Words Are Hard, Part I

January 7, 2024January 7, 2024 ~ Leslie Lanagan ~ 1 Comment

Zac got me a box of writing prompts from Freewrite for Christmas, so I thought I’d leaf through them. At first I thought you weren’t supposed to do that, but on the first card, “How It Works,” it says that you don’t have to do them in any order; it’s not a pop quiz. Just find one that speaks to you. The prompt is actually a quote, and I’ll highlight it when I get there. I told you I was at the bottom of a ladder, but thanks to this box of cards, I have a solid few rungs in front of me. Like I said earlier, if I have enough fiction to start a separate blog for it, I probably will as not to mix up my entries. Right now, I’m just seeing if I like posting my exercises at all.

Rebecca Alexis Radnowski checked her watch.

12:20.

They were late.

She had already kissed Kermit for the last time, her angel baby…. her little -frog.- She could not, would not do it again- torture on both of them. There was nothing to do but wait for the taxi.

As she got into the back seat, she did not see the little boy in the window, creating his first memory. For years, the only thing Kermit knew about his mother was that she owned a long red coat and high black heels. However, Rebecca wouldn’t have known that. Couldn’t have known. There were more pressing matters at hand.

Gregory, Kermit’s father, and Leila, Gregory’s sister, had to step up to be parents in Rebecca’s stead, because someone had to know the plan. It was too intricate not to have someone know how to get in touch with her, because she wasn’t sure how long the assignment would last. Was it going to be three weeks or three months?

This was a trip in which she had to get her ducks in a row beforehand, because she might not come home from this one. Overthrowing a government can lead to……… issues, and thinking about what was about to happen took away the sting of everything she was leaving (as she lied to herself). She was at least making it look like she was running logistics in her head; anyone with eyes could see the little death happening.

The file tree detailing her current life was dropping away, and the new information became synonymous with her initials…. Compressed and password protected, at that. People had always joked she was a RAR file because she’d always been buttoned up…… and failed to see the humor in it. People with emotions were unpredictable, and there were few things she could abide in life less than surprises. So, it was no issue that when she laid it out for Gregory, said she’d been “approached” and wanted to go, all he could do was kiss her and say “good luck.” Gregory knew that while he and Kermit were important, this was fulfilling Rebecca’s life ambition. Besides, Kermit wasn’t even out of diapers. Rebecca wouldn’t miss much and Leila was great with him.

Later on, Beck would regret this choice from the depths of her being, because she gave up a relationship with her son. It was not three weeks or three months. She doesn’t know that right now, though.

Right now, she is annoyed.

The taxi has dropped her in front of Dulles at curb check-in, which should have made everything a hell of a lot easier….. or it would have been, had Karen not been in front of her in line. Having traveled for so many years, Beck had packed her stuff in one large suitcase (she wasn’t going to check anything, but realized she wanted her weighted blanket) and a duffel bag. Since the duffel was a little oversized, she thought she’d check that as well. She had a small messenger bag with her tablet, keyboard, and some Sudoku…. plus a couple pairs of underwear in case her luggage ended up in France. It had happened before.

The name of the game, Rebecca believed, was traveling with the least amount of stuff possible. Ask around about local brands, etc. because you can always pick up stuff in your AOA and not count it as part of your weight limit. She was a firm believer in buying shampoo, soap, and hair products in whatever country she was “visiting” and giving everything away on her last day there. That’s the one part of her life that she will never change- being addicted to products she cannot find in the US.

Because of Rebecca’s clear superiority in packing, Karen did not impress her. Karen’s bags were full of all the shit Rebecca has learned to leave at home, because she didn’t want her stuff to end up all over the ground like Karen’s is now….. taking stuff out one at a time so that she doesn’t have to pay overage fees (but also her husband is very powerful and DO YOU KNOW WHO HE IS?).

Rebecca wears a tight smile and thinks, “I could have you killed.”

She doesn’t mean it, of course. Just a little black humor to let off steam. Or, it would have been if she’d not just realized she’d actually said it out loud. As predicted- once her idiocy was confirmed- Karen turns to her and says something to the effect of “who the fuck do you think you are?” Rebecca thought it best not to answer that.

Rebecca is, in the popular vernacular, “the one who knocks.”

She redirects to try and de-escalate the situation. “I’m so sorry. I was just annoyed. Take your time.” Also as predicted, it does not work. Karen is in show mode….. “THE AUDACITY OF THIS BITCH….” Rebecca steps back and thinks to herself, “I had a meeting at the White House yesterday. Aren’t I important?” This time, she made sure she only said it to herself, knowing that Karen would never know she was making fun of herself. She had one job. Get through the airport.

It was going so well.

After that kerfuffle, Rebecca realized that she hadn’t even had time to drink a cup of coffee and checked her watch again. 1:00 PM, and the flight didn’t leave for an hour. Her bags were already dealt with (surprisingly without any real bloodshed). Time to find a coffee shop.

She saw a couple of places, but picked Starbucks because she knew it would be the last time she’d really get a boost of that magnitude. She walked in and gave them her standard order….. “just fuck me up.”

A quad shot red eye later, she was smelling numbers….. just like God intended. She set a timer on her watch for 30 minutes, and sunk into her favorite novel, “The Story of Edgar Sawtelle.” She often thought that she’d like to write fiction, and saw promise in David Wrobleski because it took him 10 years to write his first novel, which turned out to be a masterpiece. “In my next life…..” she thought. “I”m going to have to choose something else eventually. This job is for young people.”

Rebecca Alexis Radnowski is all of 28 years old.

She is not a complainer. She would rather die than complain about anything. But the hard truth is that intelligence is hard work. It’s less physically demanding than police or FBI, but that doesn’t mean that her knees aren’t 80. She tries to keep in shape by hitting the gym several times a week, but there’s only so much she can do to stop the passage of time. She was supposed to have rested three surgeries ago.

…..which is why when her alarm goes off, it takes her a second to get moving again. Transitions are so hard, and being autistic just makes it worse. Rebecca is not the kind of person that can walk into any room at any time without extensive preparation. For instance, if she has a meeting with a high value target to pump them for information on even higher value targets, she will stand in front of the doorway to the interrogation room for a few minutes and will herself to walk in.

It’s not that she’s not good at her job. She’s not good at transitions. She’s always gotten glowing reviews from her superiors, and God help the person behind the door. That doesn’t mean her life isn’t made hard by autism. It’s that she had to develop coping mechanisms….. both for when to emote……… and when to……. not.

This particular transition is actually getting on the plane. It is something she has prepared to do for weeks. Her husband and sister-in-law are cheering her on from home, excited for all she will be able to do for the people she’s trying to rescue……. deep in the wilds of Guatemala.

Editor’s Note:

CIA did try to overthrow the Guatemalan government in the 50s under Truman, so there is historical precedent. However, this piece takes place too late for that and is just a fictional example of something that could conceivably happen.

Because the environment of the airport and the environment of the plane are so different, Rebecca knew that she would need extra time to adjust. She didn’t need to go through security, and got on the plane as soon as they called for pre-board. The agent gave her a little guff, so she did something she never does. Ever.

She pulled rank.

No further explanation was necessary, as she knew would be the case. She loved that with the way she moved in the world, it was open to her. She also knew that it was not a skeleton key. That the rules still applied to her, but at the same time, needing extra time to board for autism was as valid as everything else. She always weighed options and tried to decide carefully if she was putting other people out with her power, or whether she was using it for good. After eight years, she still wasn’t sure. She just tried to be as humble as she could be given that she didn’t open doors, they opened for her. She didn’t just board early. The gate attendant gave her an upgrade.

Somehow, when your badge has three particular letters on it, people don’t see anything else. Rebecca is used to it by now, but it gets a bit tiresome. All of the fuss really only happens in airports, because no one at the airport knows where she works, but they do know someone must be powerful if they don’t have to go through security, and are allowed to keep their weapons.

Even with the special treatment, she can’t get to her seat fast enough. She needs quiet like air…… but an air hostess greets her and tells her that she loves her hair. It sets her off at first, and then she breathes deeply. Finally, something normal. Rebecca tells her that she just got it cut at this great little place in Burke, then offers to Air Drop her the contact info. When the air hostess replies to the message, she saves the number in her phone. It wouldn’t be bad to have an air hostess’s number in her back pocket given her LOW.

Shortly afterwards, the air hostess shows back up with a glass of champagne and a cup of orange juice. She says, “I know this is already free because you’re in first class, but I just wanted to do something nice for you.”

Her seat mate grumbled.

“Jesus. Who do I have to fuck to get service like that?”

The air hostess, looking embarrassed, says everything without opening her mouth. Rebecca has nothing to lose. “Are you going to treat all the air hostesses like that or do I have to cut off your nuts?” The knife in her boot started itching, craving a workout.

Her seatmate looked amused, but said nothing except “I could have you killed.” And then, it might have been an accident, but she thought he winked. Winked!

She looked down at her tray and wondered what all this was about. They hadn’t even taken off yet, and she’d managed to make two enemies already….. but he didn’t seem that scary. It looked like he knew she wanted to be scary, but was actually just three little girls in a trench coat. It was unnerving, but she couldn’t say that she didn’t like it. No one looked at her as innocent. Not anymore.

Her seatmate said, “I’m sorry. We should start over. I’m Robert McCall.” “I’m Susan Plummer,” Rebecca replied, catching the theme. Robert didn’t miss a trick.

“Good catch, Rebecca.”

All the color drained out of her face. Her real name wasn’t even on her Guatemalan passport. Tony had crafted it especially for her, and it was a gift. So perfect there weren’t reproductions like it anywhere in the world. Who WAS this man?

They were now climbing through the air, 50-100 miles from the ground, and Rebecca had never felt so unsafe. There was no going back, there was only through. Someone had gotten the jump on her, and she wasn’t even sure of that. Maybe “Robert” was part of her ground crew. She didn’t know every company employee ever.

Rebecca went back to the Sawtelle farm, unsure of what to say next. A few hours passed, and she looked up. Robert was asleep, and the rest of the plane was quiet…….. right up until it wasn’t.

Robert and Rebecca noticed it first. They had flown a left hand triangle twice with 2 minute legs, so they knew it was coming. There would be an announcement that there was total engine/comms failure, a signal to the tower that the plane’s behavior might be erratic.

When the announcement was made, the tin tube of misery became as quiet as a crypt. There was no yelling. It was not like a movie. Terror is quiet. In those moments, even the hair raising on your arm feels too loud. Rebecca wasn’t religious, but she was raised in the church, so she said the only words she remembered….. “Jesus loves the little children…. all the children of the world….” Tears started to fall as she thought of her sweet baby boy, her tiny -frog.- Robert’s tenor soothed her…. “red and yellow, black and white….. we are precious in his sight….” He did not finish. His own daughter, Kiambre, was three. He broke when he thought of that particular aisle he’d never walk.

As the plane went down, they both made a note. If we get out of this alive, we’re going to need supplies. There’s a lot of jungle near the airport, so I am sure we’ll have resources…. but what kind and how much will vary, as will the speed of our ex-fil if we do not die on impact.

For both Rebecca and Robert, this kind of “casing” is their normal….. and now they each know the other is fluent in this particular language. Or do they? Rebecca really doesn’t know. She thought she knew everyone in the office, and her team wouldn’t send her help unless she asked for it. Robert, for his part, does not mention how he knows what he knows…….. nor that he’s not CIA.

They sit there in silence, fingers touching just for human comfort, until the plane comes to rest between several trees. The air is dense, a hot and wet blanket as they exit the emergency hatch.

Because Rebecca is who she is, she thinks that not being at the scene is a good idea. Nothing like being caught in a camera sweep during film at 11 to ruin a perfectly good day. She’s about a half mile away from the plane when all her adrenaline runs out. She looks down.

She really should have rested three surgeries ago.

A softball-sized hematoma is growing on her knee. There is nothing left to do but sit down. She thought she had power in this situation, but the universe decided otherwise. She didn’t need to stay in the jungle all day, but she decided that a few minutes of rest wouldn’t hurt anything.

Robert’s curiosity got the best of him. He knew Rebecca was CIA. He knew that in her agency she was more powerful than he was. He knew he was sent to find her because his government needed her more than hers did. He decided to push his luck.

“Well, I’m not actually a doctor. I attended med school for a few semesters… I’m not so great at finishing things…. Looks like I’m your best bet in the middle of the jungle, though,” he said between enormous bites of banana.

Everything

January 7, 2024 ~ Leslie Lanagan ~ Leave a comment

What could you do differently?

My life would be a lot easier if I became a novelist. That way, at least I can blame blowback on my editor…. “no, that’s not you. My editor added those details in post.” If you’re a novelist, you probably just laughed.

I am sure there are quite a few “fictional” characters out there, but to be honest, I’m not that good at writing “voice” yet, so most of my characters in fiction tend to be me. However, I am a 46-year-old with female parts who doesn’t necessarily think “girl” in reference to herself, but it doesn’t bother me either way. Like, I could see transitioning, but I don’t feel passionate about it. I figured if I had a real, burning desire I would know it. For instance, being queer kicked in immediately. I knew what I wanted, and liked what I got. I figure that if I was trans, I would know it in the same way. But nonbinary as a label isn’t threatening. I’m just too lazy to care about pronouns. I’ll take them all. The reason I’m too lazy to care about pronouns is that I’ve been saying “she” all my life. If I can’t remember my pronouns, why should I expect that of someone else? I like things geared at younger people because I feel that in order to explain an adult idea to a child, you are most probably a better writer than I am. This is a lot of words to say that even though my characters are all me, it’s not always a problem because I’m a lot of people already.

I am testing my mettle in fiction, but not every day. I am taking it slowly because I have a tremendous idea, but I’m at the bottom of a staircase. It is akin to hearing the third movement of the Hummel Concerto when you have just been given your first Arban book. It’s something you want to play, but you’re not there yet.

It’s the same way with my alternate history. It’s big in scope and has the potential to be very popular, because lit about the food industry sells, as well as lit about spies. These two things are inextricably interrelated, two men in a platonic love story as in “The Courier.” They’re from the same world, but different countries. Therefore, they have different governments.

This is why when you see waitstaff and cooks playing assets in movies, that’s real. You can take that to the bank and cash it. CIA (and all intelligence agencies) want “the little gray man,” someone who will not be noticed in any way. Is there anyone less noticed in society than waitstaff? The service industry loves books about cooks and waitstaff who become spies, serial killers, homicidal maniacs, etc. because we’re all just trying to hold down the madness. Art that can express it is rare, which is why Anthony Bourdain is my patron saint. I have two of his prayer candles, because one wasn’t enough.

In terms of what I could do differently, I could review TV shows about kitchens and tell you what’s good and what’s not. However, I will not be doing that until I can turn down my sensitivity to those sounds. I lasted 10 minutes into “The Bear,” and not because I wasn’t interested in the story. It was the ticket machine. Just trigger, trigger, trigger.

So, now I’m just trying to reflect everything I take in. I played the intro/tutorial to Fallout 4 the other day, and I did not realize that my Vault 111 jumpsuit was not equipped and ran out into the street in my underwear. Despite that wardrobe malfunction, I can say that the intro is great. Terrifyingly great.

War. War never changes.

People keep telling me I’d love Starfield, too, but I haven’t gotten it because the full install is over 100GB, and I just don’t have that kind of storage space right now with Fallout 4 and Skyrim on an SSD. I have a mechanical hard drive that’s 6 TB, but it doesn’t work with my current computer as a game drive because only a 2.5 in drive will fit in the bay. That 6TB will have to be media, because I don’t think running games off a USB drive is the best thing ever. I’ve ordered a small screwdriver set so that I can open the case and add another drive, but originally that drive was going to be Ubuntu. Now that I’ve learned Windows 11 isn’t obnoxious (but I’d still kill for a .bat file that turned off all the upsell), I’ve realized that I can use the other drive for games as well, but I just don’t game enough to justify it right now. It will take me five years to finish Fallout 4 at this rate.

For me, doing something differently is using Windows 11 at all. I cannot tell you how much I hate OneDrive popping up to ask me if I want storage space, how likely I am to recommend Windows to a friend, and asking me if I want to buy Office like a random dick pic.

Meanwhile, I have all the open source applications I could ever want or need. LibreOffice is the love of my life. Seriously, I love it a WordPerfect amount. Microsoft Word has blown except in one instance. I liked the version on my Mac SE, which was probably version one.

Then, I thought WordPerfect was where it was at, and then it got Linux’ed. Microsoft bought out the market share, so you had to have Word. Still mad about it, but mostly because Corel bought WordPerfect and they didn’t even get enough interest to keep the product going. So, basically, LibreOffice has become the jack of all trades. You can change the user interface to look like whatever word processor you came from previously.

I have a version of The GIMP (Gnu Image Manipulation Program) called “GIMPshop,” which is basically just The GIMP with a .bat file for Windows that changes all the keyboard shortcuts to Adobe Photoshop. I could do things differently by becoming an expert on The GIMP instead, but I’ve slept since then and am taking the easy route.

If something you’d like to do differently is get good at editing photos, I highly recommend searching for “You Suck at Photoshop.” It’s a comedy tutorial where you learn layers, correction, etc. from a guy whose fiancée has just broken up with him and he’s a miserable train wreck. Very much “my kind of thing.”

In terms of doing audio differently, I really should think more about recording things, or just talking to the camera. I’ve done it before, but putting myself out there on video is sometimes difficult. My voice triggers me, and grief isn’t a straight line. However, over time it’s just become normal to be mute at home. It’s probably babying a wound, but at the same time, I talk plenty by writing. I’m not shutting anyone out. I am only asking them to switch to my preferred means of communication. I’m also not inflexible about that. “Preferred” doesn’t mean that I’m not capable of recognizing that I don’t always get what I want.

Speaking causes different kinds of grief. I don’t like grieving my mother when I am unprepared, and the fastest way is to hear her through talking. I don’t like grieving the woman who emotionally abused me when I’m unprepared for it, either, and the shortest way to get there is talking or singing. Especially in conversation with people I don’t know well, I fall back on tried and true stories. Some of them are her punchlines. I do it so naturally that I’ll get right up to the punchline before I realize what I’ve said and I have to keep going even though I have reached my breaking point….

So, what I could do differently is be more effusive about speaking. What I have noticed, though, is that in a digital society, we’re all moving in this direction. My sister and I both agree that the energy required for a phone call and the energy required for an e-mail are not the same. It does not diminish our want to connect, just the mode in which we do it.

Perhaps it’s generational, but not necessarily because the pandemic hit everyone in the same way. We all retreated to the quiet and safety of our homes and got used to writing a lot more than we did. Then, we found that we were just as productive at home as we were at the office, and isolated from each other even more. I know people who had coworkers they never met the entire pandemic- a couple that had never even heard the other’s voices and they’d been best friends for years.

I have said this before, but I’ll say it again. The pandemic silver lining was saving my ass. I didn’t have to prove to anyone anymore why I felt the way I felt about someone I’d never met in person, but had heard their voice and it charmed me even more.

But one thing I would have done differently is not made it a relationship where we’d never met in person. It was one of those things we were planning and then we both wigged each other out and it just didn’t happen. The best I got was “someday, perhaps.” If being busy is really all it is, she would have revisited the conversation. I didn’t, because her history is that when I bring up something more than once, I’m nagging her.

But, if I’d known then what I know now, I would have been on a plane the next day. I would have had that first conversation in person, because it was one that needed to be in person and we were stupid enough to believe that writing was enough. It is, if you already know the person. We only knew random factoids about each other and then both laid emotional guns on the table.

I would have gone to her long before that ever happened and said, “want to go for a walk?”

If I could do things differently, I would have said I was tired of feeling like she was wired in and I was somewhere off in the bathroom. She is the Chandler of my friends, but I needed to understand a little more nuance than that in order to be a good writer….. and I wouldn’t if I’d started in fiction. It’s only because we are real-life friends that it’s a problem.

If I could do things differently, I wish I could convince her that she doesn’t need to feel guilty about not replying. I’ve tried to convince her of that for years. I know that she will write back when she has time, and she doesn’t often have it. So, when I was angry about something, it actually worked in both of our favors to let it lie for a bit. Neither one of us are very good at that. Both adept writers, with epees for pens.

All of that being said, I couldn’t make a fictional character out of her, but someone else could. The way I write, she’s more beautiful just as she is.

Which is why I don’t do things differently.

You May Be Entitled to Compensation…. Probably

January 6, 2024 ~ Leslie Lanagan ~ 2 Comments

If you had a freeway billboard, what would it say?

Let’s be clear. I don’t have baggage or drama to heap on someone else because I deal with all that stuff here. I don’t have to rely on my friends to help me know how I feel about a situation and how I’m going to react. So, the reason I say that my billboard should be “you may be entitled to compensation” is that I am so independent that it’s hard to pin me down….. get your mind out of the gutter (I know you won’t, you’re Fanagans. You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t swear like a sailor or wish you could).

OMG. OMG. I am so wrong. Why didn’t I think of this before?

My Blog Makes Me Sound Like a Dick…. theantileslie.com

I will never not keep repeating that phrase, because when my friend popped off and said it she had no idea what she was unleashing. I had already been mad at her for years because she was poly and I wasn’t the person(s) she was dating in addition to being married. However, we met on OK Cupid, when I saw her profile and just said, “I’m not sure that I even want a date, but I’m new to the area and would like more friends. Would you like to get together? Bring your wife if you want. It’s just easy.”

So, we did meet up and her wife did come. It was there that I made the mistake of a lifetime, because it made her wife not like me for the rest of our relationship. I hugged her. She’s really hardcore about consent and being a Texan, I walked right into that trap. Betcha Brené, Matt, Renee, and Beyoncé have done the same ass thing. We all grew up in the same state, the same areas, so I’m betting that piece of history/future is solid. It’s a mistake you don’t stop making, because Southern politeness sticks in your bones. Someone who doesn’t hug people politely is going to be creeped out, and in effect, that’s what happened.

I became a stand-in for all the other women she didn’t like, because my friend was dating and her wife wasn’t (not a thing, her own choice). That being said, even I raised my eyebrows at how much my friend was going out because I was like WTF? You just had twins? So, in any case, I was actually on her wife’s side the whole time, but she wouldn’t have taken the time to get to know me.

I told her that I was from Portland, she said it smelled like pee. So does every major city in America, fuck off. It was just a dig at me, and I knew it. But basically, my friend was getting around and leaving her wife on baby duty all the fucking time, so of course her wife resented her and everything that came with her. I saw it in 15 minutes, and I stayed, anyway, because the friend was actually cool……. right up until she told me that my blog made me sound like a dick and I should have been nicer to the woman that ripped my heart out and served it to me. Again, fuck off.

I never want to see her again if I can help it, because she became a train wreck in her own life and dared criticize me. This was not constructive. She has the right to think what she thinks and say what she says. She does not have the right to control my reaction, which was to say that she had no business being friends with a blogger and I was tired of her shit all the way around, anyway.

It was too much when I only wanted to be friends with both women and their twins. I noped out pretty fast when I saw I had an out. We could be done with each other, and I needed it.

If you want to criticize me, please do. I love criticism. However, if it is mean-spirited, I’ll shut down. There’s a way to say “I think you’re wrong about this” without emotionally destroying each other….. but make no mistake. I promise that you will never meet a writer who doesn’t love verbal combat, so take that warning seriously. I won’t start a fight, but I’ll end it. I know this about myself, and that I say things that can’t be taken back. So I would rather focus on not making myself angry. I did that by stopping caring about a lot of shit, like other people’s feelings about my writing that get frustrated and say something that I’ve remembered for YEARS.

It’s funny now…. but, “your blog makes you sound like a dick” when my girlfriend had just broken up with me a few days before was egregious. OF COURSE I WAS FUCKING FURIOUS. WHO DO YOU THINK I AM? I am not made of stone. I was lucky in that I had another beautiful woman to catch me, and I leaned into that, instead. So, for all practical intents and purposes, I broke up with my friend and my girlfriend simultaneously. The friend hurt worse because Sam and I had only been together for three weeks.

I deserved the right to have my own feelings about that relationship ending, and for someone to say that there should have been rhyme and reason to what I think about a breakup after what seemed like 15 minutes is insane. She wanted me to post more recipes and shit, as if that’s going to attract anyone.

If I started putting recipes at the bottom of my blog entries, that might be interesting. You wouldn’t have to read any less, it just wouldn’t be about Kayden, Kory, Kerry, and Kayleigh.

But the bottom line is that I had to make hard decisions in my life about what I will tolerate, because I am not a person that can click long-term with just anyone. I can talk to anyone in the world about anything for a few minutes, but it takes a miracle to spend time with me day in and day out without wanting to stab yourself with a fork. I know this because I drive me crazy all the time and I don’t want to be with me every single day, either, but here we are.

The piece de resistance was when I decided that Supergrover could either give up her “this is threatening” shit and work with me on what I could say and what I couldn’t, or she could get out of my way. I wasn’t going to tank my career for her, but I would have. What I did not know were ironclad boundaries to stick to before I started writing in the first place. I know a few things that would identify her to the public, but not enough.

I told her I would never give her editorial control, but that doesn’t mean that we don’t need to get our story straight. It’s not fun for me to think that she thinks I’m making things up as I go along. If there were plot points or character exploration that needed to be done, that’s on both of us, not just me. I am not blogging her story. If I did, she’d probably begrudgingly read it. It’s not that I want to write a story about her. I’m writing a story about me, and she happens to be involved through a strange set of circumstances, but not because she’s a hotshot. That part is the least impressive thing about her because it’s code for “I’m exhausted every minute of every fucking day.”

No, with Supergrover, who is my beautiful girl, there was only empathy for her struggles and an ache that I couldn’t fix it for her. We don’t do the same job, we aren’t even really in the same city anymore. That doesn’t mean my heart doesn’t go out to her.

I hope that when she’s screaming down 66 at some point, there will be a sign telling her all is well.

Because it would be a better sign to say “my blog makes me sound like a dick, and you may be entitled to compensation.”

SG, I love you out loud. I hope that covers punitive damages.

They’re Already Doing It

January 4, 2024January 4, 2024 ~ Leslie Lanagan ~ 2 Comments

What is the greatest gift someone could give you?

Because I’m a line cook and a writer, I know the value of a dollar. If you’re going to be a writer and do manual labor, the kitchen is a viable option. Bourdain was onto something, this writing about the kitchen.

It gave me a place to go after my shift that a drink never did. Because even if I switched to Diet Coke or N/A beer, cooking is hard fucking work. I don’t need to be up all night losing rest I’m going to need in the morning for something as trivial as having beers. It’s a great thing once in a while, but not every night. In order to sleep, I need to wind down. I cannot have the endless cycle of “go out at three, wake up at 10, go out to eat, then do it again.”

I’d come home between 9:00p and 12:00a, depending on whether I was closing or not (I usually was). I liked working lunch the most, because first of all, few people do. The restaurant is not as busy, therefore the cooks stand around more of the time and the waitstaff complains because the tips aren’t as good. But “standing around” does not mean “lazy.” No, what I mean by “standing around” is that there are no orders coming in. When no orders are coming in, that’s when we are actually able to get things done. For me, “slow” meant cleaning and organizing. Moving things out of the way to deep clean in places that don’t normally get touched, etc.

I could have phrased it better when I said “lazy,” because what I meant is that it’s akin to being a stay at home mom. Just because the kids are sleeping doesn’t mean that you can “sleep while the baby sleeps” all the time. Pretty sure that when the baby sleeps is the only time you have to clean the kitchen. And yes, I have just compared customers to babies, because sometimes, that’s what we do….. babysit.

In a restaurant, I have no problem with “I don’t like the food.” I will remake it a hundred times until you’re satisfied. What I will not do is have you treat my waitstaff like shit to make it happen. There’s an epidemic, and Karen and Chad are driving it. I know it makes you feel powerful to dress down a waiter, because they’re paid to be nice to you and it feels good to beat up on someone that probably won’t “hit back” when you’re rude to them.

That does not mean you were not rude. It means that no one called you on it because they were dependent on your tip. The customer is not always right. They’re always right when they don’t like the food. They’re always wrong when they think that ad hominem attacks are going to make it arrive faster or taste better.

Most of the ire you have is actually at the kitchen, and I know you’re not going to come argue with us. You’ve seen “The Bear.” Line cooks are a unique breed, both fiercely proud and protective of the food if they’re a “lifer.” By protective of the food, we know when something is right and when you missed something on the menu. A waiter will not tell you that if you looked at the menu, you would have seen it was topped with capers, or whatever the fuck it is that you don’t like. All it took was a little more reading, and you think the problem is your waitress.

And then there are the women that won’t tip you because you “flirted with their husbands.” That’s not happened to me, but it’s happened to my friends (I worked front of house in college). In fact, there are a thousand ways a customer will try to make you feel bad for not comping something, not giving them free something, not telling them there’s no free refills when it says it twice on the menu….. or worse, using your children.

If there are free refills on the kids’ drinks and not the adults, you can bet little Timmy is going to “drink nine Cokes.” If there is a corkage fee, some customers don’t know what that is. Fine. No problem. But if you bring your own wine and complain that we wanted three dollars for you to open it, that’s three dollars for the privilege of not buying wine from us. It is not worth destroying someone’s self esteem, and it generally happens to all waitstaff multiple times a day. Working with the public has become a nightmare because of the epidemic of entitlement.

The hard truth is that you don’t listen to waitstaff when they go on social media and tell people about the things others say to express all this, and it has spread. Do you think doctors and teachers like working with Chad and Karen, either?

Karen and Chad have seen all the drug commercials. Hire them at a clinic while they still know everything……… #eyeroll I dated a school counselor for a while, and she said that in the history of parents’ conferences (majority white school), she’d never had a kid who’d ever done anything wrong………

My mother, who worked in a majority black school, did not have this problem.

So, the biggest thing my friends do for me is twofold. The first is that they don’t treat me as lesser than because I want to focus on writing. And in fact, they take it seriously. They don’t see it as “just this little thing I do,” they’re seeing that I’m becoming more popular and they’re about to have to hang on for the ride. I am more than the sum of my parts, and I’m beginning to show it to myself by believing my friends when they say I’m an incredible writer. Until now, I haven’t even given them that. I did not have the confidence to believe that I could be a popular writer, so even when I became one with my last blog, I didn’t believe it.

My sister-in-law ripped me a new asshole for writing something in which I’d actually locked it down so that only seven people read it, and it felt just like being ripped a new one by a customer…. and I reacted the same way. I folded into myself and stopped writing for four years.

I kick myself every day that I stopped, but it turned out that I was in the wrong family, not that I was doing the wrong thing. I’d already chosen what I was going to do and they didn’t like it, with the exception of Dana, but that support waned as I actually became a writer instead of just saying I was going to do it.

I wasn’t posting every single day. I wasn’t marketing myself because I didn’t believe in it (if people are going to show up, it’s because you’re sharing, not because I’m so full of myself…..). But what I didn’t realize is that writing is a business. If I want to be successful, I have to market myself. I don’t know how to do that with a blog, but I know I made some headway on SoundCloud, so that’s a distinct possibility for the future.

I eventually want to start Lanagan Media Group, but that will come later, when I actually need content creators under me to support what I’m doing. For instance, I am glad that Bryn has offered to record my entries, but I don’t have server space for her to store the files. I also don’t really want her to work for free, as it will be taxing (I write long essays to be recording them with ease and speed).

But that’s not all- I’m into a million different things, but I’m not a subject matter expert on anything. I’m not even a subject matter expert in my special interest because ADHD makes it where I can only read for a certain amount of time when it’s dry and boring. I will get the information down, but I won’t do with with speed or ease. 😉

For instance, I love science fiction, but I wouldn’t be the one to write blog entries or do podcasts on it. I could be a guest and shoot the shit about Doctor Who, but I am not the stereotypical fan who can tell you what Rassilon was wearing in his first appearance, which was probably 30-40 years ago (I don’t remember, he’s just an example)…. and that’s the level of detail I’d want to have if I was tapping directly into the fandom.

I’m going to kick another fandom’s beehive with my first novel, so I’m saving up any credit I have as a writer for that. It’s real and it’s deep, but it’s not fan fiction. You’ll just have to wait and see. The clues are all here, but I’m betting that only Dana would be able to tell you the entire storyline blind. That’s because she told me a fact that laid out the entire story for me.

Believe it or not, being waitstaff and line cooks are a central part of the novel…. which is why this one fact really ties the book together, does it not? It would make more sense if I could tell you what that fact was, but it’s a central plot point, so I cannot give it away. I can just talk around it…. so, don’t push me. There’s a drink here, man.

The kind of company I want is kind of like Nerdist and kind of like Linus Media Group. Nerdist got into podcasts, LMG is YouTube.

There are so many things I could monetize with either of those things, particularly on YouTube, because the research on autistic women is so muddled. Right now, I can only talk about my own experience with self-diagnosis (which is seen as valid because even most doctors don’t know the intricacies of how female neurodivergence presents). Plus, one of my friends brought up a good point- we’ve never been diagnosed, we’ve just been dealing with it our whole lives. What’s a diagnosis going to change? With autism, this is a very valid point, because if you get an official diagnosis, your life may or may not change the direction of your life. It’s a hard row to hoe.

I just have too many symptoms to ignore it, and coupled with my ADHD, it has been debilitating. I do not have the logical kind of autism, and by that I mean those that understand programming and other kinds of STEM to a savant level. No, I’m one of those people who is always lost in their own little world.

What I mean by the people around me already doing the most important thing is by saying “it’s ok for you to be who you are. We like all of it.” Whether I’m cooking or writing or staring off into space, that love is secure. What I cannot do is convince people that I will always have disabilities, because they are not completely obvious. Even my CP isn’t that obvious unless you know me really well.

I am starting to feel that everything is connected now that I’ve met another autistic person who also has CP. He works in a day center as a counselor, and he pegged me down to the way I walk. It was scary, because my life changed in a nanosecond. Then, I looked up stereopsis, and that’s a symptom of CP, too.

It’s hard being a very specialized person in a world that wants you to be a worker bee. But I’m figuring out what I can do, and gravitating toward it.

I can cook.
I can write.
I can be nice to servers when they’re on someone else’s line.

That’s enough for me in this life, because the writing trumps everything else. I could not live life as fully as I can right now without being able to look back over the year and see what’s been good for me and what hasn’t.

I don’t know that you’re aware of it, but I had a 60 day streak, took off one day, and now I’m on a 70 day streak. I thought I’d take a day off today, but then I realized it was “Bloguary” and it can’t be this month. But we’ll see.

I’ll think about it while I’m cooking. The love coming at me flows into my food, because I feel secure in everything when I feel secure in love. It’s the greatest gift I’ve ever been given.

Again, I have been invited to be on “The Dark Room” podcast. However, we are still confirming everything. I will post as soon as I’m sure of the date so that you can look out for it as soon as it drops. It’s a pleasure just to be nominated. I have no idea what they want to talk to me about, but it doesn’t matter. I have an answer to every question. It may not be the question that you asked, however……….

I Love College

January 3, 2024January 3, 2024 ~ Leslie Lanagan ~ Leave a comment

What colleges have you attended?

Don't even bounce...
Not in my house. 
Better hope you make it...
Otherwise you naked.
I am champion at beer pong.... 
Allen Iverson, Hakeem Olajuwon....

While this is my favorite verse of “I Love College” by Asher Roth (Houston represent), I cannot say that I’ve ever been to a wild party like that. I may have gone to some things that came close to frat-level foolishness, but we learned a lot while we were building communities.

The thing is, though, I became an adult before my time. I got married too young and didn’t handle it well. I shouldn’t have left University of Houston, and it’s been so long now that I just have to hope that now they don’t matter. Of course they do, but I’m a jack of all trades and most people who work with computers have a mixed bag of certifications, and a Bachelor’s may or may not be one of them. This is changing, perhaps, but I don’t think so. What I knew 10 years ago, people also knew 40 years ago. The information changes too fast for it to be published in books.

If you’re going to study computers in school, you need something like a language that doesn’t change. Object-oriented programming has the same concepts no matter the syntax. However, if you are the person in charge of taking care of every device in the department, you will not learn a single thing in school that you wouldn’t pick up in a week on the job. That’s because you’re dealing with problems with:

Apple MacOS
Windows
Ubuntu
Red Hat (sorry, Fedora….. old habits die hard…)
Android for phones
Android for tablets
Android for Galaxy Wear
Apple iOS for iPhone
Apple iOS for iPad
Apple iOS for Apple Watch

And if you’re a system administrator, you probably have to deal with even more operating systems than that. Maybe not now, but in 1999 I also had an account on our VMS/VAX machine, and flirted with Solaris (it doesn’t look much different from Red Hat or Debian back then).

Now, how likely are you to read about those things in a textbook when you need the information RIGHT THE FUCK NOW because Professor So and So is going to blow a gasket if she can’t receive e-mail on her phone for 30 seconds. Meanwhile, I’m Irish. I’ll deal with something being wrong the rest of my life. Probably why I have so many devices. I don’t put up with their crap. I have an extra to use when I have to blow away the whole thing and start over because such and such app has hosed such and such setting.

Knowing how to do all that is something I learned in college, but because I worked full time for the IT department while I was a student. It was a tremendous load for a person with AuDHD, and I did not last long in that position. When I got to DC in 2001, I collapsed for a few weeks while Kathleen got settled at the office and I took care of all the house stuff. Then, later, when I was supposed to start at George Mason, she told me that she couldn’t pay my tuition anymore. I understood, but it didn’t make me happy because I’d already paid her rent for a couple of years at that point…… because she was a student, and I had a job.

I never should have ended up with her to begin with, and the red flags that I should have seen were because I was her boss for three months. She was just a summer hire, so my boss didn’t worry that we were together. She wasn’t there all the time, I was.

Now, I’ve worked for my stepmother for an extended period of time, and then I wanted to be a line cook and my wife was the perfect teacher. Both of those experiences have told me that Kathleen’s behavior while I was her boss was just egregious and I should have fired her on the spot, because in that moment (not all the time, just when push came to shove IN MY OFFICE) I was the boss. Objectively. What I had that Kathleen did not was a willingness to recognize that she was not at the top of the food chain because she acted like she had my authority…. to me.

When most of my life, I’ve been calling my stepmother “Doctor” and my ex-wife “Chef.”

I didn’t have Kathleen fired, I was relieved when I found out we were moving and that would be the end of the line for me trying to manage the unmanageable. I know how to be on and off the clock. Most adults do……..

All of this being said, I did go to between four and six years of classes, because I went part time at one point. I really only have a few classes to finish up my junior year, and then I’m onto the last stretch. The problem with that is that I’ve already taken everything I liked.

I got an F in Intro to Poetry because I had a full-time job during summer school. So, I wrote two outstanding papers and had an A+ in the class, but my professor failed me anyway because I didn’t show up three times. I was at work- what could I say? If I had known you couldn’t miss three days in a semester if you had perfect grades, I wouldn’t have done it. It just never occurred to me that it was something that could happen, but I don’t do well with injustice and I think this is it. I know I’m not a poet, but I at least understand it well enough to write about it, even if I don’t use the form myself.

I’m starting to learn what I’m going to do in this one wild and precious life, and word is beginning to spread. I’ve been invited to be a guest on “The Dark Room Podcast,” and here’s the thing that really made me sit up a little straighter…… they don’t really know me. They know my work. Apparently, I am interesting enough to be a podcast guest now…. or maybe I always have been, I just didn’t realize it.

Maybe I should have gone to Georgetown.

Bethesda-ing Up a Mountain

January 2, 2024January 2, 2024 ~ Leslie Lanagan ~ Leave a comment

Do you play in your daily life? What says “playtime” to you?

I do not like the WordPress editor and how it handles images, but I thought that since I’ve written about Skyrim before (recently- the blog prompts tend to repeat), then I’d add screenshots to this one. Some of them are just pretty; some are intended to be dark enough to use as a desktop background (like the entrance to the Thieves Guild). Skyrim is a wonderful place for walking around and “taking pictures,” especially with a mod called “immersive HUD,” so you can turn off your heads up display if you want an uninterrupted screenshot of something. But let’s start with something simple…… a picture of me. 😉

“I’m” wearing what’s called “Stahlrim” armor, and in Skyrim, Stahlrim is an ancient enchanted ice that’s harder than steel. My arrows are made of dragon bone, and coupled with a dragon bone bow, I’m fairly unstoppable. Shortly after “this picture was taken,” though, I started playing a mage-type character, because honestly the relighting mod I used makes it where when it gets dark, it is piss your pants dark…. not Bethesda dark.

I also took off my ranger hood for the photo, but it’s got an enchantment on it that gives me a circle of light. It’s nice because I don’t have to keep casting a candlelight or mage light spell (candlelight puts a ball of light over your shoulder that travels with you, magelight you point the spell and a ball of light sticks where you put it). Both of my hands are free for destruction or conjuration spells. I prefer conjuration because it’s more fun to watch other people fight than it is to fight myself, and casting Dremora Lords or Storm Atronachs will clear out a tomb in a hurry….. and that’s all Skyrim really is….. cleaning out tombs and Bethesda-ing up a mountain.

That term comes from a redditor whose name I now forget, but it’s basically a universal idea among Elder Scrolls/Fallout fans. Basically, if you just work the controller enough, you’ll be able to climb mountains you aren’t actually supposed to be able to climb. Failing that, you can buy a horse that somehow defies the laws of physics (at least in Fallout: New Vegas, anyway). They can Bethesda up a mountain faster than you can. My horse in Skyrim, Shadowmere (yes, I am leader of The Dark Brotherhood), is my traveling house just like I used to keep everything in my car. But that’s what your horse is for- carrying all the crap you just don’t want to manage. But truly, where a horse comes in handy is when “you can’t get there from here.”

Oh, my sweet summer child.

Very few places in Skyrim is this true if you have a horse or a wooden plate. I can’t explain the wooden plate glitch because I’ve never used it, but It is a Thing. Apparently if you hold it, you can glitch through textures. Now that I have discovered sprinting and destruction/conjuration magic, I’m ditching my gear and the horse at home. I can even leave all my weapons now, if I didn’t want to carry them. I’ve found that conjuration plus a bound bow or sword is sufficient. Especially if you enchant your armor and jewelry to make you better at archery, “bound bow” is one of the most powerful spells in the game. You can also equip any arrow that you want, so I generally use frost or shock, because I can’t enchant a bow that comes from Oblivion and goes back there when I’m not using it.

There’s only two things to remember with “bound bow.” The first is that when you cast it, you’ll lose whatever is in your opposite hand, whether it’s a spell or an item, because of course a bow and arrows are a two handed weapon. However, if you just retract the weapon, you’ll go back to having what was in your hands before. This is good to know when your bow is still going strong, but you need to cast more destruction/conjuration.

I’m late enough in the game that I can take down a Frost Troll all by myself with just this one spell, because the base damage on all my spells is high before the archery enchantments on my armor.

But if I have a favorite weapon in terms of looks, it’s the Nordic series. I love the Nordic Carved Armor, and all the weapons that come with it. In fact, nearly every display in my player homes that has two swords and a shield end up being Nordic because I can’t think of anything prettier to do with them. 😛

I’ve played this game so many times that I’ve memorized most of the quest lines, and it’s still fun because maybe you’re not playing the way you normally do. For me, playing against type would be being armed to the teeth with either an enchanted greatsword or warhammer, because I don’t like two-handed weapons except for the bow. I’ve gotten more handy with a sword over the years, but most of the reason I carry one is that there are a few dungeons where you have to cut down boards to get through and I’ve been there. I’ve been the one standing in front of a nest of frostbite spiders or whatever and no sword to cut through the webbing, or three loosely placed pieces of wood that are supposed to indicate “maybe we shouldn’t go this way.”

I don’t know whether a bound sword would do it or not- probably would, but I haven’t had time to try it. If it does, I’m not carrying swords anymore, either, because with melee attacks I tend to switch to two daggers/war axes than a sword and shield. That’s because I can craft legendary daggers that will have twice the stopping power of a sword alone. And now, that would be true with or without enchantments, because the base damage on a legendary weapon is going to be a lot whether you enchant it or not.

Here’s the thing we don’t talk about when we talk about enchanting……… you can make better weapons than any of the ones you find in the game, which means that you’ll love collecting them; you won’t ever use them. Chillrend has been in my basement for months. So has Bloodskaal Blade (my favorite when I do have to use a two-handed weapon). But when you compare that to having the two enchantments per item perk, the most iconic weapons in the game cannot stand up to them. Last night I one-shot killed a Draugr Death Lord, which will not be impressive to anyone who hasn’t played the game, but it illustrates my point. I created a weapon so powerful that it downed one of the toughest villains in the game with haste. I like it that way, many people don’t.

I don’t play Skyrim for the combat, and a lot of people do. I like to be so overpowered that I don’t have to focus on it- every fight is done quickly and I can move on to picking flowers or whatever the shit the kids and Serana have me doing. 😉 I have Silverstead Mine and Hearthfire adoptions, so with the Serana Dialogue Overhaul, she becomes marriageable. With Hearthfire adoptions, we have four kids, not two. There may be room for more- I think there are six kids’ beds at Silverstead, the only problem being that unless you obtain an equally large player home, no one is moving. Good luck. God bless.

I also love Haafinger Hall, and use it when I want to avoid the kids (I’m not an avoidant person when it comes to children- you just haven’t met the kids in Skyrim………) You really have to have the kids for a while before they become interesting. Like, at first they don’t say much. Yesterday, Sophie told me she’d adopted a fox. Can we keep him? Of course. When they’re tamed, they look like chihuahuas.

It hasn’t happened in this playthrough, but when we lived at Haafinger Hall, we had a fish hatchery off the back deck. I come home one night and there is a slaughterfish flapping around on the steps and my son asking if we can keep it. I thought, “son…. I’m not sure you know how keeping fish as pets works.” Trust me, of all the pets your Skyrim kids can bring home, the fox is the least annoying.

I know there are stray dogs all over Skyrim, but I’ve never adopted one. Therefore, my Bethesda connection in all of this is that I named the fox “Dogmeat.” (For non-Bethesda people, Dogmeat is the name of your companion if you adopt him in the Scrapyard in Fallout 3. Pro tip: get the Puppies! Perk as soon as you can, because I have never seen a grown woman cry harder than watching me see my dog die during combat. The Puppies! Perk will ensure that if Dogmeat dies, there will be another dog waiting for you at Vault 101). ALSO, UNLIKE LYDIA, DOGMEAT HAS NEVER GOTTEN ME KILLED.

Lydia.

One of the most storied characters in video games because absolutely no one knows what to do with her. She can’t sneak for shit, so if there are any enemies around, they’re going to know we’re there immediately…. because she’ll run out into the middle of the room and announce our presence like fuckin’ “LLEEEEEEEERRRRRRROOOOOYYYYYYY JENNNNKKKKINNS!!!” She’s also terribly helpful. If you need to go through a door, she’s blocking it. If she’s having trouble fighting a villain, good luck getting a clear shot. In the Skyrim early game, you only have one challenge…… getting Lydia to move out of the way.

But now that Serana and I are companions, I don’t use Lydia that much. Serana uses magic, but I also give her a legendary enchanted dagger for melee. Lydia will probably become my housecarl in either Morthal or Falkreath, because I think those are the two homes where you can dismiss followers to be stewards. In my case, this means “watch my kids while I go off and save the world……. again.” I hate the thought of adventuring with Serana and leaving Lydia at home, but I can think of 50 followers I’d like to have in Skyrim and Lydia is simply not on the list.

I have Amazing Follower Tweaks installed, so I could have 30 followers if I wanted. Therefore, this time, it’s really not me. It’s Lydia.

It’s what I’m thinking about as I’m Bethesda-ing up the mountain.

The Devil is in the Details

January 1, 2024January 2, 2024 ~ Leslie Lanagan ~ Leave a comment

Daily writing prompt

What are your biggest challenges?

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Being autistic makes me naturally come across as demanding, when I am not demanding anything but the truth all the time; it is how I take in the world. If you bullshit me, it takes me a long time to regain trust. Therefore, I spend a lot of time being in anxiety about the situation, and it’s something I just don’t want to do anymore.

My biggest weakness in life is Supergrover, and it sounds romantic and yet it’s not. When she refused me as a partner, it didn’t mean that she refused me or cared about me any less. The feeling is mutual, most definitely. I don’t know how to turn it off after 10 years, and the only reason I bothered chasing her down (virtually), is because I wanted whatever our relationship grew into, not what it was in the moment.

In the moment, we were always hotheaded and angry, without exception, because that’s what an anxious/avoidant attachment does. It is not personal, ever. If someone is being avoidant and you need information to function in the relationship (and you do, always), then the relationship cannot proceed because it can’t. The tautology is real. True intimacy is by sharing information, not by hiding it. Saying we were fine was okay with me, but not after years and years. Something about it didn’t feel authentic, and I couldn’t fix it. But there were genuine moments, clearly, or she would be off my radar.

I’ll always keep the promises I made to the best of my ability, which is why it’s so hard for us both to make room for each other. My blog is a threat, objectively, and I understand that. But in order to describe what is happening with me, some information is necessary. I can use little things to talk about big things….. because the little things are the things that mean the most, not what is impressive.

In the future, for the readers I haven’t met yet, if you can’t understand that I’m a writer and try constantly to take it away from me because you think it’s a threat, then I don’t have time for you- not that you aren’t valuable and special, but it takes a lot out of me to write and this is what I do. If you don’t like this, you don’t like me on a very fundamental level. And I don’t need those friends.

I’m not going to stand for anyone having a problem with my writing, because I’m going to do it whether you’re in my life or not. It’s what I have when I feel the most unwanted- I can entertain myself by putting myself out there to strangers when you don’t want to talk. If you won’t listen, someone else will. And that’s all I’m asking. That this blog is my way of coping with life, and I learn more about myself than when I am in conversation, and it drove me to write six books’ worth of my journey as it was happening, not reviewing everything when it’s long in the past. Here’s the thing that’s most important about being a writer: you learn intimately that patterns repeat and there are no real surprises in life if you take that attitude.

If people are avoidant about bad things, they’ll be avoidant about good things, too. The person that won’t open up at work probably has trouble opening up to people they like as well. It’s never personal, it’s how they operate. A person like that in a relationship where the other person spills their guts is going to irritate the fuck out them, no matter whether it’s me or anyone else……

because patterns repeat and if you don’t change the dynamic, you’ll get stuck. It’s how the most people connect instantly and come off the rails over time. If you have trouble believing this is true, think about how many women leave their husbands because they work all the time, never share anything, and shut down when there’s a problem. It’s not anything personal to them, it’s how they operate. If they’ve caused damage to other people in their lives, they are 100% going to cause damage to you. I don’t look at it like “everyone is out to get you.” I look at it like “everyone has their own issues and how they respond is none of my business.”

For all people, the way they respond to my writing is important. What I have found over time is that everyone loves my writing as long as it’s about people they don’t know. For 99.9% of the world, this is true. But if you stop liking the mirror I hold up once I’m writing about you, then it was never about supporting me. It was always about adoring me and then discarding because they just can’t handle it. I didn’t leave those people behind, I grew past them.

I don’t go around picking people to write about because I don’t have to. All my friends are interesting enough to be characters in fiction. I don’t even make them a real person unless they’re close enough to me to warrant writing about them in the first place.

If you love the good and praise it often, and don’t like the bad and kick me in the nuts over it, then it shows that you’re not in it for the long haul. It’s really that simple. I will never kick anyone, because I am doing two things that they’re ignoring.

I have never found all the bad in someone without finding the good, but it may not be in the same entry. I am only talking about a snapshot of my day, and I change my mind frequently. Therefore, it might be a hit piece one day because I think your actions are fucking me up, and it might be that you are the best person in the world for me because we’ve just had a breakthrough and I want to celebrate it. I do not go after people, I reflect them as they are in my perception. As my perception changes, so do the characters they represent. I am laying out my thoughts this way so that they’ll change, not because I am trying to direct ire at them. I have the right to say I went through something bad and it hurt, without bugging you to read about it. If you want to know what I think, you’ll read. If you don’t, you won’t. But at no time should you take it personally. I write about everyone in the same way.

If I didn’t, then you would see that I’m only mining my friends for the gossip and not what is really happening in real time. It wouldn’t change me, because I’d just be a vicious, vindictive person and not trying to do therapy on my own. You are reading my most intimate thoughts regarding the people surrounding me, not the happenings around town like I’m the local Gladys Kravitz.

I try to be non-specific about people that matter. But if I start out with your real name, I won’t change it unless there’s a solid reason, and I have them. If you’re not named, you’re not that important, and I want the people around me to know that. I also know that it’s better to write about people than it is to not, because when I stop writing about them because they hate the negative things, they rail that I’m not only writing the positive. No, if you insist that you like an international audience thinking the sun shines out of your ass, then you don’t make a good character. Flat out.

It’s why I’m having so much trouble believing that any of my friends don’t see themselves as a 3D character, because I’ve even been nice to exes that have slashed my heart in two- less so with Kathleen, mostly because I don’t remember our day to day life together, but I definitely remember how she left. But again, emotionally unavailable so she wouldn’t talk about underlying issues, but would beat the hell out of me emotionally if I didn’t clean something to her standards, recognizing that not everyone grew up the same way. I fold the towels the way my mother did, and so does everyone else. It’s not worth relationship crisis, but she did it often enough that I knew she’d never open up. But I couldn’t leave, and I don’t think she could either- which is why she pulled such an egregious trump card.

And the thing is, if our relationship had been set up with poly in the first place, that she couldn’t commit to monogamy, so we’d make other things our touchstones, I don’t think I would have handled it as well then as I would now, but it would have been better than ambushing me with so many lies, and waiting until I was out of town to cheat.

Due to that experience, and having my own new relationship experience while I was still married, I can’t commit to it, either. It’s not because I’m incapable, it’s because I never want to be accused of cheating ever again. It’s not cheating if you’re not breaking an agreement…. so I just won’t make it.

I’m not going to trade new relationship energy (no matter what kind- platonic relationships are just as fulfilling) for my entire life falling apart. I cannot put all my eggs in one basket anymore, and part of it is that my heart is already gone. I don’t have a choice about that, and yet, I do. I want a scenario where when I have to make Supergrover a big deal in my own life that it doesn’t affect any of the others, and if Supergrover is in any way picking up what I’m putting down, she knows to the very depth of her being that I made the right decision by putting her first, even in my marriage.

I will never apologize, ever, for that stone cold fact, because I cannot do anything about it. She should have realized that when we don’t interact, it almost affects me more than when she is. We have a hard out, not subjective like with my other friends, and she has taken no responsibility for that fact. What she has taken responsibility for is changing my life and she wishes she’d never told me anything at all, when it’s the best gift I’ve ever been given. But gifts don’t come without potential problems when the wrapping is fallible- and I mean human, not that anyone has to be perfect; they can’t.

So, when I talk about biggest challenges, they’re always emotional because that’s the wavelength I’m riding and not many people are. Most people don’t know themselves as well as I do, so I seem threatening when I’m just certain. I can also listen to someone else without agreeing with them; then, they become threatened that it’s going to take different words to convince me they’re right, because I’m not trying to find a situation I can “win,” but a situation in which we both get what we want. It takes time and effort to do that, but it’s not impossible. People just cut out long before the discussion is over, and if you’re supposedly in it for the long haul, then you’ll meet me halfway.

Because I see their biggest challenges, too.

Ringing It In

December 31, 2023 ~ Leslie Lanagan ~ Leave a comment

I know it’s popular to go out on New Year’s Eve, but tonight I am actually sitting in the dark, with the noise turned down to zero except for the fireworks (oy with the fireworks already). It’s a combination of a lot of factors. The first is that Zac is off on a mini-vacation, I have a headache that might have prevented me from going out, anyway, and I’d like to close out the year with something good.

My last post of 2023 lets me say two things. The first is that long ago, I said that I was writing my love story with Supergrover, not that it was mutual, but that it was mine. Over 10 years, we grew to accept each other; I couldn’t imagine my life without her and I didn’t right up until I wasn’t given a choice. I couldn’t let her get away with letting me feel so bad all the time. I wasn’t guessing right, and I was getting punished all the time for not being able to read her mind. It began to outweigh her mama wolverine claws coming out when other people hurt me, because she was closer and more important to me than absolutely any of the others.

I would have been much happier if for once, she turned the wolverine claws on herself. I could acknowledge when I was the problem. She couldn’t. She’d tell me she was licking her wounds, but not what they were. So, I listened to all of her pain without her being specific enough for me to change anything. She lumped it all together, as if she wasn’t my Evelyn, my everything everywhere all at once. She overfocused on the negative and ignored the positive, because I don’t think she believed my feelings could run that deep. But it’s okay. It’s what I meant by “she’ll never know what she lost,” because she got under my skin. I mean, absolutely set me on fire. I used it to become a better writer, and if I do sell books in the future, absolutely every dollar has been inspired by her in one way or another.

I don’t have to write about her at all to write about her, because she’d come across even better in fiction than she would in real life. She’s one of the few personalities I’ve met that could walk onto a procedural and act like she owned the place. If you’re one of her closest friends, they’ll never find the body.

Sometimes I worry about the things she keeps in her safe, the place in her heart where I reside; it’s not just me, though. I genuinely care about Michael and the rest of her whole famn damily. They’ve got someone out there loving them that they can receive whether they return it or not.

I said in “All the Things You Never Knew” that it was our love story and how it grew to accommodate both of us….. and I desperately hope that will continue, but in a very faraway, dreamlike state. I think I’m still in shock that when I laid out everything I was dealing with, she told me to go find new friends. After 10 years, if you can’t lay it down, we don’t have a future until you get yourself together. I do not have time for her if she does not have time for me.

The problem is not that I didn’t want the friendship she had to offer. It’s that our problems are too wide and deep to continue that dynamic without resolving the monster conflict that lies underneath. So, if I wrote 614,000 words this year and multiply that by 10, I have written at least 60 books that all have a thread of her running through it. And that’s not including the long e-mails that I’ve crafted especially for her. It’s a lot, and I’m sure it’s overwhelming.

But she’s a lot.

I would never have been changed to this degree by someone who couldn’t think faster than me. I don’t think my thoughts are better or worse, but AuDHD moves fast and furious with someone who’s a special interest. I wanted to resolve this conflict, and I got overwhelmed with talking to a brick wall. That didn’t mean I didn’t want her care, connection…… it meant I wanted more of it and was jumping up and down for attention by not doing it, then popping off with rage the longer I resented it.

But our anger feeds the other’s to an enormous degree, so we’re magnetic and repel as often as we attract. I feel sad because I only wanted to be on the fridge. Whether she chooses to be my yellow string or not, she only has to grab onto it, because I will deal with anyone’s red flags as long as they have a commitment to dealing with them on their own. If I have to learn conflict resolution, why don’t you (plural, true in every conflict everywhere and not a slam).

Here’s healthy for you.

I was really missing Zac, so I asked him if he had any time in the next couple of weeks. I just need to decompress and I love being at his house just as much as I love being with him. What I really love is when he works from home, but whether he’s there or not it’s very quiet. When he works from home, it’s still quiet. His office is kitty corner to his bedroom, so all I hear is him typing, and occasionally taking a call- but that’s rare because most things in intelligence are done in writing. But to be clear, I don’t know what’s classified and what’s not, so I tune everything out or close the door. I love that we’ve reached the stage where it doesn’t matter whether he’s home or not, I’m welcome and I know it, constantly.

So, he proposed a couple of dates, and I said “either work for me.” He said, “we’ll see.” I responded by saying “I don’t understand.” He didn’t get back to me and I was still thinking about it, so I said, “this unsettles me. You gave me a couple of dates, so I thought you already had them cleared, and you haven’t expressed lack of interest before, so it confused me.” I’m paraphrasing, because I told him that it came off as lack of interest, not that he actually meant it.

He responded by saying that no, it had nothing to do with lack of interest, just that now he didn’t know which days were good for him. Matter solved immediately, no bullshit. I didn’t give into my anxiety and start tiptoeing around him because I thought he was put off by me. It clears up a lot when instead of sitting in your bad dreams, you just ask if you’re right first.

It also helps when you believe everyone the first time, because after that it’s your anxiety to manage. Their actions will tell you whether they’re hiding something, and so will your intuition. But you can’t go on that until you just plain confront the situation, because perception is not reality.

What I’ve written a book about is how not confronting a situation made it a whole lot worse. I wonder all the time what would have happened if we’d just been big people and met up to really resolve everything. But if she was uncomfortable about that, all I asked is that she be more like Zac- you don’t have to manage my anxiety, but could you at least lay down the law all the time so that I’m not shooting in the dark as to how to love you so that you feel it?

60 books.

And whether it comes back around to writing another book or not depends on the coauthor, because contrary to popular opinion, I am not a dictator. I don’t wish for good communication because I live in this faraway land. It’s necessary for every relationship on earth. I am not special, and neither is anyone else in this regard.

So, in all of these volumes, it brings me to the second thing that the last post of 2023 allows me to say. Another author noticed me, a very good one, and recommended that everyone get involved with reading me. She also said that there was a tremendous depth to my work, and it made every tear worth it.

I can assure you, there’s been at least 614,000.

I Have No Heart or Brain

December 28, 2023 ~ Leslie Lanagan ~ 3 Comments

How have your political views changed over time?

They say that if you are a conservative when you are young, you have no heart. They say that if you are liberal when you’re old, you have no brain. They do not suggest the unexplored third option, the permanently exhausted political science student who really doesn’t like any of you. 😉 Actually, I think it’s also due to age. Gen X (technically, I’m a Xennial) is now the adult in the room, because people older than us don’t understand technology, people younger don’t know how to function without it. We are the hybrids that remember what it was like to function on paper, the glue holding pre- and post- internet together.

If there’s anything I credit with my political views changing, it’s being in college before the Internet was really a thing. I was still fascinated by T1 connections at that point- you mean it’s always on? I don’t have to dial into anything? Plus, when I got to university, I was studying poli sci in school and my boss in IT was also a lawyer.

A lawyer who had a t-shirt that said, “Charter Member of the Vast Right Wing Conspiracy.” Today, this would be ominous. It was 2000, so I still laughed. I’m not sure anyone knew back then how this whole thing would turn out, but I didn’t have Donald Trump on my Bingo card, I’ll tell you that much.

I will say that I think younger people than me are coming up with the best ideas on the liberal end of the spectrum, and I think what being conservative in your elder years means to me is deciding which of these ideas are too wild to fund and which ones are worth pursuing. At its heart, universal basic income is a good idea. Other countries have implemented it and it works. But how do we scale up something like that without breaking the funds available for such a thing?

When it comes to money, I want everyone at the table in terms of ideology. I want James Baldwin and William F. Buckley on every single issue, not what passes for dialogue now. It’s not a good idea if you can’t explain a liberal idea to a conservative or vice versa. That’s because 99% of the time people don’t get what they want because they don”t actually know the question.

The liberals don’t have worse ideas, they just can’t sell them. I think it was Aaron Sorkin who wrote that originally, but it has stuck with me. The Republicans demand complete buy-in and loyalty, the Democrats don’t because we like free thinkers. While not a bad thing, this has cost Democrats DEARLY and they have no idea how to fix it.

I’m including me in that statement, because I’d like to see the party embrace bigger and better ideas, but also to have a concrete idea of how to fund them. There is no sense of polity in the Democratic Party, because both Bill Clinton and Alexandria Ocasio Cortez are Democrats, but their platforms were/are worlds apart. Hillary Clinton’s is closer, but that’s only because she stayed in presidential politics longer.

I am definitely a Clinton Democrat, because it’s the lens through which I take in information. I voted for Bill in 1996, my first election….. although I also went to the Republican convention in 1992 and was thrilled about it, because back then it was just a chance to go to a major convention, because first of all I was a child and couldn’t vote. Second of all, George H.W. Bush grew to love both Clintons, so I think he’d forgive me for voting for them.

In terms of the way I was raised, I didn’t really know anything about my parents or grandparents’ political leanings until I was older, because they didn’t wear hats like they were pitching for either party. The only thing I remember from being a young kid is that my grandfather did not like LBJ, because of the Viet Nam war.

Fair.

But if you do a little digging, you find that it’s not the whole story. The thing that people are most known for isn’t necessarily what is going to do the most good or the most damage from a historical perspective. I agree with my grandfather that LBJ made some terrible calls during Viet Nam, but we also wouldn’t have gotten Great Society passed without him.

It is controversial to the general public, but not in political science circles to say that Lyndon Johnson was objectively a better president than John Kennedy. That when you take away the mythology of Camelot, Kennedy was wonderful for the American image and Johnson was more effective legislatively because he knew how to whip. I do think that John Kennedy deserved to be president, and that he was good at it- most political science students agree that it would be easier and more fair to compare both of them at full term, but we’ll never get that chance.

What I do not think is that we’ve managed to capture the fever behind one idea like “Great Society” that will get us elected….. and The New Deal before it. We need people on the extreme fringe of the party to come up with the new and better ideas, so that the more conservative members of the party can red team them. It’s not “shooting everything down,” but it seems that way because a red team’s job is to take you to the mat before you’re in front of the Republicans.

When I think about red teaming now, I think about Molly Ivins, who was not afraid to call out hypocrisy or bullshit on either side of the aisle, and was in fact more mystified by Texas politics than anything else. She thought it was wilder and weirder, and proved it every day in her columns.

I am not standing outside looking in, I am definitely a Democrat. But at the same time, I do not discount conservative ideas. I discount bigotry, and that has become 99% of the Republican platform. How we got here is not really a mystery. If you’ve studied the rise of Hitler, you know that what is happening now is what happened in Germany- the people were starving for a leader, and they chose the most racist asshole they could find because he parroted all their shitty beliefs.

Trump is not Hitler in his later years, but we’re ignoring the signs of fascism nonetheless. Here are two things that you really need to take in about this, and they’re important:

Trump discredited CIA on day one. He went into their house and told them point blank that he trusted the Russians more than them. So, the message from day one was “don’t believe the intelligence experts that have historically been the best in the world, and only pay attention to me.”
Trump discredited the journalists. So, not only should you not believe the raw data coming out of CIA (filtered for publication through State and the committees on intelligence in Congress), you should not believe any stories written about it.

Trump has the same outlook on domestic policy. Don’t read any stories about me, only look at me. Meanwhile, he’s not really running the country because he doesn’t know fuck all. Getting his whole family security clearances was downright offensive to the spies I’ve met, because that is not a community you join easily or lightly. You have to be trusted beyond a reasonable doubt to carry that kind of information, and I’m going to go out on a limb and say that Jared Kushner is not one of those people, and neither is Donald Trump.

The president of the United States WAS NOT QUALIFIED to see the documents he saw, and managed to show other world leaders things that he should have had in his possession because he’s the president and should have had enough sense he was actively harming American interests.

But that doesn’t matter, because he’s a Russian UI.

Putin’s revenge for Khrushchev’s treatment by Kennedy was to make us implode, and I believe it worked. There are people who still believe with a passion that the election was stolen due to Russian interference that Trump welcomed. Trump didn’t want to be president. He wanted to have been president. I believe that he sincerely thought he was going to lose, and 2016 was a bid to get more people into his DC hotel, not a legitimate presidential campaign. Hillary and Donald have known each other too damn long for either one of them not to see through the other’s bullshit, and I don’t think that Trump really thought he had a chance, which is why he was such a total asshole the entire campaign. I honestly think he was wondering “what do I have to do to lose?” By the end.

But we elected him anyway, and the rank and file judges and State employee jobs stayed open for months because there was no one to direct presidential appointments.

People, the damn president of the United States didn’t know he was president of Puerto Rico, and that’s just okay because people in the US don’t know that, either. Do you think that the president is less the president to our territories?

The president also commands lots of people overseas being Commander in Chief and American representative in global affairs. Honestly, the fact that Trump got to be that for us is alarming, and other heads of state noticed. Do you really think that Justin Trudeau, Angela Merkel, Jacinda Barrett, and especially Sauli Niinistö (president of Finland- rake the forests? Get out of here with that bullshit.) and Kim Kielsen (premier of Greenland- I’m sorry. You want to buy WHAT now?) were in any way impressed with us at all? The only reason we didn’t lose the plot with the UK is that they’re experiencing the same wave of conservatism that we are.

If there’s any way in which my political views have changed, it’s by leaving the Democratic and Republican parties alone and just doing my own thing by studying world systems. I’m looking at the forest, not the trees. I love dating someone who works in intelligence, because I am with someone who also has the ability to look at global systems and not get stuck in the minutiae of daily life. The world looks different when you’re talking about countries at war and humanitarian aid and everything that comes with it, vs. the fact that Chuy’s is too far away for my liking and Whole Foods continues to be out of the veggie dogs I like.

Perspective.

Years ago, I was on IM with Supergrover and I was telling her that I was having a really crappy day….. and that one of my cases to call back didn’t have a name at the top, so I dialed the number and the woman answered “Doctors Without Borders.” I died for a second because absolutely anything I was thinking about that day melted away with perspective. There’s never going to be a day in my life more stressful than being a doctor in a war torn country.

It’s like working for NASA and actually being an astronaut. Not the person on the ground that has every resource available to them at a moment’s notice. No, the guy who’s stuck in a tin can having only what they brought with them. IF MSF doesn’t bring a medication with them, it may be unlikely to get a local supply. We’re not talking total health here- we’re talking HIV vaccinations and TB tests.

So, again, if we’re talking about politics, then I’m probably not the person to ask how to fix the party.

But I think the first step is leaving your heart and mind out of it, and committing not to elect someone who tells you that what you’re seeing and hearing is the truth, when he’s just the mouthpiece.

In this case, you should absolutely pay attention to the people behind the curtain. They’ll be the ones trying to save us from ourselves.

The Writer’s Room

December 27, 2023December 27, 2023 ~ Leslie Lanagan ~ Leave a comment

You get to build your perfect space for reading and writing. What’s it like?

I will do this writing prompt as an exercise, but know that readers and writers don’t stop. There is no perfect place to read and write, because what makes someone good at either is being able to do it anywhere…. thus the reason I use a tablet and keyboard for everything rather than my desktop. I want to be able to get better whether I’m in my living room or in a restaurant… but I’ve watched a lot of YouTube videos on construction, so here’s what I’d do if I bothered to stay in one place.

The perfect reading/writing space for me is a cabin, and I’d like to build it myself (with a group of friends if they’re into that kind of thing). I wouldn’t like it to be very large, but I do want it to be made of the best materials, like rock wool insulation (my house burned down when I was in sixth grade, and it’s almost fireproof). Depending on how long the build I could create and still have people show up, I’d like to do two stories, but a root cellar and a first floor, not a full two-story house.

Where me being a writer comes in is that my desk would probably end up in the root cellar, even if I built myself a whole ass office. I want the place that has the least amount of sensory input, which is why a root cellar would be preferable to an office on the main floor.

The fictional character that’s been with me so long we’re roommates is Carol, and because of our past conversations, she would like a word. Carol works for NSA, so basically her perfect office is mine. When I’ve written about her before (“A Christmas Carol”), I’ve talked about how her husband, Roger, is a contractor and asked Carol where she wanted to live. They built their house into the side of a mountain, so Carol’s office is in a basement….. but only technically. She’s got a basement office in the Blue Ridge range, therefore also equipped with a stunning view. It is not lost on her that whether she is bathed in light or shadow is dependent on where she’s standing, which she feels is an accurate metaphor for her work.

I do not know that I could afford a piece of land like Carol and Roger’s, but the idea is cool. But let’s just pretend that I only have grass and trees. A regular cabin is fine to start.

So, we’ve got the resources we need except the things we need to buy. Instead of buying the lumber, I go ahead and buy all the tools to process cutting down my own trees. Everyone within a 10 mile radius will come to me for milling the trees they’ve cut down in their own yards, so I’ll make it back, or I can just sell all the equipment when I’m finished…. but I doubt I would do that because eventually I would see outbuilding opportunities….. 😉

I also want a stone floor, but in this weather I’d like a heating system for it. So, we’ll put one of those underfloor doohickeys in that connects to the hot water and keeps it running so the stones don’t cool down. But in terms of “stone,” I think I actually want polished concrete. I’ve seen so much of it done that there’s a wide range on what it would look like completed.

But for now, we’ve got the materials for framing, insulation, and the floor. Let’s make sure to add some drywall and fancy hardware for the inevitable doors. I’m not sure what I would like in terms of hardware, and Carol shops online all day. She’ll handle it.

(Because that’s what they do at NSA, right? Sometimes I even eyeroll at myself.)

My office tends to be very plain. I would like a desk and chair that are both too comfortable to leave, and outside of that, I don’t have expensive tastes. I don’t even really have expensive tastes in furniture, I’ve just had a $50 “gaming chair” and an Aeron and I’m going to tell you there’s quite a bit of difference after having sat in each of them for years.

So, I’d want to get an Aeron from a used furniture dealer because they’ll last a hundred years. I don’t need new….. and a big ass desk, because an Aeron won’t fit under anything small. If the room is large enough, I’d like to have the Aeron ottoman and another small chair behind me so that I can use my ottoman when I’m not using my desk and I also have room for another person to sit (but that chair cannot be comfortable enough to invite people to stay long term….)

If I did not put my desk in the root cellar and made the whole first floor my office, I’d like a wood-burning stove. That way, I could make coffee quickly in addition to staying warm. 🙂

The only thing I would take time to do on paper that I won’t here is mark where all the outlets go. As a tech person, I have to have a lot of them….. but what I’ve noticed is that I don’t necessarily need a lot of power. I mostly just need a lot of places to charge small things.

It would be nice to have electricity, even to be on the grid. However, I know that realistically I could get by on a jackery and a cell phone connection if that’s what was available.

I just don’t know that I’d ever bring these plans to fruition, because it’s unlikely that I’d find land like this near the Metro. That’s okay, though. Maybe someday I’ll get lucky like Carol and my husband will be a contractor, too. I could even say that. “Are you a contractor? My fictional character is married to a contractor and I’m jealous of her, soooo…..” Because that would make me sound completely stable.

But here’s what I know to be true. In order for Carol to live in that house with Roger, I had to think of it first. So, is Roger really that important in the whole scheme of things?

Yes, you’re right. He does fix everything.

Hmmmmmmmm.

I obviously need more than one thinking chair, here.

I’m Writing and Not Sleeping

December 25, 2023 ~ Leslie Lanagan ~ Leave a comment

How are you creative?

My neighbors are setting off fireworks and it’s 00:32. We might be here a while. I haven’t heard anything that sounded like it was the big finale, although the bangs are getting further apart. It’s enough to be very distracting because while I know what it is, it’s still more sensory information coming at me than I want. Plus, I agreed to FaceTime my family in the morning, so I’m not happy that it’s impossible to sleep right now. Every time I think it’s over, there’s a couple more. I have jumped mile-high several times in the last hour.

That’s the other weird thing. Who buys enough fireworks that they’ll last for an hour except a city? I can tell it’s not downtown because the sound is too close. Therefore, that means my neighbors must have been stockpiling those puppies for a while.

So, when I think about being creative, I think about being able to leave fireworks behind. I get so involved in thinking and typing that there’s no room for anything else. The only thing I don’t have right now are Bluetooth cans, because I broke mine and am waiting for a new pair to be delivered. When there are loud noises like this outside, or when there’s a lot of people downstairs and I can make out what they’re saying (noise level is good when there’s interaction, because I like the busyness. It’s too much when my brain is trying to process what they’re saying while I’m trying to think on my own. It’s the same problem I had at work….. being expected to have a conversation and transcribe it at the same time so that the call could be short and I could take the next call faster. I cannot read music, either. That’s because I cannot run two thought processes at the same time. Listening to someone, responding to them, and writing it all down is just as impossible for me as counting the bass and treble clefs. If we’re talking about an orchestral score, there are multiple parts in those two clefs, plus the violas are in alto clef. I am brave enough to play in an orchestra. I admire conductors.

My best illustration of what I can’t do that other conductors can is based on a man who was my dad’s All-State conductor, but I can’t remember which year or his name, which is probably good because I wouldn’t want to confuse him with the conductor who threw stands (he made All-State all four years- if you’re in Texas, you’re impressed. Trumpet is vicious competition because of our egos, and he, in fact, won the whole ass thing. It was also unexpected, because he was from Daingerfield, competing against players who already had access to Juilliard-level instruction because they lived in a big city).

Anyway, this clarinet player shows up and says that one of her keys is broken, so one of the notes doesn’t play and she has to go home. If I remember the story, it was a B flat. The conductor says, “sit down. You don’t have a B flat in this piece.” The conductor isn’t keeping track of one part. They know all of them.

Because I have had good relationships with all my conductors, no matter their personality, I believe that I’d get along just as well with Michael Tilson Thomas and Marin Alsop as I did with my conductor in sixth grade band. Just because they’re known all over the world doesn’t mean that we don’t speak the same language. Neither of them would ever ask me to play with them, but I’d never want to do so- more fun to watch them work than it is to be onstage. I also don’t like when they’re in the pit and you can’t see them. I love it when symphonies/operas project the conductor onto a screen. It’s so the singers can see them, but it feels like it’s just for me. I’m going to go with that.

I’m creative if I know things about you. I will remember things about you down to the smallest detail, so that when it’s time to pick out a gift, I will score a win. Zac does the same thing, so I hope I pleased him with his gifts, too. I got him bracelets made of “nautical rope,” and when they arrived they weren’t exactly the style I thought they’d be, and I teared up when there were five in the package and he put one on me, too. I said, “awwww, it’s our first Christmas together and you got me jewelry.” But that’s not all. I also found him black hoop earrings that look like a dragon is eating its tail. I like dragons, and Zac is into fantasy, so I didn’t think that dragon earrings would be a miss.

Speaking of dragons, my favorite is Paarthurnax. My favorite tinvak (conversation in Dragon) goes something like this (I don’t remember it verbatim):

Paarthurnax Do you know why I choose to live here, at the top of the Monahvin, which your kind calls “Throat of the World?”
Dragonborn: I don’t know. Dragons like mountains, right?
Paarthurnax: Hmmm, true…..

Just the sound of his voice is amusing, because it’s like “got you there.” Like, it hadn’t occurred to him that to a human, this was a completely normal human thing to do.

Speaking of Paarthurnax, I had to go to Sky Temple Haven after the main storyline and was so satisfied that Delphine attacked me so I could rightfully beat the crap out of her. She’s such a bitch to you that players generally beat the hell out of her if they get the chance…… and then find out she’s marked essential so you can do it over and over and over. This is a good thing or a bad thing, depending on your perspective. You can be vindictive AF, but you can kill Paarthurnax but not the woman that wants him dead? Insane.

I think the fireworks are finally over, so I think I’ll spend a few minutes reading, because I might hear Santa.

We Have Covered This

December 24, 2023December 24, 2023 ~ Leslie Lanagan ~ 2 Comments

Who are the biggest influences in your life?

I laughed to myself when I wrote that title, because everyone I write about is a big influence. I can’t think of anyone that has affected me more in both good ways and bad than going back over my years and seeing what happened.

Zac is my biggest influence right now, because for Christmas he got me a box of cards with fiction challenges on them. I may start a different blog for that, at his suggestion for his own site, because it would look disjointed to have fiction and non together. I will wait and see whether I’m actually prone to publishing the results first.

Speaking of Mr. Wood, I had no idea that a comment and a blog entry about me was written by him, because I absolutely didn’t see the play on words with “Mr. Would.” I was reading too fast and I saw “Mr. World.” But even if I had read it correctly, it wouldn’t have helped me, because Zac didn’t mention that he was a blogger. I am looking forward to another blogger in the house, because I need to know how it feels to be written about, and I can’t think of a person that sees more of my range of emotion.

That doesn’t make it not funny that I didn’t know that Mr. Would was actually my boyfriend. This is because I thought I was going to meet someone new in the area, and was surprised to see t hat we’d already met. We’ve been dating for a YEAR and I didn’t know he had a blog. A YEAR. YEAR, people. A YEAR.

Now I’m really laughing.

He was probably gathering intelligence to see how good an idea it was to tell me he was a blogger, and that just makes me laugh harder because of course I’m kidding. I have the same philosophy as Bryn. “Write what you want, we’ll work it out.” He actually took me to the mat over traveling, and that’s what made me think I had a superfan on my hands. He said that I didn’t include places I’d said I’d wanted to go before, and was surprised I didn’t mention them again. So, I have this entire ass blog entry written about me by MY BOYFRIEND, and all I got was a pingback.

No, it is AS IF he listens to me, and I could cry when I think about that intensity. I know I am valued because when I say something, he remembers it. I have never been in a relationship with someone so much like me, with the possible exception of Dana. The thing is, though, she would adore Zac as well because he’s like both of us. Neurodivergent and also in the military. Neither Dana nor I have served, but her dad was a Marine and she speaks acronym. I definitely have a type, and it doesn’t have to do with looks. It has to do with the way someone thinks.

So I’m sitting there reading like, “does he memorize my shit?!”

The only reason I didn’t think of Zac at all is that this has happened before. I know I’ve mentioned it, but for new readers there was Stephanie (at least, I think that was her name, it was years ago). Stephanie invited me for coffee through a dating site (the miracle is that I said yes). I sent her my URL because I separate the children from the adults fast. If you can’t handle that I’m a writer, we’re not going to have much in coommon.

Stephanie proceeded to read back four years’ worth of entries, and then pretended like my blog was law and I couldn’t change. It was an hour’s worth of “now you’re saying this, but four years ago, you said….”

I’d gotten divorced, moved to DC, and my mother died in relatively quick procession. But of course no one changes because of anything as simple as that.

But right now, I can’t dwell on anything in my real life, because tonight is not about me. Jesus is one of the biggest influences in my life, and it’s almost time. Mary can sense it. Her water is about to break. Right now? This very moment? I’m just waiting for the baby.

Tonight Luke will come out in his scrubs, and announce that he’s here. The baby that will one day change the world. Tonight is the night that the membrane between heaven and earth stretches so thin, we can touch the face of God.

The miracle is not that Jesus was a virgin birth, but that he survived at all. Can you really imagine being a baby and lying that close to cow shit? Can you imagine delivering your son in a barn? It was so long ago that they didn’t know about germs, so it probably wasn’t as scary for Mary because she didn’t know what could happen, but we do.

If your baby got that close to death, don’t you think they’re divine?

On this Christmas Eve, know that it doesn’t take a miracle to make someone a child of God. We were all born innocent, and we make the decision to resurrect ourselves all the time. It’s the message we’re missing in the middle of the mess.

Whether or not tonight means that The Messiah is being born is irrelevant to me, because this is not a story about magic. This is a story about mystery.

Jesus survived, and the odds were stacked against him. So, in remembrance, I’m mentally gathering the layette. I’m buying everyone blue bubble gum cigars. I’m writing the announcement for the newspaper. It’s all I can do, this waiting.

My area is by the Pepsi machine.

Strawberry Letter #23

December 23, 2023December 23, 2023 ~ Leslie Lanagan ~ Leave a comment

Share what you know about the year you were born.

The number one hit by The Brothers Johnson in the title was at the top of the charts the day I was born. When the funk bass starts, and you move; if you have heard Louis start that vamp it’s still going on in your head right now……. so addictive that you might have to find another earworm to get rid of this one.

(Small aside- if you are a Louis Johnson fan (bassist), Thundercat is his heir apparent.)

I was delivered on September 10th, 1977, so for most of what happened during that year I was only marginally present. Jimmy Carter had just been inaugurated as president the previous January (election in ’76, the first presidential election since Richard Nixon resigned). As far as I can gather, it was not one of those years that had a huge historical event. It was a year in which we were recovering from being led by a criminal, which has no bearing on today.

There were smaller accomplishments.

The first official flight of the Concorde took off from JFK after having had several successful test flights. It cut travel time to London in half. Interestingly enough, cutting the flight time in half wasn’t the end goal. As I grew, the Concorde got better. Its fastest speed run from the US to the UK was 2:52:59, and then it was discontinued (thank God, for environmental reasons, yet still sad…… I don’t know why. I wasn’t buying tickets).

That wasn’t the only advance in business, though, because 1977 was one of the years in which personal computer companies were popping up everywhere. Instead of a mainframe and dumb terminals (like at the office), you could get a fully functioning machine that fit on your desk.

Kids, I’m taking a moment out to say that because things have changed so much, I am not sure that you’ll have a reference for this, so I’ll explain.

Before the personal computer, at an office you’d have what was called the “server room,” and every desktop monitor was reflecting what was going on in the server room. None of the desktop terminals functioned independently, similar to today, when it is impossible to use some apps without being connected to the Internet and for the very same reason- the processing is done on the web servers, not on your local device….. which is why a solid network connection is every bit as vital as the CPU/RAM/graphics card/etc. But back then, there was no “internet,” there was the intranet. The server you were connected to was physically located near you, because everything was a wired connection.

I do not think that the Internet would be what it is today if we hadn’t learned how to pipe data through a wireless connection. I believe this was possible because our drive to be wireless all the time came from internet connectivity through your cell. Having a basic web browser on a dumb phone led to everyone being connected, all the time, for better or for worse. But in 1977, we couldn’t see it coming yet. We were satisfied with creating documents and saving them to a floppy disk for easy carrying….. until you bent it…… and then, cell phones only supported calling. Short Messaging System (SMS) had not been invented.

We could not see the future, but how computers operate in 2023 is merely an evolution, it is not wildly different from anything we did back then. What we learned at networking an office turned out to be instrumental in how we network the whole world at once.

In terms of the world at the time, things were tense with the USSR, but in different ways than they are today…. the biggest reason is that the Soviet Republic fell apart, and now there’s only Russia. Any dreams they had of world dominance went with the republic’s collapse. They didn’t have the money to be big players anymore, and honestly, I don’t know that they have it now. As with American leaders, they make it look good….. but who knows what cards Putin is really holding?

(The answer is Hilary Clinton, btw. When the former Secretary of State to the most powerful nation in the world says Putin is masterminding our demise by having a Russian UI in the White House, you believe her. I’m sure your next question is “what’s a UI?” Useful Idiot- the stooge planted in a country who doesn’t do anything outright evil to show they’re being traitorous, just makes mistakes that are bad for American interests because they’re being manipulated by a foreign state. When we elected Trump, we learned that Russia thought they were getting a UI, then even they were surprised with 45 because there was so much emphasis on the “I,” not so much with the “U.” You get what you pay for……… I’m sure Putin thought it was marvelous when 45 went into CIA’s house and ripped them a new asshole. I didn’t. “Say that to Martin Freeman’s FACE.”)

Speaking of Hillary, I don’t know what she was doing in 1977, but I do know that it was near the beginning of of Hillary becoming a one-person monolithic idea of who a president’s partner should be; as such, it was the beginning of “damned if you do, damned if you don’t.” But the 70s would have been the beginning of social justice awareness, because back then was when the emphasis on social justice really took hold with white people. It’s not that there weren’t white people interested in social justice before, it’s that American Christianity divided in half, and the horseshoe of extremities divided into Evangelical white supremacy apologists and “the woke.” If white supremacy was good enough for Jesus, it’s good enough for everyone.

Except there is no way for Jesus to be a white supremacy apologist because the image painted of him in every white church in America looks like Jesus was the only French baby born in the Middle East, and at that time, it would have been a severe anomaly because people didn’t generally travel that far, first of all, and second it’s impossible for him to be white as as a descendent of Jesse and David. It was part of Matthew’s whole schtick. He was the captain in charge of “see? I told you he’s the Messiah. I’ve followed quite a few.” Kidding, but not inaccurate. Matthew focused on proof…. not of Jesus’ divinity as the actual son of God, but proving to Jews that he (waves hand) was the Messiah they were looking for.

But in the end, it wasn’t proof that mattered. It was “how do we appropriate Jesus’ culture and religion to fit our justified racism and inequality?” Thus, the Democrats eschewed religion and the cancer of racism spread into the Republican Party at an alarming rate, because they didn’t have to believe racism was wrong.

That’s not limited to the US, by the way. In the 1970s, they were also struggling with this very idea in South Africa. As Trevor Noah has pointed out, when South Africa came up with apartheid, they researched all the ways you could be racist, and took the worst of each system and applied it. Guess what? Most of the really evil stuff came from us.

If you remember nothing else about South Africa, it’s that Jim Crow laws are directly responsible for apartheid being implemented and maintained, because we built the system that had the largest impact on apartheid policies. So, the cancer that is Evangelical white supremacy spread and made South Africa malignant, too.

Even Thai people applaud Ho=Ho great job.

It was Barry Goldwater who warned us, and we didn’t like AuH2O, so we didn’t listen and now we’re fucked:

Mark my word, if and when these preachers get control of the [Republican] party, and they’re sure trying to do so, it’s going to be a terrible damn problem. Frankly, these people frighten me. Politics and governing demand compromise. But these Christians believe they are acting in the name of God, so they can’t and won’t compromise. I know, I’ve tried to deal with them.

Want to hear something really interesting? Goldwater was a progressive Republican, the people most lonely at parties. You cannot convince me otherwise if he also said, “you don’t have to be straight to be in the military. You have to be able to shoot straight.” Millions of gay men have said, “I can do that.” Despite it, “those preachers” became the voice of Christianity and people like Jimmy Carter, Barry Goldwater, and me are left out of the conversation.

I was telling a Facebook group who was, at the time, coming down hard on Evangelical colonialism through mission trips. I said, “I am a Jimmy Carter Democrat. I know that mission trips on the whole are problematic, but I’m a Jimmy Carter Democrat. I didn’t talk about faith, I helped build them a house.” I got emotionally pummeled into the ground. Par for the course. American Christianity as a whole does not like Jimmy Carter’s version of Christianity unless it’s a meme of him and not the rest of us.

Stephen Colbert said it better than the rest of us, the question we should have asked ourselves before we let the Republican Party become a theocracy:

If this is going to be a Christian nation that doesn’t help the poor, either we have to pretend that Jesus was just as selfish as we are, or we’ve got to acknowledge that He commanded us to love the poor and serve the needy without condition and then admit that we just don’t want to do it.

So, if there’s anything good that came out of 1977, it’s that I got the liberal version of Christianity in the Methodist church…………….

Just like Hillary Clinton.

When I’m Pharrell Without the Hat

December 21, 2023December 21, 2023 ~ Leslie Lanagan ~ Leave a comment

When are you most happy?

I am most happy when all my relationships are in balance. I do not expect perfection in anything, but I do expect excellence. I’ve gotten to a point in my life where I can pick out patterns that I do not like and ask to change them. If it doesn’t happen, I don’t keep hammering the point anymore, because people’s actions tell you their intentions. I have a larger tolerance for it the longer our relationship, but I do not feel guilty for setting boundaries. I am allowed to take up space in the world.

My opinion matters, even when it’s wrong, because I am not explaining something to be right. I am explaining something to be heard. The one way to truly piss me off= the quickest and shortest path to rage, is this conversation.

Neurotypical: Explain to me exactly how this happened.
Leslie: (starts explaining an AuDHD amount)
Neurotypical: I don’t need your fucking excuses.

What I have not done is actually call people on it. I could have said so many times, “you asked me to explain, and I did, so I am not getting why you’re annoyed/angry.” This conversation happens quite frequently with neurotypical bosses…. or in the kitchen, because there’s no time for an AuDHD-length explanation. I am at a loss because I do not know what neurotypical people do in the same situation, because I am not picking up what you’re putting down if you ask me for an explanations and then write me off as making excuses. I don’t do excuses.

For instance, with this blog I feel like I’ve made it clear that I’ve done a lot wrong. At no time have I excused my own behavior away, and I’m not using my entries as justification, either. These entries are all context, because behavior doesn’t come out of a vacuum….. and for me, context is important. I am not trying to merely understand a situation, but to grok it.

It is honestly how I am able to be so forgiving and loving in my relationships, because if I start with the axiom that I’m not perfect, it allows me to see others’ humanity as well….. particularly if I write about them. Writing allows me to see the ways I’ve been treated in both negative and positive ways, and that is the nature of relationships. No one is wrong or right all the time. You are often presented with situations in which both halves of the relationship are right to different degrees…. and instead of focusing on the 80% on which we’re agreed, we’ll fight tooth and nail over 20% of a problem. Or worse, we won’t tell each other our feelings at all, content to resent.

If someone says nothing is wrong, and it clearly is, the energy surrounding them pushes you away. It’s your body’s intuition saying something is wrong, and you have to believe your intuition over what people are saying. This is very much affected by depression, because someone else’s words will come across to you differently than they would if you didn’t have it.

The way I handle this is to acknowledge that my attachment style is anxious; all I ask is that people not irritate it. I choose to do this by communicating early and often, and to take people’s words to the bank and see if they cash. If they say nothing’s wrong, but there’s no concrete reason for them to be snappish and nitpicking, then they’re probably not telling the truth. So, you ask what’s wrong and if nothing changes, you don’t have the right to say “you’re the one that needs to change, because I’ve tried everything.” I can only control my actions, not theirs. I also won’t do other people’s emotional work for them. I have consistently found people with avoidant attachment styles and made them out in my head to be more emotionally capable than they are. It leads me to believe that people will rise to an occasion that just never will.

That’s because I don’t believe there are red flags, and I’ve never been wrong to hold onto a relationship with a deeply flawed person, because I am also deeply flawed. I don’t get the kind of love I need from unbroken people, because if you’ve never been through trauma, you will come to resent me. Here’s something really scary. I have never in my lifetime had to look for a girlfriend with trauma. It’s not because I chose the most toxic woman in the room, it’s because I was dating women.

Put that in your pipe and smoke it.

People who haven’t been through trauma treat PTSD like autism in that even if you don’t know someone is autistic, you know their reactions are different from yours and you somehow judge your own reactions less harshly than mine. But honestly, it’s not blame I can put on anything but the fact that neurotypical people have always believed they were more capable than neurodivergent people because workplaces reward all the things that come easily to allistic people and feel threatened by neurodivergence because we’re not “following the script.”

I believe that I could work out a two state solution for Israel and Palestine easier than I could make myself follow a morning and evening routine for any length of time. I have empathy for demand avoidance, because I’ve felt it down to taking a shower. I have empathy for executive dysfunction, because I panic when I have more than two things on my plate. The absolute worst feeling in the world to me is presenting my task list to my boss and asking which is the most important and them saying it doesn’t matter. What I have learned is that it means “it doesn’t matter if you’re neurotypical, because what you accomplish is not what I would have accomplished, nor any other neurotypical.” It is not that one is morally superior, it’s that an autistic person has different pattern recognition than an allistic one. Therefore, all autistic thought processes are going to seem ludicrous to a neurotypical boss.

To be fair, if I’m not doing something that 90% of people would do, it’s not all the boss’s fault. It’s lack of education. No one knows what to do with autistic people after they graduate high school. I have been lucky in that I have had some neurotypical bosses who have also been parents of neurodivergent kids. Therefore, they had experience in “being the boss of” someone neurodivergent and how to get them to perform what you need because the way of asking looks different. I also think that I get along better with female bosses than male, because that’s another communication style difference when it comes to empathy. Most female bosses- most, not all- understand the neurodivergent way of thinking even if they’re neurotypical because dollars to donuts if their kids aren’t ADHD, they’ve still been around ADHD kids their whole lives. Because which parent is usually the one who knows their kid’s friends?

Plus, there’s little discernable difference in being neurodivergent and being female, because violence occurs to all women to varying degrees. Not one of us escapes it, and one in four women have been raped. PTSD, particularly when it’s chronic (e.g. raped in childhood), will give you the same symptoms as ADHD and autism; the trauma rewires your thought processes and reactions. Most people make the mistake of thinking that going on medication and doing therapy will fix everything and it will all go back to normal. This is untrue.

If you had an idea of what your life would have looked like before trauma and you’re trying to get back there, it’s never going to happen. Give up. Slash those old dreams, because they’re the ones you won’t fulfill and think it’s “your fault.” You have to make a new dream starting from where you are, not where you used to be. That map marker fell off the day you were traumatized. We all tend to undercut the abuser on how much we were abused, and take more responsibility than we need. For me, it was always that I deserved to feel the way I did because I asked for it, and that’s not unique at all. Most abused children think this. I was never physically abused, and it didn’t matter. Emotional abuse hurts worse to someone who already has bipolar depression.

In my case, it’s not really bipolar depression. My downs are so incredibly profound that hypomania looks like a regular person amount of energy…. one on caffeine, I’ll grant you, but a regular person nonetheless. My biggest symptom of hypomania is insomnia. I have roughly the same thought processes in an up that I do in a down, I just don’t get enough rest unless I take sleeping medication, and even then sometimes it fails. It depends on how married to the idea of being awake my brain is that day.

Not sleeping well makes me focus on what’s wrong instead of what’s right. I self-sabotage a lot, because I attribute negative things that aren’t there….. and in a relationship with an avoidant attachment style, you won’t know whether your negative feelings are wrong or right….. because they’re avoidant.

Which brings us up to now.

Zac and Bryn are partner-level close to me because if I say I feel anxious, they’ll tell me whether I am right or wrong in terms of their emotions. They will not let the story I’m telling myself be that they’re avoiding something and don’t want to be close. I won’t let them tell themselves that story, either.

If you’re not emotionally avoidant, you have to ask yourself how long you’ll tolerate someone who is. That’s because good relationships don’t function with that kind of blame cycle. “If I don’t tell you how I feel, then I don’t have to express myself AND I can also blame you for not considering something you didn’t know.” I can assure you that your needs will never get met by me if you do not tell me what they are. To think that I should be able to root around in your head and find your feelings is crazymaking….. particularly when it comes to things like my relationship with Sam. She couldn’t say “I want you all to myself and I also don’t have time for you,” so she couldn’t let me deal with it and decide what I was going to do. So, when I told her that I had a date with Zac, it was during one of our very first conversations because I wanted my words and actions to line up. I knew Zac wouldn’t care what I decided, I just needed to give him more information, too. I would have been fine with it if Sam had said she wanted me to herself. I’m a writer. I don’t need to see people in person much to connect with them. It wouldn’t have been a big deal, but it was because she didn’t ask for it and lashed out.

By lashing out, I mean that my first date with Zac was on a Wednesday, and we had plans for dinner the next Monday. She couldn’t wait that long. Breaking up with me had to be done while I was with him, apparently. She admits that things were going great and she just flipped out, so I’m not telling tales out of school. She thought she could handle it, and she couldn’t. But what she didn’t get didn’t come from something I couldn’t provide. It came from something for which she never asked.

I will not put up with any kind of loyalty test based on “if you really liked me, you would…” This is because you don’t say those things out loud, they’re societal conventions anyway, so it’s not like I’m not thinking the same thing…… No, I can guarantee that our thought processes are nowhere near similar. I have the rarest personality type in the world, literally a Christ figure because the historical Jesus is thought of as “INFJ,” then made even more rare with AuDHD. In fact, there is such a large crossover between autism and INFJ that I’m wondering if Jesus was autistic as well. His robes were all made of the same material, as well as his shoes, and he only ate like five things. I’m laughing, but really. The Sermon on the Mount seems like it was written by an autistic person. Who would wish more for the meek to inherit the earth?

That thought makes me the most happy, the Advent devotional that’s something missing from the diaspora. Maybe I’ll take it on, because if there’s female theology, queer theology, etc. there should definitely be neurodivergent theology. People who are mentally and physically disabled are very much part of the Disinherited (“Jesus and The Disinherited” is a relatively small book, always found in an inside pocket of Martin Luther King, Jr’s suit coat.). Liberation theology means more to those who need it. Not that all people aren’t worthy of having their wrongs forgiven. Not all people look at the resurrection in the light of Jesus having to struggle…. losing the battle, but not the war. His ideas got him killed, and it takes a strong man to say that these ideas will last forever even if I don’t.

It’s why I write digitally instead of in a paper journal. I know from The Wayback Machine that things on the internet don’t disappear. There’s the lesson. If you’re famous enough that dirt on you is a good thing, it doesn’t matter if you take it down or not. Whether you’re immortalized in the Wayback Machine before you take it down is directly linked to how fast you remove it. The longer you wait, the more likely it is that the Internet Archive has taken a snapshot of the server. For instance, Matt Rife will never be able to live down sending people to a web site for disabled kids’ helmets as an “apology” for his domestic violence jokes….. this is not problematic to me, that he will go away at some point; I never thought he was that great a comedian in the first place. Like, some clever lines, to be sure, but I took him about as seriously as I took Dane Cook. I’d rather see Matteo Lane than Dane Cook, because he isn’t a commercial for toxic masculinity and does the same kind of crowd work.

Crowd work makes me happy, whether it’s a brilliant comedian or rapper, because clever written lines are my jam. I feel like rappers tend to be more like Stephen Fry than anyone else, because in order to drop a verse, you have to know a little bit about everything. For instance, readers are better rappers than non-readers, just like novelists are better writers when they read, fiction or not.

Stephen Fry, rappers, and writers are all deconstructing words as we use them, and rappers do it faster than the rest of us. You don’t have to be smart to enter the arena (and bring a knife), but you have to be smart to win at freestyle verse. That’s because I believe it was easier for Billy Joel to write “We Didn’t Start the Fire” than it was to do the research for it. Imagine what you’d have to do to be able to think of something that clever on the fly….. and yet rappers do it all the time.

Listening to rap and hip hop is when I’m the most happy…. because the only people who come close are bloggers like me.

Don’t Kill the Chicken

December 20, 2023December 20, 2023 ~ Leslie Lanagan ~ Leave a comment

What was the last thing you did for play or fun?

The last thing I did for play/fun was finally install Skyrim: Anniversary Edition on my new desktop. At first, I didn’t think 512 MB of VRAM was going to be enough for that game, but it runs flawlessly, even with scripts running in the background. I like Bethesda games because I have no problem toggling God mode and carrying a thousand pieces of firewood if it means only having to make one trip.

If you’ve never played Skyrim, it’s not really a video game so much as a classic role-playing game. You can buy a house. You can get married. You can invest in local businesses, or add a mod where you can literally build your own town (I use Silverstead Mine, but I like player homes so much I have mods for Dawnstar and Haafinger as well. Of the vanilla houses, I like Severin Manor the best, and if we’re not including Dragonborn/Dawnguard, I like Hjerim. Honorable mention to Vlindrel Hall, but even in video games I have trouble navigating steps, so seriously. Fuck Markarth and Proudspire Manor. 😛

The mod I use for a player home in Dawnstar is called “Morskom Estate,” and it’s just the most fun house I’ve ever had because it has a sauna and a dock with travel boat. In the Anniversary Edition, apparently you can take it fishing, but it’s most useful getting from Dawnstar to Solitude or Windhelm. Interestingly enough, it will only take you to Windhelm. It doesn’t make sense that you can’t “drive yourself” to Solstheim.

I also like the Serana Dialogue Overhaul, because it adds follower tweaks that Serana doesn’t have in the vanilla game. The best is that you get a spell to bring her to you. Before that, I had a bat file to take me to her, because Lord knows if you need a companion they are off doing God knows what…. Except Lydia. Lydia is always in front of the door you need. I get “Companion’s Insight” from a Black Book on Solstheim and I will literally hit her with a shield to get her to move out of the way. I do not advocate violence, but I do not have time for Lydia’s foolishness. She’s gotten me killed more than once.

Now that I’m an advanced player, I have access to magic that will actually accomplish something, like conjuring warriors instead of fighting myself. I also have spells that will cast a bow or a sword if I don’t want to carry them. I didn’t think those spells were very powerful, but I have taken down several things that I didn’t think I could. I enchant everything to make archery easier, so I’m guessing that spell is particularly powerful (the spell is called “Bound Bow”).

In fact, I downloaded a clean save that has all the main quests finished. Nexus has clean saves of all kinds, because we’ve all heard the same dialogue a million times. I have killed Alduin so many times I think he thinks, “oh my God. Not this bitch again…” Even with all the main quests finished, there’s still hundreds of hours I haven’t played, because I haven’t been able to install Anniversary Edition. Therefore, I haven’t had access to those mods (included in the game, but made by fans), nor have I played the most famous ones like:

Beyond Reach
Wheels of Lull
Vigilant
Darkend
Interactive College of Winterhold
Beyond Skyrim: Bruma

I’ve downloaded more than that, but these are the ones I haven’t done a complete playthrough. Beyond Skyrim: Bruma is particularly massive, because it’s basically putting half of Oblivion right into Skyrim (Oblivion is the previous game in The Elder Scrolls. I didn’t find it as much fun as Skyrim because there are no dragons there. However, the storyline is a banger and the main quest ended me emotionally. I have never in my lifetime been that surprised at a plot twist. I nearly fell out of my desk chair. If you haven’t played Oblivion, it will run on your computer far easier than Skyrim and it’s worth a look. But again, you can’t fight or ride a dragon………).

The best mod I’ve found if you like playing an explorer type is “Legacy of the Dragonborn,” and it’s even more beautiful in the Anniversary Edition. Basically, the museum is located in Solitude, and you can store all your stuff there. They’ll even give you a safehouse with every crafting station you can possibly imagine. There’s even a replicating device, so that if you want to use a weapon or whatever, you can make a fake and the original stays in your inventory. You’re walking around Skyrim doing archaeological digs, finding old coins, old weapons, etc. Just fascinating because it also covers weird gems, sea creatures, and a weird quest in which you go into your Natural Science wing and every creepy creature you’ve previously put stuffed on a pedestal comes alive…. except the dragons, because you have already taken their souls. I also don’t believe they can fly inside.

The best part of Skyrim is just exploring things. It would be fun even if you disabled all the combat, because you’re just meeting people, crafting items, selling stuff, and decorating your home.

In terms of organization, I use a mod to keep track of everything. You fill out an item list, and then you say “store all,” and everything goes back into the cabinet. You link the cabinet to your workbench or grindstone, you don’t have to carry ingots and leather and all that crap on you. All my soul gems and alchemy ingredients are arranged the same way. Although I did download a fish mod, too, because I have a hatchery in Haafinger, and you also get one at Winstead Manor (the Morthal player home). I’m almost ready to join the Thieves Guild so I can buy Shadowfoot Sanctum. 😉

I’ve said this before, but I love The Thieves Guild because it reminds me of spy shows. It’s not smash and bash unless you want it to be. The smart way is to use invisibility spells and, failing that, a soul trap dagger. 😉 It makes me happy to enchant a sword with a bandit who tried to kill me and didn’t know who he was messing with. I enchant and improve the shit out of everything, so if I hit you with an arrow or a bolt, you’re probably going to be dead in one hit. This is because as a long-range archer, most of the time it’s a sneak attack. There’s 3x damage for that, and my bow’s base damage is 512 before the Chaos Damage and Fire Damage enchantments.

Speaking of Chaos Damage, I think it’s the most effective enchantment in the game, and you can combine it with anything. Paralysis or Frost/Fire damage is most effective, but definitely use Frost Damage on Stahlrim weapons because frost enchantments are 20% more effective. Even so, a Stahlrim bow just does not have the power mine does- it’s made of dragon bone, with dragon bone arrows. I also carry a dragon bone sword. I would like to say I picked them up in the Soul Cairn, but no. I crafted them myself.

I have climbed up the ranks in Skyrim so many times that I have scripts for all that now. I load a clean save and then godmode the shit out of it. I have one that will give me all my smithing materials, and one that gives me Daedric armor and weapons, all the enchantments, all the Shouts, 90 dragon souls, one of every alchemy ingredient, maxes out health, stamina, and magika, sets my level at 81, and gives me all the perks in every tree. I can do that now. I paid my dues. 😉 I’m not giving myself an advantage, I’m not starting over every time I reinstall Skyrim. It’s still annoying to start a new game because you still have to unlock all the shouts, destroy all the enchanted items to gain the “recipe,” and I have to find a place to store everything I’m carrying when one bat file means I’m carrying 3,400 pounds.

A few things about Skyrim:

I see The Blades’ point.
- I have never agreed with them.
- I have never even looked up a video to see what happens if you kill Paarthurnax, nor could I blow up Megaton in Fallout 3.
I can’t play an outright evil character all the time.
- It’s always my Virgo nature vs. my morality in Skyrim because on the one hand, I don’t want to be evil. On the other, I cannot look at an empty display case. I must have the required item if it kills me.
- My favorite player home has a glitch where even if all three Elder Scrolls are in my inventory, it always says Dragon is missing. That’s why I keep my stuff in the museum, and how I became a shady character. You really have to watch with player home mods, because they aren’t always as stable as in-game homes….. in case you, also, hate to see empty display cases.

Legacy of the Dragonborn feels like Indiana Jones and Satchel from “Atomic Blonde” had a baby, and I’m here for it. The best part is that LotD has been around for so long that you can add display cases for all your mods as well.

There are a few places in Skyrim that I could go over and over. For instance, I have spent hours wandering around the Ancestor Glade. It’s so beautiful I can barely take it in. I also really, really love my house in Dawnstar because it’s up on the hill across from the docks and looks out over the water. Plus, there are those huge cauldrons full of coals that you light in both the front and back yards, plus the hanging lights in the living room. It’s really funny, I saw a playthrough of Morskom Estate where this woman was saying, “how do you light those things?!” I thought, “lady… you are a wizard.” (you point the Flames spell at it).

This is the first playthrough I’ve ever done as a Nord, because the clean save character was Nord and I didn’t bother to change it except for makeup and hair. Normally, I play Bosmer because they’re naturally good at archery. Even as an elf, I still love the Nordic carved armor and weapons. Even though I carry dragon bone, I’m constantly making Nordic carved swords and shields for my display cases.

The one annoying think is that you can really punch up Auriel’s bow to crazy o’clock damage, but in the Serana Dialogue Overhaul, she gives you no small amount of shit if you carry it. It’s the bow that killed her father, so she will badger the piss out of you if you take it out. The only way to stop that dialogue is to put it in the museum. I haven’t done that quest yet, so it has a slot at Haafinger Hall. It has a display room for all the masks, paragons, Black Books, special weapons/staffs, etc.

I’m a simple player, though. I get out there and either shoot long range or drink an invisibility potion. I don’t like to cut off heads, and I have in power moves. In fact, I just cut off Tilisu Severin’s head earlier….. not that I meant to, I just hit whatever mouse combination does a power move and her head sailed across the room. Oops, my bad. Should I leave a note?

Game mechanics are so weird. The funniest thing is using your Unrelenting Force to magically throw someone off a mountain. The best is a frost troll, no doubt. If I had to pick my least favorite villain, it’s the Forsworn, because there’s just so many of them, and they’re also good at ranged attacks. It’s amazing how many times you can be hit without noticing, then all of a sudden “thank God there’s a potion for that.”

Because Skyrim is so popular, it has been the source of many memes and is a fandom all its own… but really, there are only two rules. The first is “don’t kill a chicken.” Everyone in the town will start attacking you, and you’ll get bounties in whatever hold you’re in. I’ve never made that mistake, because it’s so storied I knew not to do it probably a year before I even played the game. The second rule is that you have to put a “muffle” enchantment on Lydia’s boots or she will 100% sell you out. She cannot sneak for shit, and she will get you killed, particularly in the early game when you have no way to stop her. There’s a mod called “Amazing Follower Tweaks” that helps with this, because you can change it where a companion never leads you into battle, they’re always behind you.

There are two mods that have made my playthroughs so much easier. The first is “Longer Candlelight and Magelight Spells.” It increases both spells to 10 in-game minutes, which is invaluable in dungeons because you don’t have to carry a torch. You rarely have to cast it more than twice. That way, you don’t have to use destruction magic, you can switch back to your bow or sword. Another thing I learned is that if you have “Candlelight” in one hand and “Bound Bow” in the other, you cannot cast a spell. That’s because “Bound Bow” becomes a two-handed weapon. If you know the game well enough to know what level enemy you’re going to be facing, it’s perfectly adequate. Just not as good as something crafted to “Legendary” status.

The other is Carriage and Ferry Travel Overhaul. It gets a little more specific. The first is that you can add a lanterns mod so it makes the carriages easier to see. The second is that it will take you to multiple places in the hold. You pick the hold, and then it will list the capital city and then a few around it. Like, if I’m going to Haafinger, it will ask if I want to be dropped off in Solitude or Dragon Bridge, etc. Very, very handy.

If I had to pick a favorite quest, it’s going to Wolfskull Cave and driving out the people trying to resurrect Potema, because the second half is so cool. I love crawling around in the Solitude crypts with vampires and skeletons. Also, “Marked for Death” and “Drain Vitality” are amazing shouts to use when you’re facing Potema herself.

If I had to pick a favorite character, there are three, all Dark Elves. The first is Geldis Saadri, owner and proprietor of The Retched Netch, the pub in Solstheim. The second is Councilor Morvayn, and this is totally because I think he’s hot in a weird way. The third is Neloth, the wizard that takes you to get the black book about Miraak. Neloth sounds like a bitchy queen and I love him SO MUCH. Just the way he talks alone. If we’re limiting ourselves to the vanilla game, it’s probably Karliah, but I won’t tell you why because I can’t tell you who she is without a spoiler. Perhaps you all do play Skyrim, and the spoiler is old, but I know my crowd. They don’t generally play any video games, much less fanatical about one.

I just enjoy playing this game once in a while. It’s more fun to be in that world over and over than it is to play new games because most people have comfort shows. It’s the same for me, mine is just interactive…. and because my computer is up to snuff, the game is stable. There is nothing like having an hour’s worth of gameplay hosed because of a scripting error. You boot the game up and think, “please have saved somewhere near where I was…” It hardly ever does, because Fallout 3 has a great mod for autosaving and Skyrim doesn’t, or at least, the ones I’ve tried haven’t worked, and in fact corrupted my save file worse.

That’s how I got onto the idea of “clean saves.” You need something that doesn’t already have dependencies on mods, so there are people who have run through the main quests at level one to make them as easy as possible so that the save still starts you out on a relatively low level. For some reason, there are people who like to make the game harder. I do not. I have potatoes to plant.

Whether I choose to plant them in Skyrim or Morrowind remains to be seen. I do so love Severin Manor. I found a mod called “TNF Homes” that redecorates every vanilla player home in the game. The only thing I don’t like is that Severin Manor already had all the crafting stations in the basement, and they took out the forge and the smelter.

And as we’ve established, that’s like half the game. I like to change clothes a lot. I just made mercenary armor…. for fun.