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I am flying to London for a week, to meet up with an old, old friend. I'll be back next weekend, and if anyone needs me, I will be completely reachable.
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[12 Jan 2009|06:25am] |
Right.
So, we've got people back now. Has anything else gone to hell (or should I say heaven?) or can we relax for a few days?
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[04 Jan 2009|10:16am] |
I'm going to kill someone.
Again.
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[23 Dec 2008|03:03am] |
Life's only as complicated as you make it, and people are *all* that matters.
I need to remember it.
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[10 Dec 2008|07:54am] |
If you're going to start a fight, try not starting one with the guy sitting at the end of the bar, minding his own business.
For one thing, it's just rude. For another, it's likely to turn out that he's ex-military and *will* hand your ass to you, on a silver platter. More importantly, never hit someone in the mouth. You'll cut yourself on their teeth, their spit will end up in your wound and *you* will spend the next month on your knees in front of the toilet, praying that you're not really going to die, instead of just wishing you were.
I swear to god, I just wanted to eat in peace.
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[30 Nov 2008|09:04pm] |
Hello. My name's Jack.
I'd like to say that the introduction isn't necessary, but given how out of touch with everyone I've been -- Well, let's just say, I think a re-introduction's the least of what I owe folks.
What's been happening and what have I missed? In people's lives, not the city.
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[20 Oct 2008|08:06am] |
Spending the night on the beach, with a fire and a good friend, is one of those little things in life that not even Tampa insanity or HIV can make less than absolutely beautiful.
( Jason )
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| Third Person, Closed. |
[01 Oct 2008|06:06am] |
Jack was doing pretty damn well, all things considered. He'd kissed and made up with Jay, he was still stalking Hank's ass with both patience and determination, and he'd finally stopped feeling like he was living in the bathroom, thanks to his return to HAART.
He was out of touch with everyone, thanks to the time he'd spent re-acclimating to his medication, but he'd managed to at least keep up with work -- both at the college and at the research facility. It was much, much easier to catch up with people than bills, and he'd learned that lesson the hard way, years ago.
Now all he had to do was *do it*.
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[16 Aug 2008|09:59am] |
Monday's D-day.
That makes this weekend on hell of a party. Who's bringing the booze?
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[25 Jul 2008|11:42am] |
Jack didn't ask about the future.
He had opportunity. It would have been easy to get busy, get engaged in all the various potential outcomes of different universes, try to track the similarities, the differences and the points of divergence. It would have been an interesting project, and would have kept his brain busy for weeks, if not months.
But he didn't.
He didn't ask, he didn't track, he kept his brain in work and reality and the right here, and right now.
He'd learned that lesson well. First from all of eternity stretched out before him in an unbroken chain of minutes and hours and days bleeding into years and decades and millenia. He'd learned to live in the now, because the future was too big, too much, too bright and sometimes too cold. He'd learned it in this life from the other side. Learned to live in the seconds and minutes and hours, because even another day wasn't a promise. Learned to just breathe and be.
He was dead in the future. There wasn't a doubt in his mind about that.
No doubt, either, that he'd live the life he'd been given, for however long he was given it. All of eternity or just today.
He locked his door, slid on a pair of sunglasses and went out into the bright sunshine and salt air, grinning. Right now could be pretty dazzling, too.
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[08 Jul 2008|04:25pm] |
We've just passed the seventh day in the seventh month. I am positive that means we've had something earth shattering happened within the city. I didn't notice; the only earth moving experience I had involved Jason.
If anyone needs me, I'll be sprawled somewhere, purring in the sun. Feel free not to disturb me to tell me it's the end of the world as we know it.
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[29 Jun 2008|12:30pm] |
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If anyone needs me for anything, now is the time.
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[24 Jun 2008|08:41am] |
Six days.
And counting.
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[14 Jun 2008|03:35pm] |
( Private )
I can not be the only person to get the Aretha Franklin song stuck in my head, every time I see (or hear) someone talking about Pride.
( Torchwood and Doctor Who )
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[31 May 2008|03:21pm] |
I keep thinking I should be getting worked up about Tampa craziness (in general) and the looming threat of personal insanity (in particular), but it's not happening.
I feel better than I have in years, (most of) Tampa's crazy can be handled by going to the complex or getting out of the city, and I can't do a thing about the memories waiting to shove themselves into my head.
What I can do is enjoy a gorgeous summer.
Eat, drink and be merry. The crap'll always be there. The summer won't.
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| Third Person, Closed |
[17 May 2008|10:49am] |
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All things considered, and Jack being Jack, it probably wasn't much of a surprise that Jack had not the faintest inclination to find it weird that he was betrothed to Zoe. He did find the restrictions on sex, and general idea of proper behavior, really, really, annoying. Stupid people. Stupid categories. Stupid rules.
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[06 May 2008|06:04pm] |
I've gained 8 pounds in 6 days. I can't quite decide if I'm amused or horrified, but I'm not about to open it up for voting.
( Geoff, Zach, Fernando, Kiko )
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[26 Apr 2008|06:28am] |
I'm going off meds for three months, starting on Thursday.
Next weekend, I'm celebrating.
And before anyone asks: No, not with cheese.
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