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[dreamstrifer.livejournal.com]

My first blogflog. Laurell really... makes me wonder.

Blog found here: http://blog.laurellkhamilton.org/2008/0 3/schedule-called-on-account-of-weather.h tml


Laurell in bold.
Me in plain.

Jon has the flu, as in the real flu not the stomach viruses that we all normally call the flu.

Um, I call stomach viruses 'stomach flu'. I don't know about you.


Flu is a cough, fever, body aches, tiredness, and some other symptoms, but nothing like a stomach virus.

Yes, I too can look up things on WebMD.

Learn something new everyday; though we actually learned this yesterday.

Okay, I'm not going to say anything more snarky about her differentiation between the two kinds of flu. I'll just put the question to all you lashers. Do YOU call stomach viruses "the flu?" Because no one I know really does...

Darla is staying home today, part weather, and part that she's been tapped for reading the page proofs of BLOOD NOIR. Jon and I did the last go around. Darla and I did the one before that.

Wow, okay, so that's one, two, three times you're going over page proofs, with different eyes. Cool. Did they go over, say, Incubus Dreams that many times? Let's hope to Diety that it's actually productive, jeez.

And then she goes on to talk about the weather. Which, I'll grant her, is pretty bad here in the St. Louis Area. It's like our fourth (or whatever) time that we get snow. What's really amusing is people are like "HOLY SHIT WHAT IS THIS WHITE STUFF DRIFTING DOWN FROM THE HEAVENS?!" Mostly because they don't remember how to drive in the snow. Even Laurell says so.

Of course, the roads aren't that bad right this second but it's been sleeting off and on, and now the snow is starting to really come down. The wind has picked up and is driving it sideways, and all I can think is that the snow is drifting to the ground like a car drifting sideways. (Maybe cars really will become a hobby for me; I'm certainly thinking about them enough.)

How in the WORLD is snow drifting to the ground like a car drifting sideways? This doesn't compute in my poor brain. I mean, car: big, huge, heavy THING. Snow: pretty small white thing. Whatevs, man, it's Laurell logic.

The dogs are huddled around my feet wondering why I haven't fed them yet. It's a week day and they know the routine. By seven they are usually fed, but like I said, it's sort of the weekend schedule. So the puppies can wait until I've had a cuppa.

The hell's ass Laurell... It's freaking TUESDAY. Feed your damn dogs if they usually get fed at seven on weekdays. You're lucky you don't have my cat, who'd get on your lap and yowl at the top of his lungs if he's not fed by six-thirty. But honestly! THey KNOW the routine, you said so yourself. God, this woman pisses me off.

I'm having trouble letting go of my schedule as it falls to ruins around me, one of the downsides of being morbidly organized about work is that when the organization doesn't go as planned it really bugs me

But she doesn't seem to have trouble NOT FEEDING HER DOGS. I'm not even going to mention the comma. I'm going to refrain. And how can one be morbidly organized? I see that phrase and think of an OCD mortician or something. Which is just giving me some weird visuals of like, Monk preparing a body for burial which is just weird.

I'm going to finish my tea and watch the snow come down. I'm about fifteen to twenty minutes away from supposedly being at my desk, but there's no school today, and my hubby is sick, and no one else is here to tend the dogs. Soooo . . . I'll drink my tea, feed the puppies, leave a note for the kiddo telling her to get cereal, and hopefully get to work by 8:30. It's a goal.

YOU WORK AT HOME AND YOU CAN'T EVEN SPEAK TO YOUR CHILD WHEN SHE WAKES UP?! I mean, goddammit, she's also staying home from school, and you can't even exert the effort to say hi to her, to share in her joy at staying home? My mother was a stay-at-home mom, and though she wasn't a famous author, she would let me sleep in, and when I woke up, would tell me that school was cancelled and we'd make breakfast together. Jesus Christ, Laurell, do you even LIKE having a kid?! At least she's going to feed the dogs. *shakes head*

Comments

[sharkbytes.livejournal.com]

I've said it before, but seriously, what a complete and total self-involved jerk!

First of all, that's just downright mean to do to puppies. Especially older dogs, who thrive on routine and consistency. They're DOGS, they can't exactly go into the cupboard and serve themselves breakfast when they're hungry. I can't think of any pet owner with a heart that would literally remain seated, knowing full well that they have pets who are hungry and expecting food.

And I hate to wank on her for personal life stuff, but damn, not even bothering to greet your kid with a good morning WHEN YOU WORK AT HOME is some cold-ass shit.


Jon has a tummy ache, and her whole world falls to pieces? How does she ever get anything done?

[dreamstrifer.livejournal.com]

Seriously... I told my mom the part about her leaving a note for Trinity, and she was shocked. Of course, my mom could never comprehend how HARD it is to be a PUBLISHED AUTHOR and how HARD it is to get things done when her HUSBAND IS SICK (although, my dad's pretty hardcore and has worked through the flu... the REAL flu... before). We just don't understand how difficult her life is.

[mystickiwi.livejournal.com]

*raises hand* I call the pukes the flu, usually because when I'm evacuating my stomach I'm also aching, shakey and tired. (Although for the past two years it would have more accurately been called a MFing gallstone, but that's another story).

I feel so so so bad for Trinity. Can we as lashers band together and adopt the poor child? Show her love and proper grammar? Be happy that she exists as a person? Call her by her name instead of "kiddo?" Can we please? (We can adopt the dogs two while we're at it)

[dreamstrifer.livejournal.com]

Ah, okay, noted. That makes sense. I've also puked when I had the flu (the REAL flu), so, maybe it's just one of those terminology things that can vary.

Adopting Trinity and the dogs sounds good to me! It should be like, a coup.

[amamelina.livejournal.com]

How long can it possibly take to feed your dogs? Geez, my cat is always hungry (or at least wants to be fed anytime someone walks in the kitchen). It takes a few seconds to pour some food in his dish and add water. I can do that while I'm making breakfast.

Feed the dogs!

Secondly, she works at home. She can't take five minutes to sit down and talk to her kid over breakfast? Maybe ask what she plans on doing? My mom wasn't a stay at home mom, but if she was home when I was, we at least said 'hi' face to face.

[dreamstrifer.livejournal.com]

Seriously, my cat has to have special food from these weird cans, and it still takes a few seconds though we have to wrestle with the tops and fork it out in the dish. But you see, Laurell has to have tea before she can do anything, because Jon can't do it for her.

I really hope she plans on spending time with Trinity later, but... I doubt it. You know, if she can't even feed her dogs properly.

[bubblefaerie.livejournal.com]

She always acts like her daughter is a chore. It's so sad.

It's also sad that she's so incapable of doing anything herself that Jon being sick disrupts everything in her life.

[kessie.livejournal.com]

That is unbelievable. It makes me boggle at the early Anita books that were dedicated to Trinity. I try to avoid LKH's relationship with her daughter because of my own issues with my mother and because we only have what LKH says on her blog to go from... but the only time my mother left me notes was when she was gone out doing stuff. Never when she was in the house, albeit working in another room. D:

Not feeding the dogs because she wants her tea first makes me grin my teeth out of sheer frustration. X|

[dreamstrifer.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I was a bit hesitant about saying anything at all, but I"m just like, "Hell, she WORKS AT HOME." And that makes everything sad.

As was said elsewhere, it does NOT take that long to feed dogs. Her tea won't even cool off.

[moonsinger.livejournal.com]

I'd hate to be her kid. Honestly, I'd never in a million years ignore my kid for my writing. Of course, assuming I can get back on a writing schedule, it would be after my daughter goes to school and subject to interruption by my 22 month old son. Seriously, kids first, writing second.

BTW, dogs go in the kids category.

And flu doesn't mean the same as stomach flu. I call stomach flu the whirlies (because it doesn't come out just one way). I am not throwing up when I have the flu; I'm in bed, achy, and have a very high fever. No fever with the whirlies, I just wish I were dead.

[dreamstrifer.livejournal.com]

And it's not even like she has Trinity all the time. The ONE day she doesn't go to school, Laurell can't hang out with her? I mean, honestly now, spend a little time with your kid. It doesn't have to be all day, just a few minutes! You won't ever get that time back.

[lilacwire.livejournal.com]

All I have to say is that when you wrote "Laurell in bold, me in plain" I thought it read, "Laurell in bold, me in pain" and I couldn't have agreed more. :P

[dreamstrifer.livejournal.com]

I think there's an icon floating around that says that. :-)

[fangedsekhmet.livejournal.com]

"Darla is staying home today, part weather, and part that she's been tapped for reading the page proofs of BLOOD NOIR. Jon and I did the last go around. Darla and I did the one before that."

That explains a lot.

[hookncrook.livejournal.com]

Well Darla certainly DIDN'T proof that sample chapter they posted yesterday...it was so bad and so many typos it boggled my mind.

So I ask you, what the hell does Darla get paid for?

[pith]

Modly: Please edit in the link to the blog entry.

http://blog.laurellkhamilton.org/2008/03/schedule-called-on-account-of-weather.html

[dreamstrifer.livejournal.com]

Whoops, completely forgot. Will do.

[gothgoddessrhia.livejournal.com]

I feel so bad for her daughter and her pets! They seem like such an inconvenience to her all the time. Her daughter, especially, always seems to be tagged on as an after thought.

I try hard not to dislike LKH (just her writing), but her blog makes her so unlikable. If I was one of her friends, I would tell her to not blog at all.

When I was writing a monthly column for a magazine here in Texas, I would often have babysitting duty with my nephew. If I was writing and he wanted to be near me, he would bring his toys in and play on the desk next to the computer. He knew not to make a lot of noise when I was writing and he kept it quiet, but he was happy to be near me. When he was much younger, he would want to sit on my lap while I typed. I learned to write with him contentedly snuggled into me. Sometimes he would even fall asleep.

There is really no excuse to neglect a child or your furry children (pets) because of your schedule or to have a cuppa. Give me a break.

Seriously, they need to take the blog away from LKH and try and salvage as much of her image as possible.

[duchym.livejournal.com]

That's the thing...it is nearly impossible for a normal and sane person to read Hamilton's blog and NOT be horrified by her, her self-centeredness, her whining, the way she openly resents her child (but loves her car!!!), etc. etc. etc.

[missrogue.livejournal.com]

I'd like to point out that every single man I know, doesn't rest when they have the real flu, or something worse like a sinus infection. They continue on with their daily lives like nothing is wrong. So it greatly amuses me that her fanboi is not doing whatever job he has.

I also don't think she likes having a kid, the evidence has mounted up, and the conclusion is in. That kid is going to hate her mother when she grows up.

[gothgoddessrhia.livejournal.com]

Actually, most of the men I know become absolute babies the second they get something nasty. My husband tends to not get sick very often and if its something mild, he keeps on per the normal. But the second it develops into something debilitating, he's in bed passed out.

I don't hold it against Jon for being sick with a stomach virus (and he shouldn't go out in public and spread it to everyone else). But I do think LKH comes across as utterly selfish and unable to take care of herself and others.

[dreamstrifer.livejournal.com]

Seriously. It just boggles my mind. Is she so used to Jon feeding the dogs or whatever that she can't pour some kibble in a bowl or something?

[crimsonpacific.livejournal.com]

Couldn't she have fed them while waiting for the water to boil?

[moonbeamdancer.livejournal.com]

Exactly or take a quick sip, feed them, and get back to her tea.

[ladymina.livejournal.com]

I usually stay away from her personal entries
but seriously this is so selfish,
so she doesn't feed her dogs because she is drinking tea - while I would get it if she said, they are not getting treats that soon after breakfast - it is just cruel to not feed the poor dogs on schedule (though we do have a weekend schedule, too, because none of us get up early on weekends)

And I really don't like the way she writes about her daughter
seriously where is the problem with saying hi to the kid and maybe sitting down in the kitchen while your kid has breakfast (if you ate already)
my mom is a teacher and was out of the house long before us, but for a while she still made us our lunch packets before and stuff - what the hell is the problem with leaving your work room for a moment ?

[kuzunoha.livejournal.com]

"What the hell is the problem with leaving your work room for a moment?"

... That would disrupt her writing chi... Or something of equal lame.

I understand being on a "roll" but... LKH doesn't seem to be able to do ANYTHING but write(and she can't even do that right). Fanboi husband seems to take care of everything domestic including her kid.

My Mom worked full time, went to school, and took care of us all on her own... And you know what? On snow days she made us pancakes in letter shapes spelling out our names. By no means am I saying that my brother and I didn't fend for ourselves quite often, but my Mother still found the time to do stupid pancake names with everything on her plate... LKH can't even be bothered to share a bowl of cereal with her daughter while working from her own home.

[ainjul.livejournal.com]

Christ this woman. I normally dont reply to blogs about her kid but this is insane. YOURE IN THE SAME HOUSE and you can't be bothered to pass the time of day with your kid? I feel like everything in her personal life is just a trophy, her way of keeping score with the "mundane/non-gawth/non-writer" people in her life. I dont know if it's her misguided concept of womans-lib that she can't even like her own kid anymore?

At least Jon likes the kid from all appearances.

[dreamstrifer.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I usually don't like ragging on her about Trinity, since we don't know the whole story, but to just leave a note for your kid to make herself cereal on a snow day? That's just cold.

[dreamstrifer.livejournal.com]

I agree whole heartedly. What's so sad about this is it's NOT hard to at least pretend she likes her kid or dogs. Two seconds, really. She's so ensconced in her make believe world that she's INGORING the things that REALLY MATTER. There's a time and a place where someone's too involved in their writing, and Laurell passed that long ago.

[lovefromgirl.livejournal.com]

I, um, make the distinction between flu and stomach bugs -- not because I'm pretentious like that, but because I'm emetophobic. Flu? Fine. Stomach involvement? Don't get near me, you leper.

I would love to see a car drifting to the ground sideways.

[dreamstrifer.livejournal.com]

We've always made the distinction, even when I was very young growing up.

I would like to se that too. Just looking out my window right now I crack up at the visual of a car drifting along with the snowflakes.

[cheeky-duckie.livejournal.com]

I confess that my boyfriend and I aren't really consistent with our cat hourly, but the cat knows that the second someone gets out of bed for the first time in the morning (be it 6AM or 10AM) there will be food in his bowl, and he lets you know if you forgot.

[dreamstrifer.livejournal.com]

Yeah, and it's not like you willingly put off feeding your animals for like, half an hour or however long it took Laurell to drink her damned cuppa.

[kd-lalala.livejournal.com]

*looks out her window at the exact same snow Laurell is seeing and eyes the car below on the driveway through the drifting snow* Snow drifting sideways....does not remind me of a CAR drifting sideways.

Screw you, lady, this is one of the times it's GOOD snow as in 'fun to play in' snow and not horrific skin shredding ice from the skies. Feed the dogs, make pancakes and take your kid sledding for God's sake.

[dreamstrifer.livejournal.com]

I see the exact same snow as Laurell as well, and dammit... what the hell Laurell? Makes you wonder what she laced her tea with.

[jeza-red.livejournal.com]

OOOhhhh. so when I was sick few years ago and I was having a fever, hurting all over, and coughing my lungs out... it wasn't a stomach flu?O_o Gosh, thanks for the insight Laurel! I wouldn't have know without you!

Seriously, maybe it's because in my country flu is flu, and stomach flu is stomach flu, and we just CAN'T mess it up... but hey, when my family in US got smothered with a stomach flu, they didn't mess it up either... my brain just can't wrap around it>_<

You got a freaking snow, hey, be happy, feed your dogs, talk to your kid and go outside to contemplate the beauty of the nature against your inner darkness...

[sandit.livejournal.com]

I don't call anything flu except the real thing. It's a preventative measure for "boy who cried wolf" syndrome, because dollars to donuts, if I called something I could take Pepto Bismol for "the flu"; I'd get spanked with the real thing in about 24 hours for sure.

And I feel bad for anyone who is that ill, don't get me wrong, flus can be life threatening illnesses, but how much can this actually mean to a couple who both work at home, and don't do anything besides sit around their house? I almost suspect from the mention of Darla's proofing that this is a set up for when the book comes out and Richard is discussing how much he loves being gay or Nathaniel's age is listed as 34 or Micah is talking about how hard it is to be a big and tall man. LKH can say, "Well, the proofing did happen the week Jon had the flu ... and not just a stomach flu either mind you ..."

[jeza-red.livejournal.com]

And you know what? it would be the first AB book I'd read in a looong timeXD
Imagine J.C. as a respected businessman and Asher as his secretary, Edward working hard as a government secret agent, and Belle being Anita's older, lost in the past, good twin sister... ah, imagine...

[nightangel486.livejournal.com]

Man, if it were my dogs, they'd be waking you up pestering you until they got fed. Same with my cats. My cats aren't on a feeding schedule, but they get some canned food as a "treat" in the mornings. So I don't really feel too bad if some days they get the treat late or, if we're out, not atall, since they have regular food. But how hard can it be just to give the dogs their food while you boil some damned water? I mean even I can take a few minutes to give my cats more food/water on my way out the door in the morning.

And how old is Trinity now? I can understand leaving a note for her if they were sleeping in, or not home, but she's right there! I mean sure, the kid's probably capable of fixing herself a bowl of cereal, but I hate to imagine how lonely that must be, waking up to find your mom has just scrawled you a note telling you to fix your own damn breakfast before going off to play with her imaginary friends.

[jeza-red.livejournal.com]

Sad, as you put it.
The weird thing is, I can't imagine someone working at home ON HER OWN GODDMANED SCHEDULE and not having time to feed the dogs or talk to your own kid! I was working at home for a year, and I managed to clean up the house, do the laundry for my family, and make dinner for them every damn day! And I was doing all that while hanging on the phone for 8 hours/day with one hand constantly on my laptop>____< And she can't find five goddmaned minutes to make a freaking bowl of cereal for her kid?!

[ladymuttly1.livejournal.com]

I have a dog and it takes approximately twenty seconds to shovel two large cups of drive food into a bowl.

[ladymuttly1.livejournal.com]

Edit: two large cups of dry food

[witchwillow.livejournal.com]

I like you.

I do not like LKH.

*gives you cookies*

Guess who wins?

From Hell's Ass to the very matter of fact 'It's a Snow Day. Cuddle your damn child!' - you are very. very. likeable.

Also? You spoke up for the dogs. The starving dogs. One of whom is blind.

*gives you more cookies*

[atypia.livejournal.com]

Flu = mega cold.
Stomach bug, or stomach virus = pukey.

I can't believe she had to explain what the flu was. What a freakbiscuit...

As usual, I feel terrible for Trinity and agree with the comments that we should adopt her. I hope her dad can somehow make up for her mother's obvious lacking.

And those poor doggies. Old, one is blind, and she's too busy having a drink to feed them?

I'd play with the dogs, feed them, wait for Trinity to get up, make yummy breakfast with her, then take them all outside to play in the snow.

God, she's a fucking bitch.