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So here we are and here I am.

I went back through my posts and determined that the first time I participated in Idol was in September 2008.There's an intro post there from a lifetime ago. 18 years! The four-year-old daughter I wrote about is now 22 and married. The best friend I mention (who gave me my original LJ invite code, when those were a thing) is no longer in my life. I told you all about a job I'd been at for seven years - 11 years later, they'd very unceremoniously lay me off. I've moved from the PNW to the desert outside Phoenix. The cat I had then has since passed away, but I now have three cats that are getting on in their own later years.

Suffice to say, it's been awhile. But I'm still here and I'm still Jill.

I still love Tori Amos. I still love the travel industry after managing to work my way back to it post-layoff and post-COVID. I got my degree in communications because I still love writing and communicating. I'm semi-retired from Girl Scouting, but only because I couldn't find my place in it here in the desert. I've got three (Four? Maybe four.) cross-stitch projects in progress and I bake cookies for my co-workers at my side hustle as your local old lady barista. If I had the time and money in this economy to go back to college for my masters, I'd get it in History - I minored in the subject alongside my bachelors in communication and my niche period of interest is LGBTQ+ history of Germany's Weimar Republic. Instead, I just buy and read a lot of books on and around the topic.

I have two story ideas baking in this head of mine - one that has more meat than the other and really needs to grow its legs and become a real boy. The other is destined to be a short story if I ever get past the executive dysfunction of not being able to start something new without having finished the first thing. I'm thinking I might play with them both here, but I also might not. Hell, I'll just be happy enough if the perimenopause doesn't eat my brain and make me miss too many deadlines.

So, hey, friends. Glad to be back. 
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I dropped the T because bich is Latin for generosity. Mkay.

Here's my Very Official Statement of Intent to compete in this, the 20th anniversary of LJ Idol. 

Sometimes I try to making writing goals when it comes to Idol and if I've learned anything over the years, that's just - for me, anyway - a stupid fucking idea. So I've got just one goal - write to each prompt, each week. No loafing.

*waves*

Nice to see you all again. Game on!
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Hey.

For real, I'm gonna do it.

I'm gonna do this mini-season of Idol.

Yeah, I know. The last time I touched this blog was in 2015 and I said the same thing and then *checks blog history* I clearly didn't do the thing.

But 2024 Jill is a different person than 2015 Jill.

For starters, she remembered her password for Dreamwidth, so she's already got that going for her.

So.

Here I am!

*no cartwheels this time, my knees pain me*
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It was the biggest spider in existence. Steph said so.

"It's the BIGGEST spider. EVER!" She announced this to our friends in their basement apartment.

Kenny and Karen just nodded, not looking up from whatever it was they were doing. Steph was given the placating "hum" sound from Karen. We'd all been there, done that before.

Steph turned to me. "Dude. Biggest spider ever."

"I believe you."

"Let's go get it."

I looked at my watch. It was only 3am, so, you know, why the hell not?

"Sure. But what makes you think it'll still be there?"

Steph scoffed. "Because. It's the biggest spider EVER."

"How big are we talking here? Do I need a net?"

Steph waited as I pulled on my hoodie. "Shut the fuck up and just follow me."

Follow I did - up the stairs, out the door and down the alley towards the 38th Street 7-Eleven. Said spider resided in its parking lot. On the way, I noticed my shoe was untied, so I stopped at the edge of the alley to fix it.

"Oh my god," Steph said. "Hurry up. The world's largest spider waits for no one."

I finished tying my shoe and righted myself. "Steph, it's not the world's largest spider."

"You have no idea," she replied as we crossed 38th. "It's HUGE."

"Okay. We'll see."

"You're going to shit your pants."

"I do need to poop, but I suspect that I'll be able to control it."

Steph sighed. "Sometimes, Jill, you're no fun."

"It's 3am. I'm coming down. My apologies if the snarky bitch in me is making an appearance."

"Fair enough." We were approaching the side of the 7-Eleven building when Steph suddenly pointed at the ground.

"There! Biggest spider EVER!"

You know what? It WAS the biggest spider ever.

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed, as I leaned in to get a closer look. "That's the biggest fucking spider I've ever seen. I mean, aside from the pet tarantula I had as a kid, but hell. This one's right up there."

Steph put her hands on her hips and beamed. "I fucking told you so."

"You sure as hell did." I watched as the biggest spider ever made its way across a broken piece of asphalt. "So what do we do now?"

This stumped Steph, but only for a moment. "Well, we need to catch it."

"And do what with it? It's enormous. It'll probably eat us if we try."

"Naw, it'll be cool. Then we can take it back to show Kenny and Karen."

That seemed like a solid plan, I decided, but that left out one important detail. "How do you suggest we capture the biggest spider ever?"

The neon lights of the 7-Eleven gleamed down on us as we mulled this over. It distorted our faces in my vision, making them seem slightly cheesy and shadowy. I looked up at the windows of the convenience store, where advertisements demanded that I buy a Super Big Gulp.

Duh.

"Let's go in and see if they'll let us have a cup and lid," I said, pointing to the sign.

"Yes!" Steph took off, nearly running.


Illustration by Adam Botsford, Artist of Skills.
"Hey!" I cried after her. "Do you want me to stay here with the spider? Should I make sure it doesn't run off? It might have a wife and kids waiting at home or something."

It was too late - she was already inside the store. Looking down at the spider one more time, I followed her.

"It's the biggest motherfucking spider you've ever seen!" Steph was telling the bemused cashier. The cashier's eyes had dark circles under them and her hair clung to her face in strands.

"You should totally catch it," the cashier said.

"That's what WE said!" Steph replied. "So can we have a cup and lid?"

The cashier nodded. "Only if I can help catch it."

So we piled out the door of the store - Steph, the 7-Eleven cashier in her red 7-Eleven vest and me holding a Super Big Gulp cup. Anyone driving by likely saw the single most fucked up thing ever - three grown adults chasing down a bug in the parking lot.

The cashier was appropriately impressed. "Holy shit! That's the biggest goddamn spider ever."

"I motherfucking told you so," Steph said.

For being the biggest spider ever, it didn't put up much of a fight when I dropped the cup over it. With help from the plastic lid, I tipped the spider into the cup and closed the lid. I handed the cup to Steph. You could actually HEAR the spider stomping around angrily inside its Super Big Gulp prison. Biggest spider EVER, remember?

Happy with our catch, we took the prize back to Kenny and Karen's. We gingerly opened the lid and shared with them the biggest spider ever.

Our friends looked at each other. Their faces were nonplussed and it was Karen that spoke first. "That's NOT the biggest spider ever. It's BIG, sure, but not the biggest EVER."

"You don't know anything," Steph replied, waving her hand at them. "Just ask Jill."

"Biggest fucking spider ever," I confirmed. "You're all crazy."

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With my exceptional skills of an artist, I have been able to realistically recreate this event for you. It's okay, you can weep openly. It's beautiful, I know.
Edited to add: See Adam's way better skills of an artist above. He is made of the awesome.

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