From the Alaskan Frontier

Thanks for ruining my morning, Deb. Now between that and my kid I'm in for an effing wretched day.

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To elaborate on last night’s entry:

locoexclaimer  has fallen a little behind on the Write-a-Day fills. I’m getting bogged down with college work and had a minor meltdown last night (long story). We’re both taking a little break; I’m still working on writing (I have two challenges I still need to finish in my free time), in addition to Introduction to Anthropology and History of Alaskan Natives. (The latter, when I mention it, is often shortened to Alaskan History, and is generally complained about, so fair warning.)

Just to give you an idea of what I’m working on that isn’t college: I have two commissions for certain I need to finish, another set that I’m still waiting on my details, a kink meme fill or two, a pageview kiriban for someone on DeviantArt, and a little bit of art.

Busybusybusy…

Until then, stay awesome, everyone! :)

Hope everyone had a good Christmas this year. ^^

Much love,
- TCA

Okay, time for a way less depressing entry. Honestly.

Soooo… I’ve started my official job hunt—so far I have one application for a public safety dispatch position. Freaking sweet benefits package—they pay 100% premiums on the health insurance (w00t w00t), $90 / month for water and sewer (I currently pay like $150 / month), union labor and so on. I’m liking this one. I’m going to hit the health corporation and hospital tomorrow. Okay. I can totally do this. The thing that scared me the most about the PS dispatch was for references they said no one outside the US or relatives. Fair enough. But they also said no former employers. Well, slag me in aft; there went what I was hoping would be one of my best references.

Dude, I haven’t job hunted in four years. O_o I found the SubWay job through a friend, no searching required, and the bank job found me. Hoo boy… This is scarier than it looks.

Let’s see what else… I need another month before Christmas comes. >w< Too much stress, too much stress…!

And now it’s time for me to pretend to be smart. I’m watching Cats Don’t Dance, which I haven’t seen since the late 90s, and I noticed something I never really noticed as a kid the first time. Obviously there’s the voice acting—I have a ton amount of Rene Auberjonois since this is just one more example of the range he can pull off. Don Knotts is in there too, and I loved him in Andy Griffith. He’s just kinda lovable. ^^

The big thing I’ve noticed, though, is there’s some serious parallels to the US pre-Civil Rights movement. When you look at the costuming and the cars in the movie, you get a sort of Golden Age of Hollywood feel, I’d peg it as being 1920s and 30s. Hell they even mention Clark Gable and you can see a poster for Gone with the Wind in the beginning of the movie. You have the time frame; now consider the two main groups of characters—animals and humans. Look at the interactions between the two—the animals are treated like second-class citizens by the humans. Remember the line, The spotlight will never be one for [animals] like you and me. Given the time frame, I certainly wouldn’t put it past being a metaphor / allegory (unintentional or otherwise) for a pre-Civil Rights timeframe.

Just a little thought.

I’ve noticed something kinda weird... Lately, all of my dreams have had a common theme.

In these dreams, I need to go somewhere really important or need to leave wherever the dream starts off—in the past three, it’s been a forested residential area, and work twice. Like I <I>need</i> to leave—some kind of genocide in dream 1, flooding in dream 2 and going home in dream 3. But no matter how dire the situation is, I’m stalling and trying to gather up all my stuff or keep forgetting something and needing to go back.

This has been happening a lot. I wonder if my dreams are trying to tell me something, as dreams are occasionally wont to do. Or this could be like the time I dreamed I was pregnant and didn’t know who the father was. ^^; (Which in itself is weird. I don’t strike me as the type to not know who baby daddy is. It was never touched on in the dream, though. I kinda like my friend Elizabeth’s theory that it was Soundwave. x3)

NaNoWriMo kicks off in about eight days and I’m scared shitless over it. If I really wanna pull off the 50,000 words in thirty days, I’d have to write shy of 2000 a day. However, I have a good topic and a good support network so I think I’ll be able to pull this off. I hope.

Until then...

- TCA