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Dec. 30th, 2020

When a man is willing and eager, the gods join in. - Aeschylus )

Jul. 10th, 2017

024

It's Sunday, and it's sunny, but for once, I don't feel like going out and doing anything. I'm going to stay in bed, get food delivered, and basically use Hephaestion as a pillow. That's it, that's the day. Sounds A+ to me.

May. 28th, 2017

023

Summer is almost here, which means it's time for me to basically never be inside ever. Last summer my hair got bleached and my skin turned bronze, I'm hoping I can replicate that again this year. And Hegemon will be pleased, he needs his exercise.

[Hephaestion]
I have so much vacation time saved up, and I'm thinking of using some of it this summer. Fancy going away with me for a while?

Apr. 4th, 2017

022

So things have been looking up lately, and I'm pleased. Especially given how I felt during Christmas, that was some bullshit.

Hopefully it'll start to warm up soon, and be sunny for more than an hour. I want to go out and ride Hegemon for an afternoon, I hate being cooped up inside. Or, well, I don't hate it as much as I used to. But I'd still like to be outside.

Mar. 8th, 2017

021

[Wrath, Thessalonike]
Hephaestion is here! He showed up the other day, out of the blue. He's here and it's like...I can't even describe it. It's like the other half of my brain is finally online.

Feb. 21st, 2017

020

Most of you know that the film they made about my life (starring He Who Must Not Be Named) isn't my favorite. And my mother would probably set Oliver Stone on fire if she ever met him. But I couldn't sleep tonight, so I put it on anyway. (Of course I own it. Are you surprised? You shouldn't be.)

And visually, it's gorgeous. Color and motion and emotion, jumping all over the screen and practically forcing you to pay attention. Because they do get the big things right, I'll give them that. The battles, the marriages, the conquering. The assassination attempts, the discontent, and all the death. It's the little things they leave out. They don't talk about how Ptolemy used to yell at me for leaving my maps and books in disarray. They don't recall how Hephaistion used to do increasingly ridiculous things to try to get me to laugh. Nothing is remembered about how Cleitus was one of the few who was unafraid to call me on my bullshit, and he stayed unafraid right up until I murdered him in a drunken rage.

That always gets remembered. Much as I wish it didn't. That's one of the things I wish I could take back.

I miss my old friends. And my mother. I've been alive and alone for so long, having to go on without them has become a dull ache in my heart that I always carry with me. The wine quiets it for a while, but sooner or later, I always have to face it again. The gods sent Thessalonike to me at just the right time, knowing she's around helps to lift my spirits a bit.

I'm tired. I'm drunk. I'm old. I'm lonely.

I'm going to bed.

Jan. 14th, 2017

019

My sister is here! Good timing, too, because things were going downhill pretty quickly for me. So this is a nice surprise.

Things still aren't awesome, though, and they probably won't be for a while. Still. One day at a time.

Dec. 21st, 2016

018

I got served today.

Fuck every single one of you, I'm getting hammered.

And now I have no one to spend Christmas with. So that's fantastic.

Nov. 12th, 2016

017

[Private, viewable to Wrath]
I feel the old paranoia creeping in. Like when the assassination plots were coming in. Like when I murdered Cleitus. Because he's not here. He's never here anymore, and I'm stretching my credulity til it breaks.

This fucking sucks. I'm lonely, I'm drunk, and I'm horny. (Sorry.) But it's true.

Oct. 27th, 2016

016

I've been thinking lately, about what this election could mean for me, and others like me. Those at the highest levels of military and government, a handful of them know who I am. And so far, this has worked out well. They don't go blabbing to people about who I am, and I, in turn, do the best job for them that I am capable of doing. Like I said. Working out pretty well so far.

But what if Trump gets elected? What if he finds out about me or Richard, and makes the leap (or, more realistically, one of his advisers makes the leap) that there are more of us out there? Actual gods with abilities that can be seen and felt. If he gets into office and finds out, potentially no one will be safe. Because none of them are what they used to be. Sure, they can do great things, but it takes a lot out of them. And in that weakness, they are vulnerable. And then, they can be rounded up, imprisoned, and if we're going to take this to a logical extreme, experimented on to find out what makes them tick.

And, true. Some might be able to escape. But what about the weaker ones? The nymphs, the demigods, the immortal humans (like me), who just happen to be alive because we got lucky and were remembered? The thought of being locked up against my will sends a chill down my spine.

Fates help us all if he wins. It looks like he won't, if the numbers I'm reading can be believed. But the term 'upset victory' exists for a reason, and until I hear that the election has been called in favor of Hilary, I am going to feel distinctly uneasy.

Jun. 15th, 2016

015

So one of my co-workers linked me to the Facebook History of the World, and this is pretty great.

"My name is Alexander, King of Kings, look on my work ye mighty and shut the fuck up." (This sounds like something I would say when I'm drunk. I can't stop laughing.)

May. 1st, 2016

014

Something to remember, should any of you choose to go sailing through the Aegean, I suppose.

The 'lives' part is even true.

Mar. 2nd, 2016

013

So...when your father, your generals, your wife, your 13-year-old son, your ex, and your eunuch (don't look at me like that, that's what he was) all show up at your house, you know you're in for a shitshow of a day. My father hasn't shut up since he got here, my wife keeps glaring daggers at me, and my son kept asking who I was. Which was fair, because I didn't know who he was either, at first.

Though I really could have done without the big, sad eyes from Hephaistion. I locked myself in my room with a bottle of wine, and I think Richard's having some similar problems, so at least we're in the same boat. The same leaky, rickety, awful boat.

May. 15th, 2014

012

I'm bored.

Someone remind me it's not a good idea to dig out the tennis ball cannon that George gave Richard for Christmas, and use it to shoot various projectiles into my neighbors' yards. Because while it would be hilarious to see if I could nail some hanging pots from the deck, I like it here, and that might make people cross with me.

I need another hobby. Like cross-stitch. OK, maybe not like cross-stitch. I'll figure something out.

Jan. 8th, 2014

011

I assembled the chessboard that Richard gave me for Christmas (after a minor setback or two and some inventive cursing about technology), and it's pretty fucking cool. No one ever likes to play chess with me (Or Risk. Or Stratego. Or Go. Or Chinese checkers. Or...you get my point.), so it'll be nice to have someone to play with, who doesn't want to punch me in the face afterward because I trounced them.

[Richard]
Your mother left a voicemail. Something about avoiding her and we're going to have dinner sooner or later. I felt slightly scared just listening.

Nov. 23rd, 2013

010

My big plans for the weekend: staying wrapped up in blankets and flannel pants, because I really, truly despise winter and being cold. I'd love to fuck off to Athens for a week or so, but there's work to be done here, and apparently I have to be an actual grown-up adult and have responsibilities and whatnot. Blech.

I do have about a year's worth some vacation time saved up, though. Maybe over the holidays.

Nov. 2nd, 2013

OOC: Headcanons

I just wanted to collect all my Alexander headcanons in one place. This list is by no means complete, but it's a starting point.

Read more... )

Oct. 28th, 2013

009

It's probably not a good idea to let me wander the city unsupervised.

Good thing I've never been an advocate of most good ideas.

[Sent to Richard's phone]
This picture, and the message: 'Got some new pants at the Halloween store. Good choice?'

Oct. 14th, 2013

008

[Away from Olympias, Eleanor, and John]
My nose is still tender and a little swollen, and I have two pretty impressive black eyes. But my head feels normal again, and I'll take it. Doctor says the bruises should be gone in about two weeks, and the swelling should go down in the next couple of days. At least I don't have that stupid thing on my face anymore.

On a somewhat related note: farewell, coffee table. I hardly knew ye.

Sep. 16th, 2013

007

Half of my things are in boxes again. Then again, about a quarter of those never left their boxes from when I moved the first time, so that's just less to pack up and take to Richard's.

I am going to have to hire a truck, though. Some things just do not fit in the backseat, no matter how much you want them to.

Incidentally, anyone need a bed frame? Or a headboard? Or...a toaster, apparently I have two. When did that happen? Sweet gods, I have so much crap. And apparently, a lot of knives. As in, two full sets of them. If anyone I know ever gets married, they're so getting one of these.

Why can't I just go ride my horse, and when I get back, brownies will have packed up my house?

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