So yesterday, Zoomboy had a seeding tournament. It consisted of four mini-games, to determine which division the teams were in.  Mate’s team (and thus, Zoomboy’s) won all four games. I told Mate he shouldn’t get used to it, because now they were in a higher division. He was still excited– his team did really well…. Read More

*** In Amy news, huzzah! I wrote my e-mail and talked too much and Zoomboy’s principal said he could switch math classes. Now, holy crap baby, you’d better not suck. That’s all I’ve got to say, you’d better not suck.  Anyway– on to SuperBat, and I think the ending of this chapter.  Should I tag… Read More

Qua da fuq, cat. Qua da fuq. So, tonight was back to school night for Zoomboy, and I’ve got to say– I was irritated as hell. I’m about to be a diva mom– forgive me. As a former teacher I should know better, but I’ve gained some perspective since then– and it doesn’t always skew… Read More

So, yes, fan fiction tomorrow, I promise. See, my phone has been dying all day. Mate and I are trying to figure out why it’s not charging, hardly at all, and why it’s hemorrhaging power and bandwidth, but since I rely on it a lot, it’s been a pain in the ass. So, Mate called… Read More

The promised fanfic– but first, a brief Mate moment:  We were watching 48 Hours when we started giggling. It seems that we can’t ever watch a movie about San Quentin without remembering the time I accidentally traveled that bridge THREE TIMES because Mate was taking a nap and the detour was REALLY DAMNED CONFUSING.  “All… Read More

First off, I’m still writing some more on that SuperBat fic I started last night. I want to see what happens, and if your’e not in a political frame of mind, just blow right by this. Second of all–I’m not putting this out on social media, because I know it invites debate and anger. I’m… Read More

“Get out of here, Wayne!”  Superman gritted his teeth and pushed his bulk against the iron door. “This blast is going to take you out.” Batman didn’t deign to answer. He was busy playing finger-dance on a control panel that he swore, left and right, was going to stop the bomb from going off. “Get them… Read More

Today, Mate and I had a sort of “nothing” day. I wrote– a lot. I cleaned off the kitchen table– a little.  We watched the following movies: Singing in the Rain, Nine to Five, The Gift, one episode of Frankie and Grace, the last episode of True Detectives (and dammit– I wanted them all to… Read More

Mate was reading his phone this morning.  I came in and read over his shoulder. “Who’s that?” I asked. “Sports news.” “Bout whom?” He laughed, because, you know. I apparently don’t know my football players.  “Aaron Rodgers.  He’s a football player for Green Bay.” “Oh– did he get traded?” “No– he’s dating someone hot.” “Ooh…… Read More

(I KNOW this photo isn’t copy righted, since I took it!) I thought we did… Bruce Wayne wasn’t afraid of heights. No, he couldn’t fly. *snort* As it. And yes, if someone decided to shoot him out of the sky as he sat, leaning back on the glass plating that was angled forty-five degrees on… Read More