http://blogfloggery.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] blogfloggery.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] lkh_lashouts2014-01-09 05:31 am

Facebook flog - Jan 7 & 8 2013

Link: Jan 7 2014, 22:49
Disclaimer: This blog entry is verbatim, as originally posted on LKH's Facebook. Copyright belongs to Ma Petite Enterprises.

On the serious plus side - The house is not, repeat not, on fire.

We woke at 4:30AM to the fire alarm screaming through the house, so that was the first thought. It wasn't fire, so let's just take a moment to be happy for that. (A pause for the relieved happy.)

On the minus side - Water cascading down through the fire alarm fixture second floor entry way/stairway area. Apparently the water shorted out the fire alarms on two floors, because they were the easiest point for the water to find freedom. Water finds it's way down, it's what water does. Yes, the basement is also wet.

The three of us, Jon, myself, and our daughter, Trinity, have now cleaned up what we could. It's nice to have a kiddo old enough to be truly helpful in an emergency. Everybody else can complain about their teenagers, but young adult rocks! I think we do our kids a disservice, by not remembering that they are at an age that was considered adult for centuries. A plumber, that has been here before, will be coming later in the day. Apparently, we are far from the only burst pipe emergencies calling him in this cold. Yes, the water is turned off, and we've drained the pipes, saving what potable water we could.

The dogs have been fed and out in the snow, and back inside. They are on the couch with Jon. He's dealing with the adrenaline dump by playing a new video game. Trin has gone back to bed, apparently how she deals. I'm in my office writing this, because writing is what I do after the emergency is over. Writers write, it's what we do. It's how I process the world. We are all safe, warm, and a professional that can fix what's broken is coming. I'll likely do a longer blog about all of it, but right now, it's all good.

Jan 8 2013, 13:53

We have running water again! Yay! There are holes in the ceiling from the search for the leak, but it was finally chased down and fixed. I lost count of the times I tried to turn on water today, like when you lose electricity and keep turning on light switches to no avail. But we are warm, safe, and all the indoor plumbing works again, so alls well that ends well. In fact, I've been strangely peaceful today, because when the fire alarm woke us at 4:30AM this morning I so thought it was worse than just a busted pipe. I worked on Merry today, mostly thinking and making notes rather than actual pages, but considering we've had an insurance adjustor, carpet restoration company, moisture abatement company, and a plumber here today, I'm pretty pleased at how much I've accomplished.

Here's hoping that tonight and tomorrow are much less exciting. My husband, Jon, said, "Hell, to the yeah," at that last sentence. I'll second that.

[identity profile] dreamstrifer.livejournal.com 2014-01-08 07:33 pm (UTC)(link)
After all this time, I have absolutely no idea who her husband is. Think she might drop in a hint sometime soon?
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[identity profile] jeza-red.livejournal.com 2014-01-08 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Pipes burst, that's what they do. Water finds its way down, that's what it does. Writers write. Teenagers are helpful in emergencies. Words are my biznez. I am so hyped by the emergency that's over now I have to write. Short sentences. Are best. What. The. Hell. Is. She. On. About.

This she consider exciting? THIS? Oh goodness...

[identity profile] moonbeamdancer.livejournal.com 2014-01-08 08:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"SEE? Here's the proof of why the book is late!"

...

Makes me wonder if she bothered to get her house ready for winter at all, though you can do that and shit will still go wrong sometimes.

[identity profile] collectively.livejournal.com 2014-01-08 09:16 pm (UTC)(link)
The constant "Yes, ...." drives me nuts.

Yes, the basement is also wet. Yes, the water is turned off.

There are circumstances under which that could come off as something besides deeply condescending, but the way she seems to use it is not one of them.

[identity profile] mocha-latta.livejournal.com 2014-01-08 10:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Isn't Trinidy 19? It bothers me to no end that she talks about her like she's 9-13

[identity profile] a-sporking-rat.livejournal.com 2014-01-08 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)
My husband, Jon, said, "Hell, to the yeah,"

THAT COMMA IS SO AWKWARD THERE WHEN YOU SAY IT ALOUD UGGGH

eta: It's nice to have a kiddo old enough to be truly helpful in an emergency. Everybody else can complain about their teenagers, but young adult rocks! I think we do our kids a disservice, by not remembering that they are at an age that was considered adult for centuries.

SHE CAN'T EVEN TALK ABOUT PLUMBING WITHOUT GOING ALL 'LET ME GIVE YOU TOTALLY GREAT ADVICE THAT ONLY I KNOW' AUGH also this comment is so creepy when you consider she's the lady writing Anita with Cynric
Edited 2014-01-08 22:35 (UTC)
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[personal profile] lliira (from livejournal.com) 2014-01-09 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
Every time LKH says anything about Jon, I cringe in second-hand embarrassment for both of them.

[identity profile] cheeky-duckie.livejournal.com 2014-01-09 03:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay, I'm not the most succinct writer, but...

"A pipe burst last night and shorted out our fire alarms at 4:30 am -- all's well after the initial terror! We took care of everything, and had our water back within 24 hours. It put a dent in my writing, but at least I got some notes down."

Boom. I don't think I missed anything vital to this story.

[identity profile] suzycat.livejournal.com 2014-01-10 06:28 am (UTC)(link)
LKH was clearly so freaked out that she neglected to clarify who "Jon" is. I am so glad she remedied that in her second post.

[identity profile] ramlatch.livejournal.com 2014-01-10 08:45 am (UTC)(link)
The way she treats her twitter and facebook like a diary really makes me wonder just how deeply lonely and insecure she is. I feel really bad for her.