TNT stole my cast!

Originally published at Memoirs of a Nobody. You can comment here or there.

With the new TNT series, Leverage coming closer and closer to air, it’s hard not to see the similarities between the cast of characters on the show, and my characters from Conjour’s Masquerade.

There are obvious differences of course, the head of the group is not twenty-four such as my character, I have different ‘jobs’ for my group, not to mention we’d have to add a seventeen-year-old amputee and remove the cute blond (unless you count Kiden’s split personality, Kidoko who is a rather lot like Parker).

It’s just…weird, seeing so many characters so close to what I’ve been writing for a while now. I know that no idea is original, but really, very, very strange. And it’s making it hard to write as I keep seeing scenes from the previews that I want to sneak into CM.

At least I know that the show, won’t end anywhere near where my story will. *grins*

Which reminds me, I should start working on CM9, since I quit Nano. And probably the next chapter of Faded Roses, since a reader requested it specifically.

Owie…

Originally published at Memoirs of a Nobody. You can comment here or there.

I’m never listening to my mother again.  Seriously, next time she tells me which road to take, I’m going the other way.  Even if there isn’t an other way.

Scene: Me (the driver who hates driving large cars, like our shiny new SUV), Mum (le genius).

Mum: I want you to be careful, go slowly, and take old highway 99 (the highway in use before the shiny I-5 freeway) so that you don’t have to deal with other traffic.
Me: Right-o. *grabs keys, kisses mum and heads off to go grocery shopping before heading home*

An hour later…

Me: *happily having a ciggy while listening to George Carlin on my Ipod, watching the dark, dark road when all of a sudden OMGDEER!* Ohhhh shite! *slams on brakes and gets to know my seatbelt up close and personal*
Deer: OMGCar! *dashes*

Deer meet front bumper, front bumper meet deer.

Neck pain, meet vicodin!

OW! Fucking hell it still hurts. And the whole half an hour drive home I was flipping out that I not only damaged our shiny new car…but our insurance lapsed TODAY because we can’t find 70$ for the payment. I get to McDonalds and pull in to get dinner and see how dead I am…

Not a flipping scratch ANYWHERE on the front and side where I hit the deer. And I know I hit the deer, I felt it! Hell, I’m still feeling it.

In other news, Mum was transfered to Rouge River, down south from here by about…two hours. So I can’t visit her again, but I get to talk to her. It’s said to be a good place, so I’m happy with that. And…slightly happy I can’t visit her because things aren’t going well between us. She’s blaming me still, partially, about her depression (because I bitch and moan about being sick…it’s what I do, damnit! I complain and I like complaining!), and in addition to that, she’s still being rather verbally abusive to me, taking out her anger and frustration about things on me, yet whining when I get pissed off (and rightly so I think) about the fact I’m paying her the equivalent of 470$ without seeing a dime returned, even when she all but swears on her life she will pay me back. I know she’s my mum and some things should slide, but…I would kind of like to have a freaking dollar to myself to be able to buy a new book or SOMETHING!

Arg, and speaking of that, she did it AGAIN! I had fifty dollars left over after covering my bills and rent, fifty dollars that I was putting aside for her christmas gift (she wants a new vaccum…and I want to buy her a good one because she always buys them second hand or way too cheap and for once she deserves a decent one since that’s all she wants for Christmas).

Anyway, I’ve been holding that money hostage, even though I’ve been dying for a new book for about six months now (haven’t had one for about a year, but it’s only been recently that I’ve been craving a new one). And what does she do? Ask (more like demand) I use the money to pay our phone bill (and internet), because she can’t fucking figure out why a budget is a good idea, and can’t afford it.

I’m getting so fucking sick of this. I really, really am.

…and my neck hurts! *cries*