentysomethings, I miss employee discounts and free coffee, I miss Borders. I don't miss an office job one whit, but then, beggars can't be choosers. And, of course, I miss money.

I miss writing, though I had (cleverly!) uploaded the screenplay so I actually do have a fairly recent post-virus copy. And I'm newly/renewedly excited for the project

helenish and I are working on, if for no other reason than it makes me feel less like a useless slacker whore when I'm working on a writing project that has the hope of actually selling. Then again,

wax_jism and I could write a series of sonnets on the appeal of aspiring-writerish slackerdom, but only if that series of sonnets sold.

I'm a little scared. But not that scared. A little restless, but no more than usual. Slightly more broke than usual, cutting it slightly closer than usual, but I maintain my usual resourcefulness and PTP has made me french toast for breakfast two days in a row! And the truth is, in the Boy Scout/civil liberties/high fructose corn syrup/MZ not e-mailing grand scheme of things, being $200 or $300 in the hole isn't really such a catastrophe.

I've called the free clinic to make an appointment with their social workers, till I can afford a real shrink. I'll let you know when they call back.

You all -- you know who you are -- have been so good to me, so supportive. Thank you.

wearemany, I'm getting in the car right now to deliver this TV, and I'm going to call you, are you there?