Strange how those random co-workers look like Aliens.
Some of them? Not so far off.
For most of the first two trimesters, I had horrible pregnancy nightmares. They only got worse when I was on bedrest. I'd dream, quite vividly, that I was bleeding and had to go to the ER again, then would wake up and realize that no, not really.
Last night I dreamed I was with all the comicsverse writers I know, frolicking in a river before going back to the hotel for a slumber party, where I managed to oversleep and wake up late for my NST. Of course, after the misadventures of finding a car, I got to my appointment an hour late, only to discover that thanks to Daylight Savings Time, I was actually on time.
(In real life, I was 15 minutes early for my NST this morning, and they're short staffed, so it wound up not starting for another half an hour.)
Fun with The Guardian
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Under the headline "Reader, I shagged him." I had to click on it after that.
As the 150th anniversary of her death on March 31 1855 approaches, it is time to rescue Charlotte Brontë. She has been chained, weeping, to a radiator in the Haworth Parsonage, Yorkshire, for too long. Enough of Gaskell's fake miserabilia. Enough of the Brontë industry's veneration of coffins, bonnets and tuberculosis. It is time to exhume the real Charlotte - filthy bitch, grandmother of chick-lit, and friend.
How is the Princess?
Refusing to remove her foot from my ribs? Other than that, just fine. The NST looked pretty much like all the other NSTs, my BP was still stable, and there was no real weight gain for me since my Tuesday appointment, so it looks like I haven't had a sudden jump when it comes to the fluid I'm retaining.
Next week, she's officially considered term, so we start talking about the whens of induction.
It occurs that there has been a shortage of Pregnant PMM pictures.
This should not be.
Next week, she's officially considered term, so we start talking about the whens of induction.
Yay! I can't wait for her arrival.
I have a plot bunny involving a werewolf. Unfortunately, the only werewolf stories I'm familiar with are the Jossverse version and a YA novel I read about 5 years ago about a teen werewolf girl coming to terms with her place in the world. I think in her version you had to be born werewolf, not bitten.
So. I figure I need to learn the usual werewolf myth so I can figure out how to play with it for purposes of my embryonic plot. So what books/movies/etc. would y'all recommend as archetypal werewolf stories?
Many Happy Returns of the day, Alex!
I'm not surehow much archetypal werewolf lore exists - there are a lot of different folk traditions (that I don't really know, I just know there are various legends from different places) and I don't know how much consistency there is in fiction or movies. I've gotten the impression that most authors have made up their own lore and not worried about it matching anyone else's.
I can't fly way above everything, but I can take a running jump and will myself to not come down. So I sorta float along about two or three feet above the ground.
I have these dreams a lot. Usually it happens when I'm running down stairs in my dreams. It's so cool. I love being able to do it.
My worst nightmares involve not being able to move...just being stuck in mud, or being weighed down, and not able to move, and there's something pursuing me. I haven't had one of these in months, but I had them about once a week during the worst of my depression.
The scariest dream I ever had was about an evil baby and warehouse chases. It sounds utterly banal but it was terrifying. I woke up shuddering and not able to move for fear. Then I slept with the light on...the only time in my life I have ever done that.
I had a Spike/James Marsters sex dream once (they kept mixing up) and it was a lot of fun. No Buffista sex dreams that I recall.
