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[21 May 2012|09:07pm] |
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Argh. I swear, I remember reading an Andrew/Jesse Spiderman AU that was all science laboratories and shit. Why can't I find it?!
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[05 May 2012|04:37pm] |
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So I am conflicted on the whole women's rights thing, and I think we all know Aaron Sorkin is to blame. Yes, I believe in women's rights. Yes, I want people to respect pink collar jobs and I want to be paid the same as any other person of my qualifications, regardless of race, gender, sexual orientation, or anything else. But aren't we already legally entitled to such? I know it doesn't happen, but making more laws that say the same thing is stupid. If people ignore one law, they are just as capable of ignoring two. In fact, I have it on good authority that people are capable of ignoring a long list of laws without even thinking. I probably wouldn't think about this, but on season two of The West Wing, Ainsley Hayes puts it so well - that she's mortified to think that she doesn't have equal rights to anyone else, that it's absurd to instate a second law just to make it really, really clear that she has those rights she is already entitled to. So yes, Aaron Sorkin is to blame, but if people would just do as they ought, then it wouldn't be a concern at all.
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[22 Apr 2012|08:20pm] |
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If you want a good laugh (and a lot of sighing) then I suggest reading up on how different Christian denominations feel about homosexuality. Oh so much facepalming. Especially when what I'm reading the beliefs are directly contradict my own knowledge of denominations that have gay clergy.
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[21 Apr 2012|02:42pm] |
Yesterday marked the due date of my weekly wordcount. On Wednesday, Jess and I decided that we're going to hold ourselves accountable and risk publish shaming in hopes it pushes us to write more. My goal: 1k a day. Since I committed to this on Wednesday, that means yesterday 3k was due.
292/3000
In better news, my fairy door arrived! It's a wee TARDIS done by the lovely houseofwhimsy, who happens to be the wife of my favorite poet. The detail that went into the presentation means I am absolutely going to tell you to buy a fairy door from her if you're the sort to want a fairy door. Or know someone who would like that little bit of magic in their life.
So. My life: a lot of getting new ideas, a bit of research, and a smidge of actual writing. Lovely. I can blame things like not feeling well or reading webcomics, but a serious writer would power through it and maybe not feel the need to read all seven hundred something comics in one week. At best, I have probably 2 months of writing before I have to focus on the editing and publication process if I follow through on my goal to self-publish by my birthday. And unfortunately, that plan is for a collection of short stories, while a lot of my ideas lately haven't really seemed likely to fit that. Even though they're likely to only be novellas on the page, I put novel or even series levels of research and contemplation into my projects. You have no idea how many hours I've researched shipping and airships. Which means I don't expect those projects to be ready in time. ...and with some, I am just lazy. No denying it.
On the plus side, my lateral move at work is, in fact, a sort of promotion. They're not calling it that, because there doesn't exist a rung on the ladder for the job I do, but I think we all know that I'm not a lowly peon no matter what my file says. They're training me on the front desk, which means I get to see the paperwork housekeeping never did.
Leaves me wondering if my department manager in housekeeping has seen the paperwork, because her joking with the new guy makes me uncomfortable, and if he made a big deal of it, is probably something under the category of racially insensitive comments, and sexual harassment. Combined. Not sure what to do about it; I think we all know she means nothing by it, but as a manager she should maybe pay more attention to her words.
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| Pottermore! |
[14 Apr 2012|07:03am] |
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They waited til the last moment they could avoid being called liars for saying "early April" and I would say it's mid-April, but finally! I have waited so long! ...I can't do anything yet.
StarRune20555
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| Ambiguous endings don't work well in films |
[27 Mar 2012|03:16pm] |
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Thanks to ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=92.1) xsnarkasaurus, ![[info]](http://l-files.livejournal.net/userhead/80?v=1320914378) ms_hecubus, and karaz for the advice on the theft issue. I did install a lock - well, got my brother to do so. And I called the police.
Which is how I learned I'm actually in an unincorporated part of the county and that means I'm not their jurisdiction. So they gave me the right number and I called the sheriff's department. And our sheriff's department? Friendly and helpful. I was so surprised. Maybe I shouldn't have been, but I was.
The dispatcher took my info and had a deputy give me a call within about five minutes. And then within half an hour or so, a deputy came to my house. And despite the fact it was a high winds day and there were several wildfires in the area, he took the time to look over some of my stuff, dust several things for prints, and fingerprint me so they could eliminate my prints from what they found.
I know it's unlikely they close the case, but it was great that they didn't write it off as trivial. Especially since while the deputy was here, I did realize more and more things missing. Although the only things I personally value that are missing are Swedish alcohol. Curse you, laws against shipping alcohol!
Perhaps it's not normal, but I really was delighted by the whole sheriff-work thing. I mean, I can't do much about what happened in the past. So I'm taking the knowledge it's given me and the experience and found the fascinating bits.
So. Yeah.
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| Totally not okay |
[26 Mar 2012|06:14am] |
At what point does one call the cops for theft and home invasion?
Value of stolen items, as best I can tell, is fairly low: half the alcohol I brought from Sweden and $15 cash. But other things touched would hold a fingerprint well.
Posted via m.livejournal.com.
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| My escape hatch is jammed, guess I'll burn in the atmo |
[13 Feb 2012|08:52pm] |
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*sigh*
I don't even know what to say. I've been wanting to make a post for days, but. It's so hard. Convincing myself I have anything to say, convincing myself...convincing myself I have a right to have people care about me.
Because that's the thing. I have some pretty awesome friends here. And me? I'm not a good friend. I neglect you all. Hell, the past few weeks I neglect damn near everyone.
...I hate when I get all emotional. I know you don't know I'm tearing up just thinking, just waiting for words in front of this keyboard, but I feel so exposed. If I'm lucky, this is a passing mood. If not, well, welcome back to depressionville. But there are so many factors, it's hard to make a call.
( more stuff )
Silence is agony, but speaking is worse.
ETA: the list of insults now includes "fucking nutso" "dumbass bitch" and "fucking idiot"
ETA 2: ...and now I'm shaking because he forced a confrontation.
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| My mind is already on vacation without me! |
[19 Dec 2011|10:32pm] |
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So ant3ka is entirely to blame for me having the song The Mermaid stuck in my head. Even if it was not her plan and the PWT video where she used it was uploaded more than five years ago. Has it been that long already?
I did my first attempt at packing. I may remove a couple things, I may switch suitcases, but round one is complete. I think the only additional item I need is a travel toothbrush - I picked one up today, but it fell out of my cart and I didn't notice until the clerk started to ring up my order. I decided it could wait.
So now I just need my currency to come in so I have a few SEK for the airport, I need to wrap my present for work's white elephant party tomorrow, I need to edit and submit all my documents to work so they know where things are and how things are to be done when I'm gone, I need to finish chebonne's present... Um, somehow every time I make this list it is longer, not shorter.
Anyway. I wrote a short story which I plan to read. Aloud. To coworkers. Wish me well? I am sort of entirely glad I will be leaving the country so soon after; I may need to escape.
A week from right now, I will be in Chicago. Well, actually, I'll be airborne but not far from Chicago. A week from tomorrow, I'll be in SWEDEN!
(Obviously other stuff has happened in my life, including new work drama, but fuck it, you get only the shiny stuff today)
I hope everyone's having a lovely holiday season. I do plan to do a holiday letter again like I did last year, virtual only because I hate going to the post office, but I'm saving it until after my vacation so you can hear about SWEDEN and how much chebonne mocked me and how much frostbite I got.
Also, yes, I did hit my head when I slipped on the ice today. But I am pretty sure my back was hurt more than my head.
Oh hey, and more rambling. Today at work I totally walked into an easel and knocked it down. And people saw. So yeah, that was hilarious yet embarrassing.
Also also? I really want spats. Simple ones that fit okay. I should make them, but yeah, I keep putting that off. I also have a whole bunch of accessories I want to make. Thanks, Project Accessory, you're reminding me of every craft project I've put off in years and how I can't find things I want in stores ever. Seriously, I need to up my crafting skills and motivations because if I want me to show in what I wear, I clearly have to make it myself.
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| Life, what life? |
[07 Dec 2011|05:42pm] |
In the world of things that aren't work or vacation plans, a variety of things are going on. I'm trying out DC Universe online - fuck you, everyone who says no one will pick acrobatics. I recently finished a Civ5 game and though I didn't win, I did pretty decent. I started up Lego Star Wars, read Dexter and Philosophy, spent a month in blessed freedom from craft projects because sewing my Halloween costume was such a time-consuming project.
I'm still mostly keeping up with Glee and I watch Dexter, but other than those and The Daily Show, I'm pretty well on hiatus from American television. CBC, ABC, and most of all BBC are pretty solid addictions these days. I'm even checking out shows on ITV and Sky. Yes, this is what has become of me. (But Spy is a good show! ...I have no justification for Brittania High)
Being Erica is a show I could see a bunch of you liking. Now that I think about it, I could see ant3ka really enjoying it although I'm not sure why I say that. Admittedly, I am still on the first season but it's cute and it's emotional and it's comfort television. And ABC is great for Gruen alone, but I am the sort of person who loves advertisement critiques. As for the Beeb, well, don't make me pick. Okay, fine, any show with David Mitchell apart from Peep Show.
Of course, the real reason for this post is to talk about Maddigan's Quest. I'll be honest, I wasn't joking when I said I thought New Zealand doesn't have their own tv. But that show is- I like it. I don't even know why. I guess just the right kind of fantasy for my head. It's something I know someone I am friends with would like, maybe several people. But yeah, not sure if the specific friend in mind is shakespearsgrl2 or duendeoflorien so it's a bit hard to rec it.
Maddigan's Quest is about these this girl in a circus, and how they have a mission for their hometown to save it from darkness. Literal darkness, not darkness as in evil. Well, sort of. Because these two young boys join them, telling of a future without hope, the future where they fail their mission.
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| Actually, you would find me delightful |
[06 Dec 2011|06:34pm] |
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From musesfool: Your job is now your Time Lord name. The last digit of your phone number is the current regeneration you are in. The nearest clothing item to your right is now the most notable item in your current wardrobe. The last person you texted is your current companion. Your favorite word is now your catchphrase.
I am the second regeneration of Houseman. My current wardrobe features a fuschia silk scarf, my companion is Ken, and my catchphrase is open to debate. Favorite is probably cunt or holoprosencephaly, most used is "Indeed!" so that's probably the actual catchphrase.
shakespearsgrl2 wrote me a fic. So. Check it out. Especially if you like Panic! at the Disco fic and/or kisses.
Um. Yeah. Work is unbearable in that my stress level doesn't really have room to get worse. I'm burning out, but now I see it I can move on before I break down. That's the plan after my vacation, look for a different job.
And my trip is getting dangerously close. I'm almost getting nervous again. Although that's tricky, since the stress has left me pretty numb.
Plus, I've got two weeks until my work Christmas party/talent show. I've agreed to do it, so I'm hoping to finish a short story of the original fiction variety in time for it. I know what story I want to finish, one I've deemed appropriate enough to share with them. But I'm not writing on it as much as I should be. So. Wish me luck?
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| Sweden! |
[30 Sep 2011|06:08pm] |
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After two years of constantly telling myself I'm broke and generally being cautious about spending money (apart from a few indulgences, like...actually, the only big indulgence was buying a pair of Boondock Saints rosaries half off [plus a little more since they give a discount when you buy two, brothers and all]), it's been a stressful couple weeks. I can't spend this money, I might wind up in the poorhouse! ...only not, because that mindset gave me savings for once and I know I'm actually right on budget (well, sort of).
But I have exciting news:
I'm going to Sweden!
Since flights are pretty much nonrefundable, it's happening. I bought travelers insurance along with the tickets, so I'll actually be safer than when I'm home. I booked a night at the Ice Hotel. And yes, I am so stoked there might not be words for it - it's a hotel! Made of ice! ...which might actually cost more than a detour to England was going to, but hello, an experience unlike any other!
And then today I blew...the equivalent to six weeks' grocery money on winter gear. I picked up two sets of wool socks, two sets of long underwear - one expedition weight, one normal weight, a thermal-lined hoodie (because my Love Can't Save You hoody is starting to...it's getting holes along the cuffs. I need to figure out a good way to salvage it, but that's been low on my priority list. I don't want to wear holey clothes around Linn's family and look like a ragamuffin, I do need a nice lined hoodie), and heavy-duty gloves. And an EU iphone charger, which I suppose isn't winter gear but is vital since I use my phone as a commonplace book.
(my budget never accounted for pre-trip gear acquisitions, so I dipped into my spending money for the trip. Also what I did for the Ice Hotel, actually. No better souvenir than frostbite, am I right? ...although if I truly believed that, I wouldn't have gotten so much winter gear.)
Do you have any idea how agonizing it is to shop for gloves? I remember shopping for them as a kid and my stepdad would talk to the salesclerk about what was good and what wasn't. I shopped online because I don't expect in-store clerks to know any more than I do. Did they know more back then, or did they just care enough to bullshit better?
Anyway, that might not be so terrible but then I had issues with any ability to find reliable definitions of what insulation materials are, and what they mean. Is thermolite better than heatlock? What the fuck is heatlock anyway? It might be 50 below; are any of these actually worth a damn in those conditions?
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[29 Jun 2011|08:53am] |
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So last night was the big Panic! show in Denver and it blew my mind. I may elaborate once my brain is not ooze. And okay. big is the wrong term, they played the Ogden, which isn't that big of a venue. It is, however, one of my three favorite venues and the size of venue I am really comfortable in. So sweet. Yep.
Right. Not rambling like an incoherent something or other. Right. Sorry, Apparently the show was too awesome for me to stay asleep even a full six hours.
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[25 Jun 2011|06:05pm] |
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I'll confess, the reason I put down family as one of my loves yesterday is because I was pretty sure I'd be a bad person if I put down vodka instead.
( eight fears )
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| Research is not always useful |
[05 May 2011|04:44pm] |
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After work I stopped by the library and checked several different dream dictionaries. Most didn't even have amusement park as an entry, and those that did were unsatisfying. Do other people have locational motifs in their dreams? Are other people as troubled by the locations of their dreams as I am? Hopefully I can rest up enough that the weird dreams stop again.
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| Not so much progress |
[05 May 2011|07:34am] |
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Right. So. Got dumped because my girlfriend concluded she's not attracted to me. And therefore is not attracted to girls. I was fine the day it happened, now I'm angry because I think she turned me into a stranger, which makes attraction a bit tricky, and I question her logic. Anyway. Best not to dwell. I'm done with this dating thing, because when this is my most successful dating relationship ever and I'm nearly 26, well. Why bother?
Linn finished her second novel. I read it pretty quickly once I started; the point she hates most is the point I feel the book became impossible to put down. So yeah, gearing up for another fun-filled editing fest with a red pen or six. I told her she has to finish the third book before the end of 2012. Because apparently I can't edit properly until the full trilogy is written.
I've been working on my own projects a bit, though not as much as I should be. And, yes, over the past couple days my insomnia has been coming back. Insomnia always brings strange dreams. Last night two of them had strange, run-down amusement parks. Which actually, that's been a running motif in my dreams for years. Any thoughts on what it means? Amusement parks, carnivals, museums. Sometimes shopping malls.
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| I make a totally valid point for once |
[08 Apr 2011|10:01pm] |
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So I've given up Diablo II (for tonight, anyway) because it is a cycle of dying and more dying and I'm tired of losing money and accomplishing nothing. Which means I'm completely doing my own thing at Nerd Night tonight. That is, of course, the reason I have lj open. Mark's yelling is painfully loud, so I suspect writing is not going to be at all productive.
Today I went out to try to find more summer clothes. I picked up about half a dozen shirts, one dress, and no skirts. I find the lack of skirts tragic, but I'll hit a couple other thrift stores either Sunday or Monday. The best shirt is this turquoise zebra print t-shirt. I know, it sounds really tacky, but it's not that bad. Well. If you like the "bright colors one typically sees in Hot Topic" look. I also hit the bookstore - picked up Little Vampire Women (which sounds terrible and hilarious; I couldn't resist it) and a new journal. Linn says I should start keeping a diary again. We'll see how that goes; even when I was little, I was terrible at keeping a diary.
...honestly, it's at least in part because I don't want to ruin a pristine notebook with my banal shit. I don't want to waste pages. Welcome to why I turn into a little hoarder. I actually had my roommates eat my ice cream the other day, convinced I had forgotten about it. And I was like "I was <i>saving</i> it because I like it." Yeah, pretty sure they think I'm weird as hell.
So. I've been watching QI, which is slightly massively awesome, and slightly made of fail. Well. One of the voices in my head that narrates my thoughts is now Stephen Fry; I suspect not everyone finds that as dreadful as I do. Anyway. Combine that with The Social Network fandom eating a good third of my brain and now every episode has me going "This show would be better with Jesse Eisenberg." No, seriously. I mean, QI has American panelists (or at least one? I'm just in series 2, but Rich Hall is pretty damn American) and Eisenberg really does hit the points that make someone great on that show. He's clever, he's intelligent, and he's pretty damn witty. I'm trying to determine my ideal panel on that show. Possibly Clive Anderson? And, of course, if Jesse Eisenberg is on, I'd want Andrew Garfield on to chin-hand at him and be all twitter-pated.
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[14 Mar 2011|03:00pm] |
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I cannot wait any longer. Someone please please point me towards the leak of the new Panic album?
So last night I was the queen of being neurotic. Today is round 2: being neurotic because I have massive anxiety about the fact I was neurotic yesterday. This is why I don't do well with people. Or without them, because it's when I'm without them that I think so much and get crazy.
I had to work early the past 2 days. Working early right after the DST switch? Not cool. Yesterday was fine, I was energized because we had some rain and I love rain - hell, I left for work early to spend more time in the rain. But today? A bit like pulling teeth.
The bus schedule doesn't at all sync up with the time they wanted me, so I was showing up before the fucking restaurant staff even arrived. Kinda creepy, not gonna lie. Yesterday I used that time to write. Today, the manager had me start early instead. Which means that I finished what I wanted to without help, but I was still stressing because I know that manager is clueless.
The worst of it? Our ventilation system is so filthy that this morning, I could already see dust on one of the tiles I cleaned yesterday. Waste of 4 hours? A bit.
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| Paranoia is on clearance: everything must go |
[12 Mar 2011|03:54pm] |
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( venting about work )
Apparently my girlfriend has a ticklish neck. ...how am I supposed to avoid using this knowledge for evil? My neck is pretty much the only part of me that's not ticklish. (Seriously. I can't even handle my hair touching my face. I can't always handle walking on carpet. Being massively ticklish? Not fun.)
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[10 Mar 2011|04:43pm] |
So I've been doing window-fail a lot. I sent a text to the wrong person yesterday, sent an im to the wrong person today.
And The Overture won me back over to Panic at the Disco. (Does anyone have some good Brendon/Spencer to rec?)
Otherwise, not a ton is up. The Cape was canceled, because the universe fails to realize what good tv looks like. I'm behind on that, Glee, and The Daily Show. I have to watch New in Town tonight because I promised my brother and sister-in-law I would.
I went on a date last night and had the first truly awkward kiss of my life. And second. But it was awesome! I've never dated somebody who doesn't know how to kiss before, but on the right person it is somehow endearing. And yes, I am that disgustingly happy person when I date who is part of a shmoopy adorable couple that cuddles and passes notes and grins unrepentantly at every mention of the significant other (and there are a lot of those, even with me holding back on it). I don't think I've ever been that person before while dating, but I think maybe I was dating the wrong sort of person. If I wasn't happy and wasn't me, I would want to stab me for it.
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[23 Feb 2011|09:33pm] |
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I don't even ship Anderson Cooper/Jon Stewart, but when Anderson is giggling at Jon...
Ahem. Anyway.
So today I managed to piss off the one Latina in my department who didn't hate me just for being white. Tomorrow, she's gonna try to get me fired. Well fuck. Sorry doing my job means pointing out when you break the rules?
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| Happy Christmas to all |
[25 Dec 2010|02:06pm] |
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So. If you follow me on Facebook, you probably saw my Christmas letter.
( If not, here it is )
Anyway. I know there are things I've been meaning to say/ask on here that I've put off until I forgot. But today, I am asking: does anyone have some good fiction recs? I love audiobooks for at work, but I'm really putting off Terry Pratchett and all I have left is Hilary Duff's book right now. That promises to be a day or so at best. Fantasy is definitely my usual right now, but I'm open to other genres. (GLBT also a plus - gay wizards are like crack for me...)
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[04 Nov 2010|12:35am] |
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So. I have already written this post in my head; now I just gotta figure out how on earth to type it. ...yes, that probably means I should have gone to bed instead of futzing with my phone for hours.
Despite being relatively productive lately, sometimes I still feel like I've wasted my whole life. Like everything I do is selfish and pointless beyond the next few months.
And. It seems like more and more often, chebonne says that I make her sad with how closed off I am to new things. Every time she says it, lately, I just hear Andy Wyatt telling Toby she won't remarry him because he's too sad. You know. She's my best friend, and she has enough to worry about without me being- What I've always been. Hell. I'm not as bad as I used to be, even.
Anyway. Meme?
Some days, you head to work in the morning and all you can think is "if I died today, if one of these dickwads hit me with his car and I died, what the fuck would anyone have to say about me, about my life?"
Or, if that's too morbid, how about "what would you say, if you were telling someone who has never met me about me?"
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[18 Oct 2010|11:42pm] |
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Ganked from musesfool :
Out of utter curiosity, if I was chained up in your attic (I prefer attics, basements are damp and cold, attics theoretically at least have windows), and I had to write you one story, what would you request? (demand?) Or alternatively, what's something you always hoped I'd write but know is never going to happen?
I do not prefer attics. I love cave-like rooms, especially if they're dank and smell like basement.
...sorry, but no. Not cutting this.
God. Mikey's legs. Um, I mean. Somebody please write me awesomely awesome brothers being brothers fic about the Ways? I want them genning up all over the place, dudes!
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[17 Oct 2010|01:19am] |
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So. You know how it goes. You're just sitting around at craft night, watching movies and totally not even talking slash this week. Because you started with The Machinist, which is creepy-skeletal Christian Bale. And now you know what Christian Bale's skeleton looks like when it bones. ...I had to say it. Sorry.
Anyway. That movie's not sexy. Although I do now see how fucked up I was back in Illinois when I first saw it, because I'm pretty sure I didn't get how crazy that movie is, or see him as that skeletal.
But then you figure an old classic will be easier to work while watching, and you slip Ocean's Eleven into the dvd player.
And immediately realize your mistake. Because hngh, Brad Pitt (licking his fingers a lot!) and George Clooney and they both wear suits all the time... And you can't help talking about slash, and how Rusty only needs Danny and food (and a con) to be happy.
Suffice it to say, I'm rereading O11 fic tomorrow. And wishing there was more great writing in the fandom.
Also! The universe totally needs Ocean's 14. Or Ocean's 2 (aka Danny and Rusty hijinks forever!)
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[07 Oct 2010|04:47pm] |
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Apparently my current hobby is watching Mulan at least once every day and crying at the parts about her relationship with her father. ...yeah, daddy issues.
( random stuff on various creative projects )
ETA: Oh yeah! One of the random things I've acquired because people leave odd things at hotels (others include a bowling ball bag - had ball but it didn't fit - and bowling shoes) is a wooden cigar box. I feel like I need to do something amazing with it, no idea what. Any suggestions before I start googling ideas?
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[07 Oct 2010|04:21pm] |
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super-smart. Which some say I already am. And in fact, being average in financial wealth would be an improvement, so I'll sign up today!
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| How do I not have a sexy boots icon? |
[30 Sep 2010|07:49pm] |
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I like shoes. Boots in particular. And in retrospect, following the shoelust account on tumblr may have been a bad idea. But I've promised myself that since I did buy sensible winter boots, and I bought boots for halloween, and I'm about to buy sneakers for work again, I am allowed one new pair of shoes or boots for my own personal wearing.
Basically, I wanted something I can wear with skirts or slacks. Something classy. And I've decided that I need to convert to spats - a pair of spats is cheap, especially as I found a DIY pattern that seems quite simple and I have a weekly craft night (and a huge button collection, even) to follow through in making them. Because spats can be various colours and heights, and thus will turn this one pair of shoes into INFINITE SHOES.
Finding footwear that comes with spats, and is not just in the style of spats, is amazingly tough. I found one style, and they were unattractive.
Anyway. I'm asking some opinions - do you prefer the cute Franco Sarto's or sexy sex pumps? The price difference isn't huge, and I think both could do spats well. And both probably suit me in that quirky conservative yet sexy way.
Oh! And my quiet frontier town has gone wild - last night a house 2 miles away exploded, and this afternoon bank robbers were spotted a mile away. I fully expect tomorrow morning to involve some other wacky hijinks.
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Every time I hear Cemetery Drive, I think "Way down" and remember the time Mikeyway fell down playing that song and I snicker.
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[22 Sep 2010|06:38pm] |
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As chebonne's biggest fan and creative consultant on her novels, I figured I should post the best interview she's ever given.
Well, okay, it's not an interview (hi, she's not published - she wants to finish the trilogy before editing thoroughly and then look into it even if I have to pull a Mikey and creep to the bedsides of publishers and whisper her name in their ears) so much as a conversation we had about how awesome she is.
Anyway, I figured it was something worth sharing but the length is a bit much for tumblr.
...and yes, I'm also posting this because it's about how awesome I am. Hey, I'm allowed, right?
( on friendship and magic )
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[18 Sep 2010|05:02pm] |
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When you read this you're tagged. Take a picture of you in your current state, no changing your clothes or quickly putting on makeup. NO PHOTOSHOP. Show your f-list the real you!
( ...crap... )
In other news, apparently I am a huge nerd who is way into heraldry. Like, not just the crafting of coats of arms (which is why I started reading about it, I want to make one for a friend and base it on some rules) but the actual profession of being a herald. I'm loving every page of the book I have on it.
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| And so fandom pleases me again |
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I could post my spoilery feelings on Merlin 3.01 but I won't right now. Instead, I give you the one request I have for series 3. A musical episode. Come on, Beeb, please? Even if it's just Uther singled out by a singing curse, I'd die of happiness. Tony's such a pleasant singer...
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