Reckless, hell! I shot just where I was aiming.

[smeddley]

Today's bullet points:

I've been mistaken for a guy. AGAIN. What the hell, people? GODDESS of Potholes and Puddles. GODDESS! And don't my icons look girly? What is it? Is it what I say? How I say it? WHAT?! If it weren't for the fact that I can look down at my pudgy little very obviously girly body (helllllooooo boobies!) I'd be having a gender identity crisis.

I've been mistaken for a serious person. Evidently, I need to start using s [sarcasm] [/sarcasm] tags to stop passers-by from thinking I'm a fruitloop and that I believe in mysticism and shit. On the other hand, those who know me know better, so perhaps I should leave it as a way to keep out the riff-raff (Taking me seriously is like taking cdpeck seriously. Unwise and probably dangerous to your sanity. Unless I'm gushing about my dog, everything is probably coated with a gooey layer of sarcasm. Wash your hands after handling or you'll get your keyboard sticky).

NaNo is going nowhere. This might be my failure year. Do I quit, or fail? I'll still write the story, it just won't be done by the end of November. Maybe a CYOA journal can be my Christmas present to y'all. Don't panic, probably not your only present, but that will depend on whether you've been bad or good. I'm not sayin' which will be getting the better presents... The official Christmas Present post will go up as soon as I send off the last of the packages I owe, so probably next week. Keep your eyes peeled!

My to-do-list frightens me. As in, 'freaky ax-wielding maniac in the dark forest during a rainstorm when you're trapped in a run-down shack without power' frightening. Like NaNo, I'm just not mustering up the energy. Despite the near-lethal doses of coffee, I'm still tired. I think just thinking about it is wearing me out.

Tomorrow they should be finishing the basement. It'll be almost done, we still have to frame in around the windows. That'll probably get done in a year or so, knowing me. But it'll be a FUNCTIONING ROOM tomorrow, which means all tomorrow night I get to help haul furniture down two flights of stairs. And eventually (once we figure out where everything is going to go) all 1,600+ of those books will need to get back down there. We probably need to buy more bookcases. Ergh. Spending money. :( Or, should I say, spending more money.

...and then I get to start on all that stuff I said I'd do 'when we got the basement back'. Because I'll have room back in my office and craft room to actually move, so I can get things done! Right. Right after the whole madness that is Black Friday. Oh yes, if there's a good deal to be had I WILL be braving the stores o Friday. It's a tradition!

Comments

[tarpo.livejournal.com]

I have you as pink in my friends list.. Hard to forget..

Although a series of pictures could serve as a reminder.. Just sayin'

[smeddley.livejournal.com]

[revoked-soul.livejournal.com]

Like I said over in my post, quitting doesn't bother me as much as failing would. Quitting is a choice...failing is, well, failure. So we know which route I'll be taking. ;)

Anyway, I don't see why/how people would be mistaking you for a guy. Some people just make weird assumptions, I guess.

[smeddley.livejournal.com]

Yeah, quitting is on your own terms - failure is letting the world win. I'm with you.

HOWEVER, since I like my story, and it's not that I want to give up on it, I think I may just change the rules. My 30 days are going to be 'working' days instead of 'calendar' days. I've written for about 5 days, so that leaves me 25 to use whenever. Now, if I write even a single word of my story it counts as a 'working' day, so I do have to be careful, but I think I'll be able to do it.

I'm not sure why, either. And I really want to know! I think I seem girlish. *shrug*

[http://users.livejournal.com/anam_cara_/]

I hope the mistaken gender issue isn't because you mentioned you were an engineer, because that would be very disappointing, but not very surprising.

[smeddley.livejournal.com]

That happens a lot at work. I happen to be up at the front counter when someone comes up with a question, so I answer it, and if it's not what they want to hear I get the, "Yes, but I'd like to talk to an engineer."

I love the look on their little faces when I get to say that not only am I an engineer, I'm the engineer that designed that project thank-you-very-much, and what I just told you is the final answer. :P

[cdpeck.livejournal.com]

+10,000 cool points for mentioning my name in a post.

[smeddley.livejournal.com]

What are these points redeemable for? ;)

Seriously, you're the first person that popped to mind. Think what someone would think if they read half of your journal entries as SERIOUS STUFF.

[cdpeck.livejournal.com]

What if I told you it WAS serious!!!!!!!!*gasp*!!!!!

[smeddley.livejournal.com]

My brain would explode and my next-of-kin would end up suing you for a bio-hazard clean-up (have YOU ever tried getting brains out of berber?!) resulting in a long, drawn-out legal battle and media circus, which would probably end with you being trampled by an elephant.

Labyrinth Prettywink responds...

[cdpeck.livejournal.com]

(http://www.disneyfairies.com/pixiehollow/98660CloverGrove)

"Getting brains out of berber is easy! Just sprinkle a touch of pixie dust, rub with Woolite for two hours, and believe!!!"

Re: Labyrinth Prettywink responds...

[smeddley.livejournal.com]

You really are an addict. Next you'll make her an LJ and update that with helpful tips and tricks oh my god did I just give you an idea?! Never mind, nothing to see here, move along, move along...

Re: Labyrinth Prettywink responds...

[cdpeck.livejournal.com]

I already considered that, but it seemed like too much work. So I'll just randomly annoy people with her using this journal. Congratulations! You're the first victim of a fly-by-commenting!

[crimsonlotus84.livejournal.com]

Wow...I feel so dumb...I thought you were a Meat Popsicle.

[smeddley.livejournal.com]

WHY?! WHY?! WHY?!

Seriously, what is it about me? No, I'm a... uh... a hot dog bun? Girly, at any rate. Very girly. Except that I love sports and hate shopping and only own like three purses. And I do all that home improvement stuff, so I'm handy. BUT OTHER THAN THAT!

...is here the time I confess I have no clue as to you? You've mentioned 'girlfriend', but that really doesn't help me. I have both guys and girls with girlfriends on my f-list.

[crimsonlotus84.livejournal.com]

I was kidding. It was a Fifth Element reference. :P I knew you were a woman the whole time. And yes, I am a man.

[smeddley.livejournal.com]

Okay, good, that's what I get for responding after hours of painting - the fumes mess with my comprehension something fierce. That, and I'm trying to block the time I spent watching the Fifth Element from my mind. OHMYGOD that was a weird movie. And looooooooong. It doesn't help that I started watching it at something like midnight. Whooops! No sleep for me that night.

[a-l-p-h-a-b-e-t.livejournal.com]

You had me at "helllllooooo boobies!"

[smeddley.livejournal.com]

...leaving zero doubt to your gender.

[penchaft.livejournal.com]

I'm up for boobs!

[a-l-p-h-a-b-e-t.livejournal.com]

What a coincidence, so am I!

[nufin-left2lose.livejournal.com]

's okay. I get mistaken for a girl...at least once a shift. And yesterday? I was mistaken for my 18yo friend's father, and before that asked if I was wagging school, and after told I looked as if I was pushing 30. Wtf?