I have a question, where is everyone archiving fics at?

Checkmated fell down and went boom.

My fics are WAY to Slash and crazy pairing light for the Pitch so I'm sort of stuck.

That this has happened with a big kick to the fanfiction writing urges is problematic.

Canon fest submitted, now here's hoping it doens't suck.

Now I have two ideas for fics burning a hole in my literary pocket.

The deadline for Canonfest is approaching so I'd really be appreciative if someone can tell me how I format all the information that goes at the top of your submission.

Thanks.

So I'm shutting this LJ down. Oh it won't go away until I've submitted my canonfest fic but its just time to call it a day. I hope everybody achieves all the things they desire and all of your loved ones are kept safe.

As the Lady said, all was well.

"But Mum says we shouldn't be prejudiced against people!"

Ron paused to take in the sight of a throughly indignant Rose standing only a few feet away, her hands on her hips and looking at him as if he had eaten the last of the tarts. Stifling the uge to laugh at how she reminded him of Hermione during third year he instead spoke in the most serious voice he could manage.

"Its not prejudice, Rose. It's the truth."

"Mum says, that its not fair to make judgements about people because groups they might belong to," Rose huffed.

"Thats because your mother is Muggle Born," Ron sighed.

Rose looked shocked and then her face turned bright red "There is nothing wrong with being Mugle Born!" stamping her foot for effect.

"Of course there isn't" Ron answered indignantly "But because she's Muggle born she forgets some things,"

"Like what?" his daughter asked sceptically.

Ron grabbed a chair and spun it around so that he faced the back and answered "In the Muggle world people sometimes make assumptions about people based on what they look like, or where they are from, or how much money they have,"

"Thats why mum says we shouldn't judge people," Rose retorted.

"Well she's right, but I didn't judge them. The Sorting Hat did,"

"But Mum says...."

"Look Rose your Mum is brilliant but because she's Muggle Born sometimes she forgets things and one of them is that the Sorting Hat knows what its doing. Its an old and ancient bit of magic made to do one thing, look into a person heart and see what sort of person they are." Ron interupted impatiently.

"Mum even made a speech saying Slytherins aren't eveil," Rose rejoined and folded her arms over her chest victoriously.

"I didn't say they were evil, Rose. I said they were all bad people." Ron sighed again and ran one hand through his hair before continuing. "The Sorting Hat puts people in Slytherin because they are cunning, ambitious, and selfish. Now Ravenclaws are clever, and plenty of Gryffindors are ambitious but the hat puts the Slytherins in there because their ambitions are the most important things to them and in the end they will sell anybody out to achieve them. That doens't make them evil but it does make them bad people,"

"But surely..." Rose began before trailing off

"You are old enough to know how things work Rose, remember when we told you about the battle at Hogwarts?" Ron asked gently.

When Rose nodded Ron continued "Well when the students had to decide if they were going to stay and fight none of the Slytherins did, not one."

Ron stood and walked back to the counter "Your as smart as your mum Rose, I'll let you decide what that means,"

So I have been going to that website Angela posted, mostly because its funny as hell to tell Stacy about what they are discussing and listen to her rant about it. However if you read the comments one thing become abundantly clear. There are LOTS of crazy people out there. I mean people who have trouble dealing with every day normal stuff.

Why is this important? Because crazy people freak me out. As in I do not want to be around them. AT ALL!

Freud would say its because my mom was, and is, bat shit crazy. Of course Freud spent way to much time thinking about his junk so who knows.

This made me realize that most of my "dealbreakers" are things that are signs of emotionally unstable people.

Like people who scream at other people. People who cry a lot, not I'm not talking about people who cry at horrible events but people who just cry when normal every day crap happens. People who have long term use of mood altering medicines also give me pause. People who hit other people when they get mad. People who repeteadly create drama in their lives.

Now since I'm happily married my "dealbreaker" list isn't that important anymore but its worth examining these sort of things to see what makes us tick. Personally I think wanting to avoid unstable people is simply a survival mechanism because in general unstable people often fail to thrive in other aspect of life.

It probably means I'm not very sensitive to other peoples struggles but frankly we too often try to whitewash what we think so other people think better of us and I think thats dishonest.

Five words mem from Maple



Stacy- Sometimes I wonder how we ended up together because shes just such a good person. She's good and kind, and clever as hell. Its a special person who will deal with a husband that has nightmares about things that happened 35 years ago. She doesn't have any idea how great she is and often we will argue about that. After 12 years I still can't keep my hands off of her. I absolutely got the best end of this deal.

Swords- There is a suburb of Dublin called Swords and we spent the last night of our first trip to Ireland there. We sat up late into the night seriously talking about coming home, selling every thing we owned and moving to Ireland. Obviously we didn't but it was a really wonderful time and its probably the reason we will retire there.

South- I have a love/love/hate realtionshiop with the South. I cannot stand the Confederate flag waving morons. Not because I think we should ignore history but because of the reasons THEY are using the image. That said I love that we still say sir or maam and that men are expected to hold doors open from women. I love how you automatically speak to someone you walk past. I love ice cold watermelon when its 100 degrees outside. I love college football and a million different traditions at each University. Sorority girls in their dresses and the smell of honeysuckle in the evening. I love being able to BBQ in November and that the trees are almost always green. I love white sand beaches and fresh Gulf seafood. Ya'll come down and sit a spell.:)

Running- I can't run long distances without wreaking my hamstrings so I've taken to sprinting. Often i'll do it with my sled behind me pulling 25 or 50 lbs to add endurance and conditioning.

School- is way easier than I remember. Only math has required very much attention at all. Now I've had to do a LOT of work but its been easy and the only real consideration is time. Mostly its pointed out that men in thier twenties are really weak, not physically though that to, they are just....lame.

After seeing the Daily Deviant Christmas fic prompts I can safely say that there are some astonishingly fucked up people in fandom.

Jonathon Crompton is the worst quarterback in the nation. How in the hell can this guy be starting for an SEC team?

Its freaking embarassing.

Well time marches on, and I'm starting to have to really think about what route I'm going to take in graduate school. There are really only two options, an MBA/MPH combo or an PhD in Economics. The PhD in economics would require us to move so I'm only going to consider it if I get into a top flight school on a full assistantship. I just can't justify moving and having Stacy have to redo her professional stuff for a run of the mill PhD program. If I get into a top flight program then the financial rewards will be worth it for both of us.

So most likely I will go the MBS/MPH route unless I get the golden ticket to a top 10 program. I like it here so its no real sacrifice and if I do get into a top ten program then its all good too.

But a good thoughts towards the London School of Economics wouldn't hurt either.