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#mylivejournal<\/a> #lj18<\/a> #happybirthday<\/a><\/p>"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:auntmo9:53464","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/auntmo9.livejournal.com\/53464.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/auntmo9.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=53464"}}],"title":"I voted today...barely","published":"2016-11-08T17:42:57Z","updated":"2016-11-08T17:42:57Z","category":[{"@attributes":{"term":"real life"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"rant"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"i can't make this stuff up"}}],"content":"I haven’t posted much recently. And I don’t post much on my personal Facebook. When I do, nothing is political. That holds true for this post, too. That doesn’t mean I don’t have political views. Quite the opposite. I have pretty strong ones. I just don’t share them online. I teach a course at work, a large part of which is about communication. Do you realize that our communication is only 7% words? The rest of it is body language and vocal elements (tone of voice, pitch, etc.). All of that is lost online. So even if I disagree with you, you might not realize that I do so in a respectful and understanding way. Or if I am having a bad day, maybe just the opposite. And perhaps that is why we have ever increasing anger in our society. People so easily take offense and jump to conclusion because they don’t hear or see the rest of it. Crowley<\/span>’s Covert Christmas Fic Exchange!!<\/span> <\/span><\/p> “How come I’m dragging your ass to the mall on a Saturday, Sammy?” Dean grumbled as he pulled open the oversized glass door.<\/span><\/p> <\/p> “We’ve been over this, Dean,” Sam huffed as he blew the hair out of his eyes. “It’s because you won’t let me drive your precious car, and this is the closest place on Mr. Zimmerman’s list to get the supplies I need for my project. Unless you want to drive into Manhattan?”<\/span><\/p> <\/p> “No way! This place is close enough to New York as it is. I can’t believe Dad had to come here for a hunt.” <\/span><\/p> <\/p> “Well, I suppose people need help everywhere, Dean.”<\/span><\/p> <\/p> Dean’s eye caught a poster on the wall as they walked through the mall, and he put a hand on Sam’s chest to stop him. “Whoa…would you look at that. Dr. Drake Ramoray is going to be here in this mall signing autographs, and look at the date on this thing. He’s here today…this thing starts in thirty minutes. You’re on your own, Sammy. I gotta go see this guy.”<\/span><\/p> <\/p> “To get a doctor’s autograph? Why? What did he do, cure cancer? Oh, I know,” Sam said with a smirk. “Did he find a way for people to eat all of the cheeseburgers and pie they want without getting indigestion?”<\/span><\/p> <\/p> A dreamy look briefly crossed Dean’s face. “No, but I bet he could if he wanted to. He has the most amazing life story, so much better than the story of that douche bag from the same town that left after a near fatal accident because of he couldn’t get over his ex-girlfriend.” <\/span><\/p> <\/p> “What the hell are you talking about, Dean?” Sam asked, confusion plastered across his face.<\/span><\/p> <\/p> “Dr. Drake. Geesh, keep up, Sammy! Everyone thought he died a few years ago. He fell down an elevator shaft and had so much neurological damage that the only neurologist that could have saved him was obviously himself, and that wasn’t going to happen, so everyone thought he died, but really he had just been in this coma for years, and then, miraculously, he had a brain transplant and came back!”<\/span><\/p> <\/p> Sam’s look changed from confusion to incredulity. “Dean! There is no such thing as a brain transplant. If there were, it would have been all over the news.”<\/span><\/p> <\/p> Dean looked askance at his brother as they continued to walk through the mall. “Of course not, nitwit, not in real life! But Dr. Drake is on TV, on Days of Our Lives<\/i>, one of the best freakin’ shows ever!”<\/span><\/p> <\/p> “Is this like the Clooney thing?” Sam asked with a laugh.<\/span><\/p> <\/p> “No way, Sammy,’’ Dean answered with a shit-eating grin. “This is even better because I’m going to meet Joey Tribbiani today!”<\/span><\/p> <\/p> “Wait. Who is Joey Tribbiani?” Sam asked, once again confused. “I thought you were going to meet some TV doctor.”<\/span><\/p> <\/p> “He’s the actor who plays Dr. Drake. Seriously, Sam. Try to keep up. Look! There he is! I can’t believe my luck. Let’s go!” Dean exclaimed as he grabbed his brother by the shirt and pulled him across the concourse.<\/span><\/p> <\/p> “Oh god, Dean. Please don’t embarrass me.”<\/span><\/p> <\/p> “Hey, Joey!” Dean shouted and waved. “Dr. Drake. How you<\/i> doing?!”<\/span><\/p> <\/p> ~*~<\/span><\/p> <\/p> “So, tell me again why you are going to the mall with me? You guys hate the personal appearance things. I hate these personal appearance things. People get weird. The best thing about them is I get free sandwiches out of the deal,” Joey said while walking down the mall concourse with Ross Geller at his side.<\/span><\/p> <\/p> “I told you, I got a call at the museum from some guy asking about chupacabras, some mythical creature. Supposedly, some people think they are dog-like. This guy thinks they are some sort of ancient reptile, and he wanted to pick my brain, and if there is some ancient reptile in the area, maybe they’re related to dinosaurs somehow. It could be a cool discovery, if I could get in on it.”<\/span><\/p> <\/p> “So, what does that have to do with a Mexican sandwich…which we are now totally getting when we're done with this thing.” Joey got a faraway look in his eye as he thought about going to get his favorite food.<\/span><\/p> <\/p> “What?” Ross, like most people, was confused by what Joey was talking about.<\/span><\/p> <\/p> “The Mexican sandwich. The chalupa.”<\/span><\/p> <\/p> “Not a chalupa, Joey, a chupacabra. It is a creature, which this guy said he was hunting, and now that I think about it, that is kind of weird.”<\/span><\/p> <\/p> “Of course it’s weird,” Joey pointed out. “Why hunt for a Mexican sandwich when you can find it at every Taco Bell around?”<\/span><\/p> <\/p> “Joey, I told you. You know what, never mind,” Ross said, exasperated, as he glanced across the hall to see two guys angling their way toward them. “It looks like your adoring public has found you.”<\/span><\/p> “Hey, Joey! Dr. Drake. How you<\/i> doing?!”<\/span><\/p> <\/p> ~*~<\/span><\/p> <\/p> “So at first, Joey thought Dean was hitting on him using his own pick up line,” Gabriel said, wiping tears of laughter out of his eyes, ”but once they started trading sandwich secrets, they talked for so long that Joey almost missed his appearance.”<\/span><\/p> <\/p> “Yeah, it was kind of funny,” Sam said with his own laugh, “and once I realized Dr. Geller was a paleontologist, I picked his brain, too. Got an ‘A’ on my school project.”<\/span><\/p> <\/p> “Sammy, you would’ve gotten an ‘A’ even without the help of that museum nerd,” Dean observed. Grabbing a handful of Skittles out of the archangel’s bag, he continued, “And where were you that you managed to be able to share that little tale?”<\/span><\/p> <\/p> “Well, being a janitor never goes out of style,” Gabriel answered. Giving Crowley a long look he continued, “There’s garbage everywhere to clean up, and no one really pays attention to the people who have to do the dirty work.”<\/span><\/p> <\/p> “I’ll second that,” Sam answered as he grabbed the empty beer bottles and headed to the kitchen to get more.<\/span><\/p> <\/p> “Of course, Dean-o,” Gabriel said, “there is another TV doctor that even Sasquatch here doesn’t know about.”<\/span><\/p> <\/p> “What?” Crowley said mockingly. “Dean is keeping something from Moose? I’m shocked!”<\/span><\/p> <\/p> “Zip it, Crowley,” Sam snapped, walking back into the room with another round of beers. “Like a TV doctor is the worst thing Dean ever kept from me? It’s not like he ever told me about the rest of these guys right away. So, who is it this time, Dean? Someone on the sci-fi side like Dr. McCoy or Dr. Who? Or maybe a baddie like Dr. Evil or Dr. Horrible? Oh, I know! Maybe it’s a nerd like Dr. Sheldon Cooper!”<\/span><\/p> <\/p> “Nice try, kiddo,” Gabriel laughed, tossing back some Junior Mints, “but this one has a bit more in common with you knuckleheads than either of you would care to admit.”<\/span><\/p> <\/p> ~*~<\/span><\/p> <\/p> Dean leaned back against the pillow with a sigh. Sam was off at Best Buy getting his geek on, and he had a rare few moments to himself in the motel to relax. Not much to do, but channel surfing was always an option. Of course, even with free cable, you could have eighty channels and still have nothing to watch on a Tuesday afternoon.<\/span><\/p> <\/p> “OK, I can live with M*A*S*H<\/i> reruns,” Dean said to an empty room as he dropped the remote on the bed next to him. “Because Days of Our Lives<\/i> is not the same since Dr. Drake Ramoray rejected his brain transplant and went to that big hospital in TV Land heaven.”<\/span> <\/span><\/span><\/p> Dean watched in contented silence for a few minutes before muttering, “Charles Emerson Winchester III. No freakin’ way that dude is a Winchester. He is too arrogant, rude, and annoying.”<\/span><\/p> <\/p> “I thought arrogant, rude, and annoying were the three legs of the stool that you Winchesters sat on?”<\/span><\/p> <\/p> Dean whipped his head around to see Gabriel casually lying on the other bed, head propped up on his arm, cheeky grin plastered on his face.<\/span><\/p> <\/p> “What the hell are you doing here?” Dean snarled. “I thought we left you behind in Ohio.”<\/span><\/p> <\/p> “Oh, you’re bored and alone. I’m bored and alone,” Gabriel answered in a sing-song voice. “I thought to myself, why not?”<\/span><\/p> <\/p> “I’ll tell you why not. I will fry your ass in holy oil, that’s why,” Dean growled as he jumped off the bed.<\/span><\/p> <\/p> “You think I didn’t send that off into Never-Neverland before I landed here, bucko? I’m not an idiot.”<\/span><\/p> <\/p> “No, you just play one on TV,” Dean muttered.<\/span><\/p> <\/p> “Speaking of which, it seems as though Dr. Sexy is not the only TV doctor that our Dean-o here seems to like,” Gabriel purred as he glanced back at the television.<\/span><\/p> <\/p> “What? Winchester? No way!” Dean protested. “He is an arrogant dick!”<\/span><\/p> <\/p> Gabriel raised an eyebrow. “Like I said, not the only Winchester that could be described that way, but this show isn’t just about one doctor, and if I look up close and personal into your VCR, I see a deep and abiding fascination with doctors that doesn’t begin or end with Dr. Sexy. I should’ve known.”<\/span><\/p> <\/p> “Should’ve known what?” Dean asked nervously.<\/span><\/p> <\/p> “Oh, this is going to be fun,” Gabriel chuckled as he raised his hand to snap his fingers.<\/span><\/p> <\/p> Dean held up his hands and frantically waved them at the Trickster. “No, no…not again…”<\/span><\/p> <\/p> ~*~<\/span><\/p> <\/p> The next thing he knew, Dean found himself lying on the ground, looking up at the engine of a vehicle, a Jeep most likely. The heat and humidity were suddenly oppressive, and as he wiped his face, his hand came back with oil in addition to sweat. Well, he thought to himself, at least this seems like something he should be able to handle this time.<\/span><\/p> <\/p> He heard a rumble in the distance that didn’t quite sound like thunder, and then someone was standing at the edge of the Jeep, and a voice that sounded somewhat familiar bellowed, “Rizzo, is that Jeep going to be ready soon? I want to leave today, not next week!”<\/span><\/p> <\/p> Dean slid out from under the Jeep and stood up. ”Winchester. Charles Winchester,” he sputtered.<\/span><\/p> <\/p> “That’s Major or Doctor to you, Rizzo,” the man said as his eyes narrowed on Dean. “Now when is that blasted Jeep going to be ready? I want to leave for Seoul today, so I can make the best use of my R & R!”<\/span><\/p> <\/p> “Dammit, Gabriel! I’m going to kill you for this,” Dean muttered as he spun around to check on the condition of the Jeep.<\/span><\/p> <\/p> “What’s that, man?” Charles bellowed. “Speak clearly. You can’t go through life muttering.”<\/span><\/p> <\/p> “The Jeep is not ready, sir<\/i>,” Dean answered through gritted teeth, as he wiped more sweat off his brow.<\/span><\/p> <\/p> “What?” exclaimed the major in frustration as he began pacing. “Why not? Colonel Potter explicitly said I could have one today.”<\/span><\/p> <\/p> “This one ain’t ready,” Dean pointed out. “Unless you want one without a fully functioning engine. There is oil leaking out of her, and until I can fix it, you’re out of luck.”<\/span><\/p> <\/p> “Well then, give me another one,” the doctor said, as if it were that simple.<\/span><\/p> <\/p> Dean glanced around the motor pool. “There is only one working Jeep left, sir, and I can’t leave the 4077 without a vehicle while you are on leave.”<\/span><\/p> <\/p> “That is unacceptable!” Major Winchester growled while pointing to the Jeep Dean had just been under. “Fix it!”<\/span><\/p> <\/p> Dean plastered on his best smile as he remembered where he was. “Pardon, sir, but unless you’re a magician and your finger is a magic wand, you pointing at it and telling me to fix it is about as good as telling your tent mates to close down the still.”<\/span><\/p> <\/p> “Why. I. Never.” Charles sputtered out as his face began to turn red.<\/span><\/p> <\/p> “I just bet you haven’t,” Dean answered as he casually wiped off his tools.<\/span><\/p> <\/p> As the pair continued to go round and round, neither of the men noticed the approach of Colonel Potter.<\/span><\/p> <\/p> “Winchester!” bellowed Potter. <\/span><\/p> <\/p> “What?!” they both shouted while turning to look at the Commanding Officer.<\/span><\/p> <\/p> “He was speaking to me.” Major Winchester glanced at Dean with both curiosity and disdain before continuing, “Is there something that I can help you with, Colonel?”<\/span><\/p> <\/p> “If you could quit your arguing for a gosh darn minute, I may have a solution for your dilemma.”<\/span><\/p> <\/p> “Dilemma, sir? There is no dilemma,” the major answered calmly. “This man simply needs to give me the Jeep you promised me.”<\/span><\/p> <\/p> “Cut the bull crap, Winchester! <\/span>They can hear you two arguing all the way back at HQ!” Potter exclaimed, nearly getting into the major’s face. “Now, I can spare Rizzo for few hours. He can take you over to the 8063rd, and you can use one of their Jeeps to get to Seoul. Just know, I am only doing this to get you out of my hair for a few days. Capiche?”<\/span><\/p> <\/p> “Ride with this cretin?” Charles asked incredulously, looking at Dean.<\/span><\/p> <\/p> “Would you rather walk?” Potter asked. Turning to go he added, “I’m afraid that’s the best we can do. Take it or leave it.”<\/span><\/p> <\/p> “Fine,” Charles grudgingly agreed. “I will take it. I am ready when you are, Rizzo.”<\/span><\/p> <\/p> Dean bit back a chuckle. “Your chariot awaits, sir. Just remember, driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole.”<\/span><\/p> <\/p> “What music? There is no music in these horrible contraptions.” Winchester threw his bags in the back as he climbed in the passenger seat.<\/span><\/p> <\/p> “Probably for the best,” Dean acknowledged as he started the Jeep up. “We would probably have to listen to something awful, like K-pop.”<\/span><\/p> <\/p> “K-pop? Whatever is that?” the major asked. “If it is anything like the Boston Pops, then yes, I am sure that someone like you would find it quite distasteful.”<\/span><\/p> <\/p> “Someone like me?” Dean asked slightly offended as he pulled out of the M*A*S*H unit. He shook his head slightly as he couldn’t believe what passed for roads in rural Korea. “Dude, how do you even know what someone like me is like? You haven’t even taken five minutes to get to know me.”<\/span><\/p> <\/p> “But you presume to know me?” his passenger replied with a sideways glance.<\/span><\/p> <\/p> “I think I know a thing or two about Major Charles Emerseon Winchester III.”<\/span><\/p> <\/p> “Oh, pray tell,” Charles replied with a roll of the eyes. He then grabbed onto the side of the Jeep as they hit a large hole in the road. “And watch where you are going.”<\/span><\/p> <\/p> “Hey, complain to the Chinese about the road conditions, not me. They’re the ones bombing the place,” Dean snapped back as he swerved to avoid another road hazard. “So, about you. Your’re from Boston. <\/span>You were at Boston General, <\/span>Chief of Thoracic Surgery there. You have a sister. You like pranks, and you think you are above all of this, but you still like Marvel comics and the Three Stooges because well, dude, who doesn’t?”<\/span><\/p> <\/p> “How could you possibly know all of that?” Winchester asked incredulously. “And I beg to differ. I do not like Marvel comics. I like Captain Marvel.”<\/span><\/p> <\/p> “Whatever, you might want to re-think Marvel comics in the future,” Dean said with a knowing smile. “And I know all of that because, dude, I know my tele…I pay attention, okay. I’m not some oaf in the motor pool.”<\/span><\/p> <\/p> “You surprise me, Rizzo,” Winchester admitted begrudgingly. “You are not the lowlife from Louisiana I thought you were.”<\/span><\/p> <\/p> “Well, if we are being honest, I’ve told people that you give all Winchesters a bad name, but I don’t think that’s the truth.”<\/span><\/p> <\/p> “What does it matter to you if Winchesters have a bad name?” Charles asked, looking at Dean more closely than he had before. “And exactly how many Winchesters do you know?”<\/span><\/p> <\/p> “The answers to all of that would surprise you too, dude,” Dean said with his cheeky grin as he pulled into the 8063rd, “but you don’t have time for that. Your next chariot awaits.”<\/span><\/p> <\/p> ~*~<\/span><\/p> <\/p> “So, did Gabriel bring you back after that?” Sam asked as he brought in a pizza and some beers to the group, placing them just short of Crowley’s reach.<\/span><\/p> <\/p>
This isn’t about my political views, just about my voting experience. I am leaving the comments open, but because I haven’t shared my political views, I would appreciate it if you would respect that and only comment on my experience. And yours, if you have had similar ones.
So this is my worrisome voter experience this morning. Of course it was very busy at 6: 15 a.m. at the elementary school, in the heart of the Midwestern US, like I am sure it has been across the rest of the country today. This is a very important, tense and challenging Presidential election for all of us. I wish I could say that voting itself was the easiest part of the process.
Considering the high voter for the last two Presidential elections, the election officials at my polling place have been very organized. This election, however, they are doing something new. Instead of the traditional method of comparing your form of ID (driver’s license, voter’s registration card, etc.), they have a new electronic scanner wherein they scan your ID, or a mailer they sent out last week with a bar code on it. This mailer had a mock ballot and included information on it that you could use it as an acceptable form of ID.
Now I have lived at my current address for 13 years. I have voted in every national, state and the majority of local elections. I have never had a problem voting in the traditional method in which my name and address appeared on the paper rolls. But today, when my driver’s license was scanned, I was informed that I could not be located in their system. My heart dropped beyond my stomach to the bottom of my feet. So I was sent to another line. My ID was scanned again in the second line. After a few excruciating minutes, the gentleman found me in the system and then asked me if all the information on the electronic screen he presented me was correct. It wasn’t. My date of birth was wrong, so I told him. By now my heart had found its way back into my chest but it was beating so hard I thought it was going to burst through. He looked at my driver’s license for a very long time as it had my correct birthdate on it. Eventually he said he would “let me” vote. I am not sure if I was more scared at being told that I wasn’t in the system or that someone would “let me” vote after having been at the same polling place for almost half of my voting life.
But it doesn’t end there. I had chosen a paper ballot for many reasons and there was a bit of a line for that. While we were waiting, another election official started handing out ink pens and told us we could start filling out our ballots if we didn’t want to wait for a booth. The entire purpose of having a booth is so that our ballots can be cast in private, not standing in an open line with strangers next to that can see over your shoulder.
Most people did not seem to have a problem with either of these things. I saw most of the people get through the line without having any issue with their ID being scanned and I also saw people using the mailer as well. There were also people around me in line that started to fill out their ballots before getting to a booth. But I am flabbergasted that in one of the most important elections in my lifetime, that a new system of identifying voters would be used without seeing if there would be issues that needed to be addressed and fixed first. I am less shocked that people would give up their voting privacy given what I see online every day. We have seen things like people taking a selfie with their ballot and posting on social media during early voting. But in several places, that can invalidate your vote.
I am still nauseous about all of this. I got to vote today and I am thankful for that. I hope these types of problems are few and far in between.<\/a>"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:auntmo9:52615","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/auntmo9.livejournal.com\/52615.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/auntmo9.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=52615"}}],"title":"4th Annual Spring Fic and Art Exchange at spn_bigpretzel","published":"2015-03-31T20:03:32Z","updated":"2015-03-31T20:07:57Z","category":{"@attributes":{"term":"big pretzel"}},"content":"![](\"https:\/\/ic.pics.livejournal.com\/auntmo9\/30609696\/23864\/23864_600.jpg\")
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<\/a>dizzojay<\/b><\/a><\/span><\/div>![](\"https:\/\/l-stat.livejournal.net\/img\/community.gif?v=556?v=124.6\")
<\/a>spn_bigpretzel<\/b><\/a><\/span> started the tradition of hosting a Spring Fic Exchange and it has become one of the hallmarks of that community!<\/b>
The Author sign-ups for this year's exchange have begun (Artist will sign up at a later date). For more details, or if you want to sign up, then come on over to the Big Pretzel <\/a>and see what all the fuss is about!<\/div><\/div>"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:auntmo9:52017","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/auntmo9.livejournal.com\/52017.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/auntmo9.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=52017"}}],"title":"Crowley's Christmas Wish List","published":"2014-11-29T18:24:57Z","updated":"2014-11-29T18:25:41Z","category":[{"@attributes":{"term":"wish list"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"crowley"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"christmas"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"big pretzel"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"i did what again?"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"holidays"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"supernatural"}}],"content":"![](\"https:\/\/i554.photobucket.com\/albums\/jj421\/mamapranayama\/64e11d30-fdba-49a9-8476-82e29b172afa_zps5e164307.jpg\")
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One of my co-mods, the King of Hell himself, is hosting a Holiday Wish List Exchange over at ![](\"https:\/\/l-stat.livejournal.net\/img\/community.png?v=556&v=915\")
<\/a>spn_bigpretzel<\/b><\/a><\/span>.
(Remind me again <\/a>dizzojay<\/b><\/a><\/span>, <\/a>mamapranayama<\/b><\/a><\/span> and<\/a>lolaann1<\/b><\/a><\/span> why we ever agreed to letting him help run the comm in the first place?)
Anyway, head on over there<\/a> to make a wish or grant a wish. You know you want to!<\/span><\/b><\/div>"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:auntmo9:51819","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/auntmo9.livejournal.com\/51819.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/auntmo9.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=51819"}}],"title":"Happy Thanksgiving!","published":"2014-11-27T21:15:12Z","updated":"2014-11-27T21:15:12Z","content":"Happy Thanksgiving everyone! I know I haven't been around here much lately. Mostly because real life and work have been absolutely crazy. I hope that will change soon. But I do have a lot to be thankful for. I hope you all have a wonderful day whether celebrate this holiday or not. And I hope to have more here soon."},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:auntmo9:51535","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/auntmo9.livejournal.com\/51535.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/auntmo9.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=51535"}}],"title":"auntmo9 @ 2014-11-24T20:09:00","published":"2014-11-25T02:09:09Z","updated":"2014-11-25T02:09:09Z","category":{"@attributes":{"term":"st. louis"}},"content":"I don't think I've ever been more nervous for my city."},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:auntmo9:51287","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/auntmo9.livejournal.com\/51287.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/auntmo9.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=51287"}}],"title":"Crowley's Covert Christmas Fic Exchange","published":"2014-11-10T23:51:23Z","updated":"2014-11-10T23:52:33Z","category":{"@attributes":{"term":"supernatural"}},"content":"![\"Crowley](\"https:\/\/ic.pics.livejournal.com\/crowleysxmas\/72811600\/901\/901_900.jpg\" "\\"Crowley")
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<\/a>dizzojay<\/b><\/a><\/span><\/span><\/p>
Of course, anyone dealing with Crowley should know well enough to check contract for the fine print<\/a>.<\/p>"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:auntmo9:51091","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/auntmo9.livejournal.com\/51091.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/auntmo9.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=51091"}}],"title":"Accentuate the Positive","published":"2014-06-15T00:15:45Z","updated":"2014-06-15T00:16:15Z","category":[{"@attributes":{"term":"spn"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"fandom can be wonderful"}}],"content":"Originally posted by <\/a>quickreaver<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Hey, gang. You know how fed up you get with fandom wank sometimes? I know I do. But here's a small thing we can do that might cause a bigger ripple.
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<\/a>honeylocusttree<\/b><\/a><\/span>, this Thunderclap<\/a> is a way we can potentially shine a light on being KIND instead of crotchety towards each other in fandom.
Being a part of a fandom can impact your life far more than expected. We find ourselves relating to the characters more deeply, we meet folks that turn into genuine friends, we participate in charity events that make the world better, spurred on by our fandom relations...see how it goes? But it can get vitriolic too, for a whole host of reasons.
This simple reminder, trying to take one day to sit back and do nothing but be patient and tolerant and wank-free, is a step in the right direction. That's all it is! No donations, no nuthin' but a promise to can the wank for one...single...day.
Easy, right? July 12 is that day. Sign up HERE<\/a>."},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:auntmo9:50728","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/auntmo9.livejournal.com\/50728.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/auntmo9.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=50728"}}],"title":"The King of Cable 2\/2","published":"2014-05-27T02:20:25Z","updated":"2014-05-27T02:23:09Z","category":[{"@attributes":{"term":"genre: comedy"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"genre: crossover"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"character: gabriel"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"character: crowley"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"character: sam winchester"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"character: dean winchester"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"supernatural"}}],"content":"Part 1<\/a>