Good grief.
Has it really been almost a decade and a half since I joined LJ?
Where has the time gone?
Theresa
Where has the time gone?
Theresa
Hello :)
Finally have my computer up and running. My parents are having more and more medical problems, some serious, and so I don't get round much.
2018 was not a good year in several ways. I am hoping 2019 will be better.
Theresa
2018 was not a good year in several ways. I am hoping 2019 will be better.
Theresa
Hello World :)
Still checking in and reading, more through email than being here.
I can reach some of the website on my phone, but not very much. Google doesn't seem to like LJ very much, or Dreamwidth or Insane Journal :(. I'm not happy about that.
I try to be at the library at least once a week. I've been cutting several things out, and will be getting back on track.
Have a good week!
Theresa
I can reach some of the website on my phone, but not very much. Google doesn't seem to like LJ very much, or Dreamwidth or Insane Journal :(. I'm not happy about that.
I try to be at the library at least once a week. I've been cutting several things out, and will be getting back on track.
Have a good week!
Theresa
I Ain't Dead - (Yay for Terry Pratchett)
I apologize for not being around this year - I had plans...
Unfortunately, my computer's motherboard has died, enough that I'm afraid it won't boot again. Plus, my father managed to break both hips this year. One in February, the other in August. I am now the family driver. Other things make it unlikely that I will get another computer until probably sometime in the middle of next year.
I am using the computer at the library, but have no idea (and so am not making promises) when I can be here. I may be able to post from my phone, but I've had troubles with my other journal sites and so haven't really tried here. Small screen and tiny buttons don't always work well with big fingers.
I am especially sorry to those that I've missed birthdays, etc.
I have started writing again, which is a plus.
I will be back. Looking forward to 2017, it's got to be calmer than this year has been!
Take care,
Theresa
Unfortunately, my computer's motherboard has died, enough that I'm afraid it won't boot again. Plus, my father managed to break both hips this year. One in February, the other in August. I am now the family driver. Other things make it unlikely that I will get another computer until probably sometime in the middle of next year.
I am using the computer at the library, but have no idea (and so am not making promises) when I can be here. I may be able to post from my phone, but I've had troubles with my other journal sites and so haven't really tried here. Small screen and tiny buttons don't always work well with big fingers.
I am especially sorry to those that I've missed birthdays, etc.
I have started writing again, which is a plus.
I will be back. Looking forward to 2017, it's got to be calmer than this year has been!
Take care,
Theresa
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“With our own eyes we see," on 01031836
This scene was inspired by the WriYe prompt “With our own eyes we see," on 1/3/16. It's a bit dark, in my opinion, and is from an Equalizer fanfic idea that I'm not sure I'm going to keep exploring. Only the "It" is mine, character wise.
My brain is dead on grammar at the moment. Is the third sentence in the first paragraph written correctly? I've been arguing with myself if the "I" in each it's should really be capitalized. Shows possessiveness, as if saying Robert's gun, so I am leaning towards good. Doesn't look right though.
I don't really have a beta. I am always looking to improve!
Thanks,
Theresa
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Deep underground, the thick, clear protective walls slammed shut around the inside of the almost empty hospital room. The body that had been Control's wife rose from the floor, looked around, and then slammed repeatedly against them, searching for a way out. It bared It's teeth and rolled It's eyes as It clawed at the smooth surface.
On the outside, Robert jumped back in reflex, though the other man stayed in place, observing with an almost disinterested air. He turned, then walked back to the console, behind the nurses' station, and flicked a switch.
Unearthly howls filled the air, alternating with panting and thuds as the thing beat against the glass. Robert covered his ears, still staring in mortified fascination at what had been his best friend's wife and his own good friend for many years.
Seeing his movement, It stopped and focused on him. The mouth closed. It swallowed twice. It licked it's lips, and then stretched them impossibly thin in a raw parody of the smile Robert had seen a thousand times. No howl, but a strong, sibilant hiss filled the air. The sound dropped into a growl, then rose again, as if the thing was playing with the body, learning it's limitations.
Robert dropped his hands.
It nodded.
"With our own eyes we see," It forced out. "Who do you see?" It began laughing hysterically.
"Nothing." answered the man behind the counter. He switched off the sound, then flicked another switch, and a heavy soundproof curtain drew slowly over the windows.
"Dear God." Robert said.
"Do you understand why my brother must never get even the idea that his wife's body is alive?"
"She has a name!"
"No. It doesn't. Teri is dead, McCall. That's not her, and never will be again."
They stared at each other for a long time. Finally Robert turned away and left, his shoulders slumped as he accepted the burden of making sure Control never found what he'd watched that evening.
My brain is dead on grammar at the moment. Is the third sentence in the first paragraph written correctly? I've been arguing with myself if the "I" in each it's should really be capitalized. Shows possessiveness, as if saying Robert's gun, so I am leaning towards good. Doesn't look right though.
I don't really have a beta. I am always looking to improve!
Thanks,
Theresa
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Deep underground, the thick, clear protective walls slammed shut around the inside of the almost empty hospital room. The body that had been Control's wife rose from the floor, looked around, and then slammed repeatedly against them, searching for a way out. It bared It's teeth and rolled It's eyes as It clawed at the smooth surface.
On the outside, Robert jumped back in reflex, though the other man stayed in place, observing with an almost disinterested air. He turned, then walked back to the console, behind the nurses' station, and flicked a switch.
Unearthly howls filled the air, alternating with panting and thuds as the thing beat against the glass. Robert covered his ears, still staring in mortified fascination at what had been his best friend's wife and his own good friend for many years.
Seeing his movement, It stopped and focused on him. The mouth closed. It swallowed twice. It licked it's lips, and then stretched them impossibly thin in a raw parody of the smile Robert had seen a thousand times. No howl, but a strong, sibilant hiss filled the air. The sound dropped into a growl, then rose again, as if the thing was playing with the body, learning it's limitations.
Robert dropped his hands.
It nodded.
"With our own eyes we see," It forced out. "Who do you see?" It began laughing hysterically.
"Nothing." answered the man behind the counter. He switched off the sound, then flicked another switch, and a heavy soundproof curtain drew slowly over the windows.
"Dear God." Robert said.
"Do you understand why my brother must never get even the idea that his wife's body is alive?"
"She has a name!"
"No. It doesn't. Teri is dead, McCall. That's not her, and never will be again."
They stared at each other for a long time. Finally Robert turned away and left, his shoulders slumped as he accepted the burden of making sure Control never found what he'd watched that evening.
Hello world, again :)
I'm back :).
2015 was not the world's best year for me. Lost two of our furbabies, and gained another in Lady, who I picked up at work in June or July, can't recall which right now. She and Thumper tolerate each other, and they are getting better at dealing with each other.
Round Thanksgiving I picked up a cold, which went into a touch of bronchitis, and is now back to cold. We had the flooding and rain too. My friend lost her grandma in early December. Other than that, things have been fairly quiet and normal.
I am starting to feel like writing again. Getting organized, and actually putting pen to paper. I wrote some this year, but didn't bother posting, and I have some finished from before. Planning on taking care of those stories this year, and looking forward to writing new ones.
Take care,
Theresa
2015 was not the world's best year for me. Lost two of our furbabies, and gained another in Lady, who I picked up at work in June or July, can't recall which right now. She and Thumper tolerate each other, and they are getting better at dealing with each other.
Round Thanksgiving I picked up a cold, which went into a touch of bronchitis, and is now back to cold. We had the flooding and rain too. My friend lost her grandma in early December. Other than that, things have been fairly quiet and normal.
I am starting to feel like writing again. Getting organized, and actually putting pen to paper. I wrote some this year, but didn't bother posting, and I have some finished from before. Planning on taking care of those stories this year, and looking forward to writing new ones.
Take care,
Theresa
Hello .... was LJ was great, but now.....
This was originally a sticky, first written in Oct. 2012. I have since (Jan. 2016), decided to come back and at least finish all the prompts I've signed up for. Going to be a long haul.
I will be mainly here, Dreamwidth and Insane Journal. I am hoping LJ has improved some.
Plurk ended up being too much to keep up with and understand. Sometimes I can get tumblr, sometimes I can't, varying with what device I'm on as well. I don't think I have touched the blogs.
Theresa
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(Edited on 12/5/2012)
I am now also at:
Insane Journal: http://controls-lady.insanejournal…
and
Dreamwidth: http://theresa-ramseyer.dreamwidth…
and
Plurk: http://www.plurk.com/tramseyer
and
Tumblr: http://www.tumblr.com/dashboard
I love Insane Journal and Dreamwidth. Definitely need more people at IJ. I see I still need to learn how to use Plurk and Tumblr properly. Also have a blog at Blogger and one at Word Press, but have not posted at either for a very, very long time. I may change this again someday, when I have had time to go through and update them.
Theresa
(original entry below - my feelings have not changed.)
Morning,
LJ's news posts etc. feed into my inbox, and all the other notifications go through my email. So I didn't see the newest posting or links to the Daily Dot articles until last night. I am sad, unhappy, and angry; discontented seemed to be the best to fit the bill.
It's never been easy to share things about myself, and it was even less so back when I started with LJ several years ago. I've done a lot of lurking and reading, and several times slowly started considering opening up more and being more active. I was badly burnt somewhere else, and that didn't help matters.
Plus then LJ simply started falling apart. I waited and watched, hoping that when the different fallouts (Strikethrough, Boldout, etc.) settled, things would go back to normal and/or get better. Didn't happen, LJ went the other way.
Now I've read the new news post, the responses,and the other articles. I'm sad because LJ once held such hope for me, and now I'm leaving most of my communities and planning to shift more to Insane Journal and Dreamwidth, and going back for another look at Plurk and Tumblr, mentioned in the Daily Dot articles.
Unfortunately, I can't leave LJ permanently. I have friends here I want to keep track of, several people that I'd like to be friends with, and I have writing promises that I want to see through. So I will continue to read and post, but LJ won't be my first stop anymore.
Theresa
PS. And by the way, LJ? The site is NOT faster to load than it was, by any means.
I will be mainly here, Dreamwidth and Insane Journal. I am hoping LJ has improved some.
Plurk ended up being too much to keep up with and understand. Sometimes I can get tumblr, sometimes I can't, varying with what device I'm on as well. I don't think I have touched the blogs.
Theresa
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(Edited on 12/5/2012)
I am now also at:
Insane Journal: http://controls-lady.insanejournal…
and
Dreamwidth: http://theresa-ramseyer.dreamwidth…
and
Plurk: http://www.plurk.com/tramseyer
and
Tumblr: http://www.tumblr.com/dashboard
I love Insane Journal and Dreamwidth. Definitely need more people at IJ. I see I still need to learn how to use Plurk and Tumblr properly. Also have a blog at Blogger and one at Word Press, but have not posted at either for a very, very long time. I may change this again someday, when I have had time to go through and update them.
Theresa
(original entry below - my feelings have not changed.)
Morning,
LJ's news posts etc. feed into my inbox, and all the other notifications go through my email. So I didn't see the newest posting or links to the Daily Dot articles until last night. I am sad, unhappy, and angry; discontented seemed to be the best to fit the bill.
It's never been easy to share things about myself, and it was even less so back when I started with LJ several years ago. I've done a lot of lurking and reading, and several times slowly started considering opening up more and being more active. I was badly burnt somewhere else, and that didn't help matters.
Plus then LJ simply started falling apart. I waited and watched, hoping that when the different fallouts (Strikethrough, Boldout, etc.) settled, things would go back to normal and/or get better. Didn't happen, LJ went the other way.
Now I've read the new news post, the responses,and the other articles. I'm sad because LJ once held such hope for me, and now I'm leaving most of my communities and planning to shift more to Insane Journal and Dreamwidth, and going back for another look at Plurk and Tumblr, mentioned in the Daily Dot articles.
Unfortunately, I can't leave LJ permanently. I have friends here I want to keep track of, several people that I'd like to be friends with, and I have writing promises that I want to see through. So I will continue to read and post, but LJ won't be my first stop anymore.
Theresa
PS. And by the way, LJ? The site is NOT faster to load than it was, by any means.
Afternoon.
I'm going to use some of this journal as accountability from now on, just to warn you :).
2015 has sucked so far. My precious sweet Heidi passed away in late January, and our older inside cat, Gizzy, Mom's baby, passed on the 15th of this month, the day after Mom's birthday. Heidi's death has shoved me off-kilter. I have struggled with time management and goal setting and other like things before, but her passing seems to have just opened the floodgates and destroyed most of the coping skills/techniques I had in place. I think it was the structure she helped me set. For example, I had to get up and feed and take care of her, instead of sleeping in because I really had no other reason to get up. Whatever the case, I'm struggling to get back in gear and to move forward.
To that end, I have to report that I did no writing at all yesterday. I did put together an outline, expanding a scene I wrote several years ago into a possible story. I've made a goal to have all my current UFS's (unfinished stories) and promised stories as of this past weekend, finished by 1/1/17. There are tons of them. I am not sure if I can reach this goal, but at the very least, if I don't falter, I will be much further along on that date, and be quite a bit stronger with a habit of finishing.
I also did not do any cleaning or work on my Sunday School lesson for next week. Nor did I clean out my inbox, or even look at my music that I have very wrongly laid aside for 2 weeks. I am going to be very embarrassed tonight.
I did not set my alarm, and so got up late this morning. I have got to get back into an early morning wake up, especially if I ever get to work mornings or a full-time job again. I also need to make this a daily habit.
This morning I taped my deadline poster board to a wall here by my computer. I know I have much to add to it, but at least it's visible. It's organized by days, and big enough I can write on easily, unlike paper, so I'll see how this week goes. There are several things on the goal list for today.
Tomorrow, I plan on a better report.
Take care,
Theresa
2015 has sucked so far. My precious sweet Heidi passed away in late January, and our older inside cat, Gizzy, Mom's baby, passed on the 15th of this month, the day after Mom's birthday. Heidi's death has shoved me off-kilter. I have struggled with time management and goal setting and other like things before, but her passing seems to have just opened the floodgates and destroyed most of the coping skills/techniques I had in place. I think it was the structure she helped me set. For example, I had to get up and feed and take care of her, instead of sleeping in because I really had no other reason to get up. Whatever the case, I'm struggling to get back in gear and to move forward.
To that end, I have to report that I did no writing at all yesterday. I did put together an outline, expanding a scene I wrote several years ago into a possible story. I've made a goal to have all my current UFS's (unfinished stories) and promised stories as of this past weekend, finished by 1/1/17. There are tons of them. I am not sure if I can reach this goal, but at the very least, if I don't falter, I will be much further along on that date, and be quite a bit stronger with a habit of finishing.
I also did not do any cleaning or work on my Sunday School lesson for next week. Nor did I clean out my inbox, or even look at my music that I have very wrongly laid aside for 2 weeks. I am going to be very embarrassed tonight.
I did not set my alarm, and so got up late this morning. I have got to get back into an early morning wake up, especially if I ever get to work mornings or a full-time job again. I also need to make this a daily habit.
This morning I taped my deadline poster board to a wall here by my computer. I know I have much to add to it, but at least it's visible. It's organized by days, and big enough I can write on easily, unlike paper, so I'll see how this week goes. There are several things on the goal list for today.
Tomorrow, I plan on a better report.
Take care,
Theresa
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Lover 100 - Table B - (I know better....)
Table-B
| 001. | Romance. | 002. | Beauty. | 003. | Forgiveness. | 004. | Regret. | 005. | Discovery. |
| 006. | First Meeting. | 007. | Hardest Truth. | 008. | Resolutions. | 009. | Anything. | 010. | Home. |
| 011. | Intimacy. | 012. | Self-Love. | 013. | Kisses. | 014. | Frustration. | 015. | Pressure. |
| 016. | Absurd. | 017. | Forbidden. | 018. | Honesty. | 019. | Grace. | 020. | Laughter. |
| 021. | Confidence. | 022. | Happiness. | 023. | Sexy. | 024. | Tears. | 025. | Growth. |
| 026. | Sensuality. | 027. | Faith. | 028. | Night. | 029. | Day. | 030. | Innocence. |
| 031. | Music. | 032. | Water. | 033. | Love. | 034. | Ambiguity. | 035. | Act. |
| 036. | Whew. | 037. | Anger. | 038. | Dirt. | 039. | Trust. | 040. | Heat. |
| 041. | Summer Love. | 042. | Patience. | 043. | Opportunity. | 044. | Death. | 045. | Passion. |
| 046. | Healing. | 047. | Life. | 048. | Joy. | 049. | Freedom. | 050. | Bliss. |
| 051. | Dreams. | 052. | Kinky. | 053. | Haunted. | 054. | Emergence. | 055. | Transmogrify. |
| 056. | Magnetic. | 057. | Surreal. | 058. | Passage. | 059. | Lush. | 060. | Could Have. |
| 061. | Would Have. | 062. | Should Have. | 063. | Hunger. | 064. | Need. | 065. | Want. |
| 066. | Take. | 067. | Have. | 068. | Mine. | 069. | Yours. | 070. | Lubricious. |
| 071. | Lugubrious. | 072. | Perspective. | 073. | Capering. | 074. | Empathy. | 075. | Sympathy. |
| 076. | Mirth. | 077. | Almost. | 078. | Always. | 079. | Surprise. | 080. | Warmth. |
| 081. | Heartache. | 082. | Ghosts. | 083. | Break-Up. | 084. | Make-Up. | 085. | Diary. |
| 086. | Voice. | 087. | Biggest Fear. | 088. | Warning. | 089. | Everything. | 090. | Nothing. |
| 091. | Failure. | 092. | Success. | 093. | Glimpse. | 094. | Sanctuary. | 095. | Picture. |
| 096. | Writer‘s Choice. | 097. | Writer‘s Choice. | 098. | Writer‘s Choice. | 099. | Writer‘s Choice. | 100. | Writer‘s Choice. |
FC Smorgasboard table - Equalizer - first 10 prompts on Buffet Table 1
I really hadn't planned on adding more challenges, but the smorgasbord is so addictive sounding :D. I do have plans for writing all of my challenges.
Theresa
Theresa
| 1. | The vacuum of time. | 2. | Uncontrollable wrath. | 3. | Her eyes believed in mysteries. | 4. | Urban legend. | 5. | Look beyond. |
| 6. | Leap of faith. | 7. | Gazing upon the sky. | 8. | All sorts of complicated. | 9. | Face down I cry. | 10. | Twilight surrender. |