aceofkittens: (tea and books)
As some of you may know, long-term writing projects are definitely not my strong suit. However, every once in a while, I get off my lazy butt, and I write something. It is usually some one-off snippet that no one ever sees, a fragment destined for instant oblivion. Thus, after I randomly entered a writing contest, I instantly forgot all about it. It had been just my speed, though: a story told via Tweet. 140 characters or less! I used my fake name (O'Kittens), because that's just how I roll.

When I got the email last night that the first round results were in, I was like, "Oh yeah! That thing!" Imagine my surprise and secret delight when I discovered that two of my story-tweets had made it. You can read (and vote for them! VOTE FOR THEM!!!) here.

The funny thing is that I'd sent in three story-Tweets, and my favorite had been the one that didn't make it. :)

Read and vote for my glorious Tweets! Thank you. :)

Vassilissa

May. 22nd, 2008 09:01 pm
aceofkittens: (drunken wink)

RIP, Vassilissa
5/18/1994-5/22/2008
Read more... )

Tricked!

Apr. 8th, 2008 11:18 am
aceofkittens: (chip is the best)
We came home from Arizona on Sunday night (full update in a separate post), and were so tired that we actually went to bed at 10:45 p.m., which is simply unheard of.

I woke up to darkness, and the typical morning ritual of Chip spreading his paws over my face and biting my jaw. He has taken to doing this in an effort to get me out of bed to feed him, and it's usually at 6:30 a.m., the little rat. Funny enough, he never does this to [livejournal.com profile] invisiblebf; in fact, if I'm out of town or something, Chip will let [livejournal.com profile] invisiblebf sleep in as late as 10 or 11 a.m., unmolested.

As I struggled into consciousness, it felt like I'd already had a full night's sleep. In addition, it seemed that Chip had used the litter box and possibly missed. "You may as well get up and feed him — I'll clean the box," [livejournal.com profile] invisiblebf grunted, as we both rolled out of bed. Disoriented and pretty much blind without my glasses, I stumbled to the kitchen and doled out Chip's breakfast.

Then I squinted at the LED display of the cable box. "Tricked! He tricked us!" I wailed, "It's only 2 a.m.!" Over at his food dish, an innocent-looking Chip was eating noisily. :)

"And you know, he's going to do this again at 6:30!" I predicted. And I was right! But I didn't fall for that same trick twice in one day. Take that, tricksy kitteh! :P
aceofkittens: (gummi bears)
The other week, we discovered a red-brown worm in our bathtub. It was a total mystery as to how it got in there, but it had been raining a lot and I figured maybe the worm came out of the bath drain or something. The worm was alive and I took it over to my neighbor's flowerpot. It proceeded to dig its way in. I was happy that a worm-friend had somehow come into our home. [livejournal.com profile] invisiblebf, on the other hand, was very concerned that the worm might have come out of Chip. He spent a long time reading about worms online and looking up pictures that should not have been looked at. In the end, he cautiously agreed that it was probably not a Chip-worm.

I decided to prank [livejournal.com profile] invisiblebf and bought a big pack of Gummi Worms in secret. It was supposed to rain really hard today, and it did! I got up first and set out two of the Gummi Worms in the bathtub on top of a piece of clingfilm. Then, when he asked if I wanted to have the first shower, I said, "No, no, you go ahead." The shout of "WHAT?!" and the WTF expression on his face were perfect. Success!!! :)

Yesterday, I did three things in L.A. that I had never done before. First, I took SecondCousinOfKittensOnceRemoved to the Velaslavasay Panorama, which is something I never even heard of until she told me about it. Then, we went to dinner at a restaurant called Pure Luck, which was a Vegan place that makes dishes out of jackfruit... it's bizarre, but delicious. I tried some really yummy spinach salad with "blackened jackfruit" and we also had some fried pickles. Then, we went across the street to this ice cream/gelato place called Scoops, where potential flavors included "Vanilla & Rum," "Strawberry & Black Pepper," and "Chocolate & Jaegermeister." All in all, it has been a weekend full of win.
aceofkittens: (feck)
Aside from the aforementioned charley horse, I also woke up on Sunday morning with vague feelings of unease and uncertainty and doom, which is par for the course after a night of drunken debauchery. I couldn't quite recall what-all I might have done to feel this way, but it was only a matter of time before someone enlightened me.

[livejournal.com profile] eto_theipi – are you out of your teething phase?
[livejournal.com profile] aceofkittens – Did I bite you??!?
[livejournal.com profile] eto_theipi – yeah. you don't remember?
[livejournal.com profile] aceofkittens – ...uhhh
[livejournal.com profile] aceofkittens – umm....
[livejournal.com profile] eto_theipi – heh
[livejournal.com profile] aceofkittens – Uh... do you recall why I did that? I mean, I do of course, but, uh, just wanted to see if you remembered the reason I gave you.
[livejournal.com profile] eto_theipi – oh you didn't give a reason.
[livejournal.com profile] eto_theipi – you just said "uh-oh. i just bit you. i've had way too much to drink."

...Damn. :)

Well, at least I didn't hit anyone. Or did I?
aceofkittens: (ah go on)
The other night, I went to Albertson's to buy ingredients for the latest installment of the "soup too spicy for anyone else to eat." I was standing there at the checkout, idly watching the display as the clerk scanned my items, when I noticed a discrepancy. "Excuse me," I said politely, "I believe you scanned my onions twice." Sure enough, he had, and was very apologetic as he took the extra $2.39 off the bill. MIB joked that I am watchful and vigilant. Well, occasionally I do pay attention. Thirty seconds after the Onion Incident, I cleared my throat again. "I'm sorry, but aren't those mangoes 3 for 99 cents?" I asked. When the clerk concurred, I continued, "They seem to have come up as 3 for $1.49 — three times." Indeed, the mangoes were evidently going to cost me $4.47 instead of $.99. This wasn't the clerk's fault — apparently, the system wasn't applying the discount. We got that cleared up and I kept watching the display. When the clerk scanned my .8 pounds of broccoli ($1.39 a pound) as broccoli crowns ($1.69 a pound), I just sighed and let that one go. You've got to pick your battles wisely in the cut-throat arena of the local supermarket.

Meanwhile, my mom's cleaning people alerted her recently to the fact that there is a mouse or maybe a rat (but most likely a mouse) living somewhere underneath the stairs in the dark scary garage. My mom called me to let me know of this development. "Can you believe it? A mouse, we have a mouse!" she burbled, unable to contain her delight. "I told them they had better not hurt it if they see it again. I'll bring some crackers or something sweet down for it later." We reminisced about how my grandmother had been terrified of mice. And now we have a wild mouse (or maybe a whole nest) of our very own. Life is good.

With no further intelligent content on the horizon, here are some memes:

1) Tagged by [livejournal.com profile] darthmollusc: 5 Things People Might Not Know About Me
I'm totally an open book. )

2) Tagged by [livejournal.com profile] omakase: Name the Top 5 Celebrities You'd Do and One of Them Has to be Alan Alda
Mmmm... Alan Alda )
I tag... anyone who wants to do either of these. Yes, that means you.
aceofkittens: (chip)
Recently, through [livejournal.com profile] scanner_darkly's LJ, I found out about APOC '06, [livejournal.com profile] madolan's challenge to "compose fiction, music, or visual art on a post-apocalyptic theme." While I churn out writing (if you can call it that) for work on a daily basis, it's been years since I've written anything creatively.

Last night, I woke up at 3 a.m., because Chip was having a hacking/coughing fit which turned into puking. I couldn't get back to sleep, and between the hours of 3 a.m. and 4 a.m., I wrote the following story in my head. Today, I wrote down as much as I could remember. I edited and revised it. And now I 'publish' it.

For various private, in-joke reasons, I dedicate this story to [livejournal.com profile] aerinys, and to my mother. :)

Apocalypse, mmm... )
aceofkittens: (heron)
I was walking outside, basking in the sunshine, when I saw him. How could I not? His dark green/brown body was a stark contrast to the red brick of the column. I approached and stared lovingly at him. He was perfect, almost as big as my hand. I wished I had brought my camera.

Just then, someone else who works here walked past and I showed her my new true love. "Do you guys have a digital camera?" I asked. She nodded, "Yes, but I don't think my boss would want you to use it to take photographs of a grasshopper."

At that moment, in a mighty whirr of wings, he took off from the column, flying clear across the walkway in that initial bound. I watched his body gleam in the sunlight as he flew off, his wingspan as big as a hummingbird's. I knew I'd never see him again. The best love affairs are shortlived.

A photo of something like him that I found online )
aceofkittens: (vegas)
Though my battle cry is usually "Apathy Now!", every so often, I tilt at some windmill or other.

How Best Black Hoodie & I took on Homeland Security )

Fragment

May. 25th, 2004 10:39 pm
aceofkittens: (Default)
This was in my head earlier. Now it's out. It made better sense in my head, however.

Fragment )
aceofkittens: (Default)
I am jonesing for caffeine in the form of Diet Coke. I should have gotten some on my way home, but I was tired and a little cold, and didn't really feel like stopping at the store. I've been good about not crossing the picket line of the striking grocery workers, though I don't know why -- they probably have better health insurance than I do. In any case, I didn't feel like swinging by the drug store, so now I am Coke-less and antsy about it. And it's really cold -- I'm pondering turning on the heat. No big fat cat to keep me warm. :(

I broke the "apple pie" fast and had some real food. I felt like my food sack was exploding! Let's see what the scale tells us tomorrow! :)

Anyway, for your amusement, I recreate a conversation with [livejournal.com profile] toastmantom:

Cut for your pleasure! )

Now I will put things into boxes.
aceofkittens: (Default)
This is a crazy cat lady story, just for [livejournal.com profile] technicolourrat.

Yup. Just a k1tt10 story. )

I've had like, 2 hours of sleep. :)
aceofkittens: (Default)
Mom update: Bad news. Her leg re-broke and she's going into surgery tomorrow to get a plate put into her bone. :(

What this means: I'll be up in SF for at least another week, if not longer.

While sitting in the waiting room, I had the urge to write something. This rarely happens to me.

This is the result. )

Think of it what you will.
aceofkittens: (Default)
Last night, whilst on a walk, the SO and I engaged in a Daring Rodent Rescue!!!

Read all about our derring-do! )

Tonight, Pinky, we take over the world!
aceofkittens: (bittersweet)
The girl is standing by the elevators, waiting. She looks down, because she was crying just a short time earlier, and no one else needs to see that.

She saw the man as he came toward her, down the hall. Now they're both waiting. He's older, with a kind of rumpled, unassuming sort of demeanor.

The elevator doesn't come. She keeps looking down, because she doesn't want to be noticed. It's important to stay invisible.

The man speaks, unexpectedly. "These elevators sure take their time."

"I know," she says, tensing up a little. "They're the slowest elevators in the world." She puts a smile into her voice, because it's funny, really, how slow these elevators are.

"Do you work here?" He asks this casually. Then there's an uncomfortable pause. "Or -- do you see someone?"

"I -- see someone." It's the truth, after all. The truth shall set you free.

The man speaks again, in that same, casual way. "Well, I don't know what's going on inside of you. But on the outside, you are so very pretty."

She keeps looking down. She wasn't expecting this at all. What's going on inside of her? Something is blossoming; she feels its tendrils reaching outward to warmly caress the skin of her face. She says, "Thank you."

The elevator doors open. They step inside.

*********

Also, Who's got the claws? Who? Who? Oh yes! Grrr! Feel that Marvel superpower! )
aceofkittens: (Default)
So, I was supposed to spend the next two weeks housesitting for my mom, during which time I was planning to be extraordinarily productive (ha ha) and get stuff done wrt school (ha ha ha) and make headway on some other projeccts (ha ha ha ha) -- in other words, the plan was to play with the cats and MUSH in peace. ;)

But due to circumstances beyond her control, my mom ended up not going at the very last minute. This has been very frustrating for us all. She went away for the weekend anyway, closer to home, and was going to deal with trying to reschedule the vacation on Monday.

Of course, over the weekend, Hurricane Isidore has moved into the area where she would have been had she gone on that vacation... and they're canceling flights at Cancun airport and preparing to evacuate the area.

There's a sci-fi story I read a long time ago. I can't remember who it's by, and I wish I did. The premise of the story is that this guy's about to get on a plane and fly to some tropical island to broker a movie deal with an eccentric mogul. He keeps getting weird phone calls and soon realizes that it's from his future self. The future self is fabulously wealthy, married to a supermodel, successful, and it's because the movie deal was so successful. But the only way this will happen is if he goes now.

I'm probably misremembering it, but anyway, he's all set to get on the plane, when they announce that the flight's overbooked and they're getting a second plane. Suddenly, he starts getting phone calls from another future self. This other future self seems scared and panicky and is urging him not to go because the plane's going to crash and he's going to die. But the phone keeps cutting out and he can't figure out which of the two planes he should get on.

He gets on the plane and the phone calls get more frantic, and then the line goes dead. There's a lot of turbulence, and we fear the worst, but the story is open-ended. We never find out if he's made the right choice; the last line of the story is something like "The plane began a rapid descent." God, I wish I could remember who wrote that story.

But, anyway, the point being, this is what I think of every time I get on a plane, or, more to the point, every time I have to change a plane reservation, or miss a plane, or whatever. "Did I get on the right plane or the wrong plane?" I am superstitious. I believe in Fate. I just don't think Fate's on my side, necessarily. I am on the wrong plane.
aceofkittens: (Default)
The everpresent, visceral hum of the airplane's engines, the murmuring of voices, people opening and closing the bathroom door.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We've received word that we've been diverted. We're approximately 167 miles from Bermuda, we'll be landing in Bermuda in approximately an hour. Please bring your seat backs and tray tables to an upright position..."

Oh my god, oh my god, this is it. This is it, the plane's crashing, we're going to die, we're going down.

"Ladies and gentleman, please be calm. The plane is fine, everything's fine. Atlanta isn't accepting any incoming traffic, we've been diverted to Bermuda..."

"Maybe there's been another bomb threat in Atlanta," says the SO.
"But why not Miami? Why not another Florida airport? They wouldn't just divert us like that. There's got to be a hurricane or something."

We look at USA Today... the weather looks clear. Weird...

People are speculating, no one knows what's really going on. The flight attendants don't seem to know. We circle over Bermuda endlessly. Rumors are flying, one of the flight attendants is with us in the back, everyone's speculating. Delta won't release any information to us, says the flight attendant.

Finally, on the ground in Bermuda. There are men with automatic weapons all around the plane. Information starts trickling in, people are trying to call out. "Our" flight attendant comes to the back, she's crying. Some planes were hijacked, the WTC is gone, thousands dead...

"It can't be right, it's like a game of telephone."
"Remember when the big earthquake happened and they reported that SF fell into the ocean and was on fire and the Bay Bridge collapsed?"

More rumors in the airport, on the way to the hotel. Horrifying rumors. Obnoxious, loud man in the shuttle, talking too loudly. I just want silence, it can't be true. Shut up, just shut up, shut up!

Bermuda is so beautiful. They put us in a 5-Star hotel. Free drinks, free food, free everything. Not like all those people who were sent to Newfoundland and were stuck on a plane for 24 hour. My mother is in Istanbul. I have no way of reaching her. I finally get through to California. No. It can't be all true.

We get to the room and turn on the TV.

...


The only reason I have ever been to Bermuda is because 3,000 people died a year ago today. We watched CNN until our eyes hurt, and then I just sat there, waiting for the morning. I took a picture of the skyline when the sun rose. It's one of the best pictures I've ever taken. It looks like a sunset, but it's a sunrise.

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