That is all.

He is disrespectful about it.

I realize that my job is silly and that it's not considered appropriate for someone my age to have my job. I also realize that my brother is much smarter than me and is headed for greater things. But I don't think your work ethic should fluctuate with the relative importance of the task to which you're applying it. I think you should always work hard and do your best, even if what you're doing isn't your passion, or isn't changing the fate of humanity or whatever. Also, I buy his Comic-Con pass with money I earn at this silly job. So he can just fuck right off.

Hallooooo, Livejournal! I am alive. However I am very poor, which is why I did not do cards or anything for the holidays. :( Also! My family has a new house, but it's a fixer-upper, so that's what I've been doing with my time lately. Updates will likely continue to be scarce, but I still love you all, flist!

Last night I dreamed that I was scheduled a shift at work and that the schedule, rather than specifying me as floor supervisor or guest service or whatever for this shift, said "Meeting Re: [something] Jars" and that when I showed up, it turned out that this meant horse training. LovelyBossWoman informed me that I needed to get these three horses accustomed to this one path we needed them to run. The horses were right outside the office, and the trail was around the back, though some hills and whatnot. This isn't the weirdest work dream I've ever had or anything, which is probably why I had a hard time realizing that it wasn't reality when I woke up. Once conscious, I was kinda worried, because I know fuckall about horses. So I rolled over, grabbed my ipod off the dresser, went to Wikipedia, and was halfway through typing "horse training" in the search before I realized that: a) we don't have any horses at the movie theater; b) if we did no one would ask me, of all people, to train them; and c) if for some reason I was asked to train them, Wikipedia probably wouldn't be sufficient enough to get me up to speed on horsey knowledge.

I forgot to post a list of what I'm thankful for this year, but here's one thing: I never know what to get my brother-in-law, Calodaemon, for Christmas. It's a source of quite a bit of frustration. I've ended up just sort of helplessly knitting him beanies the last two or three years running, BUT! The reason I don't know what to get him is because he's awesome. He treats my sister right, and he loves my niece and my two departed nephews, and he was a decent male role model for my brother when my father flunked that subject. My family is very lucky to have him in our lives. He deserves a lot more than some standard brother-in-law, I-don't-really-know-you present, like a gift card or a tool set or whatever. (Also, he takes very good care of his tools, and thus they last forever, so that'd be pointless regardless of his amount of awesome.) But yeah, in the end, I'm glad that I don't know what to get him for Christmas.

Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab's Yule collection includes a series inspired by Frankenstein.

WHYYYYYYYY???? THEY ALREADY HAVE ALL MY MONEYYYYY.

( Virginia! Featuring Acehorner! )


( And then it was on toooooo... Wincon! )

Good night lovies.

So I went and got my dental implant today! It was terribly exciting. They used a tiny, tiny ratchet to screw it into my jaw bone, it clicked and everything, I felt like a robot being repaired.

The Cold Commands is out at last and I have ordered a copy and I'm super excited to read it!

Did I mention I have a tumblr? Because I have a tumblr. It's mostly pictures of my nails.

Supernatural tonight! Woooooo!

Also vicodin, that stuff's great.

Wincon is over, and in a minute I won't even be on the same side of the Mississippi as acehorner, and the people waiting for me at home are all making these rational life choices right now like they thing they're some kind of grownups or something and I feel so weirdly emotional and I caaaaaan't.