You are viewing ellcee

Still alive

Posted on 2014.04.08 at 21:37
Found my old fics tonight ... remembering the good old days :)


Rest in Peace, Thelma Keane

Posted on 2008.05.25 at 23:53
The inspiration for the Family Circus Mom has passed away.

And yes, my posting after months and months does mean something ;)

LC


Tomorrow

Posted on 2007.11.19 at 22:38
Really. I've been working on the next chapter, and it's almost ready but it's been a long goddamned day and I'm starting to make no sense. I'll announce it on Binky Betsy.

LC


OMG!!!

Posted on 2007.11.18 at 13:34

My brother sent me this -- I have fond memories of driving around with my mom and brothers as a kid, and hearing this on the radio. We'd all sing along as we bounced about in mom's old orange Aster and crack ourselves up.



Windjammer! is being worked on today :) Don't know when I can get it posted -- tonight, possibly tomorrow. Keep an eye on this space or look on the FOOBiverse's Journal for an announcement.

LC



BACK!!!

Posted on 2007.11.17 at 15:32

Okay, I'm back and somewhat alive. You can read the details as to where I've been the last three weeks here, though I must warn you, there are water buffalo and snot involved.

On the For Better or For Worse front, I see that Lynn has been busy regaling her loyal fans with trips back in time. For the record, I was looking forward to seeing the old strips, which I loved. What I didn't take into account is that I'd be looking at them through eyes permanently scarred with the last few years of the strip. It's very hard to look at the charming little scamp the 1979 Michael was and not think of the 2007 douchebag he ended up becoming.

It makes it quite difficult to read the new hybrid, especially since the time machine Lynn Johnston is using for these little jaunts down memory lane is, frankly, excruciatingly ill-conceived. Strips are presented as individual memories from characters who couldn't not have had said memories, and ... gah. It's just really bad. And as always, it doesn't have to be that way.

Oh well. Anyway, off to clean the house a bit, or at least removed the larger of the cat-hair tumbleweeds that are blowing through, and then hopefully some more work on Windjammer!, since I now am well enough to sit up for more than an hour at a time.

LC



Off to Italy!

Posted on 2007.10.25 at 10:08
My mom is taking me to Italy for a graduation present :) Back on November 3!

LC


In Memory of Jessica Doktor

Posted on 2007.10.20 at 02:08
She who binds to herself a joy
Does the winged life destroy;
But she who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity's sunrise.



LC


Okay, tomorrow

Posted on 2007.10.03 at 23:49
No, really.

I did mean to have the next chapter up today but I was so busy being gobsmacked by Gwampa Chinnuts' apparent demise, I literally can't focus on finishing it (it's nearly done). Mainly because I found myself obsessively checking the FOOBiverse's Journal! to see what new witty comments have appeared. It's pretty sad, that level of attention, but in my defense this is the first thing that's happened in strip since September 2, unless you count the adventure of SuperTeddy! which I don't.

Then I ended up talking to Dancing in Socks Guy for two hours, an hour more than we should have because he has an exam next week he needs to study for, plus the family stuff he's got going on now. Then I had to make dinner. That was going to be grilled chicken salad with toasted pine nuts, organic celery with organic tomato wedges, but ended up being me gnawing on the cooked chicken. Then, too, The Bionic Woman was on tonight, as was the Top Chef finale.

Speaking of, seriously. Hung? How uninspired. I was hoping Dale would win, with Casey as my second choice. Hung is talented and all that, but such an obvious choice.

Ah, well. Anyway, tomorrow because I seriously can't seem to focus and I'm all about quality. Kind of about quality, anyway. Some of the time. Actually, I'm just lazy. Oooooh, it's midnight!

ETA: MOTHERFUCKER! Like the strip, Gwampa Chinnuts is not *quite* dead!

LC


In memory of JB

Posted on 2007.10.03 at 00:31
DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.


-- Dylan Thomas

Dancing in Socks Guy's uncle passed away unexpectedly today. That's the true reason for this poem.

Imagine my shock when I saw today's FBOFW. Turns out the poem has a secondary meaning today. Possibly a tertiary meaning if you count FW, but I'm not.

LC


Next chapter coming ...

Posted on 2007.09.30 at 23:43
On Monday, October 1 :)

ETA: Which it almost is right now. I mean, some time during the day.


Or, uh, tomorrow. I actually wrote it at work (during my breaks, of course) and put it on a flash drive intending to do some editing and post it here at home. But it appears said flash drive is probably sitting right on my desk at work. Ooopsies.

There's a two hour time difference between here and Albuquerque, and it usually doesn't bother me at all but this time it seems to have kicked my ass. I walked out of the house this morning wearing two similar, yet different shoes.

LC


Previous 10